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motheatenscarf · 7 days

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Man, I wish the DT characters all just sucked a little bit more. Like, as people, not as characters. They do suck as characters because they're bland and uninteresting. I just wish they didn't suck as attempts at creating believable people who need to kinda, well, suck, to be believable. At least a little. It's good and normal, even if it's an impulse to fight, you've gotta be at least a little bit selfish and possessive and vindictive, even if it's as small or harmless as being a gossipy bitch with friends or hesitating before saying goodbye because you want someone to stay.

I think that's why people got so horny and weird for Bakool Ja Ja. They suuuucked. They were a boring one-note villain with a woobified backstory that didn't fit with their goals, motives, or personality and then immediately did a 180 into Good Boy Wholesome Redemption, but like. They still had the air of "I will be helpful but in a menacing way, for a joke" aura of jerkass that is at least something for people to latch onto.

Koana's kinda smug and uptight but like. He never makes a wrong decision or has a belief he needs corrected. People like him because he's a pretty cat boy and that's fine, but like. The meat in that character is one of projection, fabrication, and extremely generous interpretation, the text of the narrative did not feed you. Bakool Ja Ja is never in the wrong and is Big Daddy Patriarch who knows how to solve all problems with the exact correct words and Wuk Lamat takes exactly after him and her only "flaw" is ignorance. And it's ignorance that doesn't even manifest in an interesting way with arrogance or entitlement or brattiness, it's just. "Oh, I didn't know that, but now I do, and knowing is half the" completely talking down to the audience with lore and background worldbuilding that should be set dressing but is being passed off as the main story and a character arc. And oh my god, the rant I could go on about Krile, who I constantly forgot was even there.

Like. At least Erenville kinda sucks. He's often callous and very casually says some unkind things but even he never feels like he has much venom behind any of it. Maybe it's the VA and the delivery, but none of the dialogue itself particularly stood out to me. "Crowning act of idiocy," and "cardinal sin of boring me" this is not. But at least his meager flaw and limp wristed half-effort of being a bitch hater actually ties into his character arc a little bit, with an interesting dynamic with his mother that explains his psychology if you're still able to use your brain and interpret things after being spoon fed for so much of the expansion.

I love the Scions, but they suuuck sometimes! Thancred is only kept from being the worst dad who didn't try to murder their kid because Forchenault and Lahabrea exist. Urianger is The Worst Friend, he will NOT stop lying to people and manipulating them for grand purposes they would have definitely agreed to had they known! Y'shtola is SO MEAN, even when she doesn't want or intend to be! Alisaie has never been calm a day in her life and Alphinaud is still wont to praise his own farts from time to time. Gestures at Estinien and Raha, well adjusted men DO NOT behave like that!

The only time I have seen a character without flaws work in this game is Aymeric, and he only works because he is the beacon of morality in the most corrupt city the setting has on offer! He stands out against the backdrop of Ishgard as this unyielding pillar of hope for people to cling to as they drag themselves out of the fucking dark ages. And guess what? Aymeric ONLY works as a character in Ishgard. I love him so much, but I'm so glad his use has been very limited since Heavensward. In Alliance meetings, he comes off as kind of a dumb rube now. Contrast is required.

Everyone in Tural is "good" and only ever does bad things out of misunderstanding or miscommunication, even the goblin slavemasters who give up their slaves once Big Daddy Patriarch told them that happy artisans make better crafts :) Every one of the lizard eugenicists changed their ways when the future big daddies came through and helped them grow crops that weren't bananas and suddenly they were happy and content. No one in authority moves out of greed or ego or pride except Zoraal Ja, and his motives are so poorly established that you don't even realize what they are until you're halfway through the trial where you kill him! And even then, he's one note, pure evil, no nuance, no fun, no humanity, no nothin!

Sphene is even given the excuse of being an unrelenting simulacrum programmed to maintain the system, but at least she manages to have some unearned humanity that could have been better established if they'd introduced her sooner and taken more time to develop her. But, uh, no, we had to spend half the expansion on making sure the team that did their research journey on cuisine and culture in Latin America didn't waste their dollars, so now we're getting a powerpoint presentation on what they learned. Which, speaking as an admittedly fifth-generation Mexican-American, only fifth-generation because the border itself moved, not my family, UH. I'm just gonna throw out there, is kinda more alienating than inclusive?

Doman culture was never treated like it needed this much time or explanation to make sense in MSQ. We got some side quests if we were curious, sure, but Ishgard, Ala Mhigo. We just got thrown into Thavnair and the only crash course we got was on the local economic troubles that were relevant to the ongoing plot and used to establish a character who we needed to be familiar with for a harrowing moment later on. We were trusted to be smart enough and worldly enough, or at least make use of the fact that anyone who can run a live-service game probably can open up a browser and google whatever word they don't recognize in a new fantastic equivalent of a real-world culture. The only time that ever happened was in the Azim Steppe, where the main thing you had to learn was how to participate in and win their contest to become Khan and that was offensive and everyone with a brain hated it!

Ugh. Tangent over, the point is, none of the flawless (derogatory) characters in DT contrast well with their setting except for Erenville, and even then, in any expansion but this one, he would have been an interesting but weaker addition. That's why people just kinda liked him in Endwalker. It was fun and interesting to see someone suspicious of and outwit the Sharlayan council by consciously allowing their information to get leaked. We'd gone to the highest authority on the island of scholars and been rejected, but a grunt laborer was smarter than any of them ran circles around them to get the Scions the help they needed. Comrade Erenville, I loved that moment, it was rad as hell.

I got NOTHING even half that interesting from Erenville in DT until the very end when he finally broke down about how infuriating it was that his own mother couldn't see how it was tearing him up inside that she was so cavalierly asking him to kill her by shutting down the towers. AND EVEN THEN, he had his breakdown, told her off, tried to be selfish, asserted what HE wanted, and he just got shut down for it because The Plot was happening, finally, just as we were having an interesting character moment. So he said "Well, no time for tears," killed his mom, and went right back to being a completely personality-less prop. And... no! He was a person for a minute there, dammit! You were THIS CLOSE! Bring him back!!!

AAAGH!!!

#Caitlin Plays FF14 #Caitlin Has Thoughts about DT do not get her started

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the-whispers-of-death · 4 months

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i feel like once everyone is on somewhat equal grounds again, the couch is either taken to mārītes room for when katie's over, or straight up thrown out and set on fire lol on account of bad for everyones backs.

i also feel like sylvester is the type of guy who can *never* fall asleep and is woken up really easily, and probably gets half of his sleep time from the couch cuz he happened to pass out there. so. better at least find a good one that *fits* their needs smh

((so if/when they argue, at least the couch wont break their damn backs))

... wait. bestiepop. i just had a thought. what if sylveater still kept the apartment in the city, for like storage reasons, so. when he just Really Needs To Be Alone And Away From Everyone he drives there. maybe its like a 2 hour drive. maybe hes the only one who has the keys to that place, cuz i dont think he ever gave stone a pair, cuz he never really lived there i dont think??? and maybe mārīte has them but it takes a solid while to dig them out from her room

i think i may be onto something. and that something is just. angst. augh.

stone, waking up on The Couch from a nap as mārīte leaves her room: ".. wheres your dad?"

mārīte: "went to clear his head"

stone: "where?"

mārīte: "i dunno, london, maybe? no clue. his phone's on silent by the way"

idk. just imagining sylvester who doesnt even remember why he was angry in the first place, laying on the ground in a dark, half-empty apartment. he left without his cane and the stairs just made it worse. he probably just straight up collapsed there from overdoing it.

imagining him just tuning out the entire world around him. if theres knocking on the door, he doesnt hear it. everything kinda hurts and hes almost seeing double.

imagining that as he fell, he also busted his head a bit on impact with either the floor or furniture. if only there was someone with the know-how to take a look at that. shame, really. guess thats as good a spot as any to just. take a nap. not like he has a choice. everythings a bit.. warm as well. warm and.. a little sticky. wonder why,,,

tldr need to put this old man in an early grave <3 /j

~ rusty

Stone: I have Sylvester and Mārīte microchipped.

Me: No the fuck you do not.

Don't worry, I don't think Stone would actually have them microchipped, he'd be too worried about the tracking software being hacked. But it's a little weird that he immediately thought that when I was reading this ask.

I need to use the spray bottle on him, smh.

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Warnings: Reader drugged by Malachai, Reader held captive, kidnapping

You smiled as you followed Sweet Pea and Fangs out of the Wyrm. You’d made your way down fairly late to give Jughead some paper work on something that he’d been looking into. You found it in an old abandoned library that was just outside of Riverdale. It stood alone and empty. You marked it off on a map for Jughead when you had dropped the papers down and promised that you would go and help them look at the files and books that were in there, still stacked on the shelves.

Sweet Pea and Fangs had offered to take you to catch the last bus and wait with you until it arrived. They both paused as several bikes and cars roared up the road. You had, at first, thought it was simply a few more Southside Serpents arriving at the Wyrm but someone behind the three of you shouted ‘Ghoulies!’ and the people in the Wyrm flooded out to see what was going on. Sweet Pea pulled you behind him, trying to block you from view as several people got out of the cars. Your heart was pounding. You didn’t listen to what was being said, you looked around to see the reaction of the people crowded behind you. Toni was pushing her way through, Cheryl close behind, the two of them parting the crowd for FP and Jughead. Sweet Pea moved to let them pass and then they were in front of you. It had taken a second for Sweet Pea to move and Jughead to stand where he had stood. But that was all the man, pacing back and forth, waving a bat with nails around needed.

“Well. Why don’t we just settle it then.”

“You’re really going to try and fight us here on our turf Malachai? It wont go well for you.” Jughead warned. Several hermes of agreement sounded from behind you.

“No. No. No. Give me them and all our fights, quarrels, beefs. Done. Clean slate. One our side at least.” Malachai said. He had pointed past Jughead when he spoke. Jughead turned, realising that he was pointing at you.

“No. They’re not one of us. Even if they were I wouldn’t agree to that.” Jughead snapped. Cheryl, Fangs, Toni and Sweet Pea closed in on you. A few older Serpents gathered closer around them.

“Well. I guess we will fight then!” Malachai said with a dramatic sigh. Suddenly something on fire flew through the air. It smashed on the ground and blueish orange licks of flame spread as eagerly across the floor as a spilled cup of water.

“I’m getting us out of here.” Toni said as she grabbed your arm, then Cheryl’s and headed to her bike. Sweet Pea hesitated and followed the group. He hosted you onto the back of his back and told you to hold on as you hurried away, Toni using her bike to interfere with the Ghoulies that followed.

After the incident you stayed away from the southside and they Wyrm. You had asked Toni to tell the others that it wasn't because of them but she had held up her hand and assured you that being demanded as payment by the leader of a gang was a good enough excuse to not hang around the Serpents on the southside. Betty and Veronica had agreed. Cheryl had said that had she had her bow with her, she would have shot him for you on the grounds of having the audacity to even ask. You had thanked her and that had been the last anyone spoke about it. In fact a month passed and no one saw or heard anything from Malachai.

“Jughead’s worried about it.” Betty muttered. She stabbed at the milkshake in front of her. You had met with her and Archie at Pop’s to catch up and talk about moving the files from the abandoned library to the Cooper house.

“Isn’t it a good thing? I mean, Malachai isn’t good news so him not being around can’t be bad. Right?” Archie asked.

“Jug is worried that it means they’re building up to something.” Betty muttered. You had been sipping at your milkshake. You still remembered the look on Malachai’s face as he pointed at you. It made a cold unpleasant tingle rush up your back and to your ears, making you squeamish and shiver.

“I hope he stays away for good.” You muttered. Betty nodded and glanced your way.

“I’m sure we won't be bothered by them. Oh, my mom picked up some of the information on the abandoned library. Blueprints, deeds to who owns it. She found a legal document on who can access the stuff inside. She was talking with an old lawyer friend this morning. I can drop by later and pick you up. Mom said she spoke with your dad and he said it was fine for you to stay over.” Betty said excitedly. She had been dying to get her hands on the blueprints.

“Great! I have to run home, do some errands and things but I should be home and done with everything by three.” You offered. Betty beamed happily at you, the thrill of a new mystery pushing any worry about what Jughead had said from her mind. You finished your lunch and waved to Pop’s as you left Betty and Archie at the booth.

As you walked home you paused. Something in your gut told you to cut through the alleyway that the old candy shop was on. As you passed by the shop you waved at the man who ran it. He was alway eager to see you, Betty and Veronica as Veronica would stock up a month at a time and practically buy the shop out. New cameras had been installed on the building due to it being in the alleyway. It wasn’t really an alleyway. It was a small road that could fit one car at a time down it with a narrow pathway that forced pedestrians to walk single file down it. There had been other shops but they had been abandoned for years. You hurried through the allway and out onto the road. Your were only fifteen minutes from home now. You thought to yourself a little cheerfully.

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Betty frowned as she knocked on your door and your flustered mother opened it. “Betty, is she with you?”

“Who? (Y/N)? No, she walked home from Pop’s hours ago. My phone died… what happened?” Betty asked. She was beckoned into the house and froze. Her mother and Fred Andrews were sitting on the sofa together. Your father was sitting in one of the armchairs by the window with his head in his hands.

“Do you think that (Y/N) would have gone to the Wyrm?” Fred asked calmly.

“No. She said she didn’t want to go down there anymore. She asked Toni to apologise. But everyone understood. That was over a month ago. There is no way she would have gone down without letting me or Archie know.” Betty insisted.

“She should have been home hours ago!” Your mother said. She was pacing the hallway. Alice motioned for Betty to take a seat and went to comfort her.

“If I can charge my phone I’ll check and see if she called. I can call the others to and check if shes with them?” Betty offered. A charge was handed to Betty and she was filled in on the list of people that had been called. The only people left were Archie, Jughead, FP and Toni but Cheryl had promised to send a message to Toni when they called her ten minutes ago. Betty decided to call just to be sure.

“Toni?” She said nervously.

“Cheryl said no one could find (Y/N)? I told Sweet Pea and Fangs, we’ve been looking on the Southside for her. Did you find her?” Toni asked.

“No. Actually I was calling you for an update. Have you let Jughead know?” Betty asked. She could hear Sweet Pea and Fangs bickering in the background.

“I left a message but he had to go with FP. Some Ghoulies were causing problems across town.” Toni explained quickly. Betty hung up with a promise to text once she got hold of Jughead and filled Fred and your father in on the fact that people were already searching the Southside. Archie arrived a few minutes later and Fred asked him to get a group together to look for you on the Northside. It took Betty a few rings but Jughead picked up on the fifth ring.

“Betty, are you ok?” He asked.

“(Y/N) is missing.” Betty said in almost a whisper. As if, if she only whispered it, it wouldn’t be true and you’d come through the door and fret about everyone making such a fuss.

“When did anyone last see her?” Jughead asked in a rushed ramble.

“Lunch time today. At Pop’s. She told me and Archie that she had errands and walked home. She said she’d be home by three.” Betty explained.

“It’s almost half four now. Are you sure she didn't just run late?” Jughead asked.

“No. Her parents checked when she didn’t come home. She didn’t stop at one place on her to-do list today and she said she would meet me at hers so we could go to my place.” She explained. Jughead sighed. She could hear him filling in FP.

“Dad says we’ll stop by yours to check if she'd be waiting for you there and come over to help.” Then he hung up, leaving Betty in the kitchen with your father looking at her hopefully. She shook her head and his face fell.

FP and Jughead arrived forty minutes later. They had checked the Cooper house and Fred’s house with no luck. They had even dropped by the school to see if you’d gone there.

“Can we call the police now? Or do we have to wait?” Your father asked.

“Call them. We know (Y/N), her schedule is like clockwork, she isn’t a flight risk. When she and Betty went to help get Cheryl out of that awful place with the nuns she left me a note to let me know. She is reliable and has a regular routine and this is way out of the ordinary. We should report it now.” Alice said quickly. No one disagreed with her and soon Kevin was round with his father. Veronica showed up not long after.

“Daddy had nothing to do with this. I made sure. Mom’s convincing him to put up a reward for her return if she’s still missing tomorrow.” Veronica whispered to Betty.

“Maybe we should go and retrace her steps while it’s still light?” Jughead said as he came over. Betty agreed but Veronica hesitated.

“Mrs (Y/L/N), Mr (Y/L/N). Would it be alright if I used your computer? I could make some missing flyers and join Archie and the bulldogs, maybe post them around town and hand them out?” Veronica asked. Your mother thanked her and showed her to the computer.

Betty and Jughead left, driving to Pop’s and filling him in. He told them he had security tapes and that he would get them. Jughead said they’d be back once they’d figured out where you’d walked. Betty pointed him in the direction that she’d seen you go from Pop’s car park. Jughead marked off the cameras they passed and made sure to jot down the houses or building numbers so that they could go back and ask for their cameras. As they passed by the alleyway, following the usual way that they came, the old sweet shop man walked past on his way home.

“Miss Cooper! Master Jughead. Fancy seeing three of you in one day. Do tell Miss Lodge I have the sweets she ordered for her. I tried to tell (Y/N) when I saw her this afternoon but by the time I made my way outside to catch her, she’d vanished.” He said. He was leaning weakly on his walking stick. He frowned when Betty and Jughead exchanged confused looks.

“(Y/N)? She passed by your shop?” Jughead asked.

“Oh yes. She waved as she went by. I’m afraid I’m not as fast as I was in my youth so I suppose she turned the corner by the time I had got to the door.” He said kindly.

“Do you know exactly what time it was that she passed by? (Y/N) didn’t make it home and we’re just trying to find out where she went.” Betty asked gently. The old man looked shocked and tapped his walking stick hard on the ground. It made a low tap that echoed around.

“My goodness. Well let me see. It must have been quarter to one. Or around then. You know. Miss Lodge and her mother helped me get some security cameras installed after my shop was robbed last year. Now I know how to turn them on and save the video from the day. If you two think you can figure out how to rewatch the tapes, then you’re welcome to. That should tell you exactly when she passed by.” He said slowly. Not in a rude way, but in a slow way that told them both he really didn’t understand how the cameras worked and he hoped he could help. Betty took the man's free arm in hers and helped him back towards the shop, Jughead took the keys and unlocked it for him.

He led them to a large back room filled with boxes of sweets and then showed them the camera equitpent.

“This looked like a new version of what Pop’s has. It shouldn’t be too hard to figure out.” Jughead muttered as he took a seat on a large box.

“Good. It’ll be some help then.” The man said, looking relieved. Betty gestured to Jughead that she’d speak to the old man to find out what happened. He filled her in, only confirming that she passed by. Jughead called for her a few minutes later.

“Here. He’s right twelve fourty three she walks past, waves at him and then keeps going. He has another camera that shows her going to the end of the allway but that’s all.” Jughead said as he showed her the video.

“No it isn’t. Jug look. In the bush there. Then right in the corner.” Betty pointed out a dark shape that Jughead had dismissed as leaves. Then he let the video play to the point that Betty said something was in the corner. “Just there. Someone comes up behind her! You can only see their legs but look!”

“I see it. We should look and see if they were lurking around any other days.” Jughead muttered. Betty went back out to the front of the shop to ask if anyone else had been into the shop over the last few days.

“There was an odd twitchy fellow. I thought he might be one of those um… you know Southside Snakes or… oh I’m not sure what they’re called. But he didn’t have the picture that the nice tall young man that came in with (Y/N) a few weeks ago had on his jacket. He did have a skull on the arm of his jacket, in a circle. I think.” He said. Betty thanked him and rushed to the back to tell Jughead but he was already staring down the person the old man had described.

