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tteokggukk · 3 years

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summer heat → jjk

–pairing: twin!jungkook x reader

–genre: fluff, mature (? but no smut), drabble, a minor attempt at humor, best friend’s twin brother type of thing

–words: 2.9k

–warnings: explicit language, sexual tension, tiny bit of humiliation, a hint of jungkook and reader having some sort of “history” if u squint hard enough

–summary: in an attempt to calm you down and prevent your mood from swinging due to the blazing heat, your best friend decides to go out and buy you some ice cream. you’re shocked, however, when he quickly returns and looks different, making you see him in an entirely new light and leaving you trying to resist the urge to give in to your raging hormones and just jump on him.

–a/n: i was thinking of this scenario in the shower but didn’t have the brain power to turn it into a full length story so i might just add this to a pile of drabbles that i may or may not develop heh + ive been in my jungkook feels too lately sigh + also this is unedited

permanent taglist: @100percent-dum-dum @mochisjoon @boraength @rageyoudamnednerd

It was a scorching hot summer’s day. Sweat was beginning to trickle down your temples and your shirt was getting stuck to your skin, causing an irking feeling of discomfort. Looking around, you quickly grabbed an empty long folder from your best friend’s messy desk and began fanning yourself to cool down. The two of you were just there, sitting in his room in a not-so-comfortable silence.

You were currently plopped down onto a chair with your legs resting on the desk in front of you, too lazy to come up with ideas to kill your boredom.

It was a tradition for your family to travel every summer and visit a new country you hadn’t been to, but this year you had to pass the plane tickets and sight-seeing due to your best friend, Junghan, asking begging you to help him out with a month-long film project. You didn’t have the heart to decline, so you told your parents you’d stay behind and help him out which resulted in you having to stay over at Junghan’s place for the rest of the summer.

You had to admit though, a small part of you felt disinclined to stay because the project sounded like it would’ve been a tedious workload, but working with your best friend was so much more fun than you’d imagined and even the project itself turned out to be enjoyable. So far, your summer break has been spent filming and hanging out with Junghan—though hanging out usually meant staying in his room and watching romcoms all day while crying over fictional characters, ranting about how you two would never meet such perfect men in real life. It was great.

Until the air conditioner broke down.

You glanced over at Junghan, who seemed to be just as spiritless as you were while he sat in front of a fan, eyes looking empty and distant.

“I told you the air conditioner needed to be fixed,” You sighed and looked up at the ceiling, completely missing the harsh glare he sent you.

“I said I was gonna get it fixed,” He replies and turns back to the fan, his voice quieting down a little, “But the number for repair wouldn’t answer.”

“Right,” You muttered absent-mindedly, eyes staring at the ceiling while your mind was too busy trying to come up with suggestions to beat the heat, “We could go to the pool?”

“Closed,” Junghan grunts, “The mall?”

“As if we’d both drive in this state,” You rolled your eyes as you tried to get your shirt to stop sticking to your skin. Junghan glances over at you when he hears you grumbling, one of the many cues that you were beginning to feel peevish. Deciding that it was pointless to keep tugging on your shirt, you opt to take it off instead.

“You don’t mind do you?” You asked before completely removing your shirt, only leaving you in your bralette. Though you knew he never did because of the countless times he’s helped you change and pick out different outfits, you always asked out of politeness. Additionally, his zero interest in women made you feel much safer and comfortable enough to undress around him.

“I really don’t care,” He says and stands up. You hear him rumbling for a moment while you were neatly folding your shirt, and seconds later you recognize the jingling sound of keys.

“Where are you going?” You asked.

“The nearby grocery. You’re about to get grumpy and I am not going to listen to a rambling bitch for the rest of the day,” He says, rubbing his temples as he makes his way to the door.

“So you’re just gonna leave me here?” You asked, too exhausted to even glance at him. He probably wasn’t, you only asked for the dramatic effect.

“No, dumbass. I’m just gonna go and buy ice cream. See you in a bit.”

And with that Junghan leaves and closes the door shut. Only a few minutes later after the sound of the engine had gone did you decide to exert a little effort and move over to his previous spot to sit in front of the fan, the air immediately cooling your skin. You sighed in relief and grabbed a few tissues to wipe your temples dry before grabbing your phone and texting Junghan to buy some lemonade, followed by a second text telling him you’d pay him back once he returned.

You were surprised to hear, not even ten minutes later, that the car was already back and pulling up in the driveway. It couldn’t have been Junghan’s parents as they were out working, and it was only you and Junghan around—not like you two had many friends who would come and visit. Instead of rationalizing with yourself on how Junghan came back home in supersonic speed, you decide to drop it and wait for him to come up back to his room.

Someone knocks on the door, causing your brows to furrow in confusion. Since when did Junghan knock?

“Come... in?” You answer, though it came out more as a question. Your head turns at the sound of the door opening, and your eyes widen at seeing Junghan standing by the doorframe.

Looking oddly different.

“Dude,” You stood up from your place and stared him up and down, “Is that what you were really wearing when you went out?”

His eyebrows raise in shock and you catch his eyes taking a quick glimpse from your chest before quickly looking back at the perplexed look on your face, a small smirk forming on lips. You decide to ignore it.

“What a warm ‘welcome home’,” he chuckles.

“You didn’t answer me,” you replied, still oblivious to the difference in his tone.

He was wearing an all-black ensemble—a black cap, a black leather jacket, black pants that outlined his toned thighs (how have you never noticed?), and some chunky black boots—a huge contrast to his normally colorful and baggy clothing. You were genuinely curious because you hadn’t noticed what he looked like before he left the house as you were too tired and lazy to even look up and say goodbye.

“Uh, yeah. This is what I was wearing?” He narrows one of his eyes, looking confused, “Why?”

“I don’t know… since when did you wear all black?”

“Since way back then? I don’t know,” He replies, and you now noticed how his voice was unusually low. Junghan steps inside and averts his eyes from you, looking around in his room before scrimmaging through drawers as if in search for something.

“What are you looking for?” You asked, folding your arms and following him around.

“A charger,” He replies, and a chill runs down your spine at the sound of his voice. You thought maybe you’d detect how he was just trying to change his manner of speaking, but it was effortlessly low; like he wasn’t faking it or anything. It was weird because Junghan normally sounded a little more high pitched.

“What charger?”

“A laptop charger, mine broke,” He continues searching and not once does he meet your eyes.

“Oh okay, let me help you then,” You begin to look around and help him search, “Though I don’t know what it looks like, I’ll let you know if I see a charger.”

He looks up at you and smiles, but you don’t catch him watching you as you were already busy searching, “Thanks.”

The two of you continue searching in silence, though occasionally you’d look up and glance at Junghan. What exactly was he doing? Was this for his film? Is he supposed to be in character? This new look and manner of talking that he somehow adopted after a quick trip to the grocery store did things to you. Every time he grunted in annoyance after a failed search, something in your stomach would twist and you found yourself suddenly feeling drawn, or maybe even more than drawn, to your best friend. Your gay best friend.

You shook your head to get rid of those thoughts.

Only a few minutes later did you find something that looked like a charger hiding underneath a pile of unfolded clothes before presenting it to Junghan, “Is it this?”

“Yes! Exactly that,” He jumps up from crouching over one of the drawers at the bedside and walks over to you, “Thank you.”

“Yeah, sure. I don’t know why you took such a long time searching for something in your room, though,” You rolled your eyes.

“My room?” He smiles, voice a little deeper but with a hint of amusement.

God, you could just jump on him right now.

“Yeah?” You knit your brows, “And stop doing that!”

“Stop doing what?” He asks, sitting down on the edge of the bed so he was looking up at you. He leans back a bit a folds his arms, a smile still tugging on the corner of his mouth.

Maybe it was the summer heat doing things to your head and making you think about all these things that you never thought you’d ever want to do with your gay best friend, but he seemed so in character it was actually beginning to bother you. What store did he go to exactly? And where the hell is the ice cream?

“That! What’s up with your voice? And your outfit? You look so different, it’s weird,” You folded your arms as if to mirror him.

“Weird, huh?” He asks and looks at his clothing before looking back at you.

“Not in a bad way. It looks good, it’s just not you,” You squirmed slightly before shaking your head to snap out of it, “I don’t know what store you went to that made you look like this—and congrats I guess, if you’re trying to switch up your fashion, but you completely missed the ice cream, so good luck trying to handle this rambling bitch.”

He laughs at the words “rambling bitch” and oh god that is not what his laughter sounded like before. When did the sound of his laugh sound so deep and sultry? You subconsciously sucked on and bit your lip at the sound of his laughter, trying your best not to visibly drool in front of him. He catches your subtle action and his brow raises at the sight.

“Despite all the things you said, you think this looks good?” A playful smile rests on his face and your heart beats erratically at his expression.

“Y-yeah, I don’t know,” You mumbled. He shifts on the edge of the bed to move closer to you.

“And because there’s no ice cream, you’re going to turn into some rambling…” He reaches his hand out, the back of his fingers feeling the skin on your exposed waist before resting his hand on your back to pull you in closer.

“…person?” he continues, brows raised and eyes staring intently at yours, not using the vulgar word you had just used to describe yourself (or the word he had just called you before he left to go to the store).

“I...um, we’ll see,” you replied, and he only chuckles deeply. Your voice had transformed into a murmuring mess and it annoyed you, but you couldn’t really do anything about it, right now he reminded you so much of—

“I think you look good too, you know. Maybe I did miss you a lot more than I thought I did,” he whispers, pulling you in even more so you were now standing between his thighs.

Missed you? After an eight minute trip to the grocery store?

You didn’t question it. Your mind was blanking out, malfunctioning, even. Here was your best friend, your gay best friend (as you had to keep reminding yourself), placing his hands on your bare skin in a way that you knew wasn’t going to turn out to be so innocent. Right now you were extremely attracted and possibly even turned on by whatever the fuck he was doing, all you could do to save yourself was blame it on the heat. Was this absolutely weird? Hell yes. Did you want to stop him? Fuck no.

Were you now completely devoid of all reason and logic?

Definitely.

Softly, he tugs on your arm and pulls you into him so you were now sitting on his lap with your hand resting on his chest. One of his hands was still attached to your waist, the other was resting itself on the bed, gripping on a blanket.

Chills run down your spine for the second time now as his mouth moves closer to your ear, “Lucky for you I know the perfect way to handle rambling bitches.”

Your breath hitches for a moment and Junghan moves back to face you, his lips grazing your cheeks a little before you meet each other’s gaze. The summer heat was definitely nothing compared to this, but you didn’t mind. Your faces were only mere centimeters apart now and you could’ve sworn he was beginning to lean in by the look in his eyes, which were now fixated on your lips.

Seriously, you could just grab him by the collar right now and speed things up. He’s the one who pulled you in first, anyway, you just wanted to get things going. Though you haven’t exactly a clue as to where this would end, you wished he would hurry up a little to find out.

But for some strange reason, your senses were enveloped with the distinct smell of a signature fragrance that you knew did not belong to Junghan and it snapped you out of your thoughts. The scent was strong enough to flash some memories back in your mind, making you frown. Did he use this perfume on purpose? Or was your mind just playing tricks on you? In a flash, you could suddenly think straight and you couldn’t help it, the moral side of your brain had turned far stronger than your currently raging hormones (thank goodness). Something was definitely off.

“But, Junghan… aren’t you… gay?” You asked, your voice trailing off a little.

His eyes widen and he pulls back from you. He stares at you for a few seconds before it hits him, and he starts erupting in laughter. You narrowed your eyes at him and got off his lap, moving over to the side and sitting beside him instead.

“Junghan?” He stresses on the name. You’re staring at him blankly now, like you knew he was just messing with you. His laughter eventually dies down and he places a hand on your thigh, though it seemed much more innocent now, “I’m so sorry, ____, you’ve got the wrong person.”

With one hand, he quickly grabs the blanket off the bed. The back of his other free hand endearingly caresses your jaw, and you notice how he lingers for a while as he moves a bit lower down to your neck—before wrapping the fabric around you and covering your whole torso with it. Your face immediately turns pink as you clutched onto the blanket to further cover yourself, feeling slightly humiliated, though you were still confused.

“Wrong person? What do you mean?”

“I was wondering why you had no shirt on, I thought that was just a regular thing for you now. But it’s probably cause you’re more comfortable around my brother, huh?”

“Your brother…?”

“Has it really been that long?” He chuckles, and instantly your mind began connecting the pieces together. Could it actually be him? You haven’t seen him in years, and no one even bothered telling you he was coming back today. No way, surely this was Junghan playing a joke on you.

“I’m not Junghan. I’m his twin brother, Jungkook. Remember?”

You hastily stood up in defense, still clutching the blanket close to your chest, “Shut the fuck up, Junghan. No one said anything about Jungkook coming back today!”

Junghan Jungkook only laughs and stands up, the melodious sound filling the room, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching the wide open bedroom door.

“What a shame, but it was a surprise. I didn’t tell anyone I was coming home today,” He folds his arms, “And if I am Junghan, then who is that?” He points at the doorframe and true enough, Junghan was standing there holding grocery bags in his arms wearing his usual oversized colorful jacket and khaki colored pants.

You and Junghan both looked at each other with mouths dropped down to the floor before you looked back at Jungkook, who had the same smirk tugged on his lips, clearly amused at the whole situation.

Jungkook bends forward and leans in to your face, his voice in a lower tone but still audible enough for his brother to hear, “Probably shouldn’t take your top off so leisurely around the house anymore, huh?” He grins and winks at you, causing you wince and force an awkward smile, internally cursing yourself at everything that just happened.

“Anyways, I should probably rest up in my room. See you around,” Jungkook flashes you a smile before placing a chaste kiss on your (now dry, because your body had frozen up) forehead before walking away from you, taking the charger and dangling it in his other hand. He taps his confused looking brother on the shoulder before turning his head back to take one last look at you before walking out, leaving you and Junghan staring at each other in shock.

Junghan walks in slowly and sets the bags of grocery on the floor, shutting the door behind him.

“What the fuck just happened?” He asks you, eyes wide in anticipation.

Your mind replays everything that had happened between you two. Was Jungkook really just about to kiss you minutes before? Heart racing, you clutch on your chest from underneath the blanket he had covered you with. No way was Jungkook back. No way is he back and looking even more attractive than he did the last time you saw him. Not when you had just gotten over your small crush on him a couple of years ago.

The heat returns to your body, but it mainly pools on your cheeks. You look back at your best friend, but no words of explanation come up.

“Believe me, I’m asking myself the same thing.”

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toru-oikawas-milkbread · 3 years

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Ultrasound Room | Pt.1

Pairing: Hajime Iwaizumi x f!reader

Prompt/summary: Being stuck in the hospital was never a fun experience, but when you have an extremely attractive doctor who seems to be getting comfortable around you after seeing you so many times this year, maybe it could be a little bit more bearable. As bored as you were today, what you weren’t expecting was to see your doctor for a second time today in the ultrasound room so he could look at your kidneys, especially when you were told you would be seeing a woman, but who were you to complain about seeing the incredibly attractive Hajime Iwaizumi more than once a day?

Word count: 4.1K

Warnings/contents: Sort of a half-smut: Kissing, light nipple stimulation. A little fluffy, mild language, light flirting

Notes: This is loosely based off of my experience in the hospital because why not? Also, is this incredibly unrealistic? Yes, but when I was getting an ultrasound on my kidneys in that dark room, all I could think about was doctor Iwaizumi, so I decided to finally follow the idea and make this story. I hope that this lives up to your expectations @iwaizoomiess!

