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A Test Of Faith

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: to test the BAU, a bold unsub abducts one of their members and sends the team on a wild goose chase. with reckless decisions and personal feelings taking hold, will the team be able to save one of their own or will their faith in each other come crumbling down?

warnings: mentions of kidnapping, mentions of drugs, canon-typical violence, mentions of blood, mentions of death, mentions of injury, angst, 3rd person, slight fluff, minor cursing

word count: 7k

a/n: this isn’t proofread so i’m sorry for any mistakes!

part two (coming soon)

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“Hey, has anyone seen y/n this morning?” Reid asked with a frown as he entered the bullpen, hanging his bag over the back of his chair.

“She’s not here yet, why?”

His face only scrunched up further at Morgan’s words. He knew it was unusual for her to be late to work, let alone skip out on plans at the last minute. “It’s just, we were supposed to get coffee this morning but she didn’t show.”

Morgan shrugged. “Maybe she overslept?”

“Maybe…”

He wanted to believe it because the alternative, which had already begun to play on his mind, was much worse. Still, he couldn’t ignore the feeling that was starting to settle into the bottom of his stomach. That uneasy feeling which had taken hold before he’d even left the coffee shop where they were supposed to meet.

Something was wrong. He knew that even before the box arrived.

It was delivered by courier directly to the office. The only indicator of who it was for was in thick, red marker across the top of the box which spelt out nothing but ‘BAU’. The handwriting was neat but unnecessarily large.

Morgan held the box, inspecting it as Reid and Prentiss peered over his shoulders.

“What is it?” Emily questioned, waiting for Morgan to open the package.

“Nothing good.” All eyes turned to their superior as he approached, holding up a letter written in the same red ink that decorated the box.

Hotchner passed the note to Prentiss, allowing her to read it to the rest of the team. “‘For Agent Hotchner at the BAU. A package will arrive not long after you read this, I suggest you gather your team and prepare for the game’?”

“Game? What game?”

Reid furrowed his brows at Morgan’s question, already trying to piece together what was going on. “You don’t think this has anything to do with why y/n is late, do you?”

“I don’t know, but what I do know is that we’re going to need the whole team on this. Reid, try to get in contact with y/n and find out where she is. Prentiss, gather the others. I want everyone in the briefing room within the next five minutes.”

Just like that, the group dispersed and, within minutes, they assembled again for the briefing.

“Still no y/n?”

Reid shook his head as he pushed his phone back into his pocket. “She isn’t answering her phone.”

“No matter, we’ll have to catch her up when she gets here. We can’t waste any more time, we need to know what’s inside the box,” Hotch sighed and signalled for Morgan to finally open it up.

The team watched on anxiously, worried about the contents of the package they’d received. More often than not, packages with notes such as the one they’d received were a little more than unpleasant.

The one thing that gave them hope, was the fact that no blood seemed to be staining the cardboard from the inside. Although that didn’t mean there wasn’t a victim’s body part inside

“A CD?” Morgan frowned when he revealed its contents, only growing more curious as he checked both the front and back of the case.

It was Electra Heart by Marina and the Diamonds, not that anyone thought that detail was of any particular importance.

“Could just be a case the unsub is using to protect the disc. It’s most likely a video,” JJ gave her input as she reached out for the disc before moving to play it on the screen.

The room was silent as she prepared the video, nervous to find out what was on it.

Would it be a video of the unsub? Perhaps a video of them committing a crime? Murder? Torture? Assault? Something else altogether? Or had it really just been a prank? Was it really just an album?

“Oh god-” Garcia gasped, hands moving to cover her mouth the moment the video began to play, tears already pricking in the corner of her startled eyes.

That uneasy feeling in Reid’s gut only grew stronger, twisting and turning until it became all that consumed him. It had never been this bad before, not even when he himself was the one in danger. He was terrified.

Terrified for her.

There she was. Y/n, the agent who had not been late to work but abducted by their unsub. Taken in the dead of night to become a pawn in his sick game.

She was standing, just barely, with nothing but the chains around her wrists holding her up. Half-dried blood stained her forehead and matted her hair. The video only lasted for fifty-five seconds. Fifty-five seconds of nothing but her hanging there, feet barely on the ground. She was conscious but only just, likely concussed from the wound on her head.

“She’s been struck around the head, likely to incapacitate her before she could fight back during the abduction,” Morgan identified, eyes trained on the video.

“The unsub knows what he’s doing. There isn’t anything in the video that could indicate where she is,” Rossi added as he perched down on the end of the table to examine the paused video further.