“This guy. Works for Malachai. As in second in command.” Jughead muttered to Betty.

“Can you print it off? We’ll ask people if they’ve seen him.” She asked him.

“Betty. We thought it was weird that Malachai and this guy weren’t causing trouble today. Dad said it was big. They were trying to get new turf. Everytime Malachai does something like that he’s there.” Jughead explained.

“We have to get back and tell everyone.” Betty said as she called her mom to fill her in.

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The Wyrm was in full swing. FP had called a meeting a few hours ago but Sweet Pea was sitting alone at the bar staring at the drink Toni had set in front of him. “Sweet Pea, you can’t blame yourself. You didn't know he was there. Or that he was going to ask for (Y/N). You tried to hide her behind you. I saw, Cheryl saw. Plenty of other people saw. This isn’t your fault.” Toni insisted.

“It is. I was the one that liked her hanging around. Jughead asked me to pick up that stuff from her and I invited her down. If I hadn’t… They’ve probably killed her.” He said and leaned his elbows on the bar, his head falling into his hands.

“If you said that again I’m going to hit you.” Toni warned.

“It’s been over twenty four hours since she was taken. What are we supposed to think?” He snapped and frowned at her.

“That (Y/N) is smart enough to survive and escape.” Toni said quickly and gave him an equally withering glare.

“Ok. Listen up. I’ve called this meeting because a good friend of ours has gone missing. You all know (Y/N). You know her family. They’ve helped a few of us out of hard times. They looked after Jug for me. But now we know a Ghoulie has taken her, right off the streets. We need to start looking, start helping. I mean all of us. I know a few of you have been helping search but it’s time we get our hands a little dirty. Now this is going to cause some trouble between us and the Ghoulies. So we’re going to vote on it.” FP said.

“Everyone for finding (Y/N) and beating the crap out of some Ghoulies?” Jughead said as she got on the small stage next to his dad. He looked as rough as Sweet Pea felt. His hand went up, Fangs from across the room did the same, Toni as well. Betty and her mother were near the front and they voted the same way. Several people didn’t put their hands up but between Toni and Sweet Pea they sent several nasty looks their way and their hands went up.

“Majority says the serpents help.” FP said.

“She isn’t one of us!” Someone shouted from the back.

“That is true. But she was helping a Southside Serpent when Malachai saw her. We have evidence now that he was stalking her. Sometimes on your own turf. She should be an honorary member.” Alice said loudly. Several people agreed. Toni and Sweet Pea’s voices drowned out anyone who disagreed.

“Alright. We make her an honorary member? Let’s vote then.” FP said. His hand shot up, so did Jughead’s. In fact, several people’s hands went up, more than Sweet Pea expected. “Let’s get the word out that (Y/N) is one of us now and let’s get our hands on those Ghoulies who think they can come into our Southside and take our friends, our allies and our members and remind them what happens when they try it!” FP shouted. There was a roar of agreement and people started to leave. A few stopped to ask Betty, Jughead and FP what they should do.

“Fangs. Do you want to go back out and search?” Sweet Pea asked. Fangs agreed and the two of them headed off to search around Pop’s for more clues. Sweet Pea had been there when they searched the spot you’d been taken from. They had found your smashed phone, your wallet. Keys. A scrap of fabric from your jacket. Up until then it was easy to pretend that you were just messing around or you’d needed a moment and skipped town but forgot to tell anyone. He knew in his gut whatever had happened wasn’t good. The old sweet shop man had given him a bag of the sweets he’d get when you dragged him up there. If they got you back he wouldn’t complain. You could drag him round the world twice and he wouldn’t say a word.

“I miss her.” He said quietly. Fangs sniffed as he looked away from the path and looked at Sweet Pea, unsure if he was talking to him.

“I know Pea. But we’ll find her!” Fangs insisted.

“What if we don’t. She told me that she wanted to learn self defence and she was thinking about Reggie. I was so pissed she wouldn’t ask me that she didn’t learn. She said three weeks ago it felt like someone was watching her. I should have done something!” Sweet Pea whineed.

“Well. Toni taught her how to break someone's nose and how were either of you supposed to know that someone was actually watching?” Fangs pointed out. Sweet Pea when quiet. “I think you’re just determined to blame yourself because you like (Y/N).” Fangs grinned when Sweet Pea glared at him. He didn’t get a chance to say anything back as his phone rang.

“Toni?” He said as he glanced at his phone to see who was calling and answered.

“(Y/N)’s jacket was in the woods. The cops were called and they made an area we can’t go but FP got the go ahead for us to search the woods around it for anything else.” Toni explained. Sweet Pea hung up and he ran with Fangs to their bikes. The search through the woods turned up very little. Your torn jacket, your left shoe and a bracelet that Veronica had given you that she insisted must have been taken off on purpose as it had to be twisted off and the bracelet wasn’t damaged. It was almost dawn when someone called FP to say they had caught the Ghoulie that they were looking for and they weren’t talking. Sweet Pea demanded he go with FP and Jughead. He and Fangs were told to go but behave.

The Ghoulie looked like he had been roughed up a few times over before they had arrived. FP emptied the room leaving the four of them.

“Where’s (Y/N)?” Jughead asked.

“Home with her new family.” The Ghoulie taunted.

“Where.” FP said. His voice sounded low and dangerous. It made Sweet Pea glance at him nervously.

“It’s not your problem anymore. Besides, Even if you do find her, Malachai made sure she’d come crawling back.”

“How?” Jughead snapped. Sweet Pea’s mind was reeling with all the things that Malachai could be doing to you. He hadn’t let himself think of it and when your parents had asked him for any idea what could be happening he lied and said no.

“Malachai got her to sing a little Christmas tune. A little jingle…” He was cut off by Sweet Pea’s fist colliding with his face. Sweet Pea, having not realised he’s cleared the room in a blind rage and dragged Jughead with him, reeled back to throw another punch but found Fangs hanging off his arm. Jughead and FP wrestled him out of the room.

“Let me back in there! I’ll kill him!” Sweet Pea snapped.

“Kid listen to me. You do that we won't know where she is. (Y/N) isn’t one to go down easy, you know that she’s clocked you a few times. You two get out there, find where they’re taking the jingle jangle, find her.” FP suggested. Sweet Pea nodded and left with Fangs. “You think they’ll find her that way?” Jughead asked.

“Probably not but he needs something to do before he kills someone. You should go and check in with Betty. She had Alice have been tracking down anyone who interacted with (Y/N) in the last month.” FP said firmly and motioned to some older Serpents.

“No I want to help here!” Jughead complained.

“Son. You end up in jail over her and your friend is going to be pissed. Just get out there and help someone. Keep Sweet Pea calm.” FP insisted and shoved Jughead towards the door.

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Half an hour passed. That was all the time FP needed. Everyone had gathered to eat and check in on Betty’s map of Riverdale. There wasn’t much ground left to search but she refused to leave a stone unturned. Lunch was being given out to everyone who gathered and it had been interrupted by Jughead putting FP on speaker phone.

“We have a rough area. Dead centre of Ghoulie territory but we know the building block she should be in. Malachai has been keeping her alive.”

Sweet Pea was on his feet and heading to the door before your parents even registered that they might get you back in a few hours. Fangs was hot on Sweet Pea’s heels. The bulldogs followed them, then Archie and Fred, Betty and her mom started organising people into groups and warning them to stay safe. Kevin and his father hurried to get in front of the group so it would look like everyone followed him. Your father hurried to get into Fred’s truck and Betty hurried to her car, Veronica, Toni and Cheryl piled in.

When they arrived there was already chaos and they were quick to hurry in and help. They rushed to the first building but were stopped by Sweet Pea.

“We checked there, those two over there need doing, me and Fangs are going this way.” He yelled over the sounds of fighting. Sweet Pea didn’t wait to see if they would do what he suggested. He ran towards the next building and burst through the door. The first room was a run down living room that smelled so bad he gagged. Two strung out Ghoulies were sleeping on the sofa. The TV played static as he passed through. The next room had five people also all asleep. They were gathered round a kitchen table, that and a fridge with no door was the only piece of furniture in the grimy room.

The next door was locked. Sweet Pea motioned for Fangs to keep watch of the people at the table and kicked at the door. It took two kicks to cave in. The room was dark. He fumbled around for a light but found a hole where the light switch should have been. There was a wiper in the room. When Fangs tossed him a small torch Sweet Pea realised it was the cleanest room in the house. He ran the torch over the room and found a lump in the corner, shivering weakly.

“(Y/N)?” He said hopefully.

“Go away.” The voice was a whisper. It was broken and trembling but it was yours. Carefully making his way closer to you he realised your hands and legs were tied. He pulled out his switchblade to cut you loose but as you started you fought him and he nicked your hand.

“It’s me! It’s me. It’s Sweet Pea! It’s Pea!” He rambled hoping that you’d stop fighting him so you didn’t wake the people in the other room.

“Pea?” You said weakly and seemed to relax. He cut you free from the rope, hoisting you into his arms. You were cold and grimy, your face had red marks on it. You looked like you couldn’t focus on anything if you tried. He stepped on a Jingle Jangle packed and tried not to think about how much Malachai must have given you.

“Fangs I have her.” Sweet Pea said quietly as he cradled you in his arms and let you sob against his shoulder. Fangs paused and stared at you then grinned.

“Then let's get the hell out of here!” Fangs said as he led the way out. As soon as he cleared the building Sweet Pea was running to the closet car, Fred’s truck.

“WE GOT HER!” Fangs practically screamed. Everyone stopped for a second and watched as Sweet Pea ran to Fred’s car and got in bed of the truck. Then the brawl exploded again. Archie ran to the truck and got in, starting it as he sped away. Jughead ran after them and hopped in the back with you and Sweet Pea. Swarms of Southside Serpents hurried to help FP as Betty, Toni and Cheryl hurried to her car and followed them towards the hospital.

“This isn’t over!” Malachai screamed as the truck pulled away. “That one is mine you fucking snakes! Mine! We’ll be back for that one!” Malachai yelled until Fred punched him and knocked him out.

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“How is she?” FP asked much later. His face was swollen and bloodied but he declined a nurse’s insistence that he needed to be checked.

“Ok. The most damage was done by the restraints and her fighting to get away. They have her on a drip to help with the jingle jangle. The doctors think she’ll be fine to go home in two weeks but will need a few more, maybe a month after to physically recover.” Alice explained. She and FP headed to your hospital room. Sweet Pea was sitting next to your bed, His hand was gripped so tightly in yours it was a wonder that you didn’t crush his hand. Your mother was on your other side, reading quietly to you. Jughead and Archie stood either side of the door like guards and stopped Alice and FP when they tried to come in, before realising who it was.

Your father thanked them when they came in.

“It’s… it was nothing.” FP said.

“It was everything for us. The young man hasn’t left her side.” Your father muttered and gestured at Sweet Pea.

“Ah well. They’re pretty close. I’m guessing these two have been on watch all night?” FP asked as he gestured at Jughead and Sweet Pea.

“They only came by an hour ago. Veronica, Toni and Cheryl Blossom were guarding the door before that. They can be quite intimidating.” Your father admitted. Alice excused herself to speak to your mother.

“You know the doctor said you have to sleep.” Sweet Pea whispered to you.

“I can’t sleep.” You insisted. Your eyes were heavy and kept falling shut. Sweet Pea smiled as you tried to fight exhaustion.

“I think you’re too tired to decide on that.” Sweet Pea muttered as he shifted in his sleep. “I have some sweets for you. From the sweet place. I left them in my bike though and they might have melted a little and got stuck together.”

“I don’t mind.” You said and yawned which made his chuckle.

“Oh and Pop’s is sending you free meals until you get better. He came by when you were asleep. Closed Pop’s during the lunch rush and everything. He had an argument with the hospital chef. So now he’s bringing you three meals a day.” Sweet Pea smiled when you laughed a little at that and your eyes finally slid shut.

“I’m still not sleeping.” You said with a tired whine to your voice. “I just can’t keep my eyes open.” You were asleep seconds later.

“Jug. A word.” FP said as your father finished chatting with him and went to join your mother and Alice. Jughead stepped away from the door. “We had a meeting when we got back. We’ve decided that making (Y/N) a temporary Serpent isn’t going to work.” FP muttered.

“But what if that’s the only thing that keeps them from attacking her again! Dad next time we might not get her back and you heard what Malachai said!” Jughead hissed out in a strained voice.

“I’m aware. Which is why we took a vote. She’s now considered an honorary member. Some people said that she should have to do the tests to get in. But Toni hit them in the face and started yelling who else wants to get her friend killed and everyone else agreed that she should be an honorary member. As far as we’re concerned she's one of us. Toni’s getting her jacket made.” FP explained. Jughead looked a little relieved and went over to Sweet Pea to tell him the news.

“Will that be enough to stop him?” Archie asked FP as FP joined him guarding the door.

“It’s the most I can do for now.” FP answered. He watched Sweet Pea smile in relief and give Jughead an awkward hug as even in your sleep you had a firm squeeze on his hand.

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julek · 3 years

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for @greyduckgreygoose, my beloved <3 | read on ao3

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Jaskier was oddly quiet.

It was an unforgiving summer afternoon, the sun burning bright in the sky as they walked together on the dry roads. Roach followed close behind them — mindful of the heat, Geralt had dismounted as soon as he was able — and stomped her feet in displeasure every time they had to abandon the cool shadow of the trees, following the forks in the road that lead to Cleves.

They had spent the night in Maribor, after Jaskier had sung his voice out in the marketplace’s small summer festival. They’d drunk cool beer and eaten sweet pastries, tumbling into bed at an ungodly hour and rising with the sun. Geralt, for once, had actually enjoyed himself — being able to accompany Jaskier on his many outings had long since become routine, but seeing him in his element, lute in hand and winning smile on his face, was still enough to make Geralt’s chest swell with pride, knowing he was the only one who would hold his hand at the end of the night, and take him home.

Now, as they moved on through the deserted road, Geralt became suddenly too aware of how quiet it all was — apart from the fresh air running through the trees, there was no humming, no half-lines being sung. It was… suspicious. He looked to his left and found Jaskier fidgeting with the strap of his lute, mindlessly watching the thick foliage of the trees they passed by.

Against all demands of decency and decorum, Jaskier’s chemise was unbuttoned to the navel, tucked into his breeches in a half-hearted attempt to keep it from sliding off his back. He’d pushed his hair back in the early morning — as he was wont to do when the heat became unbearable — but by now a few wayward strands were falling on his face, matted with sweat. His chest was an inviting sight, one that always seemed to take Geralt by surprise, the swell of his muscles and the thick hair that covered it making his breath catch in his throat. He was walking a bit slower than usual, adjusting the waistband of his breeches from time to time — Geralt had simply shrugged it off as still being exhausted from the night before. Now, he wasn’t so sure.

“Jask.”

He turned around. “Hmm?”

“You’re being quiet,” Geralt observed. “Last time you were being this quiet it was a curse.”

“Not cursed,” Jaskier replied, biting his lower lip. “Though it is sweet to know you care.”

Geralt hummed. “Then?��

Looking at Geralt, his head tilted, he smiled, snapping his lute strap into place. “Just thinking.”

There was a row of low-hanging trees on the edge of the path, and they passed underneath them to enjoy the cool shadow, if only for a few moments. Geralt was about to speak when a soft breeze wafted through the air, and made him stop dead in his tracks.

That scent. Sweet like ripe fruit and sharp like the spices at the marketstalls — lust and desire and need, all in one. Not covered in scented oils, not masked by perfumes and rosewater — just pure Jaskier, sweaty and unwashed and wanton.

Geralt looked at Jaskier again, and the bard must have seen the way his nostrils flared because suddenly his cheeks were pink and his lips were swollen, bitten and cherry red. Geralt stepped closer, Roach’s reins slipping from his fingers, and just breathed in. He could feel himself giving into it, desire pooling low on his belly, just by thinking about taking Jaskier like that, sheltered by the trees and surrounded by nothing but their own skin.

“Jaskier,” Geralt breathed, his voice rough. “Here?”

Jaskier licked his lips, and his voice was already a wreck as he whispered, “Yeah.”

His back hit a tree as their lips crashed with an unbidden sense of urgency, Geralt’s hands reaching for as much skin as he could touch. Jaskier gave as good as he got, sucking bruises he knew would fade soon on Geralt’s jaw, his neck, his ear.

“What’s got you so worked up?” Geralt panted against Jaskier’s collarbone when they parted, fingers stroking the soft skin of his belly, just above his waistband. “Could swear you were pretty dead to the world this morning.”

Jaskier scoffed a laugh, pressing kisses to Geralt’s face, uncaring of the heat. “I may have a surprise for you.”

Geralt pulled back to look at him, a small frown knitting his brows. His thumb was dangerously close to the pretty knot that tied Jaskier’s breeches together. “And what would that be?”

“Can’t tell you.” Jaskier’s grin was wicked. “Guess you’ll have to find it.”

Groaning, Geralt stole a quick kiss, making Jaskier laugh. He linked their hands together and walked deeper into the forest — they’d had too many a close call, pleasuring each other on the side of the road — and whistled for Roach to follow.

“Tell her to stay back!” Jaskier whisper-shouted, looking at Roach walking toward them. “I don’t want her—”

“Seeing us?”

“Yes, Witcher, seeing us. She’ll be scarred for life.”

Geralt snorted, but motioned for Roach to move along a line of trees. “There.”

“Good,” Jaskier purred. “Now, where were we?”

Almost tearing the fabric, Geralt took Jaskier’s chemise off his back. He needed to feel his skin, have no layers between them — with quick movements, Jaskier divested him of his armor, deft fingers making fast work of the buckles holding the plates together. Their lips met again and again, a vicious hunger running through their veins, demanding to be sated.

Pinned between Geralt and the trunk of a sturdy tree, Jaskier arched under the bruising kisses being sucked into his skin. Geralt caught his hands just before they moved to the laces of his breeches and placed them above his head, taking control. Jaskier shuddered.

“If you’re gonna tease me,” he rasped, “at least take your clothes off. Put on a proper show.”

Geralt hummed. “You’d enjoy that too much.”

“That is correct, which is why I’m—”

Jaskier’s words dissolved into a groan as Geralt finally, finally pushed his breeches down — but, too soon, his hands stilled.

“Jaskier.” Geralt’s voice was low, almost too low to be heard.

Jaskier huffed a laugh. “You like that?”

The bard wasn’t wearing any underclothes — just his breeches, all day long, under the offending sun — and it made some animalistic instinct in Geralt burn, something primal and raw melt his senses into nothing but Jaskier, Jaskier, Jaskier.

He bit down on Jaskier’s neck as an answer, and his moan went straight to Geralt’s cock, already hard and aching for release. He wrapped his free hand around Jaskier, stroking hard and slow, the way he knew set the bard on edge — but then he remembered.

“Where’s my surprise?” He asked, smiling when Jaskier rocked into his hand, tiny whines escaping his lips. “I do recall being promised one, of sorts.”

Jaskier opened his mouth to answer, but then, right then, Geralt twisted his wrist and sped up his movements, wringing punched-out ah, ah, ahs from him. “Jaskier.”

“Y-yes,” he managed, his forehead pressed against Geralt’s shoulder. “There’s— ah, fuck—”

“It would be rude of you to come now,” Geralt whispered in his ear, his voice rough with want, though his movements didn’t falter, his thumb gliding along the slit messily, “before I got to unwrap my gift.”