I’m going to try and make some more fluff for my exclusive fluff lovers, as well as hopefully finish Matsukawa’s sleepy cuddles (a fluffy fic) that I was working on before I got busy! Hopefully I can get something out soon!

Part 1 (current chapter) | Part 2 (Coffee Date) | Part 3 (5 Minutes)

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His name was Iwaizumi (though the last time you saw him he insisted that you called him Hajime) and you swore that you were in love with him. You’d been seeing a lot of him lately, though unfortunately it wasn’t a meet-cute or you go to the same gym sort of circumstance. Instead you had been in the hospital 5 times as of the last year, and he was always your doctor. It was sort of strange how it worked, though every time he saw you he had something new and cute to say with a little grin that made your heart race.

This time it was: “If you keep coming back like this, I’m gonna get an ego and think it’s all for me” followed by the cutest laugh that you had ever heard in your entire life.

Why were you in the hospital for the 5th time this year? You had a kidney infection. A UTI had surpassed you and gotten so bad that your side was killing you and you were aching to go to the hospital, so your friend had taken you. They gave you a CT scan and when the doctor (though this time an ER room doctor named Wes instead of the love of your life) had come in less than 40 minutes later and told you that your kidney was greatly infected and you would need to stay in the hospital.

This was day 4 and you were exhausted. Everyone was so sweet, but the constant drawing of blood after your potassium level went down was ridiculous. They were coming in every 4 hours on the dot, they put potassium in your IV, which was itching in your arm like a bitch not to mention, you had to take a big potassium pill because it was low even still, and the only time you saw Hajime was at 10 o’clock every morning when he came to check on you and give you a brief rundown of when you might be able to get out of the hospital.

He was hoping over the weekend. He’d said this morning if your fever cleared up, you could go home by Sunday evening or in the worst case, Monday morning. You were aching to get home, but you couldn’t lie, you were starting to like seeing Hajime every day. Though your hopes of going home on Monday weren’t too high because there was an Infection Doctor coming today and they were going to take you to get your kidney’s looked at through an ultrasound as you had understood it when Hajime was explaining it to you. He said they needed to make sure that there wasn’t any worse of an infection in or around your kidney than they already knew about, and more-so than that they needed to look at your bladder.

You didn’t know exactly when that was going to be, but you did know that it was going to be happening at some point today.

A soft sigh came from you as you turned your eyes away from the crime show that was on as you carefully scratched around your IV. Your arm was aching constantly because of the IV that was in your arm and staying straight like this for longer than normal, and it was bothering you to only be able to use one arm to do anything. It was damn near impossible to get comfortable in this hospital bed, yet every time that you did get comfortable, you found yourself having to pee and being forced to get up.

There was a knock on the door just as you shifted in the bed. You looked over, sending a little smile to your nurse but quickly noticing the lady coming in behind her with a wheelchair.

“(y/n), we’re gonna go ahead and bring you down to the nephrologist. She is gonna look at your kidneys and bladder and make sure everything is getting better instead of worse, okay?” You sent the woman a small smile and nodded as you rubbed your eye and sat up. She unplugged your IV cart from the wall and attached it to the wheelchair to make it easier for herself to bring you down while you got up and moved to sit in the wheelchair. She set a blanket on your lap as you got situated and went behind you. “Are you ready?” She asked, unlocking the brakes on the wheels and watching you nod.

“I’m ready.” Slowly, she started to turn the two of you and walk out of the room that you’d been staying in for 4 days now. You yawned while she was walking you down the cold hallway. Lacking a bra and only wearing underwear beneath the gown, you had noticed immediately when your nipples got hard. It was a painful sort of hard, making you uncomfortable as they tingled. Because you’d had the chills the whole time you were in the hospital, your nipples were damn near almost always hard, but you were usually beneath the blankets in your room to help out a little bit instead of in the cold hallway of the hospital.

It was nearly 2 PM now, though it felt a lot later if you were being honest. You were sleeping fairly well, though how often they were waking you up was taking a toll on your body no matter how quickly you fell asleep after they left the room. Things were silent between you and your nurse until you finally got off the elevator and down onto what felt like an even colder floor. You crossed your arm over yourself, looking around as she expertly pushed the wheelchair to a decently large, dimly lit room that had a blue sort of light over by the desk and was mainly dim in the corner by what you thought was the ultrasound and a bed.

“Okay, I’ll get the doctor and she will be right in.” She said, putting your IV closer to the bed so that you could get laid down. You sent her a little smile and nodded in confirmation before she turned and walked away. You pulled the blanket that was on the bed up to your hips, wondering exactly how this was going to work. You looked around the room until you heard the door click open and catch your attention.

When you looked over, you were surprised to see not a woman, but instead your doctor Hajime walking in with a little smile on his face.

“Hi there,” he said, walking over and sitting down in the small rolling chair beside you. “How are you doing?” He asked, almost eye-level with you for the first time since you had met him. You were thankful that it was so dimly lit in this room because of the way your face flushed so fast at how much closer he was than usual. “You feeling any better now? You get a nap in or get some lunch after I left?”

“I ate some food and got a little nap in, but not much.” You said, shifting on the bed while the man grabbed the transducer. You looked at the thing in his hand and then back to the man as he turned to face you again.

“A little rest and food is better than none,” he said, though your nurse had a very different opinion as she forced you to eat more food and watched you eat it to make sure you were getting enough nutrients. As much as you appreciated it, your appetite was completely dead. “Alright, now they were going to have Dr. Hibbins do this, but she got called away on an emergency at home and I so happened to be luckily passing by,” he said, though you didn’t miss the “Luckily” and wondered exactly what he meant. Maybe he was the only other doctor in the facility right now who knew how to do this. “So what I’m gonna do is put this gel on you and move this transducer around on your kidneys and stomach and make sure there’s no worsening infection around the kidneys especially.” You nodded along to his words as he opened the small gel tube and set it down. “I’m gonna help you out here, okay?” He said, hesitantly leaning forward and grabbing the blanket.

“Oh, yeah.” You flushed a bit as the man pulled the blanket down to your hips, though he moved to grab a towel and set it on your legs as he inched the hospital gown you wore up until it was to your ribs.

“I’m gonna let you push this towel up a little more to help keep this gel off your gown. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.” He said as he scooted back in the chair and typed something out onto the computer keyboard while you put the towel beneath the gown up by your breasts and flushed a bit at how exposed you felt. Not only were you embarrassed that you were so exposed in front of the hot doctor, but also because you were cold and it wasn’t helping your previous situation with your nipples. “Okay, are you ready?” He asked, grabbing the gel and looking at you.

“Yeah, I’m ready.”

“Okay, when I say so, I’m gonna need you to take a deep breath for me.” He squeezed some of the gel onto you fast, and you closed your eyes, expecting it to be cold but instead it was strangely warm in a soothing way. Hajime pressed the transducer to your stomach and pressed down your lower stomach. You winced a bit as he pushed on your stomach. While it wasn’t too hard, it hadn’t felt all that good. “Okay, take a deep breath and hold it in.” He said. You took a breath, holding it in and feeling like you were going to die before he told you to exhale. “And… again.” He focused on the computer screen, paying you no mind aside from telling you when to breathe and when to exhale.

It was a quiet and relaxing moment until he suddenly pulled the transducer away from you and reached over to wipe your stomach off with the edge of the towel.

“Okay, now I need you to lay on your side a bit more for me so I can look at this kidney.” He said, pointing to the one that was inflamed. You moved a bit onto your side, trying not to think about the fact that the only thing you were wearing was underwear and he was right there by your ass. “This side seems pretty swollen,” he absentmindedly commented beneath his breath as he put some of the gel on your back and brought the transducer to your kidney and lightly rubbed it around. “Okay, another deep breath for me.” He said, and a few seconds later he gave a soft hum that worried you. “And… exhale.” As you did, you peeked back at the man.

“Was that a bad hum?”

“No, everything actually looks really good aside from the infection— which is going down greatly.” He said, continuing to look at the screen. “Okay, one more deep breath on this side in for me and hold it.” His voice was smooth as you took his direction and took a deep breath in, laying there almost awkwardly as he looked at the screen. “Okay, you can let it out.” He said, wiping your side off and getting the gel again. “Okay, now roll onto your other side.” He said, looking at you as you moved carefully. “Does it hurt?” He asked when you made a face.

“Uh, not hurt— but it’s a little bit sore on this side.” You said, talking about the infected side and he knew just what you meant it seemed as he nodded.

“Just uncomfortable, not bad pain?”

“Right— just uncomfortable.” He nodded again, lifting the blanket a little bit for you as you laid on your side and tried to be careful of your IV as the man put the gel on you and was forced to lean over you a little more this time to press the transducer to your side and lower back.

“Okay… take a nice deep breath in for me.” He said and you did it quickly, glancing at the man as he rested his forearm on your side as he moved the medical object around your lower back and stared at the screen. You wondered how hard it was to see things that looked like infection on the screen because as you looked over, it looked like a fuzzy mess. “And let it out,” he said after a few seconds longer this time, and you were trying to distract yourself with the screen rather than thinking about breathing. “One more deep breath in and and hold it.” He said, peeking over at you quickly and then back to the screen. For a split second you swore you saw his gaze flick to your breast and flushed, wondering if it were at all possible he had looked and had seen how hard your nipples were, or if you’d only imagined things. “Alright, and you can exhale.” He said, pulling the transducer away from you and wiping it and your side off with the towel before pulling it away.

“That side looks okay, too?” You asked, looking at the man who nodded as he carefully took the towel out from your gown and got up.

“Everything is looking great,” he said, tossing the towel into a hamper before coming back. “Aside from a little bit of inflammation from the original reason you came in, everything is good, I think you should be able to go home soon as long as you don’t spike a high fever. I wouldn’t feel comfortable dismissing you with a fever and then finding that you come back in a few days because you went downhill again.” You gave a soft laugh and his words and nodded.

“I would not want to come back here after getting sent home— no offense.”

“Well, with how often you’ve been here this year, I might have to doubt you on that note, if you don’t mind.” You snickered again and nodded a bit as you licked your dry lips.

“I just can’t stop getting hurt and sick, I guess.” He gave a soft hum, and this time you know you saw his eyes flick down to your breast before he looked away and carefully started to wrap the transducer cord up and hanging it on the desk hook by the computer.

“Well, you’re going to have to start drinking more water and stop getting sick, because if you wanted to see me so badly all you had to do was ask for my number.” You couldn’t tell if he was flirting with you or not, though as he peeked at you and sent you this little half-smile, you couldn’t help but want to flirt back regardless.

“So you’re saying that there’s a simpler way to talk to an attractive doctor aside from being admitted to the hospital that he works at?” You played along, making the man give a soft chuckle. “I never would have thought.”

“You know what, I’ll save you the trouble— and the bill,” he said, reaching for a small piece of paper he tore off a sticky note and a pen. “I’ll give you my number, and next time you want to see me, you can invite me out for coffee instead of falling down the stairs in a park.” You flushed as the man stated the time you first came to the hospital— it was a fractured ankle and yet they kept you for what felt like forever, but who were you to complain when Hajime kept coming around?

“You’re so adamant about water— I wouldn’t think you’d drink coffee.” You teased.

“I’ll drink coffee, you can drink water.” He said with a little smirk that only grew as you scoffed.

“Yeah right,” you said, making the man chuckle.

“As long as you promise to drink lot’s of water afterwards, I think a coffee would be fine.”

“Okay, dad,” you mumbled, though the man didn’t seem to mind your sarcastic response like you’d first thought— that maybe you’d crossed a line.

“Calling me that is a step further than a small coffee date,” he teased, making your cheeks flush bright red as you snapped your head in his direction. The man stifled a laugh, though not very well as he looked at you. “Maybe that was too much,” he said, trying to be serious though there was still a little smile on his face. “I’ve been told I don’t really know how hard I need to flirt with pretty girls and when I’m not flirting enough.”

“Uh, n-no worries.” You said, still flustered as you shifted beneath the man’s playful seeming gaze. You sat there for a moment in silence, wondering when he was going to stop looking at you and send you back to your room, but instead of getting up and getting the wheelchair, he pressed his hand onto the bed and leaned down a little bit, the smell of his minty breath leaving your cheeks flushed even still.

“Are you cold?” He asked softly, and you immediately got embarrassed, knowing that he’d been able to tell before this but thinking he wouldn’t say anything. You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded as the man only seemed to lean closer. “Do you need a blanket?” Softly, you shook your head. “Would you prefer other methods of warming you up?” Your cheeks were on fire as the man leaned close to you, unsure of what he meant but whatever it was, you didn’t really want to turn it down.

So you nodded.

“You’re saying it’s alright if I kiss these pretty lips of yours?” He asked so quietly that you almost didn’t hear it. You nodded again, unable to use your words. Thankfully the man didn’t tease you any further and closed his eyes, slowly leaning in as you closed your eyes and ignored the intruding thought about how long it had been since you’d had a proper shower as the man’s soft lips pressed to yours.

It was a gentle sort of kiss, one that nobody had ever given you before. A kiss that you didn’t want to end, and thankfully even as your lips separated with a soft ‘smooch’ sound, Hajime pushed his lips back to yours. You weren’t sure if you should touch him or if you should only kiss him back because he wasn’t touching you, though it threw your head even further into overdrive than it already was as his tongue licked your lips.

You gave a shaky sound against his mouth when you felt Hajime’s hand suddenly cup around your breast. His palm pressed to your hard nipple and made you all that much more embarrassed as he pulled away before even getting his tongue into your mouth.

“Seriously, do you want another blanket?”

“No, I’m fine— I’ve had the chills since I got here.” You said, nervously meeting the man’s eyes and wondering if it was over, though his hand was still around your breast.

“If you change your mind, let me know. I can get you another one.” He said, leaning back in and pressing his lips back to yours. You were quick to kiss the man back, leaning into his touch but trying to be careful with your IV arm as his free hand slid up around the back of your neck to cradle it in his hand and hold you close. He slightly laid you back on the bed, noticing the soft sound you made and feeling your hand brushing against his knee as you straightened your arm out.

His hand gently groped at your bare breast over the gown you wore and it made him wonder as your nipple pressed against his palm. He moved his hand, his fingers gently rolling your nipple between them and earning a soft sound from you in return. His mind wandered as he gently pinched your nipple and earned another soft sound from you against his lips. You seemed to shiver beneath the man as his fingers teased your nipple.

“I think I can warm you up a different way,” he whispered, pulling back and looking down at you with his pretty olive green eyes. You swallowed hard, wondering what the man could be talking about and being so absentminded as he leaned down and kissed your neck. You leaned your head back, not caring as the man lifted your gown up hesitantly. “Is it okay?” He asked, watching as you nodded when he peeked up at you. Iwaizumi cupped his hand around your bare breast, his warm hand groping at your chest and making you shiver. “Mmm, just look at these perky nipples.” He whispered as he groped at your breast and leaned down to press a kiss to your chest.

Even though the gown you wore was only pulled back on one breast, your other nipple was just as hard as the man leaned down and enclosed his warm mouth around it. For the first time since you’d come to the hospital, you felt slightly warm as his tongue swirled around your nipple. Your cheeks flushed as the man sucked gently on your nipple, peeking up at you as you looked down at him.