Hotch hummed as he too was glued to the screen. “She can’t be far, she must have been abducted sometime since leaving here yesterday and this morning. Most likely during the night.”

JJ turned from the screen, unable to watch any longer. “We left at the same time last night and it’s unlikely she would have stopped on her way home.”

“Can we stop talking about her like she’s some random victim? This is y/n we’re talking about,” Reid snapped, drawing all eyes to him.

Each new comment in the discussion had been piling up until he just couldn’t take it anymore. This wasn’t just some case, nor was it any other victim. This was y/n — their friend.

“Reid, we know she isn’t just any victim but we have to look at this like we would any other case. It’s the only way we’re going to find her,” Morgan reminded, hoping to ease Reid at least a little.

“JJ, play the video again. We need to look for anything that could help us figure out where they are and Reid, I need you to focus. We’re going to need your brain on this.”

The youngest of them nodded, heeding Hotch’s words. This was just a game to the unsub — a game he’d made specifically for the BAU team. They were the only ones who could save her, he knew that.

“Hey, there’s something else in here. Looks like a note, taped to the inside of the box,” Prentiss announced before JJ had a chance to replay the video.

“What is it?” Reid was the first to jump at the new information, hoping it would be a better indication of where their missing friend was than the video.

Prentiss carefully tore the note from the box and began to read it out loud, “It’s a riddle. ‘I have cities, but no houses. I have mountains but no trees. I have water but no fish. What am I?’”

“A map,” Reid concluded after only a brief moment of pause, “It’s a map.”

“A map? I don’t see any kind of map here.” Morgan gestured at the now empty package before crossing his arms over his chest. He knew the wonder boy was right but he still couldn’t understand what the riddle could mean.

Hotch too seemed to be running circles in his head, unsure of what their unsub was trying to point them to. “Does it say anything else?”

Emily looked up from the note with troubled eyes as she voiced the final part, “Find her by midnight and she’ll live. Good luck, Agents.”

As if on cue, Reid vocalised the conclusion he had come to in his head, jumping to his feet like he was about to rush there himself without a second thought. “The Marina.”

“You think the unsub is holding her at the Marina?”

“I think it’s the only indication of a map I can find in all this. Marina and the Diamonds? The unsub didn’t choose that album without reason.”

Hotch hummed, seemingly agreeing with Reid’s deduction, and began to give directions. “Okay. Morgan, Prentiss and Rossi will come with me to the Marina. JJ, I need you and Reid to watch the video again. Look for anything we might have missed in case we’re wrong. And Garcia, I need you to track down exactly who delivered the package and where they delivered it from.”

Everyone got to their feet, springing into action as they would on any other case. They all knew their part to play and knew it was vital in locating their missing team member. Everyone other than Reid, who was less than happy to have been told to stay behind.

“No, I’m going with you.”

“Reid…” Hotch turned to him with a hand to his brow, already anticipating the headache that was to come if he continued to clash with the young doctor.

“No,” he cut him off again, “This is not negotiable. I’m going to the Marina with you.”

With a sigh, the unit chief gave in, knowing there was little he could do to keep Reid in the office. “Okay, Reid you’re with us. Prentiss, you stay here with JJ. Call us the moment you find anything.”

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Spencer had been restless the entire ride there. His hands were fidgety in his lap, his nails occasionally digging into the skin of his palms. He was stressed and more on edge than the rest of the team, not that anyone had expected any less.

Everyone knew that Reid had had a budding crush on y/n since she joined the BAU. Not that he’d ever acted on it. Morgan teased him about it constantly, comparing it to a schoolboy crush. Only, it wasn’t just a schoolboy crush. Not anymore.

The longer they had gotten to know one another, the closer y/n and Reid became. He felt as though she was the only one who really saw him, not that the rest of the team didn’t care greatly for him. She just understood him better than anyone else.

So, to say it was a simple crush would be a lie. He was in love with her. How couldn’t he be? She was pretty and funny and kind and a great agent. She saw him for who he really was and accepted every part of him. She stood up for him when the team teased him about his rambling. She always listened so intently, never once cutting him off no matter what it was he was talking about.

He was in love with her but now, he feared more than ever that he was about to lose her.

“She’s going to be okay, Reid,” Morgan comforted from the seat beside him, squeezing Reid’s shoulder as if the gesture would ease his fear.

Nothing would ease it. Not until she was safe.

It wasn’t like Reid to doubt himself. He knew he was right about the riddle, he had to be, yet he was still starting to wonder what would happen if he was wrong.

They only had until midnight. There was no time to spare and if he was wrong about this they might just lose her.