“I— I won’t last,” Jaskier confessed, his eyes shut and his brows knitted in a frown borne of ecstasy, clearly reaching his peak. “I’m sorry.”

“No.” Geralt smirked. “I’m sorry.”

Jaskier let out a broken moan as Geralt withdrew his hand entirely, leaving him unsatisfied and aching, panting against his chest. Geralt pressed small kisses to his hair, his face, his hands. “You okay?”

Though he seemed miserable, Jaskier gave him a soft smile before burying his face where Geralt’s neck met his shoulder. “Always.”

Geralt took him in his arms, relieved. He knew what Jaskier liked, was sure of what he wanted — making sure was part of it, all the same.

He waited for Jaskier’s breathing to even out, let him rest against his body even though he kept subconsciously rocking against Geralt’s cock, which strained against the leather of his breeches with unfaltering desire. After a few moments, Jaskier rose from his chest with a knowing smile on his lips.

“Well, then,” he said, turning around and leaning his front against the tree, arms lifted above his head in surrender. He looked at Geralt over his shoulder, “won’t you come get it?”

Every bit of restraint and patience Geralt had been holding onto vanished, disappeared as he moved forward and pressed himself close to Jaskier, shoulder to knee. “I’ve fucked you in the woods before,” he observed, reaching for his own pants to unfasten them, “what’s special about this one?”

Jaskier chuckled. “Ah,” he said, clicking his tongue. “But you’re mistaken.”

Geralt watched as his hand traveled down his back, slow and teasing, until it reached his tailbone. Jaskier slid his fingers down his crack and pulled, spreading himself open just the slightest bit, enough for Geralt to see—

“Fuck, Jaskier.”

Down in the forgotten streets of Maribor, there’d been a small shop Jaskier knew very well. It was where they regularly got their oil supply, where Jaskier often complained to Geralt of high prices for feathered hats and embroidered underpants. The night before the festival, Geralt had watched Jaskier come in particularly pink-cheeked, smelling of chamomile and expensive perfume, a small velvet pouch hidden between his hands. He’d thought nothing of it — after all, he was the one who’d asked Jaskier to get their oil this time — and had almost forgotten about it.

Now, Geralt watched as a small, polished plug in a dark shade of blue was pressed inside Jaskier, keeping him open. It’s for you, the animal that lived inside him said, he’s wearing it for you. A low groan escaped him as he reached out and tapped the base once, making Jaskier squirm.

“Do you like it?”

Jaskier’s voice wavered the slightest bit, and immediately Geralt cursed himself for standing there quiet so long. Their eyes met, and that was it — Geralt surged forward and kissed him ferociously despite the awkward angle, just to show him how much he liked it.

“I do,” Geralt said against Jaskier’s mouth, “I really fucking do.”

“Then show me.”

Geralt turned Jaskier around so he was facing the tree, and felt the wet dirt on his breeches as his knees hit the forest floor. This close, he could see just how far the plug went; the way it stretched Jaskier further and further with every move. He groaned. “You’re gonna kill me one of these days.”

Jaskier couldn’t manage to answer. He let out a broken moan as Geralt licked a stripe down his cleft, briefly sucking on the plug and making Jaskier’s knees almost give out. His scent was so strong, here, so heady and raw, Geralt wanted nothing more than to get drunk on it.

He teased his tongue around the plug, pulling it out with his fingers just a little, only to push it back inside. It drove Jaskier mad, made him let out weak, breathless moans as Geralt licked him relentlessly. “Geralt,” he breathed. “Please.”

Geralt hummed, making Jaskier whine. “Yes?”

“Just,” Jaskier said through gritted teeth, “d-do something.”

Geralt pulled back, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. “Something?”

Jaskier looked down at him over his shoulder, and Geralt couldn’t suppress a shudder — he looked wrecked, his cheeks red and scratched from pressing them against the tree, his hair pushed back and gleaming with sweat, his eyes shining with unshed tears. An amalgamation of sin and innocence, purity and desire. His voice was rough when he said, “Anything.”

And Geralt gave it to him. He gripped the base of the plug and pulled, taking it out in one fluid motion, hearing Jaskier groan at the stretch. He immediately replaced the plug with two spit-slick fingers, feeling the warmth of Jaskier’s walls clenching around them.

“Geralt, Geralt— Geralt,” Jaskier chanted, his name suddenly a prayer, as Geralt pressed messy kisses to his hole, took playful bites at his cheeks. Jaskier’s cock still was hard and straining against his stomach, and Geralt could see he was holding himself back from rutting against the tree.

Abruptly, Geralt pulled away and sat back, bringing Jaskier down with him. “C’mere,” he rasped, settling Jaskier on his lap, his fingers still deep inside him. He swallowed each one of Jaskier’s moans, kissing him fiercely as he added a third finger. “Are you gonna come, little bird?”

“Not yet.” Jaskier shook his head. “Want— with you.”

Geralt groaned against his bard’s shoulder. Of course he’d think of Geralt even on the verge of his orgasm, of course he’d want him to take his pleasure as well. If only he knew what he did to Geralt — that seeing him incoherent and lost in desire was enough to bring him to the edge. Still, Geralt nodded. “With me.”

Jaskier unlaced Geralt’s breeches and pushed them down, just enough so they could rut against each other, skin on skin. Geralt hissed as Jaskier rocked his cock against his own, felt the dribble of precome slick the way as Jaskier’s palm wrapped around them both. He let out a low groan and caught Jaskier’s lips in a kiss that was mostly teeth and tongue, but that felt like diving into a frozen lake on a hot summer day. He felt Jaskier fucking himself on Geralt’s fingers as he stroked them both to completion, his movements faltering.

“I’m— Geralt,” he choked out.

Geralt nodded feverishly against his temple. “Yes, yes, yes.”

Jaskier twisted his wrist once more, and Geralt came over Jaskier’s hand and stomach. Even under the hazy cloud of his orgasm, Geralt presses his fingers inside Jaskier still, brushing his prostate with nearly every stroke. Suddenly, Jaskier stilled, and came with a muffled sob against Geralt’s shoulder, his come hitting Geralt’s chest.

They sat together, catching their breaths for a moment. Geralt pressed soft kisses against Jaskier’s neck, the side of his face, wherever he could reach. Devotion, he realized. This is what devotion feels like.

Jaskier melted against him, pressing lazy kisses of his own against Geralt’s scarred shoulder. “That was…”

“Good,” Geralt rumbled.

Jaskier pulled back slowly, with a grin that quickly transformed into a groan. “Fuck, no,” he growled as he watched Geralt run a finger through the mess on his chest and suck it into his mouth. “Fuck.”

Geralt shrugged. “You taste good,” he said simply.

“You can’t just say—” Jaskier pressed his face against Geralt’s neck, defeated. “You’ve killed me. I’m dead. Please grieve accordingly.”

Geralt huffed a laugh. “We have to get going soon.”

Jaskier tsked. “Can’t. Dead, remember?”

Geralt knew there was no competing against Jaskier’s soft afterglow. With a dramatic sigh — damn Jaskier and his endearing theatrics — Geralt laid down, his back on the damp summer grass. Jaskier burrowed into his side, nuzzling his nose against Geralt’s neck, their legs entwined.

Geralt looked at the sky. Its blue was slowly giving way to the soft oranges and pinks of the late afternoon, sunlight melting against the clouds. He knew they would have to move eventually, saddle Roach and keep going until they reached Cleves. But for now, they could lie close to each other, their breaths and heartbeats as one, and worry for nothing but each other.

For now, Geralt could look into Jaskier’s eyes and find nothing but a mirror of his own, could whisper sweet nothing against his ear and watch him flush and smile, embarrassed, until the sun set. He could press soft kisses on Jaskier’s skin and find nothing but the scent of sweat, and salt, and love. Find roundabout ways to tell him I love you, and I’m yours, and I never want to be without you, and I would never run.

He would always stay.

#mywriting #geraskier fanfic #geraskier #geraskier smut #hope you all like it <3

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differentkettleoffishalltogether · 4 years

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#1 Fan [Part 1/2]

Summary: Spencer knows he’s seen his new neighbor somewhere before.

A/N: This was a blurb request from my sideblog that got completely out of hand so here she is as a full fic! (We’re gonna pretend like I know how OnlyFans works)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff & Smut

Warnings/Includes: smut, graphic descriptions of sexual acts, masturbation (male & female), voyeurism(?), please let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed!

Word count: 2.9k

Request: “Blurb about basically the same fic as the other one except she just moved in and he recognizes her as the person he subs to on OF. She’s describing her hot neighbor- and yeah” from @thatsonezesty13

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The first time Spencer sees her in the lobby grabbing her mail he thinks he’s in a dream. Or maybe he’s seeing things. For a second he’s terrified that he’s having a hyper-realistic, yet somehow mundane, wet dream.

He’s been subscribed to her for a while. To be honest once he’d found her account he didn’t have much of a need to subscribe to anyone else. She was almost tailor made for him, it was sort of scary.

So when he saw her that day, and she smiled at him, giving him a small wave as she passed him in the hall, his heart all but stopped.

That night he checked her page. He compared the pictures of the sweet girl in the hall with the ones in front of him. The photos where she was wearing next to nothing, or sometimes nothing at all. The ones where she had her fingers inside of her panties, or her mouth.

He ended up spiraling that evening, partially forgetting why he was even looking in the first place. Until he was watching videos of her, fucking into herself with a toy until she was squirting onto her bedsheets.

The following morning when he woke up he tried to convince himself that it wasn’t her. How could it be? And if it was, would he have to stop looking? Something felt a bit perverted about that.

So he pushed the thoughts from his head. And that lasted all of 10 seconds because there was a knock on his front door. When he opened it up it was her standing there, the girl from the mailboxes, and the girl from the videos. He knew they were one and the same, who was he kidding?

“Hi!” She sticks out her hand to introduce herself, “I think I saw you the other day, I’ve just moved into the building, Y/N.”

He knows her name already, well he knows her first name, and part of him’s a little surprised it’s not fake.

He takes a moment to consider her hand, he wouldn’t usually shake a strangers hand like this but for some reason he didn’t feel like she was a stranger. The real reason her didn’t want to shake her hand was because of all the things he’d pictured her doing with them. Touching herself, touching him.

But he’s hesitated for too long, so he takes her hand, shaking it gently, “Spencer, Dr. Spencer Reid. Nice to— uh, meet you” he has to force his breaths out or they might not come. Looking at her up close, in person, she was too beautiful. And he already thought that about her pictures.

“Well it’s nice to meet you, I always like to know the folks in my building. And especially you if we’re gonna be neighbors”

“Neighbors?” He tries to stop his eyes from popping out of his head but she doesn’t seem to notice. She just nods happily.

“Yup, I’m right on the other side of that wall” she points to her right and giggles, “knock if you need me” she jokes but Spencer’s breathing stops entirely and he can only nod.

“So um, if you wanted to hang out or anything you know where to find me” she smiles at him and starts to head back to her apartment.

He’s not sure what’s come over him, but it feels like adrenaline is coursing through his entire body as he speaks.

“I’m free right now if you’re not busy?” He asks before she can get too far away but she shakes her head.

“I’ve actually gotta head out for a bit but if you’re free tomorrow do you wanna come over and see my place. I’m sure it’s probably the exact same as yours but—”

“Yes!— I mean, um, yeah, that sounds nice, cool” she laughs at him a little, probably at his eagerness, or maybe at the way he’s blushing, he can feel the heat radiating from his cheeks.

“See you then Spencer, Dr. Spencer Reid” she giggles and he’s smitten already.

— —

He’s pretty much counting down the seconds until the following evening. His mind is completely restless, he’s got no idea what to wear or how to act, or what to say.

She was just so pretty, he could barely have a 2 minute conversation with her in the hallway. How was he supposed to hang out with her for an evening.

She slips a note under his door the following afternoon:

I’m on my way out but I should be back around 8! See you then x

He wishes he didn’t stare at the little ‘x’ on the note for quite so long but he couldn’t help it. Even her handwriting was cute.

He doesn’t want to think about why he knows her already but he can’t help it. He decides that he’s not going to look at her page again, taking a cold shower as part of his preparation for that evening before agonizing over what to wear.

He settles on a purple sweater and he already feels like he’s made the wrong call somehow as he’s knocking on her door at 8pm on the dot.

“Well aren’t you punctual” she smiles at him as she pulls open the door. His stomach drops when he realizes that he recognizes the little dress she’s wearing. He’s seen her take it off before. He tries to steady his breathing but it doesn’t work super well so he just waves hello as she ushers him inside.

“I guess you got my note then” she smiles and he smiles back.

“Yeah, your— um— handwriting is really nice” he wants to slap himself in the face. What kind of complement was that?

“Thank you?” she giggles at him, “no ones ever said that before, you’re a bit of an oddball” she points him to the sofa so he sits.

When she comes to sit next to him she’s holding a bottle of wine and two glasses and he has to stop his eyes from bulging out of his head.

“Would you like a glass?” She asks and he nods his head, it probably wasn’t a great idea, but neither was any of this. She hands him a glass of wine and takes the seat next to him on the couch, turning to face him as she tucks her legs up under herself.

“So Spencer Reid, what kind of doctor are you?” she asks as she takes a sip from her own glass.

“I’m—um— I work at the FBI actually, I— I’m a profiler” he’s already conscious that he doesn’t want to bore her by harping on about work, or by rambling like he does right before people usually roll their eyes. But she doesn’t, she leans in.

“That’s so cool, well it sounds like it is anyway? Does that mean you read people or something?” her eyes look like they're after lighting up and she's smiling at him encouraging.

“Y-Yeah? It’s sort of like reading people I guess. We catch killers by getting inside their heads in a way, trying to figure out why they’re doing what they’re doing, and hopefully what they’re gonna do next so that we can stop it. It’s a little more complicated than that, but that’s the gist” he’s smiling now too, the way she’s looking at him makes him feel like he’s actually doing a sort of good job not embarrassing himself.

“So you said my handwriting was nice” she says, gears clearly turning, “Can you read anything about me from that?” she looks like she's challenging him, if he didn’t know better he might call it flirting.

“Well actually graphology—sorry— handwriting analysis has been deemed a pseudoscience by most, the validity of handwriting as evidence in court has always been dubious and many of the techniques used today are the same as those employed in Renaissance England.” he rambles but she’s still engaged when he stops speaking.

“So you’re smart smart, huh?” she smiles at him, and he nods.

“I don’t believe intelligence can be neatly quantified but I do have an IQ of 187” he feels paradoxically stupid saying that, it feels like bragging or something and he already wants to take it back.

“Wow, a doctor with an IQ of 187” she takes a second to mull it over, “What are you doing hanging out with the likes of me?” she jokes, but his eyebrows knit together, he had no idea what she did, other than that thing he knew she did.

“I wouldn't sell yourself short like that, what do you do?” he asks her, at the very least it’ll stop him from spiraling.

“I work in a vintage bookstore, the one two blocks over?” She motions behind her as she tells him, and he knows it well, in fact he spends so much time there that he’s shocked he’d never seen her before.

“You work there? I’m there all the time, how have I never noticed you before?” she chuckles at him.

“I’ve only just started, I just moved in, remember?” and he wants to slap himself again, something about being around such a pretty face slashed that impressive IQ in half.

They spend another while and the rest of the bottle of wine getting to know each other before Spencer has to call it a night. Part of him wished that she was boring, or rude, or hated him, then maybe he’d be able to quell his infatuation. But this just made it worse, now that he knew her, now that he had spoken to her and she was so sweet, so smart, so funny, and still so damn pretty. He was absolutely fucked.

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He swears to himself that the wont look at her page again. Now that he knew her and he liked her more than he even did before, it felt like a real invasion. Part of him still felt bad about it in general, like he should've told her right away, been up front. But the moment for that had already passed so this was his next best plan.

Until he returns home the following Friday. He’s exhausted when he crawls into bed but he’s still somehow restless, the gears still turning in is brain. So he does what he always does when he wants to forget about everything else in the world.

His muscle memory opens it up, and he’s on her page before he even realizes he's done it. And she’s posted a few new videos this week. He wishes he had better willpower, or any willpower at all, but he can’t seem to stop himself from clicking on one.

It begins with her kneeling on her bed, wearing lingerie he’d seen before, it was baby pink and it was one of his favorites. She starts by dipping her fingers into her panties, teasing herself as little moans toppled from her lips. Then she started talking.

“I’m gonna tell you guys about a little dream I had last night, well, I’ve been having it all week really” she continues to tease herself a little, her other hand coming up to grab her breast over her soft pink bra as she speaks. Her voice is smooth and perfect, if he only had the audio he’d still be turned on right now.

“It goes like this. I’m lying in this bed right here, doing something a little like this, when there’s a knock at my front door. When I get up to answer it he’s there, with his shaggy brown hair, and his huge doe eyes, and he’s got these lips that are just so fuckin’ pink. I want them all over me. He comes inside and he grabs me with those huge hands of his and he pulls me right into him before he kisses me.” she moans a little as her fingers brush right up against her clit, but Spencer’s vision has almost gone blurry.

He’s not sure he’s even breathing when she starts talking again. “Then I lead him to my bedroom, and I get him out of those clothes. He dresses like an english teacher and I wish I didn’t find it so fuckin’ hot. Sometimes in the fantasy I take his cock in my mouth, I suck him off until he’s whimpering. Other times I can’t wait, I just need him to fuck me right away.” she takes off her panties then, leaving them to one side, while she grabs a toy from her bedside table.

“I like to fuck myself with this, but all week I’ve just been imagining that it’s him. He’s just so pretty, I know his cock has to be too. I want to know what it feels like when he’s buried inside me, so fuckin’ deep” she continues to fuck herself with the toy, and he’s tuned back in now, he’s achingly hard without even noticing, his hand wrapping around his cock as he pictures the other side of that fantasy.

It doesn’t take long before he's releasing, spilling all over his hand in tandem with the video. She takes a moment to relax, steadying out her breathing before she speaks to the camera again.

“I think I have a crush guys” she gasps out, “I moved, and I think I’ve got a crush on my fuckin’ neighbor already”

Not that he needed any more confirmation, but those words hit him like a fucking train.

It’s already midnight, it’s not so late that he couldn’t go over there, but it sort of is late enough that he shouldn’t. He really can’t bring himself to care though, getting out of bed and cleaning himself up he decides to ride this uncharacteristically confident wave as far as it’ll take him.

He’s knocking on her door before he’s had a chance to second guess himself. When she answers she’s in a little robe, it’s ivory and satin, and he recognizes it too. He doesn’t say anything, neither does she. They just look at each other for a little too long, eyes taking each other in. He wants to lean in and kiss her, just like in her fantasy, but he’s not that guy.

“Hi” he breathes out instead, “I know it’s late, sorry, I shouldn’t be here—but I— I just wanna say” he pauses to take in a labored breath, “I like you a lot and I think you’re really pretty and funny and smart and would you wanna go out sometime? With me? Maybe?” he doesn't realize he’s closed this eyes until he’s got to pry them back open.

“Well that’s not how the fantasy was supposed to go” she giggles, her eyelashes fluttering as she looks up at him and the blush that’s steadily spreading up his face and neck.

“What do you— I don’t— what?” he’s stammering, doing a god awful job of playing dumb.

“In my video, you were just supposed to kiss me. This isn’t as sexy but it is a hell of a lot better”

“I don’t— I’m not—” he can’t get a sentence out, he’s got no idea what’s happening right now.