“Mmm… you sure this is okay?” He asked, barely peeking back as you nodded again. He didn’t think too much longer, enclosing his mouth back around your nipple and reaching his free hand up to your other breast and teasing your nipple between his fingers. A soft moan left you as you laid your head back, cheeks hot and leaving you embarrassed as this attractive doctor sucked on your nipple.

It felt like a fever dream that you were certain you were going to wake up from soon, though his hair felt too real as you absentmindedly reached your hand up and cradled the back of his head. Another soft hum came from the man as he let your nipple slide past his lips and pushed himself up a little bit to look at you.

“I should get you back.” He said quietly, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your lips that you eagerly leaned into. “Mmm… don’t do that…” He mumbled against your lips. “If you kiss me back like that I won’t want to go.” You gave a soft laugh and pulled back, pulling the gown back down to your hips and looking at the man as he pulled back a bit and watched you slide the gown down. “Well… I would really like to get some coffee with you when you’re feeling better.” He said, taking the piece of paper he tore off and handing it to you. “Keep this close. I’ll be waiting for a call.”

“Every night will you sit by your phone while you watch a movie that you can’t pay attention to because you keep checking your phone?” He snickered at your sarcastic response and played along with your joke as he nodded his head.

“Every night. I will eagerly wait for your call.”

“I won’t keep you waiting for too long.”

“Well, nobody said you couldn’t text me before you left the hospital,” he said, getting out of the chair and pushing it gently beneath the desk. “You’re not really doing much, I have a lot of free time after hours unless I get urgently called back in— which is pretty rare for me. I think I can find some time to send you a text back.” You gave a light hum as you sat up and carefully leaned your arm over to give the man more of the IV cord as he moved the IV cart and offered you a hand to help you up that you happily took.

“I think I can send you a text in all of my boring free time when the nurses aren’t taking my blood and checking my blood pressure.” He sent you a little smile, carefully clicking the IV cart back onto the wheelchair as you sat down and resting your blanket back over your lap.

“Like I said, I’ll be eagerly waiting by my phone.” He said, slowly backing the wheelchair up and opening the door so he could bring you out into the hallway. “I’m gonna have to leave you right here, but someone is gonna come get you in just a minute.” He promised, locking the wheels on the chair and sending you a little smile. You nodded, sending the man a smile back and watching as he backed up a bit. “Remember: eagerly waiting.” He said, tapping the watch that was on his wrist. You gave a little chuckle and nodded.

“I won’t forget.”

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shannygoatgruff · 3 years

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Only Fan(s) - A Thriller

Genre: Thriller

Pairing: Modern Ivar/OC

Warning: Language, sex, stalking, obsession, kidnapping, sexual assault

Rating: MA+18

Summary: Sometimes OnlyFans subscribers want a little more than internet pictures. Sometimes they want to be your ONLY fan…

Header by: @flowers-in-your-hayr

Thanks to @xbellaxcarolinax for being my beta.

Disclaimer: This story will deal with some topics that might be a little uncomfortable for some people. As always, I’ll try to tackle the hard stuff as tactfully as possible.

a/n: I know it’s been a minute. I’m always thinking about these stories because I want to finish them, just can’t seem to focus on writing at the moment. Anyway, hope you enjoy.

Part iv - Date with Destiny

Finding Ivar Lothbrok should have been easy. Between the two of them, he was the stable one. He was the one with the iron-clad schedule that consisted of drinking, smoking, and partying. Torren’s schedule was a bit more... fluid. She tended to go wherever the wind, or whatever car she acquired, would take her. Naturally, Ivar had the occasional meet-and-greet, red carpet, and/or Comic-con engagement that he had to attend, still, he was pretty easy to keep tabs on. All one had to do was look at (stalk) his social media accounts, and his whereabouts were posted for everyone to see.

Knowing where he’d be and finding out where he lived were a different story. Torren had done her due diligence when it came to locating the town in which Little Kattegat was located. It only took about two days and a few Google image searches of the background of a few of the photos and she had it narrowed down to a general area in the Sierra Nevada Mountains.

From what she could tell, the closest town to where he lived was pretty small, and there were only a few large estates hidden in the woods. How hard could it be to find? She was willing to drive to every single house and knock on the door to find him if she had to. But it would just be easier if there was loud music and a bunch of cars in the driveway. That way she could tag along inside with the rest of the guests to get to her man.

Her shirt landed in the pile of dirty clothes in the center of the bed, as she reached around to unhook her bra. “I really need to tell Baby Boo to stop putting all of his business out in these streets,” her brows furrowed as she shook her head, “What if some crazy, psycho bitch started stalking him, or some shit? Then I’d have to kill a bitch.” Torren’s head whipped around and she narrowed her eyes at his picture, still stuck on her wall, “Is that what you want? Huh? You want me to cut a bitch to prove to you how much I love you? I will, Bae! You know I would do anything for you. I’m your Ride or Die...”

And being his Ride or Die meant that she needed to keep better tabs on him if she was going to protect him from someone crazier than her, God forbid. She was only able to do so much on this prepaid phone, and going to the library to get online was becoming a pain in the ass.

She’d considered stealing a laptop or iPad from the library but was still on the fence about the idea. Of course, the alternative meant going to stupid ass libraries and threatening little kids to get off the fucking computers, and that completely sucked ass.

She always felt rushed when she logged onto her Bae’s Only Fans page from the public library. Without fail one of those little bastard kids would get the library Nazis to kick her off the computer, or bar her from the library altogether for watching porn.

Ivar’s page wasn’t porn! It was art. It was sexy. It was love...his love for her. Stupid bitches.

She had encountered far worse things than getting kicked out of the library, but some of these small towns usually only had one or two within their county limits. If she got banned, how was she supposed to check up on Ivar? In the time it took to log in until she got kicked out, she'd be lucky if she could check 2 of his accounts. What if he had some important information on another platform that she hadn’t checked yet? What was she supposed to do then?

Her relationship with Ivar was hanging in the balance, and she'd be damned if some snot-nosed kid or fucking uptight librarian would fuck that up. She needed a computer. But, on the flip side, when she finally got her man back, she wouldn't need one anymore. She could ask him directly what their plans were.

There was a lot to consider and that took time; time that she didn't have right now.

The thick layer of Nair shaving cream she had applied to her already hairless crotch, was just starting to tingle, signaling she had about 5 minutes left before the sweat-inducing, burning sensation would kick in alerting her to wash the cream off. Until then, she had time to consider an outfit for the night.

She knew Ivar well enough to know that he would want her to be sexy for him, but not so much to distract him from work. She could have gone for something slutty, like those skanky bitches he partied with. She could have gone for more demur, but then she would remind him too much of his bitch ex-wife and completely turn him off. The last thing she wanted on their first night back together was for him to be thinking about that bitch. She could have gone for a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt, but Torren never did simple.

No, Ivar would want her to be herself. That's what he loved about her. That's what attracted him to her in the first place. She would be sexy without being skanky; she would be demure without being a prude.

Fuck! It was already 7:33 p.m. How in the hell did she miss the beginning of his Live? Now she was running late.

She was supposed to be dressed and ready by the time his Live came on that way she could be out the door as soon as he finished. If she was going to make it to be on his Only Fans live stream tonight, she needed to get to his house before he got too distracted. Now, she’d have to watch his Live, while her cooch burst into flames before she had a chance to take a shower and finish picking out her outfit.

If there was one thing Torren was, it was punctual. It was bad enough that she was about 40 minutes outside of his town, but it could take her up to 2 or more hours to find his house. She only hoped that he didn’t plan on starting any real freaky shit on his Only Fans page until around midnight, cause it looked like she wouldn’t be getting there before then, anyway.

With the smile still plastered on her face, Torren turned on the hot water for a shower, forgetting that the water didn’t get hot. She didn't mind, much, especially since the cold water gave her a break from the heat in her room.

Phone in hand, she watched him, as she planted herself on the dirty bathtub floor, cross-legged, and started to get herself ready. Starting with her toes, she shaved each one, just below the knuckle, followed by her fingers, arms, pits, and each leg, from groin to ankle, three times. When the burning from her nether regions was so intense that she couldn’t tell her tears from the shower water dripping on her face, she quickly washed off the cream.

All she could do was hope that she hadn’t broken the skin this time. The last time she had let that damn Nair stay on, just past burning, the skin broke and she bled. She was not having a bloody hoo-ha tonight.

With that taken care of, she gently used the razor to remove any other pubes closer to the inside that needed to be removed. Then shaved her backside. When she had more time, she was going to get the internal hairs bleached, but she needed to find out what Ivar preferred.

Shaving ate up so much of her time that she only had a few seconds to rub some body-wash that she had stolen from a drug store over her body and hoped it got rid of the smell of the summer heat. Her hair? Fuck it...she’d wash it another day, for now, this cold water would have to be enough. She’d spritz some perfume and hair spray in it and it would smell fine.

Torren finished her shower, and walked out of the bathroom dripping wet, only using a towel to wrap around her hair. She was glad it was so hot in her room that her hair would air-dry quickly. She finger-combed her damp tresses to complete that ‘just got out of bed, but it's styled’ appearance. She knew how much he loved when her hair looked like that. It would remind him of freshly fucked hair.

She spent extra time applying her makeup, even using an extra dark, thick application of eyeliner. She usually went for more subtle warm colors. They matched her tan skin tone better. But, tonight, she had bold, dark makeup, complete with varying shades of purple and blue eye shadows, and dark purple lipstick.

Torren was glad that she decided to match Ivar’s clothes this evening. The swim trunks and smoking jacket he wore would compliment her beautifully. She wanted everyone to know that they dressed alike, the way real couples do. If he was going for less is more, so would she.

She settled on black leather chaps that tied up on the sides, and tight blue boy shorts that left the bottom half of her ass cheeks exposed. The blue shorts brought out the blue swirls in his trunks; she knew he'd appreciate that touch. Her top was a blue bandanna that she wore as a halter with a short black leather jacket with tassels on the sleeves.

They screamed “couple” in her eyes.

Completely satisfied with how she looked, Torren locked the door to her motel room and started down the hall. She deliberately stopped by the window and peered through the partially opened blinds of the people staying next door to her. She knocked on the window to get the attention of the young couple inside. Judging from their appearance, they were too strung out to know who she was, or that it was her music that they constantly banged on the wall about. She didn’t care. She still flipped them off before making her way to the stairs.

Reaching her hand through the busted window of the blue Ford Taurus to unlock the door from the inside. Torren slid into the driver's seat and leaned over to find the two cords that she had pulled out from under the steering column when she stole the car. Flicking the cords together, she listened as the engine reluctantly turned over.

She put the car in reverse, looked in the rear-view mirror at her makeup, then pulled out of the spot. As she turned onto the road leading to the highway, she listened to the knocks, bumps, and hisses that her car made. There wasn't time to do much about it now; not when she was on her way to get her man. But, she made a mental note to do something about it later in the week. The only thing she could do was turn the music up louder to drown out the car noise.

Truthfully, she should have stolen a better car than the piece of shit Taurus that she found in the parking lot of the Quickie Mart while driving through Tulsa, Oklahoma. There were plenty of better cars there to choose from but no one would have wanted to take this one. It was so sad looking that she took pity on it. She had been doing the owner of this crap car a favor, by taking it off of their hands.

The car was truly fucked. The oil light stayed on, and it drank gas like her mother drank liquor. The car had protested every inch of the ride across the three states that she traveled through in one day. She knew that it would only be a matter of time before that piece of shit breathed its last breath.

She needed to get gas again, but fuck that car. She had already refueled four times since she stole it. Gas wasn't cheap and she wasn't putting another dime in that gas guzzler. Speaking of money, she made a mental note to steal another credit card. It would only be a matter of time before the owner of the one that was tucked snugly between her left breast and strapless bra, would eventually realize that it had been lifted from the table in the diner, and canceled.

Laptop, butt bleaching, car, credit card, and more eyeliner from Walgreen's…her To-Do list was growing. She really needed to take some time off and take care of the necessities. Not tonight, though. She had other things to do. She couldn't do anything else, right now, but get to her man. Besides, once Lothbrok was by her side, he would help her remember all the things she needed to do.

As she came off of the highway exit smoke started billowing out from the engine. It backed up through the exhaust system, and came through the vents, inside the cabin. It was ironic – the air-conditioning vents in the car didn't work, but they seemed to work well enough to clog the inside of the car up with thick white smoke. She drove a few more miles before the smoke was so thick that she could no longer see. As she pulled the car over to the graveled shoulder of the road, the car knocked and shook, before it finally cut off.

Just her fucking luck.

She reached under the dash to flick the cords against each other again, trying to force the ignition to catch again, but it wouldn't. The engine had nothing left to give her. "Fuck Murphy and fuck his fucking law," she said calmly as she pulled the hood release.

She opened the car door, taking care to place both black, platform boots on the ground before lifting her backside from the seat. Placing her sunglasses on her eyes, she walked with one foot in front of the other to the front of the Taurus and placed her hand on the hood. It was hot, but not so hot that she couldn't feel under the front of the lever.

As she lifted the heavy metal hood and placed the rod in the slot to hold it in place, Torren let the smoke from the engine engulf her. It was quite a head rush breathing in the thick engine smoke through her nose, and exhaling it from her mouth. She patiently waited for the smoke to thin out before she bent, at the waist, over the engine. She didn't know what she was looking for, but she knew that someone would see her looking over the engine and stop to help her.

Now, if only someone would actually come down this dark stretch of road, she could be back on her way to Ivar.

It didn't take long before a pair of headlights rounded the bend of the road, just off to her right. Shifting her weight from one foot to the other, she accentuated the leather, chaps against her hips, and lifted her ass higher in the air, to catch the driver's attention. She couldn't help but smirk when she heard the tires of a large vehicle turn onto the graveled pavement in front of where she broke down. She didn't turn to face the car or the driver. She didn't care who they were or what they looked like. She had an appointment to keep and this pit stop was fucking up her timetable.

"You need some help?" A deep voice asked as its owner approached her.

Torren took a moment to peer around the hood, noticing that there were no other cars around. "Broke down," she answered, continuing to bear her weight from one hip to the other. She placed her hands on the metal frame of the car, arched her back, and looked at the man over her shoulder. "You know something about cars?"

"Yeah," he replied, moving around to her side, looking at her, and not the smoky engine.

She gave him half a smile, as she noticed him notice her. "You a mechanic or something?" She asked standing up. She rubbed her hands together to remove some of the visible engine soot while considering the guy in front of her. He was about 6 feet tall with a moderate build. He was dressed in blue jeans, a black t-shirt, and Timberland boots. He didn't look like he was more than 25 years old. Judging from the way he was looking at her and from the ring on his left hand, he wasn't too worried about her car, or his wife, for that matter.

"Nah, not a mechanic, but I work on my own car... in my spare time." He smiled when she did. She was gorgeous, in that slutty kind of way. She wouldn't be dressed like that and leaning over the hood of a car if she wasn't looking to have some fun. "Lemme take a look at it."

Did he work on his car? Hopefully, that meant that his ran better than hers did.

Torren moved over to the side and let him take the position under the hood. "I'll be right back," he explained before walking over to the bed of his F150.