“I know,” he lied, trying to mask his true feelings.

Morgan sighed, seeing through Reid’s weak façade. No matter what he said or did, it hadn’t stopped his legs from bouncing or his hands from shaking.

The moment they arrived, Reid was fast to get out of the van. Too enthusiastic about rushing in headfirst to save her. He glanced around, taking in the fresh air as if his lungs had been deprived for hours.

“Spread out and search the area,” Hotch ordered and the team nodded, checking their vests one last time before pulling out their guns for the sweep.

They searched almost everywhere but found nothing. No sign that y/n or the unsub had ever been there. It was just a Marina and none of the boats there were big enough to fit the room they’d seen in the video.

Reid was beginning to believe that he really was wrong, that he had just wasted time they didn’t have on a hunch. Well, he was beginning to lose hope until Rossi called the team over to his location.

With a fast-beating heart, Reid ran as fast as he could manage to see what Rossi had found. He prayed it was her and that she was safe — that it was over.

Disappointment was not quite the right word for his feelings when he arrived and saw she wasn’t there because something was there. Another note, written in that same red marker.

“‘So you figured it out. Well done, agents. I hate to disappoint but your missing agent isn’t here but I hope this gift will help keep you on the trail’?” Rossi read the letter aloud before turning it over to find a USB taped to the other side.

“He’s playing with us.” Morgan shook his head, already growing tired of the unsub’s game.

“Or testing us,” Reid argued, “He’s referred to us as ‘agents’ in every note so far. It’s like he’s-”

“A part of the bureau,” Hotch finished for him, drawing the same conclusion, “Likely an ex-agent or even an ex-recruit.”

Morgan’s brow creased and he asked, “By why us? Why is he testing us? And why did he take y/n? He could have taken any one of us, why her?”

“Because she’s the newest member of the BAU. Maybe he doesn’t see her as an official member of the team yet?” Queried Reid.

“Or he just thought she’d be the easiest to abduct because she’s less experienced,” Rossi added.

“Whatever the reason, we don’t have a lot of time. The unsub must have had base access to use the marina. Reid, Morgan, I need you to speak with the workers here. See if they’ve seen anyone strange and ask for records to find out who owns this boat. We’ll head back to check in with the rest of the team and get this to Garcia.” Hotch held up the USB, knowing Garcia was the safest person to give it to as there was no way to know what would be on it.

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“Anything?”

“No, you?”

Reid shrugged. “Not much but I did get a name for the boat owner. Rudd Richardson.”

“Did you run it by Garcia?”

“Yeah, Rudd Richardson died three years ago.”

Morgan hummed in thought. “So our unsub is using a dead man’s name?”

“Maybe. Garcia is looking for any other property that is still registered in his name but she hasn’t been able to find anything yet and it doesn’t look like the unsub has taken Richardson’s identity.”

Their discussion was cut short when Reid’s phone began to ring.

“Garcia?”

He shook his head, looking up from his phone in disbelief. “No. It’s y/n.”

Right away Morgan pulled out his cell to call Garcia. If it really was y/n or even the unsub they would need her to trace the call.

“Y/n?” Questioned Reid as he put the phone on speaker, his voice already settling into a tone of urgency.

The line was silent but the trace had already begun, all they needed to do now was keep them on the phone.

After a brief moment of static, a weak voice finally spoke from the other side, “Reid?”

“Y/n! Y/n, can you tell us where you are? Are you alright?” He spoke at a hundred miles a minute, desperate to know she was okay.

Static again as the phone on the other end seemed to move from one ear to another.

The young doctor gulped as another voice began to speak, “She knew you would figure it out… The first clue. Let’s see how quickly you figure out the rest. The sands of time are forever slipping…”

The voice was dark and warped, spoken through a voice-changing device. Its sinister vibrations sent a chill up Spencer’s spine.

“Wait! Y/n!”

“Dammit,” Morgan spoke bitterly, knowing the call had not been long enough to give them any hint on their location, “He’s taunting us.”

“We need to get back to the others. He said this was the first clue, the USB must be the next.”

Morgan sighed. “We have to play his game. Or we may never find her…”

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“Please tell me you guys have got something,” Morgan asked while looking down at his watch.

There was still time but there was no way to know if the unsub would stay true to his word.

“Nothing yet. The USB locked Garcia out of the system the moment she plugged it in, she’s trying to regain access now,” JJ explained with a sigh before turning her attention back to the files in her hands.

Reid was only growing more anxious and began fishing for anything else that could be of use. “What about the video?”