“It’s alright Dr. 187, I know it’s you” some part of him genuinely wants to throw up. Why did he think that would be an innocuous username. He was the stupidest genius alive.

“I’m sorry, I should've told you. I had no idea how, I just never thought— how could I have known you’d move in next door to me? And that you’d be even prettier in person but you’d be so cool too” he’s got to cut himself off before he really starts apologetically rambling.

“Spencer stop. It’s fine. I make that content for people to enjoy, you’ve got nothing to feel guilty about. I made that video because I wanted you to see it, that was intentional.” she reaches out and places a hand on his shoulder, and it’s more comforting than it has any right to be.

“Was that—your fantasy—the uh the video—were you telling the truth?” he can feel his heart absolutely racing in his chest as he waits for the answer. And she breaks out in a huge smile, nodding up at him.

“Every word.” he doesn’t let himself overthink it this time, he just leans right in, pressing his lips to hers. It’s soft and gentle, a sweet kiss rather than a heated one, it’s not just infatuation, there are feelings behind it now. He can feel her lips smiling against his own and his heart’s fit to burst now.

When they break apart she looks giddy with excitement, her hands come down to the little bow that holds her robe closed, toying with the ends of the tie. “I’m actually about to make a video now if you’d like to see behind the scenes?” she asks and his breath gets stuck in his throat.

“Fuck” he rasps, “You’ve got no idea how much I want to do that” he pauses, scolding himself in his head already, “But I think I wanna take you to dinner first, if you still want that?”

She’s grinning at him again, “I still really want that, tomorrow night?”

“Tomorrow night.”

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under-the-cherrytree · 3 years

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Meant to be here❣︎

Amane Yugi x reader

Warning: talks about mental diseases like depression, talk about suicide, attempt suicide

A/n: okay this is self indulgence… This is also based on true traumatizing events that have happened recently to me so I wrote this to try and cope a bit..

When you get traumatized by something, what do you do? You write an Amane x reader about it-

This is also kinda random crap on a page so-

I hope you enjoy my pain of being taken to a mental hospital-

You groaned as the lady behind you placed the cart down a second before the man in front of you did. The man walked over to the big hospital doors, making sure it was locked before he nodded at the woman. She walked in front of you, bending down she unstrapped the two straps around your legs that held you to the cart.

“You can stand up now” She smiled. How the hell could she just smile at your misery? “You will be staying here for a few days..” You stood up, almost falling due to being strapped down for too long. You walked in what looked like a main room, a TV and table in the center of the room. What caught your attention was a boy that sat on the chair, messing around with a puzzle piece before looking at you. His amber eyes looked at you for a moment before you felt someone grab your arm.

“Let me check your blood pressure and temperature! Sit, sit!” She pointed at a chair in the corner of the room with medical stuff hanging from it. Without saying anything you sat down, looking at the boy again only to see he was looking somewhere else. You sighed, lowering your eyes to your feet as the nurse put the thermometer in your mouth and quickly took it out again.

“Can I use the phone…?” You looked over at the nurse.

“Of course! Here let me get it for you…” She stood up, summoning you to follow her which you did.

“Try and spend only fifteen minutes on it… others might want to use it too. And when the call is over, go to someone at the front desk, we will assist you from there.” She hands you a small, old phone. You quickly dialed your parents' number in praying they will pick up.

“Hello?” A woman said on the other line.

“Mom!” You practically shouted into the phone “How are you…?”

“I’m good, just watching some T.V.” She said in a monotone voice.

“Really…? You are at home…? You aren’t angry about the situation?”

“No Y/n, I am very disappointed that you are there. This is very embarrassing for me, what am I going to tell my family? It’s your fault, you talked to the doctor and the doctor recommended you go to the er.”

“Yeah but I didn't know the er would take me to a loony bin!”

“That's your fault. If they think this is what is better for you then it must be, I’m not a professional.”

“But mom…! Can’t you get me out of here?! I want to go home…”

“Sorry Y/n, but I have no more control over you. They took my custody away. And if child protective services get involved I can't stop them, you will be taken away from me and I can't do anything about it. Maybe it's for the best. Maybe I’m not a good mom.” She said so bluntly, without any care. Not caring if you would be taken away from her. Tears formed in your eyes hearing her words not wanting to be taken away from an environment you were used to.

“They are going to keep you there for three days to watch you… they already think you are a threat to yourself. The doctor said that you said ‘if I go home tonight I will kill myself’” Your mom said, causing your eyes to widen in shock.

“That I said… what…?” You could barely form words at the lie your doctor said using your false words against your true ones “But I never said that… I never said I was going to kill myself…”

“You didn't? Well it's not like anyone is going to believe you, it's your word against the doctors.”

“But the doctor's words aren't true..! It’s crap that only I know it's true… why wont they believe me...!”

“This happens… doctors believe other doctors so they can lie all they want. You shouldn’t have got caught up in the system Y/n… it can break you if it wanted to…”

“Ma’am.” The nurse interrupted you before you could say another word. “It’s 3:00… it's room time. You will stay in your room until 4:00.”

“Room time…?” You repeated.

“Yes, no phone calls during room time.”

“Okay… mom I have to go. Talk later, maybe, okay..?”

“Sure, talk later I guess.” You hung up the phone and placed it on the table.

“Your room is right over there. You currently have no roommate but that might change soon..” The nurse pointed to a door right across the hall which you assumed was ‘your room’. You nodded and walked over to the room door, opening it with the weird door knob. You closed the door behind you, sitting down in the plain bed with a blanket and one pillow.

You felt your body break as you fell onto the bed, tears leaving your eyes and staining the pillow. Your mothers words rang through your head, repeating over and over through your ear.

“I’m… a disappointment now…” You mumbled to yourself, crying more.

You didn’t want this life anymore.

Around 45 minutes later, you finally calmed down a bit when you heard a knock at your door. The person outside didn't even wait for you to answer when they opened the door and walked in.

“It’s almost 4:00, that means group activities. Let's go.” She said, holding the door open for you. You got up and followed the nurse into a room with a big table and some chairs, some chairs already taken by other patients.

“Go sit anywhere” The lady said and closed the door leaving you in there. You looked around, fiddling with the rim of your shirt as you looked for a seat. You quickly walked to a seat in the back, examining the room and all the people you should be staying with for a while.

You heard the chair next to you pull out and you looked to who was sitting next to you. The same amber eyes that looked at you earlier were staring at you now as well. You jumped in your seat seeing the way the boy stared at you, growing nervous. You couldn’t help but blush at how cute he was, staring at you with intense eyes, but his eyes looked duel… sad almost. It might have been just you but he looked like he was crying…

Before you could even open your mouth to speak, an older blond woman entered the room.

“Good afternoon!” She smiled “How are you guys today?” No one made a sound. You could feel the awkward tension rising as you only got more nervous by it.

“Okay then… Well today we will be questioning someone else like an interview about different things they like! I have a paper full of questions, you can work with the person sitting next to you.” You almost instantly looked at the choppy haired boy. The woman passed out the paper of the positive question you placed it between you and the boy.

“Amane.” The boy said, softly yet sternly.

“What was that…?” You asked, not sure what you heard the first time.

“My name is Amane. Amane Yugi.” He turned to you.

“Oh! I’m Y/n, Y/n L/n” You smiled a bit, happy he was at least talking to you.

“Why are you here?”

You didn’t want to answer that question… not right now...

“Well… It was more of a misunderstanding… I wasn’t supposed to come here, I was supposed to seek counselling with a therapist but the doctor lied about what I said and I ended up here…”

“Oh… okay.”

“How did you end up here?”

“I don't want to talk about it…”

“Oh…” You felt shivers go down your spine hearing his serious tone.

“I do hope you get out of here, but that isn’t going to be easy…”

“Oh…” you turned to him “thanks then… I hope I get out of here as well”

“You should really be careful here as well… this place is the thing that drives you insane. If you act normal for three days you should be good to get out..”

“Right… but what about you…?”

“I’m stuck here. I don't think there is hope for me to get out. But there is for you…” He aura got sadder and quieter as you looked at him in pity.

“Amane I-”

“I’ll help you Y/n”

“You… you will…?”

“Of course… I have nothing better to do after all” He leaned back in his chair with a smile.

“But why…?” You asked nervously. Can you even trust him? He is in a mental hospital.

“Why?” He looked at you, his lips quickly forming into a smirk. “Well I guess… you are quite sexy~”

“I-I’m what-?!” You punched his arm.

“Hey! Calm down, I was only teasing! But if you do end up staying, I promise I will protect you from this place. I guess you can say… I just feel like we were both meant to be here… meant to meet each other”

“Meant to be here…?” You repeated to yourself, confused. But not yet did you know that he was correct. You two were really meant for each other.

Again, random crap but if this gets popular enough I might do a part two cause why not-

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itsthewritergal · 4 years

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Fever -F.W x reader

This is my first two part fic!! Next part will be up tomorrow! Let me know what you think is going to happen :) xx

“Morning guys” Y/N beamed as Fred and George sat themselves down at the table, Fred hummed a response as he laid his head on his hands

“Morning love” George smiled at his best friend,

“What’s wrong with him?” Y/N asked quietly, in an attempt not to disturb Fred

“Woke up with a cold, he’s convinced himself he’s dying” George chucked as he placed a few pieces of toast onto his plate

“I am dying” Fred huffed dramatically “It’s just a cold” George cut him off with a laugh “Perhaps you can talk some sense into him” He said to Y/N hopefully “Don’t be so mean George, you never know it could be dragon pox” Y/N said with a mischievous grin

“You think it could be?” Fred said with a concerned look, once noting the smirk on her face he planted his head back in his hands “You’re both horrible” He said

“Eat something, it’ll make you feel better” Y/N pushed a bowl of cereal towards him

“Don’t want to” He said, pushing it away. Y/N rolled her eyes at his stubbornness. Knowing that he would be hungry later one

“Just try and eat something Freddie, please” She hummed pushing it back towards him, Fred picked up the spoon reluctantly and shoved some into his mouth

“I don’t know how you do it” George laughed into his toast as he watched Fred take another mouthful “He doesn't listen to anyone else”

“Clearly I’ve got a gift” Y/N grinned up at him.

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Y/N walked with Fred and George towards the common room, Fred was in between the both of them rubbing his head. Y/N noticed the way he dragged his feet more than normal, and how his shoulders slouched heavily.

“Perhaps you should go to Madame Pomfrey?” George suggested, noticing the difference in his twins behaviour

“No, I just want to go to bed. Don’t need her bothering me all night” He said, his tone harsher than he had anticipated,

“Fred are you sure you’ll be okay” Y/N asked watching as he swayed a little on his feet

“Yes I’m fine” He snapped

George and Y/N shared a concerned look as they made their way into the common room. It was quiet luckily, it seemed most people were still at dinner. Y/N sat down on one of the sofa’s gesturing for Fred to come and sit next to her.

“Just want to go to bed” He said rejecting the place next to her, despite Y/N looking exceptionally cosy

“Night Freddie” She gave him a small smile and a slight wave as he made his way up to the dorms. She turned back to George who was now smirking at her. “What?” She asked,

“Night Freddie” George mimicked with a grin “You like him” George commented, noticing how Y/N’s face dropped. She thought she had kept it under wraps pretty well.

“Is it that obviously?” She asked,

“Only to me, only cause I know you as well as I do” George laughed ruffling up her hair, Y/N huffed slightly

“Does Fred know?” Y/N asked a wave of fear passing over her

“Don’t be ridiculous, of course he doesn't know” George chuckled “He wouldn't notice if you told him straight out. As much as I love my brother, he really is clueless”

“You can’t tell him” Y/N said quickly “Promise me you wont tell him”

“I wont tell him” George promised “Although you should” He winked

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Fred was still feeling rough the next few days and it was really starting to take its toll on both George and Y/N. He was miserable and short tempered, which just made everyone on edge. Y/N and George were laughing in the common room in attempts to destress as they watched a few first years attempting to play truth or dare; when Fred walked himself down the stairs with a blanket wrapped around him.

“You look awful” George commented, earning himself a glare from Fred

“Can’t sleep” He muttered taking a seat next to Y/N laying his head down on her lap

“Didn’t know I was a bed” Y/N muttered rolling her eyes as George made kissing faces towards her.

“You’re comfy” He said nuzzling himself further into her

“Fred you’re burning up” Y/N said suddenly as she placed a hand onto his forehead “You really need to go see Madame Pomfrey”

“No, want to stay here with you” He said wrapping his arm around her, any other circumstance Y/N knew she would be melting with joy right now. But he had a fever and a bad one at that

“Please Fred, just come with me to get yourself checked” She begged, Fred grunted an agreement as he stood up reluctantly, Y/N grabbed him by the hand and marched him towards the hospital wing.

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Madame Pomfrey had finally gotten him into bed, after much persuasion from Y/N and a promise of her completing his homework for the next few weeks. Y/N sat herself down on the end of the bed, placing a hand carefully on his ankle assuring him that she was still there. Madame Pomfrey came back holding a rather disgusting looking potion, she handed it to Fred who wined about taking it, yet did as he was told. Making a few faces as he swallowed it.

“Y/N get back to your dorm, he’ll still be here in the morning” Madame Pomfrey said with a small pat on her shoulders. Y/N gave Fred a smile as she began to stand up

“Stay Y/N please” Fred begged, his voice was quiet “Don’t want you to ever leave me” Y/N ignored the pit that was growing in her stomach

“Fred I’ll be back in the morning I promise” She smiled

“Y/N I’ve gotta say something” He started lifting himself up a little “I’m in love with you” He laid himself back down again

“Dorm now” Madame Pomfrey interrupted, leading Y/N out of the hospital wing.

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The next morning George and Y/N ate their breakfast in a comfortable silence. Y/N had decided against telling George what Fred had said

“Guess who’s back from death’s door” Fred said sliding himself in next to Y/N

“How are you feeling?” George asked, suddenly aware of how Y/N retracted herself slightly from Fred’s touch

“Much better, although Pomfrey said that I was talking gibberish all night” He laughed heartily

“So you don’t remember anything you said last night” Y/N said hoping that Fred remembered at least some of it

“Y/N” He sighed “I had a fever, I don’t remember a bloody thing, I doubt I meant any of it either” He laughed once again, not noticing the anger that spread over YN’s face

“Glad that you cleared that up for me” She snapped grabbing her bag and making her way out of the great hall.

“What was all that about?” George asked Fred, who only shrugged a confused response.

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YN sat in charms writing down notes, George next to her coping her notes.

“Want to tell me what breakfast was about?” He asked pushing her books out the way so that he could see her paper more clearly

“Nothing” She snapped, she had been trying to push all thoughts of Fred out of her mind

“Didn’t look like nothing” George started, with a glance over to Fred who’s eyes were captured by Y/N

“It was nothing George” She sighed “Absolutely nothing”

George decided against pushing the matter. He didn’t speak to her for the rest of the day, when it came to lunch Y/N opted for sitting with a few of her Hufflepuff friends instead of the twins. Fred sent her a smile which only made her roll her eyes and look away. Both twins were as confused as each other as to why Y/N was ignoring them.

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As George was making his way towards the Great hall for dinner he spotted Y/N sitting with a few friends in the courtyard. She had obviously been crying, as one of her friends consoled her.

“Y/N can we talk?” George asked

“I don’t think that’s a good idea Fred” One of her friends snapped

“Rachel, it’s okay” Y/N chuckled lightly “That’s George, not Fred”

“We will be in the hall if you need us” Rachel said. George watched as her friends left.

“You ready to talk yet?” George asked nudging her shoulder playfully

“Your brother is an idiot” She said simply as she wandered slowly in the direction of the hall

“Well I already knew that” George laughed “What did he do this time?” “Last night, when we were in the hospital wing, he told me he was in love with me” She said sadly, studying her feet as she walked

“Then said that he didn’t mean it this morning” George joined the dots “Oh Y/N” He sighed pulling her into a hug “He’s an idiot”

“I love him Georgie, he doesn't love me back” She cried. George pulled her in closely letting the tears soak through to his jumper.

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the-record · 4 years

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Headaches and Hospitals

A/N: I love JJ idk why so many people crap on her. And we need more JJ content pleasee

Summary: Who would’ve thought that passing out would lead you to the best decisions you have ever made?

CW: Marriage, pregnancy, hospitals, little mentions of the case. Nothing to serious just lots of fluff.

You felt like crap. Like you just wanted to get back in bed and not get up but you had tons of paperwork to do. You got ready like usual and tried to hide how sick you felt.

“Morning kid.”

“Hey Morgan.” You sat in your chair and rubbed your temples, trying to get rid of you stubborn headache. You pulled out a bottle of ibuprofen and took some with some of your water.

“Hey, babe are you ok?” You looked up to your girlfriend standing next to you.

“It’s just a headache Jayje.” You smiled and kissed the top of your head. “I’m going to go make coffee do you want a cup?” She nodded.

“That would be nice, thank you. Just bring it to my office-nope conference room, we have a case.” You stood up to go get her coffee and felt dizzy. You closed your eyes and held onto your desk to keep steady. “Woah, you ok?”

“Yeah I’m fine. Go get ready I will bring you some coffee.” She did so but was very hesitant about it. You brought her the coffee and sat down in your usual spot.

“Thank you. Cincinnati Ohio, 3 women found in their houses. Women were all choked to death.”

“How do you know they were choked?” Derek questioned. JJ clicked the remote and pictures of the women being choked. You looked away and down at your file. You looked at dead bodies all the time but for some reason, this just made your stomach churn.

“Has Garcia been able to track the pictures and where they came from?” You asked.

“No. They were printed. Someone scanned them to show us.” You nodded.

“No visible tattoos. No marks to define him at all. Wearing gloves so he left no DNA, this guy really thought of everything.”

“This has to be premeditated. He somehow gets into the house without breaking in or scaring them, and then corners them maybe?” Emily pointed out.

“Which is exactly why we have to leave soon. The time is getting shorter between each murder. Wheels up in 30.”

“All of the women look similar to each other. All of them have blonde hair, similar heights, and they are all wearing almost identical dresses. Garcia do any of the victims have a partner?” She clicked her mouse a couple of times.

“Yes. From what it looks Abby was just proposed to, Cheyenne had a long term boyfriend, and Kayla was about to get married.” She sounded so disappointed as he talked.

“So if his long term partner left him, then he was angry. Whoever she is, she was the trigger.” You added.

“Ok, JJ I want you and Y/N to talk to victims families and partners. Emily, Reid and Derek go to the latest crime scene. Me and Rossi will go down to the M.E.’s office.” You moved back to where you and JJ sat before. Your headache slowly was getting worse but you had to ignore it. You had a job to do.

“Y/N, are you ok?” You looked at your girlfriend.

“Baby, I promise I’m fine. I probably just need something to eat. As soon as we land I will grab something ok?”

“Fine, but I don’t want you stressing yourself out to much. You look tired, like you haven’t been sleeping.” She moved into the chair next to yours. “Get some rest, it’s a short ride but a nice nap might help.” You smiled at her. She was always concerned for your well being and never left you alone if she thought something was wrong. She was stubborn but a good person. You rest your head on her shoulder and cuddle up on the chair. She lays her head on yours as you drift to sleep. She was right, you did need some sleep, but the nap was no help. You still had a headache and got dizzy once more while walking in to the cars. She drove both of you to the police department where you met with the families. You started with the latest victim, Kayla’s fiancé Matt.