Grabbing a flashlight from the trunk, he took a second to admire the view of her, from behind. If he could get her car moving again, she would hopefully follow him to this cheap motel he knew that was just up the highway.

He leaned in close, taking a whiff of her hair, "You overheated…want to check the coolant level."

She had heard him say something else but she had stopped listening; she was too busy watching the street. "You want me to try to start it?" she asked, removing her sunglasses before making her way to the driver's door. She wasn't sure if he answered or not. She had no intention of driving the Taurus again, even if he could get it started. She just needed to get something out of the car.

She slid into the seat and reached down on the floor. She found the hard metal object on the floor of the passenger's side and gripped it tightly. As she walked back around to the front of the car, she heard him talking, presumably about the car, or maybe he was asking her out. Who the fuck knows? She was on a tight schedule and all of his chatting was holding her up. She stood by the side of the hood, looking at the angle he was leaning over the hood. Quickly, she lifted her arm, and with one powerful blow, she struck him in the head with the crowbar that she used to procure her now-defunct car.

Torren stood over his body, looking at him intensely. God, it felt good. The rush of knowing that one minute this dude was towering over her, and the next he was on the ground. She had dropped his ass. She was the one with the power.

"Thanks," she said, digging her hand in his pocket to retrieve his cash, credit card, and the keys to his truck. She wiped the blood on the crowbar on his shirt before walking to her new mode of transportation.

Torren sat in the truck's driver's seat and turned on the engine. She had managed to cross two things off of her To-Do list without even planning to.

Thank God the truck had air conditioning. All this heat and humidity was bound to make her hair frizzy. She cranked the AC up as high as it would go and sat still for a moment enjoying the cool air. After a minute, she adjusted the seat and tilted the rearview mirror to look at herself. She was starting to sweat and her eyeliner was starting to run just a bit at the corners of her eyes. She dabbed at the black liner to even out the lines, and then pushed the mirror back to where she could see. Giving the area another once-over, she made sure that no one else had seen her interaction with that guy on the ground, before pulling out from the gravel and onto the paved street.

"Ugh!" Torren yelled. Chester Bradley, the printed name on the credit card, had shitty taste in music. She pushed the stereo button on the steering wheel to do a scan of the radio. Anything was better than country music. Once she found some trap music on the XM radio, she turned up the volume and pulled back onto the highway.

Part iii/

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peterspideyy · 4 years

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sweater party | day four

12 days of christmas masterlist

summary- going to a christmas party with a newt who just wants to cuddle

warnings- newt being pissed at everyone but you, fluff, modern!au maze runner

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“newt! y/n! hey!” thomas smiled, running up to the couple who was just about to enjoy their time together, before he interrupted.

“what, tommy?!” newt shouted, causing you to stifle a laugh.

“woah, sorry newt.” thomas replied, as newt sighed placing his head on your shoulder, arms wrapped around your waist tightly, as he enjoyed your warmth, causing you to smile at the action.

you both haven’t seen each other for weeks, due to the hundreds of lessons you’ve both had and of course mock exams. so you could say the lack of time seeing each other, has really took a toll on you both.

you both just missed each other to much.

and with your school breaking up for christmas break, you both finally had a free hour. so, of course newt immediately grabbed at the chance to meet up with you in the school grounds, and just do absolutely nothing which you both loved doing.

so, you could say newt was pissed at tommy for interrupting your precious time.

“what’s up, thomas?” you questioned, as the blonde haired boy whined on your shoulder, starting to rub his thumb softly on your waist.

“oh, nothing.”

newt lifted his head up at this, “and you think its bloody okay to interrupt mine and y/n’s time-“

“i was just wondering,” thomas inturrupted, starring at newt as a warning, “if you’re still coming to my christmas party tonight?”

you forgot about that.

and by the look on newt’s face he did too.

“err,” newt started glancing at you, “i think we’re just going to stay in tonight.”

thomas’ eyes went wide, “why? you promised you would come!”

“oh, yeah we did.” you mumbled, looking at newt who had pleading eyes, shaking his head slightly.

“please come guys, i don’t think i’ll be able to handle drunk minho on my own.” he argued, causing newt to nod his head, agreeing with him.

drunk minho was difficult to control, let’s say.

“please. please. please. please-“

“if you say please one more time tommy, i’m going to bloody knock-“

“and on that note,” you cut off your boyfriend, before this innocent conversation turned aggressive, smiling at thomas, “we’ll be there.”

“thank you.” thomas beamed, before running away, looking for brenda to ask if she was coming.

as thomas was out of view, newt turned to face you, pouting.

“but, i wanted to cuddle with you, tonight.” he complained.

“it’s only one night, love, and then we have the rest of the holidays to spend time together.” you cooed, leaning in to kiss his nose, causing him to pout even more.

“but-“

“no buts, darling. we are bloody going.”

newt groaned in annoyance.

but, he still kissed your cheek nevertheless.

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“why did i agree to come.”

“because it’ll be fun to spend time with our friends.” you replied, brushing your hair quickly, before turning to face your pouting boyfriend.

“but, why do i have to wear this?!”

newt gestured to his santa christmas sweater that he paired with black jeans and a pair of vans, with his blonde hair pushed messily to the side.

he looked absolutely adorable.

“i hate it.” he wined.

“it’s a christmas sweater party for a reason, newtie.” you laughed, turning to look at yourself in the mirror. you were wearing a rudolph sweater, with black jeans as well. you caught newt’s eyes, who was looking back at you in awe.

“you’re so bloody cute, love.” he mumbled, causing you to blush.

“if you keep on complimenting me, i’ll regret agreeing to go to this party.” you laughed, turning to face him properly. he smirked, wrapping his arms around you, and placing a quick peck of your lips.

“as much as i would love to stay here and do this all night, we should be going.” newt whispered against your lips, before pulling away, intertwining his hands with yours, and leaving the house to head to thomas’.

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“if it isn’t the best couple in town!” thomas greeted after opening the door, making you and newt to chuckle slightly.

“come in! come in!” he ushered, moving to the side, to let you both in.

“love the jumper newt.” thomas winked, causing newt to put the middle finger up at him.

“blame them for forcing me to wear one!” he argued back.

you gasped, “hey! don’t blame me!”

newt turned to face you, smirking at you, placing a quick kiss on your forehead, while thomas watched the couple with a slight smile.

“drinks are in the back room, and yeah have fun!” he smiled, leaving you both to look at the house.

you don’t think you have seen that much christmas decorations in a house before.

literally, top to bottom there was something christmassy.

“i think tommy likes christmas.” newt mumbled into your ear, causing you to hum in agreement. “want a drink?”

you turned to face your boyfriend, nodding gratefully, making him squeeze your hand (still in his) reassuringly, causing you to smile.

he knew you hated when he left you. even for a minute.

“i’ll be back, love.” he spoke, barely even audible over the loud music blaring into the room, with people singing and laughing loudly. you looked around, not even noticing newt looking at you, before you caught eyes of teresa and brenda.

“i’ll be over there.” you pointed to the corner, causing newt to nod, placing a kiss on your forehead before leaving your side. you watched him leave, immediately being hugged by gally and alby, before you made your way to the girls.

“hey!” you greeted, engulfing them both in a tight hug.

“hi, y/n! cute sweater.” brenda smiled, while teresa nodded in agreement, sipping her drink.

“got any plans for christmas?” teresa asked.

you smiled, “probably spending time with newt.”

“ohh, is he treating you well?” brenda questioned.

you blushed, looking down, “yeah. super well.”

“he’s good for you, y/n.” teresa commented, making brenda hum in agreement.

you were about to reply, but saw teresa and brenda, smiling mischievously at something just past you. you furrowed your brows, about to ask what’s happened, but a pair of hands covered your eyes, causing you to gasp, and turn around, ready to see who your attacker was.

but, the laughter of your boyfriend filled the air around you, causing you to instantly relax.

“did i scare you then, darling?” he asked, giggling, lowering his hands to cup your face.

“yeah, you did.” you chuckled, heart still racing with butterflies from the way newt’s eyes lingered on your lips.

“where’s our drinks?” you asked, gesturing to newt’s empty hands.

“oh, minho’s got them.” he paused looking over the sea of heads, before freezing, “he’s coming over-“

“y/n!”

“now.” newt laughed, and minho soon came into sight, walking in zig-zags with your drinks in his hand, laughing loudly.

yeah, he was drunk.

“how have you been?!” he slurred, handing newt your drinks, before wrapping his arms around you tightly, causing all the air in your lungs to be knocked out of you.

“woah, let y/n breath, yeah?” newt warned minho, insantly becoming protective over you.

“it’s fine,” you gasped, as minho pulled away, “i think he just missed me.”

minho laughed loudly, “they’re so funny.”

you glanced at newt, confusingly, causing him to shrug slightly.

“did you miss us?” teresa teasingly asked, on behalf of brenda.

minho froze, turning to face them, with a blank expression.

“no.”

you and newt burst out laughing, while the girls just stood, eyes wide.

“kidding!” minho shouted, nudging them both, before wrapping his arms around you and newt, leading you away.

“maybe.” he mumbled, while you and your boyfriend cried with laughter.

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you and newt were at home now. and you could say you were both very very very drunk. thanks to minho.

“take a shot newt, if you love y/n!” minho shouted, and before he could finish newt gulped down the glass of vodka, pulling a face at the strong taste.

“y/n, take a shot if you love newt’s accent!”

“are you trying to get us smashed?” you giggled, throwing the shot back, wincing at the taste.

“nooo, i would never do that.” he replied, words slurred together, before taking another shot.

“what’s that one for?” newt questioned.

“because i love myself.”

you fell on your bed, with newt falling down beside you, head in the pillow as he groaned loudly.

“if i get a massive hangover in the morning, i’m going to kill minho.”

you laughed, tears falling down at the comment, causing newt to turn to face, you pouting for the hundredth time today.

“i’m being serious.” he wined, as you carried on laughing.

“that’s what’s so funny about it!” you replied, between laughs.

newt couldn’t stay serious at you for long, and soon smiled at the most precious view of you laughing. he was so smitten for you.

“i love you.” he blurted out, causing your laughs to freeze.

you turned to face newt, a smile forming on your face, as you placed your hands on his cheek, leaning in to place a quick kiss on his lips, before leaning back.

“i love you too.”

“good,” he beamed, bringing his hand up to stroke your cheek softly, “now kiss me properly.”

you stuck your tongue out teasingly, before closing the gap between you, as you both melted into each other.

and as the morning came round, and your hangover was stronger than ever before, you still found yourself and newt saying sweet nothings to each other.

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a/n- sorry for the late update! i’ll be posting day 5 and 6, tommorow- ive just been super busy with work. also, i wanted to write so much for this, but i was just rushing to get this up, sorry :/

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all-hail-the-witcher · 4 years

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cuddling

here is my contribution for ace week! im literally squeezing this in at the last possible second (as its 11:32pm on 10/31 as i start this) but better late than never i suppose!!

i dont often talk about my sexuality on this blog, but i do identify as ace and its not something ive ever been overly comfortable with. but seeing the plethora of ace week fics on my dash this past week (mostly by @jaskierswolf, hi, hope you dont mind being tagged) has been so awesome and has made me feel so much more comfortable in myself that i had to write something for this :)

this is some gray romantic/ace geralt with some ace jaskier. warnings for mentions of dubious consent/ not wanting to have sex but doing it anyway. there is no explicit sexual content but it is referenced.

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Geralt was a Witcher. His entire livelihood consisted of him doing things for humans: killing monsters, bargaining with sorceresses, fighting wars, protecting them from pretty much anything that could hurt their fragile mortal selves. It had been trained into him ever since he was a child. Do what the humans ask of you. It is your job.

So why would sex be any different?

Humans enjoyed sex. This was something Geralt had come to learn during his time on the path. What was even worse was that some of them especially enjoyed having sex with Witchers.

Geralt did not enjoy sex. He was not a human, and it was decidedly a human activity. But that did not stop humans from wanting to have sex with him. Some sought him out specifically, wanting to know what it was like to lie with a Witcher for a night. Others insisted on paying him for his monster hunting duties with a round. He never took pleasure in it. Sometimes he would pretend he did. He had gotten quite good at pretending over the years, learning little tricks that humans seemed to like. But the act of it itself made his skin crawl for days on end and he could feel their fingers and lips long after the marks on his skin had faded.

But he worked for humans. He couldn't deny them what they asked of him.

He assumed Jaskier would be the same. The man was certainly human, so much so that he would flirt with grass if it came down to it (which, admittedly, Geralt had only witnessed once, and Jaskier had been very drunk at the time, but still). But he never tried to bed him, which surprised Geralt. He knew he was good, if the praises of the the people he'd laid with before were any indication Humans generally needed him for a favor and then left him to the wind. Jaskier hadn’t asked him to kill a monster or help him track down an unruly mage, and it had been years at least since they had first crossed paths. The only logical conclusion that Geralt could come to was that Jaskier was waiting for him to bed him and then he would leave, just like everyone else.

The problem was that Geralt had grown quite fond of Jaskier over the years (and his incessant flirting) and while he didn’t want the bard to leave, he also didnt want Jaskier to be miserable following him around anymore. Five years was quite a long time to wait for a round, especially in human years. Resignedly, Geralt told himself that in the next town he would lay with Jaskier and then the whole thing could be over, and they could both move on with their lives.

He rented a room with one bed, as they often did, despite there being enough coin for one with two. Jaksier hardly noticed, flouncing off to play a few sets for the locals while Geralt went upstairs to prepare.

He felt the characteristic tightening of his stomach and the shakiness that always came with this particular activity, but he stripped down obediently, even talking the time to rub some of the oils Jaskier liked to much into his hair before laying down on the bed to wait.

He didn’t have to wait long. “Geralt! You’ll never believe th- whoa, were you expecting someone?” He stood in the doorway awkwardly.

“Just you,” Geralt grunted. They should get this over with.

“Me? Geralt...did you think I wanted to have sex with you?”

“Well...” Geralt picked at the blanket, feeling foolish for having to explain himself, he thought that humans should understand these things. “Humans always need me for something. And you dont need a monster killed, so I figured....” “Oh dear heart,” Jaskier walked over and sat down on the bed next to him, running his fingers though his hair. “Please do not take this the wrong way, but I do not want to have sex with you.”

“You don’t?” Geralt was shocked. “But...humans....”

“Not all humans like sex Geralt. I certainly don’t. It makes me skin crawl and I feel all weird after. So I don’t do it. I’m still plenty romantic with people, but I dont get into bed with them.” “Hmm.” Jaskier didn’t like sex either? Maybe it wasn't a human thing after all.

“What it Geralt? That was your I’m-Contemplating-Something hum.”

“It...makes my skin crawl too.” He said carefully after a few moments.

Jaskier’s hand slowed in his hair. “Dear heart,” he began carefully. “Do you like sex?”

Did he? No one had ever asked him what he wanted before. He didnt think he did. It didnt feel pleasant and he usually had to jump in a cold stream after. “No.”

“Then why did you want to do it with me?” “You’re human,” Geralt shrugged. “Humans either want me to kill monsters or want me in their bed. I serve humans, I can’t turn them down. You are a human.”

"But you dont like sex?”

“No. I’m a Witcher. It’s probably the mutations. But can still get by.” Actually, now that he thought about it, from what he remembered, he’d never been much interested in it before the trials either.