“Hi Matt. I’m Jennifer Jareau and this is Agent Y/N Y/L/N. We have a couple of questions for you if that’s ok.” He nodded and you sat down next to him.

You spent the next 20 minutes talking to Matt about his fiancée. You felt an overwhelming amount of sadness hearing how he talked about her. She was a insanely good person who took every precaution. After you had finished your questions your thanked him and moved on to the next family. Each of them brought your moods down even more. JJ had been helping you with the questions because she was still new to profiling. You had helped her study and get ready for everything when she was becoming one and it made you so proud. When she came back to the BAU you were so happy because this meant she wouldn’t have to leave for her job anymore.

By the time you had finished your headache was 5 times worse than it was this morning. You closed your eyes and held your head in your hands.

“Not getting any better?” You shook your head. “Why don’t I take you to the hotel?”

“No that’s fine. We have a lot of work to do.”

You spent the rest of your day trying to make up a geological profile with Reid and JJ. Nothing was happening and everything just sucked.

After 6 days of work and 2 more victims, you got a call from someone saying a man broke into her house. You all geared up because he changed is M.O. on the last victim and used a gun. You drove with the Derek and Emily to the house. You 3 went in the front and Hotch, Rossi, and Reid went through the back. Everything was going well until you were about to catch the Unsub. You started to feel dizzy, your vision was fading and suddenly you were falling. Luckily Reid was behind you and noticed you shifting before you fell.

“I swear I am going to murder that girl. I kept telling her to rest and relax for a second but she wouldn’t listen. God she is so stubborn.” You woke up in a hospital from hearing your girlfriends voice.

“Mmm, I learn from the best.” You reached for your girlfriends hand.

“You’re so lucky I love you Y/L/N.”

“I am pretty lucky huh. Come here.” You moved over in the hospital bed and set a place for her to lay down. “Lay down. Don’t be stubborn come here.” She smirked slightly and laid down. She put her arm around you as you rest your head on her chest. She ran her fingers through your hair. “I love you Jennifer Jareau.” You whispered.

“I love you too Y/N Y/L/N.” She kissed the top of your head and you held her hand.

“We should get married.” You looked up at her and smiled. “Right? Jennifer Jareau, I love you so much. I don’t have a ring or anything but, will you marry me?” She pulled you in for a kiss. “I’m taking that as a yes?”

“You bet your ass that’s a yes. On one condition.” You nodded. “You stop fainting in front of unsubs.” You smiled and pulled her in for a sweet kiss. You sat there for a second before she pulled away.

“Sounds like a deal. The moment we land, I am taking you and we are going ring shopping.” She smiled.

“I think that’s a great plan.”

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Your legs felt like jello as you stood at the alter, waiting for JJ to walk down. When you did see her, she was absolutely gorgeous. You wore the jumpsuit the both of you picked out and she wore dress. You couldn’t help but stare at her beauty as she walked down the aisle. “God you’re gorgeous.” You saw her blush at your compliment. She took your hands and Emily started officiating. You weren’t really listening much though, you were too focused on the woman in front of you.

“Jennifer Jareau. When I first met you, all I thought about was how kind and beautiful you were. I knew that you had to be my person. I had to at least be friends with that girl. And luckily I got just that. I’ll be honest, when you met Will I was kind of disappointed. I thought, I wont ever get her, I was too late. But I couldn’t be happier that you met him because now you have Henry. I love that kid so much, he brings so much joy in to everyone’s life. And, Will sorry, when you and Will broke up, I was elated. I knew that I had to take my chance. So I gave you some time to cope with everything before deciding it was now or never. When you said yes to that date, I thought I would cry. When I stayed over the first time, I thought it would be weird with Henry. I thought he wouldn’t want me to stay over. Luckily that kid takes after you. He is kind, and smart, and has terrible eating habits. When he cuddled up to me for the first time I did cry. I cried because your baby trusted me and that’s the most important thing to me. I promise to take care of him everyday and to love him wholeheartedly. Loving you means loving him and I am nothing but prepared to shower him with love and respect. I love you so much Jayje.” You saw a tear roll down her cheek as Henry came up to you. You held him on your hip, both of you placing a kiss on his head before JJ started her vows. Her promise to you.

“Y/N Y/L/N. If you could hear the phone call of me telling Emily you had asked me on a date, it would consist of us both screaming into the phone. The night we went out together I fell in love. I didn’t realize what I had been missing my entire life. I was hesitant to ask you to say over that night because I was worried about how Henry would react, but you were so good to him. You always have been. And whenever I saw you with Henry my heart grew and so did my love for you. You have been nothing but good to me and him and I couldn’t ask for a better person to help me parent my child. You however are so stubborn. Like the most stubborn person I have ever met. You wouldn’t go back to the hotel for one day. You wouldn’t relax for one day and I guess I can’t be mad because if you had, if you had started to feel better that day, we wouldn’t be here in this moment. We aren’t the most typical couple but I couldn’t ask for someone better. Thank you for everything you have done for me and Henry. We both love you some much.”

“By the power of your love and commitment, and the power vested in me, I now pronounce you wives! You may now kiss the bride.” You didn’t hesitate for a second as she pulled you into a kiss.

You smiled at your new wife sitting in front of you, taking in her beauty when you heard Emily tapping her glass. “If I could have everyone’s attention. Hi, I’m Emily. I met these women around 6 years ago and if I could take back everything and change it, I wouldn’t. When I joined the BAU I met these two women who were extremely clingy and affectionate but only towards each other. When I heard that Y/N had proposed I cried. Like I cried and I think Garcia has proof. The kindest women I had ever met have fallen in love and I was lucky enough to witness it. I was gone for some time and protected by them. They both risked all of their friendships to keep me safe, even if it meant putting themselves in danger. Everyday they save people without fail. If you haven’t met him already, next to JJ, is her son Henry. He wrote something for me to read, so here goes. ‘Dear Y/N. Thank you for making my mama happy. Before she was sad and it made me sad. You made her happy and made me happy.’” You felt the tears start to form in your eyes and called Henry to come sit in your lap. You held him close as Emily continued to read. “‘Thank your for being so nice to me and making me cakes all the time. They are really good. I love you mom.’” When you heard the last thing, the tears started to flow. You held the little boy even closer, whispering ‘I love you too’ in his ear. It was the first time he ever called you his mom. “I think that just perfects the night. I would continue but I cannot top that. Congratulations ladies. We all love you so much.” She raised her glass. “To Y/N and JJ. May they have their happily ever after.” You raised your glasses and clinked them while setting in a sweet kiss.

“Ew!” You laughed and pulled away at Henry’s comment.

“Ok little man.” You grabbed her hand. “May I have this dance?” JJ held your hand and you led her to the dance floor, your arms around her waist and hers around your neck. Her head laid on your chest, underneath your chin, as the both of you swayed. “Thank you.”

She looked at you. “For what?” A smiled grew on your face.

“Everything. Loving me. Trusting me with Henry. Taking care of me. Letting me take care of you. I love you Mrs. Jareau.”

“I love you too Mrs. Jareau.” Everything else was a blur. Everything but her.

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“Can we talk?” You sat her down on the couch.

“Y/N are you ok?” You could see the concern on her face.

“I’m fine. I wanted to ask you something.” She nodded to give you permission to ask the question. “Jayje, I wanna have a baby.” Her face lit up.

“Really?” You nodded and she pulled you into a hug. “Of course.”

That week the both of you did a crazy amount of research. You found a good doctor and made an appointment. A couple months later you were pregnant. You were both ecstatic.

“JJ. We are going to have a baby.”

You had both decided that you wanted to wait to tell the team in case something happened. However it became very hard to do this because your emotions were everywhere. The extra hormones you had to take were wearing off a little at this point but now the hormones you produced during pregnancy were taking over. Your temper was short and you cried all the time. You had morning sickness as well so you were constantly sick. The team thought something was up but didn’t ask what was happening. At 4 months you decided to tell the team because you were starting to show and eventually you wouldn’t be able to hide it. You decided to tell them right before a case.

“Wheels up in 30.”

“Um, before any of your guys go, me and JJ have something to tell you.” Everyone waited around but they looked nervous.

“You guys are still together right? And neither of you are leaving, right?” You smiled at shook your head at Penelope.

“No, well kind of but no we aren’t leaving and yes, we are still together.” You looked at JJ before pulling out a small box and handing it to Hotch. “Will you open this?” He nodded and took the box from you without question. JJ held your hand. He let out a small gasp and smiled.

“What? Hotch, what is it?” Derek questioned. He took the ultrasounds out and placed them on the table. There was an audible gasp before the team looked at you. Penelope was the first to run over.

“Congratulations you two! Wait, who is pregnant?” You looked at your wife and raised you hand slightly.

“Congrats mamas.” Derek came over and hugged the both of you. Then Rossi, Blake, Hotch, and finally Spencer.

“If either of you need anything, just tell me.” You smiled and held your arms out for a hug. He accepted and you felt calm again. You had grown close with Spencer over the years. He was one of your best friends and you couldn’t be more thankful for that. You pulled away but still held his arms in your hands.

“Thank you Spence. Really.” He smiled and congratulated JJ before walking out with the team. You stood behind with JJ. “So what do you say baby? Should we go kick some ass?”

“I don’t think you’ll be doing much ass kicking.” You scoffed at her comment.

“And what is that supposed to mean?” She kissed you softly and whispered her next words on your lips.

“You struggled to put your shoes on this morning.” You stood there stunned as she pulled away and began to go get ready.

“I cannot believe you!” She smirks as she walks away.

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You decided to stop going out on the field at 6 months. Babies sometimes come early, why risk that. Why risk getting hurt on the field. You had everything figured out. You were 8 months getting slowly closer to 9. You would stay and help Garcia during everything. JJ was going to be there during the birth no matter where she was and everything was going to be perfect.

You knocked on Garcia’s office door. “Good morning lovely lady. How is the case going?” You weren’t feeling well that morning so you decided to rest a little after the sitter took Henry to school.

“Good so far I think. You doing ok?” You smiled and nodded.

“Yes. Ready to not be pregnant anymore but I’m ok.” Little did you know, your wish shall soon be granted. “How’s JJ? I was going to call her this morning but didn’t want to interrupt anything.”

“She’s good. She told me to tell you that she loves you. She really does you know. Like, I have never seen anyone love somebody so much.” You smiled.

“I love her too. Well I am with you today.” You pulled the chair you guys had put in her office when you first started staying back from cases. Her office was nice. Busy, but relaxing.

You spent the day with her, and the team at times, trying to figure things out. Henry came for a visit after school as the babysitter had a class she couldn’t miss. He sat in the ‘Batcave’ with you and Garcia playing with some toys she had. The day was long and nothing happened for awhile. Nothing happened until your baby decided to make their big entrance.

You had felt some contractions throughout the day just assuming they were Braxton hicks. You were good about hiding them too, but still Garcia noticed.

“Y/N, are you ok honey?” You smiled at her and nodded.

“Just a contraction. I’m okay.” Her jaw dropped.

“No ma’am. We are getting you to the hospital. Hey Henry? Can you pack up your ruck sack for me? We need to get Y/N somewhere, I think you might get to meet your little sibling today!” Henry instantly smiled and was frantically picking up. He walked next to you as Garcia took you downstairs. You called JJ as soon as you go into the car.

“Hey baby, you ok?” JJ questioned.

“No. I’m not. JJ you need to get on the jet and get down here now.” You yelled. The pain was starting to kick your ass.

“What? Y/N, what’s happening?” Garcia took the phone and put it on speaker.

“Hi JJ, you’re on speaker with Henry in the car. I am driving Y/N to the hospital, she was starting to have contractions and on our way out her water broke.” You heard JJ audibly gasp before hearing her yell at Hotch. She was screaming at him to get her on the jet which calmed you down surprisingly.

She stayed on the phone with you the entire time you drove to the hospital but you hung up when you got there. They got you into a room where you sat with Garcia and Henry until Will came to pick him up. Your labor was long, thankfully, so JJ was there for the birth of your daughter. The first time you held her, neither of you could take you eyes off of her.

“Do you have any name ideas?” JJ asked. You looked up and smiled for a moment before turning back to your daughter.

“I was thinking Rosaline.” You thought back to your wedding night. To your bestfriends speech before she left to go to London.

“Rosaline Emily Jareau.” You smiled and nodded.

“Hi Rosaline. We’re your moms.”

The introductions of your daughter was sweet. Hotch was asked to be her godfather and Emily her godmother. Garcia spoiled her rotten with gifts. Spencer eventually taught her new fun things. Derek taught her how to play softball and JJ taught her soccer. Rossi also spoiled her with love and gifts. When Emily got back she tried to teach her how to weald a gun, that however didn’t last long. Even as the team spilt apart, they all were there for her. You couldn’t ask for a better family.

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potassium-pilot · 3 years

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Prompt 24: Illustrious

“Is it done, Alphinaud?” Dia pestered excitedly.

“No, it is not.”

She waited for approximately five seconds before asking again, “How about now?”

“Do you really want me to rush through this?”

“You’re the Artist Alphinaud, I am your assistant; what else can I do if not make sure you finish?”

“Will you ever let go of that?”

“Never.”

Alphinaud sighed defeatedly and continued his drawing. He was commissioned to create a current portrait of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn to hang in the Solar. To their relief, he had everyone’s figures wrote to memory and therefore, did not require them to pose. That in mind, Dia couldn’t help but be a shadow to the boy, watching his artistry at work. The Warrior of Light was many things; an artist, she was not. It seemed the act of using a paintbrush did not come with the same ease as using a sewing needle, or a cooking utensil.

In the middle stood what he believed looked like himself holding a carbuncle while Alisaie stood on his right side at roughly the same height with her rapier held out in front of her. Dia towered behind him carrying Tataru on her shoulders (at her behest) with Thancred on her left with his arms crossed, Y’shtola on her right with a cane being wielded, Urianger on Thancred’s left with a book in hand, G’raha between Alphinaud and Alisaie with a big grin on his face, and Krile in front of Y’shtola to the left of Alphinaud leaning up against him.

“All right, I’m not done, but what do you think so far, Dia?” She scrambled from the Solar door to the desk to look it over with enthusiasm. “Ahh, I love it so far! Why’d you make yourself so short though?”

“What do you mean?”

“Alphinaud, you’re not that small. You almost made yourself into a lalafell compared to me.”

“It feels accurate to me…after all, ‘tis no secret I’m of a smaller stature in comparison to many of you.”

“Smaller stature, sure, but you’re not miniature. Give yourself more credit.” He shook his head before she inquired, “And where’s Estinien?”

“Oh…”

“What?”

“He…told me not to draw him…”

If her eyes could turn red in fury like Nidhogg, they would have in that very moment. “Give me but a moment, Alphinaud…” she told him quietly. She turned away from the smaller elezen and exited out the door in a seemingly calm manner, concealing her fury.

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Estinien, Thancred, and Urianger enjoyed a cup of coffee in the lobby.

“So you sort of just…wait for an assignment?” Estinien confirmed. The other two nodded. “Frankly, it’s been a bit more trouble to have the patience recently, particularly since our last assignment wasn’t exactly taken by choice”, Thancred stated.

“Indeed. Though we only aged some few moons in the Source, our souls hath lived on for years in the First, and kept us all plenty occupied, particularly when our friend finally arrived”, Urianger affirmed. Estinien made a hum. “What did you do while waiting before?”

“Oh”, Thancred began nervously, “Nothing too unusual. We just took our rest, did something leisurely, enjoyed ourselves whilst we waited.”

“Is that what thou calleth courting several maidens at once?”

Thancred scowled at Urianger while Estinien made a slight smile at the remark. Suddenly, Thancred and Urianger made horrified faces and scattered from their positions, abandoning Estinien to his fate: a furious Warrior of Light, wearing a look she wore when she killed gods.

“Do you want to explain your thought process here?” Dia confronted him.

“You’re under the assumption that I care to explain anything.”

“Look, I get you that you like to work alone; frankly, it’s understandable in a way. Twelve knows half the work I do needs to be done alone, lest anyone without the Echo be tempered, but I have news for you: you are not alone anymore!”

He growled, “I still don’t know what you’re talking about.” She placed her face in her palm, then explained annoyedly, “The portrait, Estinien.”

“By the Fury, you’re angry with me about that?”

“Yes, yes I am.”

“It’s a bleeding portrait. What does it matter?”

“It matters, Estinien! It matters a lot to me, to Alphinaud, to quite a few of us.”

His face betrayed his befuddlement. Not having been a Scion for very long, her irritation seemed misplaced.

“That portrait’s not my place”, he attempted to explain, “And quite frankly, I don’t understand why you all so desperately want this portrait in the first place.”

“We want to commemorate our little family.”

“This isn’t my family. It never was.”

“Never?” she repeated incredulously.

He raised an eyebrow at her tone.

“Estinien, Alphinaud fought for you after your possession by Nidhogg. I fought for you. When everyone seemed intent on killing you, even yourself, we did everything we could to keep you alive. We even entreated Hraesvelgr to help us save you when Aymeric seemed content with just stopping Nidhogg at any cost. Then you go and follow us through Gyr Abania, to the point where you even pushed back an Ascian in the body of Zenos yae Galvus, and pulled my comatose body out of a battlefield and back to the front. And on top of that, you helped take out Black Rose facilities for us while the rest of us were off in another world. You mean to tell me that meant nothing?!”

Estinien blinked.

“Guess what, dragon boy? You were a Scion before you even offered your lance!”

He looked away to the floor, pondering her words, irritated by the nickname.

“Don’t call me ‘dragon boy’…” he snapped.

“That’s what you’re taking from this?”

He remained silent, still thinking through. What in hells had he done? What did he get himself into? He let out a frustrated breath and walked away. She watched him get away from her in disbelief, and followed him as he aimed for the Solar.

Estinien opened the door and called, “Alphinaud?”

The young elezen looked up and away from his efforts. “Yes, Estinien?” The dragoon hesitated, then begrudgingly ordered, “…put me in your damn portrait.”

Dia flashed a huge grin, and Alphinaud’s eyes lit up in excitement. “I’ll do just that! Thankfully, I was still sketching, so I can find a way to add you.”

“Hm…good, I guess.” He closed the door behind him and glared at Dia, still chipper from his agreement. “You’re a pain in my side, Dia Sito.”

“You have to be to do what I do. Thank you, Estinien. He’s a great artist; he’ll do you justice.” He shook his head and stomped off while Dia hurried back inside the Solar.

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A bell had passed since Estinien agreed to be in the portrait. Making sure he wasn’t followed, he quietly slipped into the Solar where Alphinaud continued his work unabated. He sat down in front of the young artist and bade him, “How goes the portrait?”

“Quite well, all things considered. I did have to remake the idea a bit, but overall, I’m quite pleased with how it turned out.”

“I see.” The dragoon shuffled in his chair for a moment, unsure how to phrase his next question. “Alphinaud…you are doing this of your own free will, correct?” He brought his attention from his work to the question brought before him. “Of course I am”, he answered incredulously.

“You’re sure, Alphinaud?”

“I am. Why do you ask?”

“I want to make sure this is something that you truly wish to do. Dia has a tendency to be a bit dramatic as I’ve recently learned.”

“Fear not, Estinien. I’m under no influence but mine own.”

Estinien let out a long breath and asked, “I know her reasons, but what of yours? What does obsessing over a painting get you?”

Alphinaud smiled at him. “I get a chance to relax.”

“Really?”

“I do. The past few times I’ve drawn, ‘twas out of necessity in order to locate our missing comrades or to gain entry into forbidden cities. This isn’t like that at all. Despite our friend’s being a bit more enthusiastic than I’m used to, I feel no pressure.”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself at the very least, Alphinaud. But is that the only reason why?”

Alphinaud brought his gaze back to the portrait. In particular, he focused on the outlines of two people; Dia and Estinien.

“When I lost command of the Crystal Braves…when I heard that everyone I knew had been lost to that bloody banquet, all I felt was hopelessness. I felt stuck in a dark abyss, where nothing could see me nor pull me from it’s shackles. That’s what I earned for dehumanizing those who would help me, for seeing them all as pawns in my game to unite Eorzea.

Then Dia pulled me out of it. So did Tataru and Haurchefant.

Despite everything I ever thought of her, despite the way I would send her out as though she were my trusty god-slayer from my toolbelt, she stood with me, and helped me find a new home. Had she not saved Haurchefant’s friend from the Inquisition, and slayed Shiva, and the dragon that threatened the gates of Ishgard, we would not have found refuge within it’s walls.

After everything that came of our tenure in Ishgard, the Scions became something different. Especially now that my blood family has forsaken me, the bonds I’ve formed with my comrades became a great source of comfort to me. Everyone has their reasons for why the Scions are their home. If we wish to commemorate that with a painting, I see no reason not to oblige.”

Estinien didn’t usually pry into this sort of business; that was Aymeric’s domain. Yet, he did find himself in a better understanding of Alphinaud after that. He met the boy when he was still so immature, inexperienced in many things that were obvious to him growing up with Ser Alberic. It was interesting to hear how he changed, and what he missed.

“So this truly is more than just Dia’s will being imposed on others, then.”

“Dia’s not wont to impose her will onto others. She merely expressed a wish that the rest of the Scions shared, myself included.” Alphinaud raised an eyebrow. “Now that I think of it…I’m not entirely sure what her will is on a normal day. What does she want?”

“I have no idea. Perhaps it’s best for that to remain her business, hm?”

“When this is all over, and the Final Days are halted, I mean to express my sincere gratitude to her in any way I can.”

“Heh. Good luck with that”, Estinien commented as he rose from his chair. “Well, I won’t pry from your work any longer. Keep at it, Alphinaud.”

“I will, Estinien, thank you.”

The dragoon turned away and left through the door to the Solar. Alphinaud returned his full focus to the portrait.

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The days passed while Alphinaud took his time to focus on the painting. The Solar was nearly forbidden territory, with the exception of Dia, who nobody would dare try to stop. After nearly a week’s worth of effort, Dia finally opened the door, and approached her fellow Scions.

“If any of you would like to view the portrait and help us decide where to place it, that would be most welcome”, Dia announced to the group as they sat in the lobby. All but Estinien rose from their chairs and walked towards the Solar.

“That means you too, Estinien.”

“Your suggestion is noted.”

“Get in here, or I’m telling Alphinaud to put it on your bed.”

He stood up reluctantly and followed her into the Solar, where they beheld the group fawning over the portrait. Estinien and Dia looked to each other, Dia wearing a smile on her face, Estinien his usual stoic look. He slowly walked towards the portrait to join the group.

For the most part, the positions of everyone stayed the same with one notable exception; Estinien stood between Dia and Thancred with a smirk and with his hand placed on Alphinaud’s head.

“I’m glad he took my suggestion and made himself taller”, Dia mused. Estinien tore his eyes away from the painting and looked to Dia. “Didn’t he do a good job with you, Estinien?” He nodded, “Aye, he did.” He brought his attention back to his portrait self.

Is that how he sees me, he thought.

“All right, now the question remains: where do we place it?” Alphinaud asked the group.

Everyone took a moment to think. “What about up there?” Estinien suggested, pointing to a spot above the desk…the spot that once held Tupsimati. Most of the group shifted uncomfortably with the exception of G’raha and Dia.

“Well…” Alphinaud started.

“I think it’s a good idea,” Dia defended. The group made faces of disbelief towards her. “Look, I will never forget Louisoix, nor will I forget Moenbryda’s sacrifice. But that spot is perfect. Anytime we walk in, we’ll see us hanging there proudly. After all, Tupsimati’s not hung there in how many moons now. Why don’t we use that spot to honor a new legacy?”

The Scions considered her words. “Did I touch upon something sensitive?” Estinien whispered to Dia. “‘Tis a long story. You did nothing wrong”, she whispered back to him.

“All right. Perhaps it would be better for us all to let our own story be told. After all, we saved not just one world, but two. That should be worth a nice spot, don’t you think?” Thancred reasoned. The group nodded.

“Allow me”, offered G’raha. He took out his staff and levitated the portrait from it’s spot. Y’shtola took out her cane and prepared a nail for the painting to hang upon. The two combined their efforts, and in a matter of minutes, the portrait hanged proudly in the very same spot Louisoix’s legacy once stood, the legacy that Dia had unfortunately sacrificed along with Moenbryda in her attempt to destroy Nabriales.

“There. I like it there quite a bit”, Dia complimented. “Thank you, G’raha, Y’shtola.”

“Of course. Now would you care to explain to me why that spot seemed to cause discomfort?” G’raha questioned.

Dia smiled. “I owe you two an explanation, it would seem.”

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bonny-kookoo · 4 years

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Bittersweet (JJK x Reader) ☕️💜🔞

🍪 Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

🍪 Genre: Barista!AU, Mutual pining, smut because this is my content we’re talking about

🍪 Warnings: mentions of sickness, mentions of vomiting, best boi Koo, coffee puns, casual y’all during sex, protected sex because we have our lives under control in this household, overstimulation, rough! Koo, spanking (like..once), doggy-style because why not, reader rides Koo for a moment before he takes the upper hand again, they’re just being a mess ok

🍪 Summary: every day she’s his favorite costumer. So when she’s suddenly absent; what’s he supposed to do without any way to contact her?

Jungkooks eyes began to sparkle as she stepped inside, wrapped up in a fluffy brown jacket, a scarf around her neck.

His scarf to be exact.

Now, they both weren't a couple- but close enough. He'd given her his scarf the day before as she'd forgotten hers at home; and due to the cold weather outside, he'd immediately gotten concerned over her health. He knew that she hated the cold- so he'd gifted his own protection against the harsh wind outside to her, uncaring about himself in that moment.

It gave him a weird sense of pride knowing that she wore it still. And as she stepped closer, Jungkook had already prepared her usual order- never forgetting to include her favorite cookies, a thing he'd memorized by now. She never quite drank coffee, but more like, milk and sugar with a drop of coffee. His coworker, Jin, had made fun of it several times in the past; he'd always stepped in however, as soon as he could see how embarrassed she got.

"Oh?" He asked, as he noticed her red nose and glossy eyes. "Are you okay?" He asked, and she giggled before coughing. He furrowed his brows. Hopefully she didn't want to go to work like that- but by now he knew her well enough to have a very big suspicion that that was exactly her plan for the day.

She rolled her eyes playfully. "Oh hey what's brewing? Looking good yourself, thanks for the compliment-" She said, trying to laugh but coughing again. "Hey look, I kind of wanted to return your scarf, but I also don't want to share my bacteria with you so- is it okay if I keep it for a bit?" She said, voice a bit muffled due to her facemask. He nodded, a slight pout on his lips.

"I know you're gonna go to work but-" He said, placing her order on the counter for her to take, as she placed down the money he took. "Can you at least go home a bit earlier? You really do look not so good." He said, doe-eyes growing a bit pleading at her as she sighed.

"I'll try, okay?" She said, and he nodded. Technically he'd ask her to promise, but he also knew how headstrong she was. The fact that she aknowledged his request was good enough for now.

"Okay." He said, smiling a bit as he waved from behind the counter as she left. "Take care!" He called out as she still waved, almost tripping over the small step outside the door as he chuckled, turning to the next costumer.

She wasn't there the next day.

Typically he should not get too worried about it, but as the week passed, she still didn't show up. A coworker of hers couldn't tell him either what was going on; only that she wasn't at work either.

So she was probably at home resting. Hopefully.

"...kook. Jungkook!" Jin called out, saving his younger coworker from spilling hot milk all over his hand. "Okay, spill the beans loverboy." He sternly said as he took him to the side, the cafe calm and almost empty as they were close to closing time. Jungkook sighed as he ran a hand over his face, groaning for a moment.

"I'm worried!" He exclaimed, no need to say out loud who he was talking about. "I know that she's an independent adult person who can surely take care of herself but what if something happened? What if she's at home too sick to take care of herself? Jin during the entire time she came here, she never missed an entire week!" He explained in pout as he let himself flop down on one of the small chairs. Seokjin sighed, before he looked at the clock.

"Go. I'll wrap things up today." He said, as Jungkook furrowed his brows. Even if he went home now, that didn't help his situation at all! "I'll give you her number and you can call her-" He started, as Jungkook suddenly jumped up.

"You have her number?! Why didn't you tell me?" He yelled, absolutely scandalized by this.

Seokjin threw his hands up in defeat. "Okay slow down, first of all you never asked. Second of all she told me not to!" He said, and Jungkooks look shifted. He suddenly didn't look offended anymore- he looked hurt. Betrayed almost.

"Why.?" He asked, now way quieter.

Jin sighed. "She wanted you to ask for it instead." He answered, and Jungkook threw his head back again, groaning as Jin laughed. "Give me your phone.." He said, taking the device from him and putting in her contact info. "There you go. Use protection kid!" He called after Jungkook, who'd immediately grabbed his phone and ran out, putting on his coat on his way.

The older one simply shook his head, smiling.

"..yeah?" The very tired voice of hers answered as Jungkook sat up straighter on his couch.

"H-Hey its Jungkook! You know, Kookie, the barista who puts in vanilla sugar instead of the lame stuff?" He said, and suddenly a laugh reached his ear, making him involuntarily smile. "Hey, I.. you didn't show up the entire week and it made me kind of worry so, I wanted to ask if you're good?" He asked, shyness slowly dying down.

Her voice sounded strained. "Yeah yeah, just great-" She said, before coughing. "Okay yeah no. Have you ever needed to sneeze but you couldnt?" She asked, and he hummed a reply, agreeing that he indeed had been in that situation before. "I feel absolutely like I'm gonna, you know, throw up, but I can't." She groaned, and his brows furrowed at that.

"I promise I don't try to be creepy here but-" He started, as he looked at his dog, peacefully sleeping next to him on the couch. "Can you give me your address maybe so I can come over? I- Listen I'm super worried, and no one should be left alone when sick." He said, and wondered if he was overstepping a line. Until he heard some shuffling, and a jingling sound.

"I'll text it to you, k? I uh.. unlocked the door now because I sure as hell won't be getting up anymore today." She said, as he chuckled.

"Oh, so you're gonna make me your maid?" He asked, and she giggled.

"Thats the plan Kookie."

"Y/N?" He called, without getting an answer. He thought about it, before trying a second attempt. "Midget!"

The answer was almost instantly. "The fuck do you mean Mid-" She tried, before coughing.

Jungkook walked inside the bedroom after searching for a moment, looking at her with a pitiful smile as he leaned against the doorframe. If she wasn't feeling so absolutely disgusting in that moment, she would've whistled at his way different outfit. After all, she mainly only saw him in his regular work attire; the black button up and ripped jeans he sported now a complete one-eighty to that. He looked so much more mature like that- now actually giving away that he was a bit older than her. Did he always have such a defined jawline? He could definitely cut a bitch with that-

Wow, exit was three miles ago.

"Done staring sugar?" He asked, and she only groaned, burying herself deeper into her massive mountain of blankets as he chuckled. "Alright. I'm gonna carry you into the living room, because I wont be spending my time in your stuffy bedroom." He said, making her giggle as she peeked out of her makeshift burrito.

"You won't?" She asked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively before sneezing into the blankets, making him chuckle again.

"You're sick, so no." He said, and she suddenly yelped as he leaned down to pick her up. "What?" He asked with wide eyes.

"I'm sick!"

"So?"

"I'm sick."

"Heard that before." He said, crossing his arms in front of his chest. She swallowed a bit at that because- was that a tattoo staring at her? Why did she never notice his hand was inked?! She shook her head, to focus again. "You'll get sick too!" She explained, before he scoffed.

"It's not like I'm licking your face sugar, now stop being difficult." He said, as he picked her up, blankets and everything included as he carried her back, placing her onto her couch before he squatted down in front of her face. "I'm gonna heat up some soup, and you'll eat something alright?" He said, and she shook her head.

"I'm gonna throw it up." She said, a pout evident. She didn't want his hard work to simply go down the drain- quite literally.

"That's okay." He answered, as she furrowed her brows. "You probably can't throw up because you haven't eaten. People typically feel better after vomiting so it's okay. Win win situation, really." He said as if it wasn't a huge deal.

"It's gross though." She mumbled.

"It happens." He said back, as he placed the white plastic bag on her kitchen counter, filling some of the soup from the plastic container into a small bowl he had a bit of issues finding, before he heated it up in her microwave. He was absolutely terrified of using them usually, making her laugh at him every time someone brought it up, but this time he didn't care much. "Here, let me help." He hummed, as he placed the bowl and a spoon on the small coffee table in front of her couch, helping her sit up properly. "Slowly, okay? You don't need to finish it, just a bit at a time alright sugar?" He requested, and she nodded, watching him as he sat down next to her, bowl on his thigh while he blew on the spoon, careful to cool the liquid food down before offering it. She kept her eyes on his focused face as she opened her lips, accepting it as he gently smiled. "There we go. Hope it doesn't suck, Jin says I can't cook for shit." He said with a chuckle.

"Doesn't matter, I can't taste much anyways." She shrugged, as he offered another small spoonful.

He snorted a bit as he kept himself concentrated. "Well I guess I'll just have to get you better, and cook for you when your tastebuds work again." He decided, as she smiled.

"Huh?" He noticed, as the small form of her whizzed past him, practically throwing open the bathroom door before he heard her. He dried his hands, sighing as he went inside the bathroom, spotting her leaning over the toilet bowl, gripping it with pale hands. "Oh sugar." He hummed, before he squatted next to her, a comforting hand running over her back as the other gathered her hair, holding it away from her face. He hushed her the best he could, a bit of helplessness seeping into his mind as he watched her struggle. She leaned her head on the side of the bowl for a moment, breathing heavily with closed eyes. Jungkook reached for a piece of toilet paper, wiping her mouth before he continued his gentle caressing of her back. "Better?" He asked, and she nodded, before opening her eyes, tearing up. "Whats wrong?" He asked, as he helped her sit, flushing the toilet.

"I hate this." She said, angrily wiping her eyes.

"Everyone gets sick." He said with a slight smile, searching for toothpaste as he prepared everything for her to get the taste off of her tongue.

"Thats not what I meant." She mumbled, as he looked at her. "I hate that you see me like this. I'm disgusting and a walking piece of dead meat at this point, radiating germs." She huffed, as he went down in front of her, pointing her toothbrush at her lips as she opened them almost automatically. He smiled at her reaction, placing the brush inside her mouth as she took over, lazily brushing her teeth.

"I think you're still pretty." He said, as she looked at him with an unamused look in her eyes. "I feel good that you let me take care of you like this. It feels nice that you let me see you like that." He explained, as he helped her up to walk towards the sink, turning on the water as she rinsed her mouth. "I don't like you any less, of you're worried about that." He said, and she almost choked on the water inside her mouth.

She knew he liked her, romantically, yet he'd never openly said it.

"I know its a bit sudden, but I've been pretty obvious." He said, as he wiped her mouth with a towel, before smiling at her.

"If I wasn't sick right now I'd be all cliche and kiss you right now, but I can't." She said, pouting a bit as he chuckled, kissing his two fingers before placing them onto her lips.

"Indirect kiss then."

"Okay but espresso is absolutely disgusting." She said, leaning over the counter to grab a mini cookie, before yelping as Jungkook playfully slapped her hands.

"Everyone can decide for themselves, first of all, and stop stealing shit." He said as he pointed at her, gasping scandalized as she teasingly tried to bite his finger. "Really now?" He asked, and she laughed.

"Okay kids, be disgusting somewhere else please!" Seokjin yelled, grabbing Jungkook by his apron as he pushed him into the backroom, telling him to change and go home. "Yoongi and I will close up today." He said to the young girl waiting, as she nodded.

"Alright sugar, lets go and be disgusting!" Jungkook exclaimed as he emerged from the backroom, now dressed in familiar all black attire, as he scooped her up, making her laugh as they both walked out of the cafe, towards his car.

"I want you to move in with me." He said between huffs of breaths as she mewled underneath him, body shaking with every encounter with his thrusting hips. She nodded as she smiled when he leaned down to kiss her collarbone, hand running over her breasts as he teasingly pinched a nipple between his fingers.

"You'll- urgh-" She groaned, as he bit the skin. "You'll have to carry my shit though." She pressed out, as he laughed at that, leaning back as he expertly angled his hips to hit her sweet spot deep inside, making her arch her back.

"Ah- that's fine with m..me!" He stuttered as he began to put more force into his movements, sacrificing speed for strength as she hummed in delight underneath him, grabbing the pillow above her head as she started to grow restless. "You gonna cum sugar? Nice and hard?" He asked playfully as he moved his hand over her exposed clit, fingers rubbing over the sensitive bundle of nerves as she gasped in pleasure, thighs suddenly shaking as she came, clenching around him. "Hm, good girl." He hummed, before she huffed, suddenly squirming before she squealed, wetness escaping her as he chuckled, sight enough to send him over the edge as well. "There we go, giving me a show aren't you sugar?" He said, voice hoarse as he let himself lean over her again, before she suddenly grinned up at him, pulling him down and shoving a bit to get him to lay down, suddenly above him as she sunk down on his still sensitive cock.

He laghed and choked up as she continued to ride him, her own second orgasm approaching as he squeezed his eyes shut. "God- good god ah!" He yelled out between laughter at the way he could feel his own legs tremble, unsure if what he was feeling was torture of absolute heaven. "Pl-Please God, Baby you're-" He pressed out, gasping as he suddenly felt himself close to a second orgasm as well. "You're gonna kill me you fucking demon!" He exclaimed, roughly turning her around as he pulled her legs against her stomach again, thrusting with newfound strength, as she giggled and squealed. "That's what you wanted?" He asked between gritted teeth as she pressed her eyes close. "Little demon can't get enough of this dick?" He teased as she nodded, now desperately racing towards her release as he suddenly slipped out of her, adjusting the condom with a trembling hand as he manhandles her laughing body onto her stomach, pulling on her lower half as he slipped inside her wet cunt from behind, bringing his inked hand down onto her butt with a loud slap for good measure as she whined. "Oh now you're complaining? Should've known what-" He groaned out in between his words as he grabbed her thighs, pulling her against his relentless hips as she moaned out into the pillow below her. "-Should've know what you got yourself into." He finished, before she arched her back again, reaching behind her to push him off as her eyes teared up from overstimulation. As he saw her painful expression he immediately pulled out of her, pulling the condom off of his erection as he desperately pumped his length, finishing in small spurts on the arch of her back before they both collapsed, breathing heavily.

"Okay, I loved every second of it sugar but-" He exclaimed breathless, as she cuddled up next to him, throwing a leg over his body as he laughed. "What the fuck was that?"

But she simply giggled, mind still too hazy to form any words.

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got-any-references · 4 years

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What are your fav beetlebabes headcanons? Also, love your stuff <3

Thank you <3. And thank you for the wait cause oh boy if I don’t answer this ask with a ridiculous amount of art how will I live?