“Geralt,” Jaskier tilted his chin up to look at him and he saw sadness swirling in his eyes. “Not wanting to have sex is not a Witcher thing. Plenty of humans feel the same way too. Admittedly there aren't many of us, I’ve only come across a few in my lifetime, and I think there's a word for it but I can’t remember it right now. Sex does not interest me either, but there are far more other important things in a relationship than just sex.”

Geralt was confused. “But sex is the only thing people ever wanted me for.”

“And I’m terribly sorry about that, dear heart, but you’re with me now and I will never make you have sex with me. Have you ever- or wait, is there anything else that you dont like?”

Geralt’s head was spinning, and he was still stuck on the part where Jaskier had said that he would never make Geralt have sex with him. For the first time that evening, he felt his hands stop their shaking and something like warmth bloom inside him. “Hmm?”

“Is there anything else you dont like doing? Besides the sex bit I mean.”

Besides sex....Geralt tried to remember what came along with laying with someone. He usually blocked it all out after. “Kissing,” he finally said. “Burns my skin.”

“Alright, we’ll do none of that then.” Jaskier moved from the bed, beginning to take off his doublet and Geralt seized up for a second, afraid that Jaskier was going go back on his word, but then he reached for his nightclothes. “Are you familiar with cuddling?”

“Cuddling?” The word felt unfamiliar in his mouth.

“I’ll take that as a no.” Jaskier smiled. “Go put your nightclothes on. I think I have something that you will enjoy far better than that nasty sex business.”

So here it was then, Jasper did need him for a service after all. Geralt got out of bed and slowly pulled on his night clothes, painfully aware this would be their last night together before they parted ways for good, before returning to the bed.

“Right, so youre just going to lay on your side, yes right like that, and then I lay behind you, see? And I put my arm around you like this, and we snuggle.” Jaskier’s breath tickled his hair.

“What do we do though?” “What do you mean, what do we do?” Despite Jaskier’s words though, he didnt seem angry. “This is it. We hold each other and enjoy each others presence. We can change positions, if you want, like you can take a turn holding me for example or I could lay on your chest, but we just hold each other close. Show each other we care. This is called cuddling.”

“Hmm.” As far as Geralt was concerned, it was far better than sex. But he knew it wouldn't last. This was all Jaskier wanted from him, clearly, which prevented Geralt from thoroughly enjoying it.

“Where will you go?” he spoke into the silence a few long moments later.

Jaskier paused drawing light patterns on Geralts forearm. “What do you mean?”

“Tomorrow.” Wasn't it obvious?

“Well I’ll go wherever you’re going. Just like we always have?"

“You...you’re not,” Geralt swallowed thickly. “You’re not leaving?”

“Leaving?” Jaskier’s voice rose an octave. “Why on the continent would I be leaving?”

“You’ve got what you wanted from me, with this....cuddling business. You have no reason to stay.”

“Oh dear heart.” The next thing he knew he was being flipped around to face Jaskier. Jaskier, who had tears in his eyes that were just barely visible in the low light. Instinctively, he reached up to brush them away. “I’m cuddling with you because I care about you, because I love you. Not because I want something from you.”

“Oh.” Geralt didn’t know what to say. Jaskier loved him? No one had ever loved him before, much less cared about him or wanted him to be comfortable.

Jaskier placed his hand on Geralt’s chest. “You never have to do anything you dont want to do with me. And if you don’t want to travel with me anymore, I’ll leave. You are your own person, Geralt, even if you are a Witcher. And you make your own decisions. You wouldn't take a contract that you felt unsafe doing, so in the same vein, you dont have to have sex with anyone if you dont want to. You make your own decisions. You dont even have to cuddle with me right now if you want to. You choose what you want to do based on what you’re comfortable doing, do you understand?”

Geralt nodded into the darkness. This was all so much. He hadn't been able to make his decisions in...well ever. And now Jaskier was giving him permission to. “I want you to stay,” he whispered. “I....care about you too.” He didnt say that he thought he could love him, he wasn't ready to say that yet. And according to Jaskier he didnt have to say it if he didnt want to.

“Good. Now that we've got that sorted, come here,” Jaskier pulled Geralt into his chest, running his fingers through his hair delicately. Geralt closed his eyes, never had he felt more safe in his entire life. Who knew humans could be so gentle?

Just as he was teetering on the edge of unconsciousness he whispered, “Jaskier?”

“Hmm?”

Geralt felt a small smile tug at his lips at hearing how own language on Jaskier’s lips. “Can we do more of this...cuddling?”

Jaskier’s laugh sounded through his chest, vibrating pleasantly against Geralt’s ear. “Of course we can, dear heart. Of course.”

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that turned out way longer than i thought it would and its now 37 minutes late but oh well.

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digitalworldbound · 3 years

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day one: sibling shenanigans

this is a day late bc yesterday was my birthday. ive tried to edit this, but it's like pulling teeth oof. anyways, excited for takari week!

The Yagami’s air conditioner did little to fend off the sweltering August heat. Despite staying inside, Hikari felt like she was melting. Yamato and Takeru fared no better. Their father’s central air had erupted in a cloud of smoke in the night, the boys waking up sticky, sweaty, and flushed. They arrived at the Yagami’s thirty minutes later under the guise of a video game tournament, but Taichi laughed when he caught the pair arguing over who got to sit closer to the fan.

Hikari stretched herself across their worn couch, feet barely poking over the arm. Leftover air from the fan whispered over her flushed cheeks. Taichi, Takeru, and Yamato crammed themselves in front of her. It was obvious that their legs had gotten longer when the three of them had to fight for dominance underneath the coffee table.

Some snacks were spread out on the table, but the heat subdued even Taichi’s stomach. “Yamato, you miss more shots than a damn Stormtrooper. Takeru was wide open! He would have been an easy kill!” A mop of brown hair playfully shoved the boy beside him.

“If I wanted to support some talentless douchebags, I would have bought a Nickelback album.” Yamato smacked the nape of Taichi’s neck. “And besides,” Yamato paused, “If he was such an easy kill, then why weren’t you able to snipe him first?”

Hikari snickered, shoving a socked foot in her brother’s face. His cries of indignation were no match for Takeru’s and Yamato’s arms as the held him down to let Hikari continue her assault. “Onii-chan, only winnersget to trash talk.”

“You boys are terrible, turning my innocent sister against me.” He huffed. It took a moment to shove the brothers off, their sweaty skin clingy together. Takeru laughed before grabbing his controller. He cocked an eyebrow in challenge, “Best two out of three, eh, Taichi?”

The boy in question only rolled his eyes, shifting to he could stand. Takeru raked his fingers through his damp hair, “Unless our brave leader is scared.”

“It’s not that I’m scared, I just…have to use the bathroom is all.” Even Hikari could see through his flimsy excuse.

“Wow, I can’t believe my brother is a chicken.”

He smacked her forehead on his way out of the room, skillfully ignoring the way she stuck her tongue out in his direction.

Yamato rolled his eyes. Pushing his hands together, Takeru gagged at the sound of his brother’s knuckles popping. The older boy merely laughed, twisting his back to enhance Takeru’s unease. “Well, we might as well as take a break. It’s hard to play with just two people.”

Hikari’s head perked up. “I can play with you guys.”

Takeru and Yamato shared a look before their laughter spurred Hikari out of her state of relaxation. “Hey!” her indignation made the boys laugh even harder, nearly rolling over each other. She crossed her arms over her chests, poking the boys with her toe. “If you just want to twiddle your thumbs for the twenty minutes that Onii-chan will be in the bathroom, then be my guest.”

“Hikari, don’t be like that. I just don’t want to hurt your feelings when I win.” When he wasn’t fighting with her brother, Yamato was easily one of the more brazen Chosen. If the mood struck him right, he could even wind Koushiro up with his teasing.

She cocked an eyebrow, picking up her brother’s discarded controller. Takeru said nothing, but readied his player for battle. He had learned that of the two, Hikari was the more stubborn Yagami. There would be no changing her mind once it was made up. Scooting over, Yamato made room for Hikari between himself and his brother.

The round started; the brothers teamed up without a word. Within minutes, her avatar laid lifeless on the battlefield. Perfect.

“He told you so,” Takeru muttered underneath his breath. Hikari was unperturbed. “Can we try again? I just had to get a hang of the controls.”

With a poorly stifled laugh, Yamato busied himself with a bottle of water. He nudged Takeru under the table, shooting him a look Hikari had no trouble deciphering: It’s cute that she thinks she has chance.

“Why don’t we make it interesting with a little bet? Everyone bets a thousand yen, winner takes all.” She did her best to seem nonchalant, widening her eyes to lure them into a false sense of innocence. Like any good fish, they took the bait, hook, line, and sinker.

A wallet was pried from a pair of shorts, crumpled bills mingling with spilled popcorn. The brothers wore matching grins of victory. If only they weren’t so foolish.

Her sly smirk dissipated into feigned surprise as she deftly maneuvered around the battlefield, ignoring the way their jaws unhinged at her victory. Yamato grumbled as a wad of cash disappeared into Hikari’s pocket. She ignored his squinted eyes.

“Beginner’s luck,” she said.

“Bullshit. Double or nothing.” Takeru didn’t even glance in her direction. Jaw set, the next round started before Hikari could grab on to her controller. Playing dirty had never been his style, but she had a sinking suspicion that he had her figured out.

She didn’t have long until the boys figured out her ruse, so Hikari worked quickly. Navigating the battlefield with a suspiciously practiced ease, she discerned the boy’s hiding places. Though they had teamed up, they were no match for Hikari’s digital prowess.

It only took her five minutes to wipe them out. “Hmm, that wasn’t my personal best, but it’ll do.”

With a curse, Yamato slung his controller on the coffee table. “Of course you would kick ass in video games. What can’t you do, Hikari? Please, tell me, so that I might actually have a chance at being better than you at something.”

Takeru rolled his eyes as Hikari shrugged in nonchalance. It was as if tricking men had become merely a pastime as if it had become a form of passive income. And Takeru supposed it was as numbers were whispered under her breath as she counted out her winnings.

She glanced up briefly, raising an eyebrow at the brothers’ sullen expressions. “Aw, c’mon, don’t be that way. Practice makes perfect, remember?” Her grin was downright devious. With a leap, she pealed herself away from the floor.

Taichi emerged from the bathroom as his sister toed on her shoes in the doorway. “Where do you think you’re going?” He could see the money crumpled in her hand, the sagging shoulders of unwilling victims.

“Icecream! My treat.” With a wink, she was off.

#takari week #takari week 2021 #takari

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lovelessmotel · 3 years

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(so, ive been missing knight chimney and princess maddie REAL bad lately so here’s some jealous and sad chim and then some fluffy goodness)

Howie does not get jealous.

He simply doesn’t have the time for it, the energy. If he decided to get jealous every time a potential suitor made eyes at Maddie, he’d never get anything done. This week however has been....difficult.

A week long party for the Summer Solstice; guests in and out, Howie and Hen and the other knights pulling double time to make sure that nothing was amiss. It was busy and chaotic and whenever Howie was able to catch a glimpse of Maddie, she was always with this man.

Tall, handsome, more likely than not some prince that was trying to charm his way into Maddie’s heart. That itself wouldn’t be a problem, except that Maddie seemed to actually be enjoying herself in this man’s company. She’d laugh, smile, even willingly danced with him one night while Howie scowled from the corner.

Hen had simply laughed, giving him a solid whack on the arm.

“Ow.”

“A bit jealous there, are we?”

Howie scrunched his nose. “I do not get jealous.”

“Howard, if looks could kill that man would be six feet under.”

There’s a bit of truth to that, he realized. He thinks much of it comes from the fact that the week has been so hectic, he hasn’t gotten to see Maddie on his own once. No chance to hold her in his arms, kiss her, press his nose into her temple and hear her giggle.

It only gets worse when he’s patrolling the gardens the next day, and hears voices that he recognizes. Maddie and Josh, picnicking in the warm sun, laughing together. Howie thinks about surprising them, saying hello, when he overhears their conversation through the bushes.

“-such a terribly long week, but at least he’s always near. Makes me feel so much better having him around.” Maddie’s voice sounds dreamy and far away, and Howie’s heart sinks.

“And how lucky you are to have him, especially at a time like this. So many bachelors around, but I think they’re getting the message.” They laugh together, and Howie slinks away, feeling defeated and foolish.

Maddie finding someone else, more fitting to her lifestyle and needs was always something in the back of his mind, a nagging that he tried to ignore. But perhaps it’s best this way.

He mopes around all day, brushing Hen off when she tries to figure out what’s wrong. There’s more partying that night, music and food in the great hall, but Howie excuses himself, figuring that they’ll handle just fine without him.

There’s some targets set up just at the edge of the woods, a makeshift archery range that he heads to to blow off some steam (along with a bottle of liquor that he nabbed from the party.) He’s going to shoot arrows and drink until he feels less sad, a perfect plan, in his opinion.

He’s starting to feel a bit more relaxed, his bullseyes still landing perfectly despite the alcohol, when he hears footsteps behind him.

“Hen told me I could find you here.”

It’s Maddie, hair curled elegantly along her shoulders, dress of shining blues and purples. She looks stunning, and Howie’s heart aches.

“Yes, I was just-” He nods at the arrows stuck into the tree. “Practicing.”

“Well you’re still an amazing shot, no doubts about it.” Maddie’s smiles falls after a moment, head titling as she examines her knight. “Hen was right. You’re upset. What’s wrong?”

‘Damn you Hen’, he thinks and he sets his bow down on the ground, sighing.

“I’m fine. I just think you should get back to your party. I’m sure there’s princes waiting for you.”

Maddie scoffs. “Like I’d want to see any of them over you.”

“What about the one you’ve been with all week? I’m sure he misses you.”

“Prince Ryder? Oh he’s very kind, but he has someone back home he’s trying to woo. A marvelous new friend, we’ve really had quiet a nice time together. I think I’ve already been invited to his future wedding.”

Howie’s brow furrows. “Then who were you and Josh talking about? I overheard you in the gardens and....”

Maddie’s face goes blank for a moment before she shakes her head, smiling. She closes the distance between them, wrapping her arms around Howie’s waist.

“I was talking about you, my sweet knight.” She leans up on her tiptoes, pressing a kiss to the spot between his brows, trying to erase the tension there. “You’ve been keeping watch on me all week, it makes me feel safe knowing you’re around. With all the withering looks you’ve been giving all the men, most of them won’t even come near me.” Maddie laughs as she says it, and Howie can’t help the blush that creeps onto his face. He thought he’d been more subtle.

“Well it is my job to protect you Princess. Can’t have any bad apples trying to win you over.”

Maddie sees through the teasing right away, and she holds back a laugh.

“Howie. You were jealous weren’t you?”

He pouts. “I do not get jealous. I was just....I was worried that you’d moved on to someone else. Someone more fitting.”

“There is no one more fitting for me than you Howard.” She presses a kiss to his nose. “No flashy prince or duke could change the way I feel about you.”

Howie can’t help but feel a little silly, a little upset at himself for his own self deprecation. “Never think less of yourself Howie, for any reason. You are amazing and kind and strong and funny, and most importantly-” Maddie presses a soft kiss to his lips.

“-All mine.”

He smiles, heart full for the first time in so many days. “All yours Princess.”