*Digging out the dust covered manuscript that is my nonexistent Beetlebabes fic from under the floorboards* It’s showtime.

So...Lydia is the one who falls first. She is about 17 or 18 at the time, so this is very much an “I have a teen crush on someone I am not supposed to” type of deal. Honestly they fell in love with each other way before that but like, platonically

Beej is...horribly oblivious XD. Honestly its for the best because Lydia spends the better part of her pre-college summer freaking about because any time her best friend walks in the door her heart wants to go bull-riding in her chest and if she actually has to confront her feelings she might just explode.

Then, just before Lydia was supposed to go away to college, Beetlejuice...disappears. He leaves a note, saying he’ll be back, but weeks turn into months, months turn into a year, and no one either in the living world or the netherworld has seen a hair of him. Lydia goes through college without really knowing what to do with herself, missing what was probably the closest person in her life. She graduates with a journalism degree and a minor in photography. She works for a newspaper as an investigative journalist before breaking off over less than great circumstances and going off on her own.

She’s 25 when she establishes herself as a pivate eye, with an enormous amount of anonymous sources being dead people. Also, this takes place in New York City.

(Yes she absolutely does exorcisms on the side).

She’s following a rather stange missing persons case when one of her sources points to a run down establishment that is 100% totally haunted. Except when she goes there she doesn’t find any ghosts, but rather

Beetlejuice. And he looks awful. And very much human.

Lydia: You look like hell.

Beej: Yeah, I just got back.

...

Beej: Also I’ma pass out now so you better catch me.

So he crashes at Lydia’s place, and the whole thing turns into solving the crime as well as Beej’s mysterious aquirement of a beating heart and working lungs. He doesn’t remember how that’s happened, only now everything is Too Much with Too Many Feelings. Speaking of feelings, you bet your ass there is PINING. SO much pining. Lydia’s best friend comes back and suddenly those feelings she’d dismissed as a stupid teenage crush come FLOODING BACK.

While Lydia’s internally feaking out over her feelings (it's totally normal and platonic to wanna kiss your best friend while he sleeps, right??), Beetlejuice is, you guessed it, totally oblivious! To his own feelings especially! All he knows is that it's his best friend only now she seems like a completely different person, and hot. She is now hot. His mad respect for Lydia makes him bury that thought deep, deep down. Also the whole marriage deal is a source on bad memories for both of them and he doesn’t wanna ruin the only good thing he’s ever had and-

Anyway, more pining:

Lydia’s feelings bring out resentment, too. She hates that Beej calls her kid, because that means he still sees her as one, and her ego and her desire for him make her want him to see her, the woman who's seen some real shit in the name of finding the truth, who can take care of herself, and who is very different from that angsty 15 year old girl on the roof.

It all comes ahead to a big confrontation where Lydia is shot, and Beetlejuice has to drag her to the hospital without any knowledge of how human bodies work and he has no magic so he can’t help her-

The hospital needs to know his relationship to her when they take her away, and Beetlejuice knows they wont let him in unless he’s close family so he is blurts out: “Husband. Yeah, I’m her...husband.”

Lydia wakes up with a patched up hole in her side and Beetlejuice clinging to her hand. She’s happy she’s alive, but also angry, because she could have avoided all of this. She was competent enough to not need anyone to rescue her.

She wants to get back on the case as soon as possible, she found the key lead, but Beej doesn’t wanna hear it, cause he saw way too much of her blood and he’s not big on how human bodies work, but he's pretty sure that shit’s supposed to stay inside. They’re arguing when the nurse comes in and adresses him as “Mr. Deetz.”

Lydia snatches the clipboard away, sees that he’s told them she’s his wife, and is livid. Because crush or not the wedding thing had a whole lot of baggage she does not want to unpack. She has to confront the fact that her feelings are for someone who manipulated her into marriage at 15 and who she’s not supposed to see in that way but she does anyway.

And Beej, a dumbass but also angry cause she almost died out of a stupid reckless mistake is like: "Why are you all mad? It was a green card thing. It's not like it means anything." And that gets Lyds even more upset, with him cause he's an idiot, and with herself because she's still pining for someone who, she thinks, still sees her as a child.

Lyds, getting her coat: "Fuck off."

BJ: "Kid-"

Lydia: "Stop calling me that! I haven't been a child since my mother died. I haven't been a child since you showed up! I haven't been a child since I've started this, since I moved here, since the first asshole tried to kill me. I've been through literal hell and I've had to pull myself out of it all on my own because I was still here and you left."

There's a beat of silence as Lydia realizes what she just said.

Lydia: "And that's fine. Because I don't need you. I don't need anyone. You taught me that, at least." She yanks her coat onto her shoulders and turns to go.

BJ, quietly, but its clear he's angry: "Do you think I wanted to leave?"

Lydia: "I don't know what you wanted. Do you even know what you wanted?" She pauses at the door, turns to him. "Do you know what you want, Betelgeuse?"

BJ: "I-"

He stops. He can't look her in the eye anymore. You. I want you. Lydia scoffs, turns to go.

BJ: "Lydia, wait-"

Lydia: "Fuck. Off."

She leaves, and he just stands there, floored by his too little too late realization. Lydia thinks the best thing to do after leaving the hospital with a bullet hole in her side and hopped up on painkillers is to go get drunk! Self-preservation? None

Beetlejuice finally finds her drunk off her ass and suddenly in a great mood. He grabs her under the arms like "Whelp. Time to go."

Lydia: "Nooo come on-"

BJ: "Aren't you on hospital drugs? Doesn't that shit kill you breathers if you mix it all up?"

Lydia: ":D I stopped taking them :'D it hurts like a bitch."

BJ: "I guess I have the shared braincell now. Okay, time to go."

He manages to get her in the car without incident, but when he gets in the driver's seat suddenly Lydia's all over him.

BJ, with a lap full of drunk Lydia: "What. What are you doing."

Lydia: "Beeetlejuice."

BJ: "Yeees?"

Lydia, smiling all dopey as she cups his cheeks: "Beeetlejuuuice."

BJ: "What"

Lydia's finger hovers over his nose, as if to boop him. He closes his eyes. And suddenly her lips are on his. She tastes like alcohol and hospital food and as she pulls away he can't think. Then she starts laughing. "Ha! Gotchaaa! Classic Bait and Switch!"

And he’s pissed.

BJ: "Ha. Ha. Good one, Lyds."

He dumps her out of his lap and into the passenger seat. Lydia blinks in confusion. Now she's cold. She wants to ask, but her mental faculties aren't all with her at the moment. He drives them home and helps her up the stairs before dumping her onto her bed. "Well. Bye." Lydia scrambles up the bed. The car ride gave her enough time to be at least a bit sober, and everything before getting here is blurry. "Where are you going?" Beetlejuice turns around, the widest smile on his face. She's confused for a moment before she realizes he's vibrating with rage. "Ya said you want me gone? Great! You don't need me, you can do your weird little suicidal quest thing yourself!" Lydia looks lost. They had a fight but she'd rarely seen him this angry. "If its about the thing at the hospital, I didn't- I didn't mean it-"

Beetlejuice: "Really? You'd think you'd be glad to have me gone. Why would you want a creep like me around? The whole marriage thing didn't just disappear, after all! Great to know you can still pull one on me, huh?"

Lydia: "Pull what, Beetlejuice-"

She remembers, hazily, the car ride.

They stare at each other for a moment Beej is breathing heavily, he's not used to living person emotions, ones you can feel with your whole body instead of just as an abstract thing, but its clear he's holding back

Lydia: "I wasn't-"

Beej: "You weren't what?"

Lydia (quietly): "It wasn't a joke."

The angry grin slips off Beej's face. He suddenly looks very, very tired. She might have believed just now that he'd lived for millennia.

Beej: “Why are you doin' this, Lyds? Did you know the whole damn time? It's not like I was gonna do anything, I just thought- I just-”

Lydia suddenly realizes that they are having two different conversations. And something else. She looks away, trying to wrap her head around it, and Beetlejuice doesn't read it correctly. He turns to go.

Lydia: “Wait!”

She jumps off the bed, feeling the whole world tip over slightly, still drunk, and stumbled over to him. He catches her instinctively as she grips his forearms for support.

Lydia: “Beej. Beej, look at me.”

She takes his face in her hands, and turns it toward her. He looks so lost, like one word from her might actually break him. She'd only seen that look on his face once before, and she never wants to again.

Lydia takes a breath.

Lydia: “Beetlejuice, I-”

Aaand then she throws up all over his shoes.

She doesn't quite remember what happened next, only that she was in the bathroom, leaning against the door, the toilet was flushed, she was sweating, and he wasn't there.

Lydia: “Beej?”

Beetlejuice (through the door): “...hi”

Lydia: “What-”

BJ: “-happened? Well, that's a story!”

His voice sounds cheerful, but it’s shaking slightly

BJ: “First ya threw up all over us both! then that little experiment of yours with mixing the meds went off, and you started babbling about...rocks? Then we got here, you heaved out the rest of your insides, and then ya kicked me out and said you were gonna shower, and now we're sitting here, so, yeah”

Lydia: “...Are you still covered in puke?”

BJ:”...yeah”

Lydia: “...sorry?”

BJ: “Pshh, what's a best friend if ya can't throw up on 'im a couple times.”

They both fall silent

Beetlejuice (quietly): “Lyds, do ya still want me here?”

...

Lydia takes the time to find the words. Want him here? After everything, he was still asking that question. Did he still think, after all this time, that she'd throw him out at the smallest inconvenience? Would he ever stop thinking that way? Why did he think so now? Was it because he- Because he-

Lydia: “I love you.”

The other side of the door is silent.

Lydia: “I love your stupid laugh. You sound like a fucking cartoon villain, its so fucking obnoxious. I love your jokes, all of them, even the shitty ones- you always look so god damn proud when you say them.”

Is she crying? She tries to wipe at her face, but the tears keep coming.

Lydia: “I loved you since that last day on the roof, and when you left-”

Her throat closes up. She chokes back on her tears, she has to finish it, he has to hear it.

Lydia: “When you left I thought I might die again.”

Lydia: “I kept seeing things, dumb branding on cereal boxes, that shitty college play I went to, my first client, and I kept thinking aw, Beej would have a field day with this one. I thought about what you'd say. You were like a voice I couldn't scrape out of my head, I thought I was going crazy, I thought I'd imagined it all, some lonely little girl with no life or friends, needing someone to talk to- But you'd been real, and then you were just gone- “

The words dissolve in her throat as she sobs, pulling her knees up to her chest. She feels like a child now. She feels more childlike than she had at 15. She’s clinging to a scrap of hope she doesn’t have a right to demand from him. And yet he'd said-

Lydia: “I love you. Please, don't leave.”

They sit is silence for a while. Lydia tries to stop crying. Then, quietly from the other side of the door:

BJ: “You know what I thought when I first saw you?”

Lydia: “Here’s a suicidal teen haha what a riot?”

BJ: “What? No, not then. Like now.”

Lydia: “Oh. What?”

BJ: “I thought wow, who the hell is that and why is she so dang hot?”

Lydia laughs.

BJ: “And then I thought oh God that’s Lydia.”

Something in his voice makes her pause. Maybe it’s the strange fear that she feels coming from him.

BJ: “It’s like, you’re Lydia, and I don’t know shit about you! You’re the same person, but you’re a stranger to me. Lyds, do you know how fucking terrifying that is? You’re someone I never got to know because of a shitty decision I don’t even remember making.”

he falls silent. She can hear the pain in his voice. And something else. Longing.

Beetlejuice: “I’d like to.”

Lydia opens the door. Beetlejuice scrables up, only for her to throw her arms around him.

They figure it out. It’s a slowburn 200k fic that I’ll never write so it takes a while for them to actually kiss, or do anything more, but they get there.

This turned out...ridiculously long XD. I don’t know what you meant by “headcanons”, exactly, but have this instead.

Thanks for the ask!

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Chapter 35 - Not everyone fancies Jazz.

Episode 2. *Earlier that day, at the crack of dawn the sun still rising, a group of drunk people was making it across town, some more drunk than others. As they walked by a diner, a large portion of them wanted to go inside and grab a bite of breakfast, before heading home.* Ezra: Hey the diner is open! Wanna go in? I'm fucking starving! Daniel: *He laughed warmly* EeeEEEeeEy I'm coming, and you're coming with me! *He grinned at Sophie, his arm wrapped around her shoulders* Sophie: *She chuckled amused* I suppose I don't have any other choice! *She chuckled again and grabbed his hand* Well come on then! *She started slow running towards the diner, catching up with Ezra whom was a few meters ahead of them.* Andy: *He chuckled hoarsely and shook his head at the others* We all know neither of you two *he looked specifically at Ezra and Daniel* have any money to pay for anything! Ezra: Nuh uh! I brought my wallet *he smirked* Andy: So why was I paying alcohol for you and your mom all night?! Willow: *She cackled like an old witch* Andy: Great, so you're both hustling me now! *he frowned soft but couldn't help but chuckle* why am I even surprised? *He looked around a bit.... Malou, Jackall and Evan were walking a few meters behind them, but there were suddenly no sign of Dalton? He quickly followed the herd into the diner and grabbed onto Malou's arm as she passed him on the way in* Where's Dalton?

Malou: *She frowned deep* You know? I don't fucking get it Andy! I thought something was maybe happening between us? He asks me to sit on his lap for pics, he flirts with me all night, or at least I thought he was, but I guess I'm just delusional?! He then grabs my hand and has this romantic walk with me through the snow, being all playful and shit. Then he gets a phone call and disappears to the other side of the street *she pointed at some lawns across the street* Which can only mean it's her again! He even gave her his new number so he's reachable again! I just... in one moment he seems single, and interested might I add... the next he's back to being stuck in the past and looks like he's considering going back to his ex!! I'm just *she sighed* I'm just tired of hoping for a miracle. I just want my breakfast so I can get home to bed!

Willow: *She smiled softly as she stood next to them, and wrapped an arm around Malou's shoulders* Or.... how about you come home with Ezra and I? We were heading to his place... you can crash on his bed if you want, we were going for a movie marathon.... Maybe we could have a little girl talk... Ezra is really good at that!

Ezra: *From across the room* HEY! That was supposed to stay between us!

Willow: *She chuckled lightly* Oh shut it child! *She smiled back at the others* What do you say? Dad you're welcome too!

Andy: I'll pass *he looked back out the windows, but got distracted as Daniel asked what he wanted to eat* Uhh *he quickly headed in the direction of the others*

Willow: What do you say darling? *she smiled encouraging* maybe a bit of time apart can make him realize what he's missing? I say you come with us, and stay as long as you wish. Ezra wont mind sleeping on the couch *she smiled soft*

Malou: *She looked out the window, no sign of Dalton* Yeah *she nodded soft and sighed* Yeah! Fuck this!

Willow: That's the spirit!! *She chuckled hoarse* come sit with us!

Andy: *He overheard the convo, and as his own order was done, and the rest was already eating and lost in deep drunken conversations, he asked for his food to go, and headed back out in the snow, determined to find Dalton, at the very least to make sure he hadn't slipped and was laying in the snow somewhere. He spotted him just a bit down the road, sitting on a bench, looking absolutely miserable* Hey man *he walked up to Dalton with a soft smile, and gently kicked his boot to get him to look up at Andy*

Dalton: *He looked up with a forced smile* What's up?

Andy: *He looked a bit to the side as a car passed them, and to his surprise noticed it was a cab, instantly reaching his arm up and whistled, smiling satisfied as the cab stopped* Hey *he looked back at Dalton with a small encouraging smile* You wanna get out of here?

Dalton: *He looked at the diner, then the cab, and to Andy's surprise quickly got up* Yeah!

Andy: Okay? *he said surprised, and quickly followed Dalton to the cab. They didn't talk the whole way, although he wanted to, but it seemed awkward and out of place, in front of an audience. So as they stopped in front of Dalton's house, he regretted the ride was already over, and it was time to part*

Dalton: *He got out the door, slammed it behind him, walked to the cab drivers door, paid the man then turned and looked at Andy through the window* Are you coming?

Andy: ..... oh? *He looked a bit confused at the cab driver* I'm sorry, I'm assuming that means there will only be one stop after all?

Cab driver: Yes, he already paid me, the money is settled

Andy: Uh okay *he quickly stuck his hand in his pocket and fished out a 100 dollar bill* Well I don't have anything smaller *he reached the bill to the cab driver* so I guess this is your lucky tip day!

Cab driver: No Sir, thank you, but I can't take that, he smiled, he already tipped me a more than fair amount.

Andy: Look we both know the pay as a taxi driver isn't the best, and it's Christmas, I want you to have them *he smiled soft*

Cab driver: Thank you Sir, that's very kind of you.

Andy: *He smiled soft* Yeah well...

Cab driver: Sir, if you ever need a taxi, here's my direct number *he reached a business card to Andy* Call me night or day!

Andy: Thank you *he smiled soft and stuck it in his pocket* Have a nice day! *Then he quickly headed out the door, and caught up with Dalton, just as he stepped into the house*

Dalton: It's over *he threw his keys on the floor, and kicked off his boots, letting his jacket drop to the floor on his way to the kitchen*

Andy: Oooowkay *he looked at the trail and quickly got his own outdoors clothes off, following Dalton to the kitchen*

Dalton: *He had already poured them two glasses of alcohol, already chugging down his own, hanging over the kitchen counter*

Andy: *He slowly walked up to the table, putting down the bag of food*

Dalton: *He sighed soft* what's in that bag anyway?

Andy: Fries, eggs, bacon...

Dalton: Hm...

Andy: *He smiled softly* There's enough for you, if you want... I was hoping to find you...

Dalton: You were? *He looked a bit unimpressed at Andy and filled more liquor in his glass*

Andy: *He shrugged lightly* Yeah... so I could get you out of the cold. I was worried about you.

Dalton: *He sat up more straight now, observing Andy* You were?

Andy: *He chuckled soft and stuck his hands in the food bag, dragging out the food, placing it on the counter in front of them, then sat down next to Dalton* Don't be so surprised that I care about you...

Dalton: After the phone call I just had, I'm surprised anyone would think I'm worth anything beside a public figure!

Andy: *He shrugged again* I see you, before I see all the other stuff... well, I used to see all the other stuff first, but I always *he shook his head and chuckled, grabbing the drink, taking a large sip* never mind, it's stupid!

Dalton: *He straightened up completely now* No, tell me...

Andy: I always saw you beneath everything else, and I always liked what I saw... *he looked at the fries rather shyly and chuckled* Yeah well *he quickly grabbed one and started munching* You should eat while they're still hot!

Dalton: *He sighed deep, observing Andy, and in this moment there were something so inviting, almost magnetic about him. And Dalton found himself very drawn to the guy sitting in front of him. He grabbed a couple fries and started munching* This... *he gestured at the food* was pure brilliance! Thank you! I really needed this!

Andy: *He smiled soft and sipped his drink and continued eating quietly, deciding he had already said more than enough!* Dalton: *As they were done eating, the more than tipsy Dalton got up and started clearing the table* Andy: *He hurried up, and although he was definitely tipsy too, he was far more on the sober side than Dalton, so he quickly grabbed most of the garbage and turned around to head for the garbage can, just to bump straight into Dalton* Ungh!! Dalton: Heyyy! *he chuckled lightly* Andy: I'm sorry! *he chuckled nervously* Dalton: It's alright *he quickly headed to the sink with the glasses and passed Andy on his way out the kitchen* I'm going to my room. Andy: *Was that an invitation? He quickly rushed after Dalton* Was that an invitation? *He whimpered soft as Dalton was already on the second floor, and hurried after him. He stepped into Dalton's room carefully and looked at him, already sitting on his bed, lighting a cig* Was uh... was that an invitation? Dalton: close the door behind you. Andy: Okay *he quickly closed the door and lit a cig on his way over to Dalton. He walked around his bed and sat down next to him* Are you alright? Dalton: *He shrugged lightly* I knew it was coming for months... maybe more than a year.... no... *he frowned deep* even longer than that to be honest. I tried my best to work on it. She didn't. She just gave up on us. A long time ago. And I was stupid enough to keep coming back for more every time she promised me things would change. I was the one who finally ended things this morning... it had been on my mind for months, and I finally got the courage some days ago, which is why I left her my number, so she could call me back. *He sighed deep* I am perfectly sure that this is what I want. So then why am I feeling this.... empty inside? Andy: I think that's inevitable, when we part from someone we used to love or care for. Specially if we still do. Dalton: *He sighed deep and stood up, pulling the blinds down, leaving the room in almost complete darkness* Andy: Okay? Does that mean end of conversation? *he chuckled hoarsely* Dalton: No *he reached forwards, lighting a lighter, then lit 3 tall candles, standing on his bedside table* I was just tired of the brightness... I wish the night was still young so we could just chill, and listen to music... getting drunk... not caring about all the shit for a while! Andy: We already pretty drunk *he chuckled again* and I mean.... no one says the night has to end yet... is it really day if there's no daylight to prove it? *he smirked* and you got a laptop, which means youtube is right there *he gestured at the laptop* And honestly, there's no place I would rather be right now, besides I have no plans.... so.... I'll just send a quick sms to Evan, so no one goes searching for me in the snow. Dalton: *He smiled softly* are you sure? Andy: Yeah man *he smiled brighter* specially when you keep leaning over that table like that *he wiggled his eyebrows at Dalton's butt, to try to lighten the mood* Dalton: *He chuckled lightly and shook his head, then stood up* I'll go grab something to drink for us. Would wine be okay? Andy: *He nodded eagerly* Sure! *As Dalton left the room, he quickly typed up an sms, making both Evan and Congo the receivers. 'Hey! It be me! I'm inside, safe, warm! Don't worry! I'm at Dalton's and it looks like I might be staying till later! Party on people! :* :* :* <3 ' Dalton: *He entered the room few seconds later, seeming a bit more cheerful, as there were now a somewhat large smile on his face* Andy: *He chuckled lightly, as he observed Dalton, pouring wine in two glasses, wondering what he was suddenly so happy about?* Dalton: So *he said as he sat down next to Andy, handing him one of the wine glass* you fancy my bum? Andy: *He snorted into his wine glass and quickly sipped it* Yeah... I mean... what's not to fancy? it's delicious... Dalton: *He grinned wide and satisfied, then sipped his wine* good to know! *he quickly leaned over the laptop and got it woken up, finding his way to youtube and some jazzy album, not too upbeat, not too slow* So, anything else you fancy about me? *he said as he pulled his legs up in bed, crossing them, sipping his wine* Andy: *He chuckled hoarsely and felt his cheeks blush, quickly drinking a large mouthful of the wine* Uhm... let's not get into that Dalton: Why not? *he chuckled amused and sipped his wine* Andy: Uh *he chuckled hoarse and rather nervous* cause uh *I think you're rather fantastic, but someone very dear to me is also in love with you, and it wouldn't be appropriate to get in between that* cause I find you pretty amazing overall *he regretted it as soon as he heard the words escape his mouth and quickly took a sip of the wine* I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that Dalton: *He smiled soft at Andy and leaned forwards, planting a light kiss on his lips* I'm glad you did *he said as he sat back down on his spot and sipped his glass* Andy: *Definitely more blushing, quickly emptying his glass* why do you kiss me when you're drunk? *he frowned soft and wondered why the fuck he couldn't seem to keep his mouth shut?!?!* Dalton: *He shrugged lightly* I guess I can just get pretty friendly when I'm drunk? I apologize if I stepped over a line, and if you want me to stop I respectfully will Andy: No it's not that... I was just wondering, it doesn't bother me... I just... *he sighed softly* am I the only guy you- Dalton: No *he shook his head lightly and continued speaking as if it was no big deal* I have kissed one of my bands mates several times, not like making out or...well maybe a bit one time, but it was just for fun at a big party... I just don't see a big issue in kissing a man if I fancy kissing him... it's just something fun I like to do, to show affection. Of course it's not something I do with just anyone, it's something I do with people I feel close enough and comfortable enough to do something like that with... people I'm sure are like-minded and wont think it's weird, or line-crossing or get offended *he sipped his glass lightly and noticed Andy's empty glass* Do you want more? Andy: ..... kisses or wine? *he chuckled teasingly* Dalton: Well.. *he grabbed the wine and poured some in Andy's glass* I technically meant wine... but both, sure... *he grinned cheekily at Andy* Andy: *A goofy nervous chuckle escaped him, so he quickly laid down across Dalton's bed, but careful enough to not spill any of the wine*

#Ezra #Ezreal McLelland #Daniel Chase Hartwig #Sophie Swan #Andycorn #Andy Shaw-Thompson #Willow Amalthea Shaw-Cullman #Willow #Malou Jensen #Dalton Red #unicorntales

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elliesbaby · 4 years

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two gays one bed 😏😏😏

this was a request but i lost the user who requested it! i don’t really know if i portrayed this correctly but i tried my best.

Ellie Williams x F!Reader

Warnings: Semi smut, Choking, Swearing.

It was going to be a two day trip. You and Ellie were sent out on a patrol. We were low on medical supplies in Jackson. We had to venture far out to be able to find everything we need because all the places near us have been wiped clean.

It was the first day and unfortunately there wasnt much luck. You had found some gauze and alcohol but that was about it. The whole day has had weird tension.

You and Ellie agreed to do this a couple weeks ago. For some backstory, a couple weeks ago you and Ellie shared a kiss. A kiss built with tension from the years of crushing you both felt. Seems perfect right? You kissed the girl youve liked for years. So why was there weird tension now?

Shortly after that kiss you were at the usual Saturday dance in jackson. You were with Ellie, Dina and Jesse. You all got pretty drunk. Dina being the most intoxicated. Jessie was sitting next to you at the bar, you both watched Dina grab Ellies hand to dance together. Not thinking too deeply into it, you just watched. Until you saw Dina lean in to kiss Ellie. Your heart sunk and instantly you got up and left. The day after Ellie had tried to come over to talk but you never gave her the chance. She had tried so many times to talk to you. You were too heartbroken to listen, always walking away before she could get a word out.

Unfortunately for you, you had forgotten about agreeing to this trip. So now you two are stuck together.

You both were rummaging through an old building.

“(y/n) please listen to me. Im so-“ The auburn haired girl began to say

You interrupt saying “Ellie listen, i get it. The kiss meant nothing. I should have known you would have picked Dina. Shes beautiful how could you not.”

“No i-“ Ellie began to say

Before she could finish you had stepped out of the shop onto the street. Ellie follows behind you but stays quiet. You can tell she isn’t very happy and seems to be getting impatient with your pettiness. You didn’t feel like you were being petty. The girl you loved moved on to someone better. It felt like you were mourning something that never existed.

You two had been walking for at least 5 miles occasionally stopping to check the buildings you had passed.

“We need to set up camp for the night its getting dark” (Y/N) says.

Just as Ellie opens her mouth to reply her body gets flung to the floor. A clicker was now on top of her and she was trying hard to keep it from biting her. You grab your knife and run as fast as you can. You dig your nails into its skull as you grab its head and push your knife in and out of its skull. You push the body off of her, grabbing her hand to help her up.

Before you get the chance to help her up a clicker begins to attack you from behind and you get pushed on top of the girl, unable to kill the clicker attempting to attack you. You feel the body on your back go limp. Ellie was able to kill him and save you. You weren’t sure if you had been bit at this point but didn’t want to say anything just yet. There was no time.

You both get up and start looking around. There was a giant hoard about a mile away coming towards you. A grip at your hand pulls you back to reality. Ellie was pulling you away. You both start running and try to find a nearby building. Finally you both find a shed that looked like someones old hiding place.

Knowing that the hoard couldn’t be that far away you both run inside and start barricading the door. You use whatever you can find to make sure its as sturdy as possible.

“Well i guess we will set up camp here, it wont be safe to leave anytime soon and it’s already late” Ellie says

You nod your head looking around. The shed wasn’t that big at all. It had a full size bed and very little space on the floor. It had a big shelf that held some food cans and arrows.

You sit down and sigh “Ellie that clicker attacked me and i don’t know if i got bit, i’m sorry but can you check?”

Ellie looked at you with a smile and rushed over. She looked so happy that you were asking for help. You knew you were in deep shit when your stomach started to flutter at her smile. You didn’t hate Ellie at all. You loved her.

You take your shirt off throwing it on the bed and you turn around and take your bra off too. You felt eyes burning through you. You were waiting for Ellie to check your back for a bite but the room was quiet.

“Ellie?”

“Oh shit sorry” The auburn haired girl says as she walks over to you. She checks your back and says “You’re clear.” You feel a cold hand lightly touch your warm back. It sent goosebumps down your body and your face turned red quickly. You grab your shirt and throw it back on.

“So i can sleep on the floor” You say.

“No theres no room and its cement. You have bad bruising on your back, sleep on the bed ill keep my distance” She says. Reluctantly you agree.

You both lay down. You turn your back towards her and she does the same. Neither of you knew what to say. You both layed there for some time before you noticed somehow you guys were now touching back to back. Her body was so cold and you could feel her shivering.

Ellie let out a gasp as she felt your arms wrap around her body. Your warm breath was against her neck. After a couple of minutes of silence you go to put your hand to her face to warm it and you feel tears. You move her face towards you and see her crying.

“Ellie whats wrong?” You say concerned.

“(y/n) i’m so sorry, i never meant to hurt you. She kissed me and i felt so guilty. What you said earlier about choosing her, i never chose her. In a heartbeat i would chose you. I love you. I always have.” Ellies voice crackled as she pushed out those last words.

You look at her and start to cry. She grabs your face and pushes it against hers. You kiss for what feels like hours but was only minutes. Taking in every second of her sudden warmth. You cried harder. You pull away only to say “I love you too El” Only to kiss her again right after your words leave your mouth.

Ellies hand moves from your face to your hips. She was pulling you against her leg. You let out a quiet moan and instantly felt a smile coming from Ellie against your lips. She then gets on top of you and starts kissing down your neck. She takes note of the soft moans you let out when she hits your sweet spots, sucking and biting leaving marks that you know everyone else will see. Ellie didn’t care. She wanted everyone to know who you belonged to. She pulls away and smiles at you.

“Stop being a tease” You say pouting.

You feel her long fingers wrap around your throat and squeeze. Your eyes get wide as you look up at her.

“Don’t tell me what to do” She says frowning, staring deeply into your eyes. She looked genuinely mad but you knew she wasn’t. That didn’t stop you from getting extremely turned on. You lunged your body against hers and started kissing her harder than before.

Who knew being stuck in a bed with someone you thought you hated would end so good.

Note: HA teased y’all. Let me know if you want a part two picking up where it left off ;)

#ellie williams #the last of us #the last of us 2 #ellie x reader #tlou part 2 #tlou #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams imagine

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pizadowa · 3 years

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generally a lil nervous to ask, buuut, since I’ve seen a few people chat about how Ivy/the sibs would take care of Carmen when she gets sick, but how would Carmen take care of Ivy if she got sick? I curious to see your take on this 👀 (Carmivy intended?)

oh anon don’t be nervous or shy, this is a very benign ask and I like to think I'm not intimidating 😢..😭

but anywhoooo ... I actually have thought about this before, so I felt like whipping up a quick Ivy POV ficlet rather than strictly talk about Carmen ... :)

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Unlike Zack’s sensitive chemical makeup, Ivy's immune system is built like a supercharged ox, and when it comes to sickness she has vastly more experience being other people’s—namely Zack’s—begrudging caretaker than catching anything herself.

In the nearly three years she’s traveled the world with Team Red, she can count on less than one hand the times she’s fallen ill, and each instance hardly interfered with their capers, not to mention her self-prescribed medicine of “toughing-it-out” has gotten her through even the roughest days. She's not exactly a fan of admitting defeat to a cold, nor being so useless that someone would need to take care of her, especially when that someone is almost always Zack. His questionable understanding of the human body means he's less adept at relieving any real symptoms and more so at keeping her company enough to distract her frazzled, sickly mind. It's not ideal, but it’s the only thing she knows, and it’s better than getting Carmen involved; Ivy would rather their getaway driver catch her sickness than their very important team leader.

So when she wakes up one day in their new HQ to immobilizing muscle pain, a presumably contagious case of the sniffles, and a very concerned Carmen seated at her bedside instead of Zack, she’s more than a little bit freaking out.

“Wh… Carm?” Ivy submerges part of her face under the covers, fearful of spreading her mystery contagion despite their distance. For extra good measure she directs her head away to her night table, taking note of a glass of water and tissues that definitely weren’t there before. “How long have you…?”

Carmen brings one leg onto the bed and curls her palms around it as she speaks, “Not too long. I was actually just wrapping up some sets when Zack ran in screaming like a banshee about you. It’s amazing that didn’t wake you up.”

Ivy’s vision focuses out of its watery haze enough to comprehend Carmen’s tight athletic wear and exposed skin that’s somehow less sweaty than her own. A cold-hot chill sends her into shivers.

“I’m pretty sure that was the demon in my fever dream." She cringes at the sound of her own nasally voice wreaking havoc on her aching head. "Where is he, anyway?”

“I sent him out to the store and had Shadowsan tag along to make sure he doesn’t go overboard with the anecdotal home remedies.”

The imagery has Ivy falling into laughter that quickly becomes a strained coughing fit beneath her thick blanket. Carmen noticeably teeters away, which only adds to the discomfort in her chest.

“Ugh, sorry for the gross sound effects.”

“Don’t be. I had a feeling you wouldn’t be doing too hot in the morning. You were hardly eating and going to bed earlier than Shadowsan.”

“Oh no.”

“Oh yeah. So, all-in-all, I was expecting this.”

“Double ugh.” She buries herself within the bed until the only thing she can see is threaded darkness. The weight by her legs shifts closer, and then there’s a gentle hand on her blanketed bicep. It’s warm even through the fabric.

“Hey, don’t sweat it. Actually, I guess do sweat it if you have a fever. Do you have a fever?”

Ivy’s about to answer when the blanket peels back and the hand that was on her arm presses firmly to her forehead. She blinks past the slender forearm in her view and over to Carmen’s determined face leaning closer with each passing second. For a moment their intense eyes cross paths, lock on to each other before softening completely, and Ivy is overcome with an urge to hold on. To what, she doesn’t know, but one of her hands takes the initiative and reaches up to Carmen’s wrist—which pulls away just as her fingernails make contact with smooth skin.

“You feel warm, but it’s hard to say,” Carmen contemplates aloud and returns to her previous spot on the bed. “We’ll need that thermometer once Zack and Shadowsan are back, but in the meantime, I’m here. Whatever you need.”

Ivy struggles to push a scratchy lump down her throat as she shoves her hand back under the covers.

She's not used to this. Unless it’s Zack—who’s almost too obliging for his own good—she avoids asking for help as much as possible. She prefers to handle most things perfectly well on her own, and she’s since learned her hard lesson of what happens when you owe a debt to others. The very thought of burdening Carmen with something as dumb as a little cold sets her nerves even more haywire.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she grumbles weakly.

Carmen shoots her a look like she's just said a profane insult. "I shouldn't?"

"Yeah, I'm all sick and stuff. Wouldn't you prefer to be...not...sick and stuff?"

"Checking your temperature is nothing. And besides, you were probably contagious days ago. If I got it, I got it.” Ivy’s face contorts into a sarcastic pout, but Carmen preemptively interrupts her griping with a raised hand. “I’m just saying it takes a bit more than that to knock me down, and if I’m fine now, I might as well help out. Seriously, I think I get sick even less than you do."

Ivy pauses to consider it, only able to recall taking care of a Carmen who has been downed by injuries and overexertion, not acute illnesses. Not even a little upset stomach from too much delicious food like she and Zack—though mostly Zack—are wont to do.

"Still, I don't wanna risk it." Ivy shuffles on her back to the farther side of the bed. "I appreciate your concern, Carm, I really do, but I'll be fine. Just send Zack in here once he's back."

"Oh." Carmen frowns at her in a way Ivy’s never received before, and for an intense split second she feels a strange pang of guilt. "Sure, but...this is the same Zack who thought the best remedy for altitude sickness was sticking a fan at the front of the tent to magically blow in more oxygen?"

"Uh—"

"And who once drank a phony herbal miracle cure from downtown that made even his worst food poisoning look like a work of art?"

"Ew-uh, gross!" Ivy scrunches up her entire face, only relaxing it once she sees lightning behind her eyelids. "Okay, okay, I get it. You really don't want Zack taking care of me."

"It's not just that."

With great effort Ivy sits up out of her cocoon for the first time that morning. "What'd'ya mean?"

Carmen twists her torso completely toward Ivy. "You guys are always looking out for me when I'm down for the count. And you, you've been the only one taking care of Zack for how long?"

Ivy offers a small chuckle of understanding. “Too long.”

"Exactly. So the least I could do is return the favor and pamper you for once. I may not be a doctor but I do cook a mean sopa de mondongo, and that's always helped me when I was sick on the isle."

"I don't even know what that is and I feel better already."

"Wait ‘til you actually try it. Funny enough we actually have all the ingredients, but not the basics for treating a nasty cold, go figure."

"Food is the priority around here."

Carmen snatches a glass of water from Ivy's night table and extends it over the bed to her. "Finish this, I'll go get started on the soup. The guys should be back soon with some medicine. Think you can hold out just a bit longer?"

Ivy takes the glass in her hands and peers down at its fullness with a warmth in her chest that crawls up her neck. “Yeah, yeah I think I can do that.”

"Good."

“Oh, and...I’m really happy it’s you here right now. Like, really really happy.” Ivy pauses. “Don’t tell Zack I said that.”

She peers up from her watery reflection to see Carmen beaming at her in silent affirmation, and she does her best to offer the same expression. She takes a few slow sips of her lukewarm drink, fully expecting Carmen to have left by now, but instead the other girl shifts closer on the bed. Closer into Ivy’s space.

"You know,” Carmen starts, her voice husked low despite not needing to, and Ivy can feel her heart beating across every inch of her body, “I'm told I give amazing massages, in case those muscle aches become too much trouble for you.”

She trails her hand along Ivy's covered thigh before lightly squeezing down her ankle, and the peculiar sensations have Ivy frozen with nothing else to do but gawk at her. She offers an unreadable smirk with lidded eyes that cast her mind further into delirium, and walks out of the room without another word.

When she’s fully registered that she’s alone again, Ivy wolfs down the rest of her water, barely managing to fend off a spell of wheezes, and quickly discards the glass to the empty sheets next to her. With a buzzing in her cranium that ripples throughout her entire body, she flings herself down to her pillows to smother her overheated cheeks with a shaky sigh.

"I should get sick more often."

#q #anon #carmivy #mine #carmen sandiego

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