#princess and knight au #madney #this ended up soooo long LMAO #and also lots of chim feels in this one i love my man

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millers-planet · 4 years

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Remembrance - Cal Kestis x F!Reader

Storyline: The new rebel officer, Cal, is sent to Naboo to discuss the further attacks of the Empire, until a distraction appears in his way (after iv but before ep v)

Warnings: Fluff? Not really anything.

Pairing: Rebel Officer!Cal Kestis x Rebel!F!Reader

Notes: I know how uncanon this is but let a girl dream, ok? This fic idea just popped into my head until I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I also know that I said I was taking a break from writing about Cal,,,, but......

POV: Cal’s to Reader

Walking off of the transport onto the open hangar, I was greeted by Bail Organa, which surprised me. “Commander Organa, I didn’t expect to see you here. I thought you’d be on Alderaan taking care of Rebel matters there.” I bowed my head and listen to BD-1′s delightful chirps, “oh, this is my droid BD-1, he says hello.”

The Commander bowed back and invited me forward, leading us toward the large and extravagant base. “When I heard you were joining us, I had to greet you here. I understand how out of water you are here, given your past traveling with a smaller crew rather than a full alliance like this,” he opened his arms towards the building when he spoke ‘this’. “I hope you don’t think this was too much,” Organa stopped and check in with me, I could tell his question was sincere.

“It is very apprehensive, I’m not use to having this many people around, let alone this many forces against the Empire.” I smiled and reassured the Commander, “I’m as greatly humbled by your appearance, Commander, as I am for this opportunity to join your legion as and Officer.” We continued onward into what seemed to be more formal hallways and rooms as the volume of a blur of voices continued to increase.

“Now, we wanted you here not only to have your input on what you know about the Empire, but also the ideas and thoughts you have on our current plans against our enemies.” The Commander continued, walking me through what was about to happen. “If at any point in time you feel overwhelmed, feel free to excuse yourself, this must be a hard transition for you.”

We walked more down the hallway, into what seemed like an outdoor space, other than the occasional pillar and concrete flooring. This provided a breathtaking view of the ocean and coast of Naboo as the sun began to kiss the water on the horizon, giving the planet a skyline that faded from yellows to oranges to deep blues. “Actually, Commander, would you tell them I’d be there in a short while, I need a second to collect myself before I go and greet a crowd of people.” He smiled and nodded, walking forward and away from me as I walked out to the steps that faded in to soft sand-y beaches, sitting down on them and taking in the view.

Reader’s POV

I rushed to the meeting room, unfashionably late to a gathering of the officers and commanders to greet a newcomer. I can’t believe this was happening to me, again! Commander Organa is going to have my badge before the Empire blows up a city (or two). As I made my way through the opening, I saw someone sitting on the steps of the entrance, looking like a main character as he gazed into the sunset.

Slowing gently to a stop, I looked at the features of this masculine figure. Remarkable orange hair, muscular frame, broader shoulders, and a scar that cut from the side of his face, down to his neck. However, what really caught my eye was the bright reflection of metallic material bouncing sunlight off of it. I considered my options, either miss this opportunity to confront this mysterious stranger, which I had no business doing, or I could go face the wrath of Commander Organa.

I should go see the Commander, if I keep him waiting, I’ll just have more hell to pay. But, who’s to say that this stranger doesn’t have some infinite wisdom to bestow upon me? No, I have responsibilities I need to uphold, if I want to try and have Commander cut me the slightest piece of slack, I should show up as soon as possible. As I tried to make my way towards the meeting room, a weight fell on my gut, almost a push towards the figure versus my responsibilities. Instead of fighting it, I went along with it, worst case scenario I’ll have time to devise a lie to explain why I was so late.

I approached the stranger and looked out to the sunset with him, “I haven’t travelled outside of the Mid Rim very much in my life, but I bet no planet has sunsets like these.” His face looked in my direction, smiling and nodding. “May I?” I asked, pointing out to the space next to him on the hard steps.

“Go ahead,” he scooted over and looked out towards the ocean. “I’ve been all over. A good handful of planets in the Outer Rim, to a small portion in the Mid Rim, and even to the Unknown Regions.” He sighed and his hands began to fidget, “I was never able to rest in these planets, even the one I essentially grew up on. I can remember the exact layout of each planet I’ve been to, but if you told me to paint a picture or color something, I wouldn’t be able to. I was chased, hunted, even captured on these planets, giving me no time to stop and take in the view.

“But, as the Commander and I were walking out here, I saw the way the sun fell into the horizon and something just told me to stop. I think it was the Force, it pushed me and called me to just sit down and take break.” He sighed and made eye contact with me, until his expressions dropped. “I just unloaded what basically is my entire life story to a stranger, I’m sorry,” he frantically apologized.

I laughed softly and reassured him, “it’s nice to hear another story, or just something other than the Empire. I would love to see the Outer Rim and Inner Rim, maybe even the Unknown Regions, even if it means only taking in the sights for just a few seconds.” A silence filled the air, but it wasn’t awkward, it was comforting. It was a warmth and sheltered-like feeling that just washed over me and cleared my mind. “I was basically raised here, I watched the rise of the Empire along with the Rebels. People come here and see a beautiful liberated planet full of peace, but I see a planet that has been tortured through so many reigns of power.”

He nodded in agreement, taking a second to formulate a response. “I essentially watched the Jedi fall and Empire take it’s place first hand. I’m a Jedi, I watched the Clones Attack and kill my Master Jaro Tapal,” he pointed to his scar. “I then grew up on Bracca to escape the Empire as a scrapper, watching it take over that planet, until I found some people and liberated so many planets with them.” His voice dropped, “I miss them, but we all realized our ways were parting, and since I was given this opportunity to be an Officer with the Rebels, I knew it really was time to go.”

I looked at him confused, “I now know ‘basically your whole life story’ but not your name.”

He laughed and stuck out his hand, “Cal, Cal Kestis.”

I took his hand and shook it, “Y/N Y/L/N. Now, I really have to get going or the Commander is going to revoke every privilege I have. It was nice meeting you, Cal. Though, there is something about you that I can’t put a finger on.”

“Oh?” He asked, standing up and walking with me towards the meeting room.

“Why do I feel like telling you ‘basically my whole life story’ as well?” We both laughed and continued to the loud room full of Rebel allies, the sun fading behind us.

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msmarvelwrites · 4 years

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The Winter Ghost - Part 13

Info: A Devastating car crash causes you to lose your memory and start over. The only thing left in the wreckage was the horrific nightmares which plagued your mind. If you knew what today would entail you would have just stayed in bed. But you didn’t and because of that, everything you knew was about to change.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: Swearing, angst, some smutty thoughts...

w/c: 2.2k

A/N: Lucky number 13! I’m honestly so caught off gaurd by all the love Ive been receiving on The Winter Ghost. I see all your late night binge sessions and I am SO immensely greatful for your interest. When I first started writing this I didnt really think anything of it, but youve all lit a fire under my ass and for that, I thank you! So please, enjoy and reblog and like if you feel so inclined.

His hot breath fanned across your face, sending you into a frenzy like state you had never known before. Heavy breathing, mostly on your part as he placed excruciatingly slow kisses across your jaw. You needed him. More than you’d ever needed anything in your life. It made you sick.

“Are you afraid?” He asked in a low seductive voice. Swiftly he wrapped his metal fingers around your throat, applying enough pressure to make you gasp. You clawed at his chest, drunk on his murderous touch. You wanted him to make you hurt as bad as your heart did. You couldn't possibly hate a person more than you hated yourself right now.

“Answer my question.” He shouted, sending a ripple of ecstasy through your body.

“No. I could never,” You gasped, choking as the walls of your throat began to collapse.

“Liar.” He sneered.

You let out an involuntary moan.

“You good, Y/n?” Sam asked, sitting next to you on the couch as he, Nat, Wanda and Shuri all ate breakfast around the kitchen island. Your hand was lightly wrapped around your neck where Bucky’s was just a moment ago.

“Yeah, fine.” You squeeked.

But you weren't. You hadn’t been since that morning in the hallway with Bucky. You could still feel the sting he had left behind from his touch. What was wrong with you? You couldn't even begin to unpack that question. Psychiatric help would be a start, though.

After your memory had returned, the nightmares seemed to subside, only to be replaced with the image of Bucky, devoid of all emotion, seething in rage at your quips. By the third night, you would have gladly have traded, knowing that this was so much worse.

You couldn't keep excusing your vile thoughts as his fault. They weren't, not entirely. You were the one waking up a needy mess every morning.

“Hey.” Bucky's husky voice filled your senses causing you to stiffen at the sound. The team around you said their hello’s while you tried to refrain from gawking. You had done your very best to avoid him as much as you could, but there were only so many places to hide. Whenever you bumped into each other he would keep his head down and you would run in either direction.

“Steve’s on his way back today. He left to meet Vision and gather intel on an active Hydra base located somewhere on the border of Germany.” Wanda’s eyes lit up at the mention of the name. This must be the famous Android she's always gushing about.

“Pack up… We ship out first thing tomorrow morning.” Bucky declared, peaking your interest. It had been way too long since you had been back in the field, this was amazing. You could feel the excitement bubbling out of your chest vanish when Bucky’s eyes glanced at you.

“Y/n, you can uh, keep Shuri company while we're away.” You blinked at him, unsure if you had heard him correctly.

“No fucking way.” You scoffed. You were not missing out on this opportunity to give Hydra a taste of their own ‘serum’, so to speak.

‘Captain's orders.” He deadpanned, averting his gaze to the ceiling. You stared at him, lost for words with needy eyes. He’d never tell you, but it terrified him when you looked like that. Small, fragile, though he knew better. He would kill himself before he tainted you. But that didn't make the idea any less intriguing.

“And since when do you listen to Captain's orders?” Nat spoke up before you even got the chance. You nodded violently, looking back to Bucky who only sighed.

“You know very well why she can't go.” He muttered, fighting tooth and nail not to look at you again. You could sense his uncomfortability but you couldn't look away.

“She’s not going, then I’m not going.” Wanda sulked.

“Me too.” Sam mocked her tone. “Seriously, Buck. She’s a tank, we could use her.” He finished, more serious this time.

Bucky huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his flesh fingers. “You gotta take that up with Steve. He and I aren't really on the best of terms right now.” He spoke, annoyance dripping from the last sentence.

“Easy, I’ll take care of it.” Nat said to Bucky, but she sent a wink at you.

You were so excited you almost leaped from your seat. You couldn't wait to blow some shit up!

……………………………………….

The next morning you woke up extra early, just to get a jump on everything. Nat had fought with Steve all last night, but eventually he conceded on the sheer fact that if you were there, it would mean double the Wanda power. This was a big base, one he had known of for quite some time now, but it required extra attention. They had been working on recreating your serum, but so far to no avail. You knew exactly where they were going wrong of course. But Steve explained they had been testing it out of Hydra members. The lucky few who survived may not have your powers, but they were still strong. He’d need all the help he could get.

After you were packed you dragged your duffle to Shuri’s lab. She had been working on a few new weapons she wanted you to pack. Just in case, she said. You got there in no time flat, literally vibrating with excitement.

“You're sure about this?” She asked.

“Absolutely.” You beamed. She signed, and handed you a small ring.

“What's this?” You asked, holding the small band in your fingers.

“It’s a beacon. It will help you hold onto your borrowed energies for longer. It’s like a mini you, only better.” She paused, “Speaking of, are you going to tell me what's in that serum of yours or am I just going to have to keep guessing?”

“I think it’s better kept unsaid. That thing had already caused enough problems. No one should be burdened with it.”

“Maybe so.” She signed.

“Thank you Shuri. For everything.” You half heartedly smiled but before you could leave her arms were around you, pulling you into a hug. You sucked in a breath and tapped her on the back in reciprocation. Physically affection was never something you were good at showing, try as you may.

When you finally pulled away she sent you a soft smile, and wished you good luck on the mission before you headed out the door.

……………………..

“Nice of you to grace us with your presence.” Steve muttered, when you finally got to the jet when the rest of the team was loading up.

“It is, isn't it?” You spoke sweetly, throwing your duffle onto the jet. You still weren't really sure where you stood with Steve. Of course you knew of the famous Captain America, even if you didn't remember a few weeks ago. But never did you imagine he would be such a class act dick. Or maybe he was just that way with you? The idea made you smirk, knowing you were the only one to really piss off the Captain was honestly the highest form of flattery.

You boarded the jet and noticed the rest if the team already suited up. The tactical gear Shuri had made you was tight, and Natasha was living proof of that. I mean, it wasn't fair she had the body of a trained ballerina and New York supermodel. The woman was easily the most beautiful woman you had ever seen while your gear clung to you in all the least flattering ways.

You quickly shook off the self doubt. It didn't matter how you looked, you were here to kick some ass.

Well, not exactly.

That morning Steve had announced that while the rest of the team ‘kicked ass’ you and the Soviet spy would sneak into their mainframe and collect the data of whatever new evil scheme Hydra was working on.

Though you weren't thrilled to be stuck on recon duty, it was better than nothing. Besides, you were just a little rusty. Though Nat and Sam kept you busy and Wanda had taught you all her tricks, you weren't sure that if it came down to it you'd be able to pull the trigger.

Better safe than sorry.

“Are you nervous?” Bucky spoke under his breath, his voice deep and rough. You shivered at the sound. You hadn't realised until this moment that he was seated directly behind you.

“Are you?” You asked. You tried to add some bite to your words, but they left your lips softly. The tone seemed to surprise Bucky as much as it did you as he half expected to to tear his head off again.

“Sometimes. But, not now.”

“Oh yeah?” Words betraying you once again.

Ignore him.

Stop talking to him.

Stop. Talking.

Bucky's tongue slipped from between his lips, tugging on his bottom one slowly and effectively knocking you back from your annoying thought and to the glorious man sitting behind you.

“Yeah. Got this new girl on our side. She’s a totally badass. I know she’ll watch my six.” He shrugged causing a small smile to pull at the corner of your mouth.

“How do you know she won't just leave you for dead?” She asked, playing along. Part of you, however, was just a little curious. Part of you wanted to ask yourself the same question. In a second, would you protect the man who murdered Tommy? Honestly you weren't really sure.

“Just a feeling.” He spoke so casually. So sure, you wanted to believe him. It would be easy enough to feed him to Hydra, but you and him both knew you wouldn't have the stomach for it.

“Huh. You sound pretty confident in that.” You sneered sarcastically.

He just gave you a small shrug, leaning back into his seat and pulling his bluetooth earbuds out of his back pocket. He offered one to you casually. Before you could protest your arm shot out and took it, placing it in your right ear.

“I like to listen to music before a mission. It calms me.” He suggested, opening his phone, scrolling through his songs before the intro to Highway to Hell began playing.

A grin spread across your face “I love this song!” You beamed.

“I know. I remember you telling me something about spending an entire year listening to AC/DC cause’ your dad loved their music. I downloaded a few of their albums after that. Not exactly what I’m used to, but definitely good ass kicking music.” He nodded.

That stopped you dead in your tracks. You couldn't help the smile that faded quickly from your lips at his words. You were, to say the least, shocked. You must have mentioned your love for the band at some point, but honestly couldn't for the life of you remember when.

But he did. And he listened to it because you liked them.

“Huh.” You repeated, turning back around and trying to suppress the butterflies that began erupting out of your stomach. You could hear Bucky behind you drumming his hands on his thighs along to the song. You couldn't help but giggle at how offbeat he was.

“Take off in five minutes. Everyone ready?” Nat spoke through your coms. Everyone gave a thumb up as the jets engine whirled on, vibrating through the aircraft.

You listened carefully as your song faded away and the next one took its place.

Do I wanna know? If this feeling flows both ways?

You could physically feel Bucky’s mood shift behind you. The Super Soldier serum granting you access to his quickened heart beat and the lyrics mirrored the every present emotions you had been feeling this week.

Sad to see you go. Was sorta’ hopin’ that you’d stay.

You let your mind wander as you listened to Bucky hum along quietly to the song, low and soft. The sound sending chills down your spine as the memory of your dreams from the past few nights replayed over in your mind.

Baby, we both know. That the nights were mainly made For sayin' things that you can't say tomorrow day.

Bucky’s lips trailed along your swollen throat, the feeling of pleasure over bruises he had left behind caused you to moan in ecstasy. The way he kissed you, not like before. This time full of lust and something dark. His hands dipped under your shirt, the feeling of hot and cold sending you over the edge as your eyes rolled back in your head. You wanted nothing more than for him to throw you against a wall, any wall and tear you limb from limb.

“I like this song too.” Bucky’s breath fanned across the back of your ear, rocketing you back to the Jet that was beginning to take off. You looked around the small space, praying that Bucky was the only one to notice your breath hitch in the back of your throat.

Any reminisce of the idea that you had to stay away from Bucky shattered into a million pieces. The hate, still ever present, but you knew damn well that would be the best part. It only fueled your desire. He was going to be the death of you.

Or even better, you'd be the death of him...

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A/N: Gah! Thank you for reading! And thank you to @cutie1365 for being the best hype woman/ editor around lol. Leave a like or reblog if you wanna show some love. I hope yall’ are having a great week!

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Tossing your question right back at you, I'd love to hear your thoughts on what might have changed (or not changed) if Nie Dad had lived!

Ive been musing this all day, to be honest, i made the mistake of reading it right before getting up. Ooops. Im not as eloquent as you and i have a patchy memory of book canon events, this also touches a lot of hc. I do believe many things would change if dad-Nie had remained alive. As you said in my ask, nmj would be maybe less angry, more forgiving, more easygoing. One hc i have is that he became sect leader young, 15 at most, I also think nmj didnt go to CR to study, by the time he meet lxc he was already sect leader. Making friends was hard, but lwj is not the only stubborn lan. Another general hc i have is that the Nies have... trouble to be seen as equal to other cultivators, regardless of how strong or smart they are, they are not gentry, they are the descendants of a butcher, an unclean profession, so they are less. Maybe with dad-Nie alive nmj would not be forced to grow up so fast, maybe he still will have nice hobbies, maybe he can spent his free time indulging in art or music and maybe nhs would be a little more disciplined in saber practice. I do think nmj is the responsible and dedicated kind of person, having hobbies and friends will not deter him from his rigorous training. I confess im among in the bunch of people that believe he is dage for everyone... or at least of everyone that manages to get close to him. He doesnt baby people, but he indulges them and is very judgemental of their life choices, with dad-Nie alive, he doesnt have to fill the dad-mother-brother roll for nhs, he is just dage, i like to imagine him being a troll and he will be so shamelessly with nhs and his friends (nhs will be all “dage stop embarrasing me infront of my friends!) just because he can and this heirs are all so stuck up with very awful parents. Nmj trust easy, but once that trust is betrayed, well, we all know Jgy never got back that trust and things only got so patched up (skin deep) because of lxc and nmj wanting to believe it even if he didnt felt it. Maybe this time around, as dage had time to be a kid and a teen he can be more innocent, more inclined to second chances. O3r maybe he wont because that is just how he is regardless of his father. Ive seen countless takes of nmj being so much like his father... im a contrary person, i got this mean satisfaction in going against certain things, this is one of them (there is a bigger one, but that one is not relevant haha). I think nmj is more like mom side if the family, nhs is more like his father, both in appearance and temperament. Which may be a little weird to see dad-Nie like nhs considering the broken saber business, but part of me likes to think that nhs saw himself in his father and his eventual madness and that made him not want to have the same fate, forgoing saber training as much as dage let him get away with. I have a lot of thoughts on the saber-master thing the nies have, but this is getting far too long and i feel like im rambling about everything instead of answering the damn question. I imagine dad-Nie being alive means we can have a softer more relaxed nmj, still strong, still dedicated and dutiful (he is an heir, he cant be anything else), he is smart and resourceful, talented. Maybe this is why wrh takes notice of him eventually, maybe this time around nmj can get along with wen xu (another hc is that wen xu is older than nmj, there is a big age gap between wen xu and wen chao), maybe, like with wen zhuliu, nmj gets noticed by talent alone. I believe at some point wwx mentions that nmj is in the top 3 people he wouldnt want to mess with (besides that one part when he slaps nmj corpse abs in a very appreciative way), that kind of speaks of nmj talent and power. I do like the idea of a Qishan Wen and Qinghe Nie alliance a lot. I admit, im very biased, i often tell that other sect leaders are... not ideal. Everyone has their faults, yes, but in the grand scheme of things, jgs is an opportunist, he wont move unless he knows he can win (and he won only because jgy gave him the opportunity... just to be killed soon after), lqr is more of a scholar than a leader, even if he does a neat job managing the sect, lxc is a mediator, if there can be middle ground he will take it and be happy even if he is just postponing the inevitable (we see this in the 3zun dynamics a lot) and jfm is a conformist, he doesnt like conflict and will look away until the fire is too big to do anything about it. Maybe im being to mean, but this is they way i see it, feel free to politely disagree with me). Qishan had the numbers if not the talent, Qinghe had the talent, but not the numbers (another hc, the Nies are the newest of the great 5). An alliance between them sounds like a sweet deal to me. Maybe as you said, an alliance between this two could end up in a mostly everyone lives. Maybe Wen Qing can have a nice friend on Nmj (bonding over little brothers, maybe?) and nhs and Wen Ning can also have a nice friendship, be less lonely. Maybe as nmj grows into a man, wrh interest can shift, maybe this time nmj can allow himself to be a little more free to have something more with someone. Maybe with dad-Nie alive things can go a little happier, maybe dad-Nie will die in some other form and nmj would still be stuck as sect leader at a too young age, maybe this time wrh can be an ally instead of an enemy. Can you imagine it? wrh being friends with the late sect leader (only dad-Nie was bold enough to be honest, instead of giving blind praise and wrh appreciating that?) and offering help to the young heir, a few years later getting struck with the realization that the young boy grew up into a fine man (the “oh shit, he is hot” realization hehe). There are a lot of scenarios i would love to explore, but this is getting long, as my usual ramblings go, i need to cook tomorrow lunch and finish certain piece i need ready by tomorrow (fuck). Hopefully i didnt sidetrack too much, nor did i miss the point. Ugh. See! im not eloquent or well versed!

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Hiii! Since you’ve been blessing us with some juicy Ray content, I would like to request #17 with him. I just need something sad. Something along the lines of you being the love of his life and being together for years but being killed or severly injured as retaliation from some Mickey’s enemies? And everyone keeps saying that he can get past this but he keeps blaming himself and cannot get over it? Thank youuuuu!

ok, this has killed me on so many levels. first of all, thank you for sending this, i’ve been craving angst tonight and i know i promised i’d take all the requests in order but MY BRAIN SAW THIS AND RAN WITH IT UNTIL I HAD TO WRITE IT, i am sorry, i will get back to the schedule tomorrow (and thank you all for being so patient with me, i love you)

second, i am emotionally drained atm and i really hope you like it and it’s somewhere along the lines of what you’ve requested, babe! THANK YOU!

17. I can’t do this even though everyone says I can.

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Raymond feels suffocated. He looks up from his hands and it’s only now that he notices there are fresh flowers in the room. Colours are bursting through all shapes and sizes, taking over every single available surface and it enrages him. It’s only after two nurses have taken all the bouquets out and he’s opened the windows, that he can sit down again. His fingers graze the edge of the bed, afraid of touching the ashen forearm, wary of disturbing the IV sticking out of her wrist.

The smell of the lilies still lingers, mixing with the antiseptic, a sickly sweet smell that he’ll never be able to erase from his memory. He takes off his glasses and rubs at his eyes. Rosalind’s tried to get him to go home and get some sleep, begged him to take a shower or at least change his clothes, but three days later, he’s still wearing the same shirt that’s soaked in a thick stripe of blood. His hands shake every time he catches a glimpse of it, yet it fuels him with a rage that he’s never experienced in his entire life.

The door creaks open, and he hopes to fuck it’s not Mickey again or he’ll shoot him this time, as promised. The steps are too light though, as if used to boxing footwork, and Ray relaxes slightly. Coach’s hand pats him on the shoulder and he takes a sit on the other side of the bed.

“How is she feeling?” He speaks lowly, as if afraid he’ll wake her up, but Raymond knows that is impossible.

His eyes travel to her face, while he considers his friend’s question. The nasal cannula that’s replaced the oxygen mask highlights the cuts on her face and reveals the purple bruises on her neck. They’ve taken out the neck brace, but they’ve warned him that when she wakes up, she might not be able to talk for a long time. There’s a bullet hole in her abdomen, bandages wrapped around broken ribs, and he still wonders how there was only one shattered ankle, considering the state she was found in. He closes his eyes, straining against the guilt and shame – he wasn’t there even when Coach’s boys found her.

“The doctors said they’ll keep her sedated for now. They’re afraid she wouldn’t be able to handle the pain if she wakes up.” Raymond says.

His teeth clench around the words, while his brain floods with memories. He suddenly remembers the day he’s met her when she was just opening the bakery, the way her dress flowed in the summer breeze when he took her down to Cornwall and kissed her for the first time, her giggle when she was the first to tell him she loves him, as if it was the greatest secret in the universe. He remembers all the mornings when he’d wake up before her and watch her sleep, as the sun would shine on the tip of her nose, her laughter at him throwing her over his shoulder when he’d catch her in the kitchen, the way her head would always rest in his lap when he would be working during the weekend.

He remembers four nights ago when he’d finally asked her to marry him after nearly a decade of brushing his fingers through her hair every night. The ring is in his left pocket, burning a hole in his skin, after a nurse gave it to him before the surgery. Y/N’s eyes are closed now, but he can still see the tears in them when she whispered ‘yes’ over and over again.

“I can’t do this even though everyone says I can.” Ray’s words get stuck in his throat.

Coach sighs and takes off his glasses in order to rub them on his shirt. Ray watches his movements, not really registering them, but just giving himself something to do.

“I haven’t known you or Y/N for long, mate, but she’s a strong lass. She’ll come out of it. You just have to be there for her.”

Raymond’s brain snaps in that moment, and all the rage he’s been keeping bottled up spills out in a torrent of words he hasn’t uttered out loud ever since he first got the call.

“Coach, she’s been beaten and shot nearly to death. Do you understand this? She almost died because Mickey fucked up with those Russians and they came after us through her. She nearly died because I couldn’t sort Mickey’s shit out and they got to me through her. She didn’t choose this, she wasn’t a part of this like me or Mickey or even you are. We accepted the risks when we got into the business, we know how to deal with shit like this. She doesn’t. I was supposed to protect her from shit like this, keep her away from the line of fire, fucking not get her bloody involved in any way. I promised her nothing would ever happen to her. I promised her I will always be careful.”

Raymond doesn’t know when he started crying or when his voice turned so desperate. He feels helpless, hopeless, but most importantly useless. The woman he loves more than anything he’s ever loved in his entire existence is currently in a hospital bed in an induced comma because he didn’t do his job properly.

“Blaming yourself will not change her situation, Raymond. No one knew this would happen and the only way you could’ve prevented it is if you stayed by her side 24/7 and she would never have accepted that. She chose you.” Coach says and points a finger at Raymond. “She was aware of the shite you do and she still chose you. If you think she didn’t realise what it all entailed after all these years, then you’re a fucking idiot.” He stands up and with another pat on Ray’s shoulder, Coach walks towards the door. “She loves you. She would put up with every risk or danger if it means keeping you. And I’m not just talking out of my arse, mate, she told me herself.”

Later that night, after he’s slipped his hand under her fingers, Ray is drifting in and out of a fitful sleep. Coach’s words are mixing with flashes of her smile, the crinkles in the corners of her eyes, a wet bottom lip while pouting, a daisy stuck between strands of hair and a whispered promise on a late Sunday morning. And then, just as he remembers the time they first came up with their secret code, there it is – weakly and far in between, one, two, three taps of her index on his hand – I love you.

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myheartrevealedocs · 4 years

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Untouchable Ch 14- When You Left

Warnings: mentions of death, drugs, injuries, torture, and mental illness

Ch 13 | Ch 15

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“Lydia,” Hotch greeted as she rushed into the waiting room of a hospital.

“What do you know about his condition?” she demanded.

Hotch nodded for her to follow him farther back into the hospital. “He’s got a mild concussion from where the unsub knocked him out and his left foot is broken. Other than that, his injuries are purely psychological. I got the doctors to allow you to stay here for the night and I ordered the others to go to their hotel rooms and sleep. You should be able to stay with him for the next few hours.”

“Does the team know I’m here?”

He shrugged. “I didn’t think you’d want me to tell them the reason I called you.”

“And what is that reason?” she asked, slowing so that they could speak face to face.

Hotch looked at her sternly. “I know you’re a private person,” he began, “but I hope you don’t make it into a habit of keeping secrets from me, Lydia.”

Had Spencer told him? But he wouldn’t have. Or, if he did, he wouldn’t have blamed her for the secret. So perhaps, Hotch had just assumed. She’d expected that. “If there’s a secret here, it belongs to Spencer, not me.”

Upon hearing that, Hotch’s hostile stance calmed. “I can imagine it does. And I’d like to speak to him about it, but for right now, he needs to see you.”

She nodded. Now really wasn’t the time. “Take me to him.”

Hotch didn’t follow her in, just pointed to the room where he was located.

Spencer had a bandage on the left side of his head and a boot around his left foot. His eyes looked dark and sunken, his hair a matted mess. It was a version of him she’d never seen before. One she never thought she would see.

“Lydia!” Spencer cried as she opened the door. He looked so overwhelmed. She wished more than anything she could take him away from all this. “What are you doing here?”

“Hotch called me.” Lydia did all she could to hide the tears forming in her eyes and smile at him. “I think he’s onto us.”

Spencer didn’t respond to her tease. He glanced outside, likely noticing Hotch’s lingering presence. He was currently pulling out his phone, facing away from the couple.

“Looks like for the next little while we’ll be limping buddies!” She tried again to make him smile. At the very least, acknowledge that she was there.

Something very traumatic happened to Spencer. She could have known that without coming all this way. But Hotch, for some reason, thought her being there would help. And she felt helpless. He wasn’t okay. He was barely looking at her. Barely talking.

So, she pulled up one of the chairs, sat down next to him, and held his hand. Because all she could think to do was let him figure this out on his own. It’s what he was best at.

They were silent for most of the night. Eventually, Hotch disappeared, likely going to get some sleep himself before the team had to fly home.

Spencer spilled a few tears, but stayed quiet. Lydia would hum quietly beside him. She thought he might eventually fall asleep, but he didn’t. His mind was far away, too busy to sleep.

It wasn’t until morning was approaching and Lydia knew she had to go before the others got there, that he spoke.

“I shot him, Lydia.” His voice was a hoarse whisper. “I hate to even pull my gun out, and yet, I shot him.”

“And it’s a good thing you did,” she said. “Tobias was having you dig your own grave-”

“No,” he growled, startling Lydia. “Tobias was a good kid. He saved my life.”

“But he was dangerous.”

Her attempts to reassure him did the opposite. “It wasn’t him! It was his father. He didn’t deserve to die. And I killed him.”

Lydia blinked. Spencer had never seemed irrational to her. He might be upset sometimes, but he never got so angry he was blindsided. “Spence, where is this coming from?”

“I just would have thought that you, of all people, would have more respect for the mentally ill.”

The way he said it felt like he had embedded a dagger in her chest.

“Me of all…?”

“Yes! With everything that happened to your mom and then you! Tobias was a victim! Just like your mother. How would you feel if you found out I had shot your mother?”

He was twisting it.

“And I don’t know what was up with your dad, but no stable person loses custody over their kids, so there’s-”

“What the hell?” Lydia stood up quickly. “What has gotten into you?”

“Oh, did I strike a nerve, Lydia? Really?” He sat up, his IV pulling tightly against his arm. “You know, maybe if you stopped judging other people for their problems, you’d see you have a few of your own.”

She blinked, her face burning in shame and anger. No one had ever thrown her family back in her face so cruelly. Spencer was not like this… right?

“Why is this about me?” she asked, her voice shaking slightly as she tried to stop the burning in her nose and behind her eyes.

“You always show up too late, you know that? I needed you and now that I’m in a hospital bed, you finally show. Sonia had to have a stroke for you to visit your family. And you think Tobias deserved to die for his illness?”

It was all too much. Maybe she’d been wrong about Spencer. All this time, she never would have thought he had this in him.

“I’m leaving, Spencer.” She picked up her bag and threw it over her shoulder. “If you have anything else to add to your tirade, you can call me, okay?”

“Gotta leave before you hit someone you care about, hm?” he accused. “Gotta go be sad about your life and then not tell anyone about it, so that they think you’re normal?”

“Goodbye, Spencer,” she hissed.

Tears ran down her cheeks the minute she got out of the hospital, and for once, she paid no mind to them. Let other people see her cry. She didn’t need their good opinion anyway.

Maybe it was the look in his eyes as he said it, but out of all his accusations, only one stuck with her. I needed you and now that I’m in a hospital bed, you finally show. Something about it tormented her.

He had needed her. Maybe for longer than she thought. She’d been so focused on Sonia, she barely responded to him. And even before that, she’d up and left for California without even giving him a wave from across the lot.

Did she deserve his hatred for that?

~ ~ ~

Lydia didn’t respond to Hotch when he texted her the next morning. She didn’t call him back when he left her a voicemail saying that they were getting on the jet back to DC. She didn’t thank him for the flight back to California.

When Sonia and Beck asked if Spencer was alright, she replied with ‘he’s fine’ and went to bed. She didn’t need their sympathy. Maybe she didn’t want it after all that he had said to her.

And the following day, she said nothing about it, jumping right back into her old routine of taking the twins to school and doing her schoolwork.

After about a month, Sonia was cleared to drive again. She wouldn’t be back at her full health for a while, but her body was stronger than it had been in a while. The only real concern was ensuring that she kept track of her blood pressure so that she didn’t cause another stroke. And as soon as she got this news, she sent Lydia back to Virginia, insisting that she get her life back.

Lydia didn’t have the heart to tell her that at the moment, she never wanted to step into the BAU ever again. Almost a full year she spent with Spencer. Even more time bonding with the team as a whole. And when they were dating, he kept insisting that they hide their relationship, because he was scared she would break his heart.

She’d never even considered that he was capable of this. He hadn’t talked to her the entire month. Didn’t call, didn’t text, didn’t apologize. She had to wonder if perhaps it really was her fault. Maybe he was waiting for an apology from her. But if she was anything, she was stubborn. She’d entrusted so much of her family history to him and he threw it back in her face like trash. Like she was trash. That wasn’t right. Good people don’t do that, no matter how badly you messed up.

Hotch and Gideon both called her. Sometimes asking when she thought she’d be back to work on a case, other times checking in to see if she was doing alright. She didn’t bother answering them. She didn’t even tell them she was back in the city.

She tried to focus on her work, but even in her final semester, there wasn’t enough to do to keep the boredom away for long. A thought started to creep across her mind. Sooner or later, I’ll be out of a job with the FBI. I need to go back there or find another job.

Find another… There was no job that could ever be like the FBI. But as the thought crossed her mind, she realized that it wouldn’t be too hard for her to find work. She was still speaking to her professor about a job at the college. Suddenly, a lot of things were looking good about it.

She’d just spent a lot of time speaking to her father about rebuilding their relationship and learning more about her mother. As a teacher, she’d never miss a holiday with her family again. Rebecca wouldn’t hate her for eternity and Katie and Adam wouldn’t grow up without her. If Sonia’s condition got worse, she wouldn’t feel so far away.

With a heavy heart, she picked up her phone, calling up Hotch’s number. She hoped more than anything that he wouldn’t pick up. Hoped he was on a case, was busy, his phone had died, anything.

“Lydia?” His voice on the other side made her heart rate speed up unhelpfully. She wanted to think she didn’t miss the job, but she did. “How are you? We haven’t heard from you in a while.”

“Agent Hotchner,” she began, formally. “I’m officially resigning from the BAU as a forensic contractor. I’ll be in the office tomorrow night well after work hours to pick up my things and leave my badge. If there is anything you need or want me to do while there, please let me know before then. Otherwise, I’d really rather not have an encounter with any of the team members.”

“What? I- Lydia-”

“I thank you for this job and opportunity, Agent. It is one I’ll never forget.”

And then she hung up.

~ ~ ~

When the doors of the elevator opened, Lydia breathed a sigh of relief. The bullpen was dark and quiet. Hotch hadn’t told anyone she was coming, thank god.

Every step screamed at her to stop and reconsider, but then she remembered Reid screaming at her in her mind and a white, hot rage filled her again. She didn’t need this job. She didn’t need these friends. What she needed was to feel safe in a work environment.

She entered Hotch’s office (empty, surprisingly) and dropped her badge on his desk. Then, she walked down to her desk, eyes glued to the floor so as to not see anyone’s name plates or paperweights that might make her miss them. She brought in a box big enough to carry the few things on her desk: a photo of her and Beck, her name plate, some pens and pencils, and any documents that she needed to have with her in the future.

As she reached underneath her desk for her go bag, the lights flickered on above her and Hotch’s voice drifted from the doors of the office.

“Is there no way I can get you to reconsider?”

Lydia didn’t bother turning to look at him, throwing her bag over her shoulder and making sure that there was nothing left for her in the drawers of her desk. “I told you I didn’t want to speak to any of the team. That includes you.”

“What is it, Lydia?” he demanded, his voice growing closer as he approached. “Has something happened to make you feel unwelcome?”

“You’re the profiler,” she grumbled, picking up her cardboard box and finding herself face to face with her old unit chief. “Agent Hotchner-”

“Hotch, Lydia. Just Hotch.”

She swallowed, not wanting to use the old nickname and give off the impression that she could be convinced to stay. “I loved working for you. But I just… I need to learn when things are unhealthy for me. I did the FBI thing. Now I need to move on.”

His eyes landed on her belongings, looking at how little she had to pack up after working for them for a year and a half. “Keep in touch, yeah?”

Lydia shrugged, brushing him off. “You’ll probably see me working as a waitress or bartender somewhere nearby.” He gave her a stern look, prompting her to take back her snarky response. “Seriously, don’t worry. I can manage. I always have.”

“What do you want me to tell the others?” he asked, pointing to her now freshly clean desk.

“Whatever you want. Tell them I quit. Tell them you fired me… or you know, whatever you do to stop seeing a private contractor. Tell them I died in a fiery plane crash.” Finally, she stepped around him and marched off. “They won’t remember me in two months anyway.”

She didn’t think he’d be able to hear her comment, but as she was approaching the doors into the BAU lobby, he called out to her.

“Hey, Lydia?”

“Mhm?”

“That’s how you got this job,” he insisted. “You’re pretty unforgettable.”

She shook her head and let the door slam shut behind her.

~ ~ ~

Morgan was the first person to notice the next morning. He had his head propped up with one of his fists, distractedly checking his email and his eyes wandered to Lydia’s desk. His first thought was: I hope she’s doing okay…

She’s been in California a long time…

Doesn’t her picture frame normally sit there…

Wait, where’s all her stuff?

It was deeply startling to see that her desk was clean as a whistle. His eyes wandered around the room, to see if anyone else had noticed or if maybe her stuff had been moved elsewhere, but nothing else seemed out of the ordinary.

He wondered if he should ask the others. Maybe he hadn’t been paying attention and someone had put everything in her drawers to protect them while she was gone. Silently, he stood up, approaching the desk and opening one of the drawers. It was clean. He opened another. Also empty.

Emily caught his eye, her eyebrow raised as if to ask what he was doing, but he simply held up a finger and walked up to the catwalk to see Hotch.

He knocked softly on the doorframe before walking in.

“Hey, Hotch. I just noticed that Lydia’s desk has been cleared out. Did you move it for some reason, or…?”

Hotch had to clear his throat before answering. “Ambers came by last night to gather her things and make her official resignation from the BAU.”

“She what?” he demanded. “Hotch, you weren’t going to tell us that she resigned? What happened?”

“I wasn’t aware she was planning on it,” he admitted. “I spoke to her about it and she seemed pretty adamant that she wanted to be somewhere else.”

“Is she going back to California?”

“It didn’t sound like it. But that’s something you need to ask her.”

“Yeah, I will,” he snapped.

Stepping outside, Emily was already halfway up the catwalk to see what was going on. Morgan didn’t say anything, just dialed Lydia’s number and stood there, clearly upset.

“Hi, this is Lydia Ambers. Sorry that I missed you, but if it’s important, leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible. Thanks!”

“What the hell, Lydia? You disappear in the middle of a case for a month, you resign without warning, and now you’re not answering our calls? What happened to you, kiddo? I know you wouldn’t just drop off the face of the earth willingly… Call me back.”

As he returned his phone to his pocket, Emily waved a hand in front of him. “Hey, what’s going on? Lydia resigned?”

He nodded. “Hotch just told me. Cleaned out her desk last night when no one was here. Something’s not right about this picture.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” Emily mumbled. “She was so friendly. Has she ever disappeared like this before?”

“No. Lydia’s been working with us for so long now. She loved her job. Something happened. Something big.”

Spencer tried his best not to look like he was eavesdropping, but sat perfectly still so that he could hear as much of what Morgan and Emily were saying as possible. Lydia had resigned. She really had just left the BAU.

He knew he had acted stupid. So… so stupid. He went through these awful mood swings now, sometimes missing her so much he couldn’t stop his tears. Other times he was angry at her for leaving so soon… but maybe that was just his own stubbornness.

He never could convince himself to call her. To say anything to her, really. There weren’t words to express what he was going through right now. Not ones that she would accept, anyway.

He considered himself a murderer. A drug addict. He didn’t deserve her love even if he could gain it back.

Perhaps her leaving was good. He didn’t have to anxiously anticipate facing her again. But she didn’t deserve to lose the life she spent the last year making for herself because he couldn’t stop himself from being an asshole.

How long could this “I’m just having a hard time recovering” act go on for?

~ ~ ~

Not too long, it seemed.

Reid could feel Prentiss’s eyes on him for the next few days, trying to gauge his reaction to the news that Lydia was gone. Garcia too, but he didn’t see her around as often Emily.

As they set out for their next case, he tried to separate himself from her as best he could, but she seemed to want to do the opposite. And with all the stress of escaping her, he started making others suspicious.

First, he snapped at her on the jet, causing Hotch to insist they work together. Then, the station was loud, as the whole city was undergoing major constructional changes. Mapping out the area only kept him busy for so long and he found himself staring at it in order to prevent the others from bothering him. And then, of course, Gideon had to send him to a homeless shelter with-- you guessed it-- Emily.

He did his best to act natural, but every glance, comment, and movement from her was rubbing him the wrong way.

They located Angie, one of the administrators of the homeless shelter, as she handed out food. As she explained to them, how many people were tossed onto the streets as the construction workers tore down apartment buildings and homes, he started getting antsy. Impatient. This was supposed to be a quick interview.

Emily had started to compliment the woman when he lost his temper. “Well, thank god there are people like you who take the time-”

“Do you have a list of everyone who comes through here?”

Both the women looked startled at his interruption, but Angie was quick to comply. “Uh, we have a sign-in sheet, but we don’t force anyone to sign if they don’t want to. Some who do don’t even use their real names. ‘Elvis’ eats here a lot.”

“We would appreciate any lists you have,” Emily informed her.

“Why?”

“Have you noticed anyone who acts unusually aggressive towards the other residents?” he asked, ignoring her question, but she didn’t let up.

“What’s this about?”

“A series of murders in the area,” he responded quickly. “The perpetrator may be a homeless man. Maybe someone who stays here. He may even be in this room as we speak.”

Emily’s head snapped towards him. “Reid!” she hissed.

“Have you noticed anyone who acts paranoid or displays explosive, unprovoked bursts of violence, more than just pushing and shoving-- I mean, someone who really tries to harm others.”

Angie looked extremely overwhelmed. “There are territorial fights over food and places to sleep. The nurse treats people for minor injuries all the time, but no one’s seriously hurt.”

“If anyone does come to mind, give us a call. Thank you.” He handed her his business card, then left, not checking for Emily, who apparently, didn’t follow him.

He stood outside for a moment, watching the homeless pass to get inside. He shouldn’t have done that. It was rude. But he felt like crawling out of his own skin, just being on this case.

Not that he couldn’t have assumed she’d be angry, but the force with which Emily threw open the door as she left the shelter confirmed it.

“There’s a high presence of mental disorders with the homeless,” he noted, hoping to distract her from the issue.

“What the hell was that in there?”

“What?”

“‘He may even be in this room as we speak’?” she quoted. “We have nothing to support that!”

“We’re investigating a serial homicide. Should I have pretended there was no danger?”

“We just left that woman potentially afraid of every man who walks into this shelter!”

He crossed her arms. “Again, until we find this unsub, how is that a bad thing?”

Her face changed from one of confusion to one of disgust. “What is the matter with you?”

God damnit. “What do you mean, ‘what’s the matter with me’?”

“I’ve never seen you act like this.”

“Oh, really? Oh, in the months that you’ve known me, you’ve never seen me act this way?” he snarled. “Hey, no offense, Emily but you really don’t know what you’re talking about, do you?”

“Is this about Lydia?” she demanded. “About her disappearance-?”

“Don’t act like you think you know me!” he said again, his voice raising considerably. “You presumed a lot about me from the start and then you went and told Hotch things you didn’t understand.”

“Told Hotch-? I haven’t said anything to Hotch!”

“Oh yeah? Really, so his wish to discuss my relationship with another member formerly on this team was just out of curiosity? You didn’t perhaps tell the whole Bureau that Spencer had a schoolgirl crush on his friend just to laugh at me?”

“I never told anyone-”

“Whatever,” he interrupted once more. “She’s gone. And frankly, the Bureau didn’t need to waste the money on her anyway.”

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