“Nothing. We’ve watched it a hundred times but there’s nothing in it that could tell us where they are.” Prentiss chimed in as she too walked over with a new batch of files.

“So what do we do? We can’t just sit around and wait for Garcia to get the system up and running again.”

JJ split the files he was holding into three before passing a pile out to Reid and Morgan. “I know you’re worried, Spence. We all are but there isn’t a lot we can do right now. Until she gets back in all we really can do is look at these files to see if anyone fits the profile.”

“Profile? We’ve got a profile?” Morgan questioned as he began to flick through the files.

“Well, Hotch told us you think it’s an ex-agent or recruit but other than that we don’t really have a lot to go on so right now we’re just looking for anyone that sticks out.”

Reid dropped the files down onto the desk with a scoff, “We’re looking for a needle in a haystack. This isn’t going to get us anywhere.”

“It’s better than sitting around twiddling our thumbs.” Morgan shrugged.

“Look, Reid, if you don’t want to look through the files then go help Hotch and Rossi. They’re looking for anywhere she could be being held. Warehouses, storerooms, abandoned homes. Look for anything and everything and start making it down.”

He only grew more frustrated as he listened to Prentiss. “So if we run out of time we’re just going to start knocking on doors until we find her?”

“We don’t really have any other choice right now. Not until Garcia gets back into the system. He’s testing us, right? So this is probably just another test. She’s got this.”

Like Morgan, Reid also had full faith that Garcia would get back into the system but he was worried about how long it would take her to do so. They were on the clock and every second they spent sitting around waiting for her would only bring them closer to their deadline.

So, to try and ease his mind, Spencer decided to go help Hotch and Rossi in the hope that it would help bring them closer to finding y/n.

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“I’m back in. I’m back in!” Garcia cried out and soon the team were rushing into her office.

It had been no longer than an hour but that was still an hour they didn’t have to spare in the first place.

She tapped away on her keyboard, eyes flickering across the screen at the speed of light as she searched for any trace of what the unsub had tried to achieve by locking her out of her own system.

“He’s watching us,” she announced when her tapping fingers finally began to calm down, “I don’t think I can remove him from the system, not from my end anyway. I had to reboot the whole thing just to get back in. It’s amazing he’s even still here.”

“So he can see everything we do?” Rossi questioned, wanting to know exactly what the unsub was able to do with his access to the system.

Garcia hummed, “Yep. Well, he can see through our webcams but he doesn’t have access to my screen. That was a nasty piece of malware but it won’t give him access to any of my files.”

Just as Hotch opened his mouth to speak, a notification sound rang from the speakers and a message popped up on the screen. It was typed out rather than written but the red colour still prevailed.

‘Well done, Agents. You’ve cracked the code and earned your next clue: I can’t be bought, but I can be stolen with a glance. I’m worthless to one, but priceless to two. What am I?’

“Love… the answer is love,” Reid announced with a tightening heart.

“But what does that mean? Love, what kind of a clue is that?” Morgan complained, once again growing tired of the game they were being forced to play.

Prentiss hummed in thought for a moment before asking, “What about wedding venues? A church maybe?”

“Or some kind of date spot? A restaurant?” JJ added.

Before long, everyone was throwing out ideas but nothing was clicking.

Hotch was the first to catch onto the lead again. “Garcia, see if Mr Richardson was married.”

“Okay.” The tech-whiz complied and began tapping away on her keyboard again.

Within only a few short seconds she had her answer. “He married Triss Anderson in 1984 but she died during childbirth over twenty years ago.”

“What about their child?” Morgan prompted, drawing at any loose threads.

Her eyes flicked over the screen again as she searched for the information. “They had a daughter. She’s living here in Quantico, only a few blocks away from here actually.”

“Okay, let’s go.”

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“No car,” Prentiss stated as they approached the house.

Rossi stepped up to the door while Reid and Morgan peered in through the windows.

“Look’s like no one’s home,” Morgan sighed.

Still, Rossi tried the door. “Miss Richardson?”

When no response came, he banged again.

“You’re looking for Jen?” They turned around to the neighbour, eager to hear what she had to say. “She left for vacation just over a week ago. I’m Michelle, I live across the street. Maybe I can help you?”

“Do you know when she’s supposed to come home?” Reid questioned, worried they had wasted their time.

Michelle thought for a moment before replying, “Actually, now that you mention it I think she was due back last night.”

“So she hasn’t come home?” Asked Prentiss as she hurriedly pulled out her phone.

“No, I guess not. You don’t think anything has happened to her, do you?”

As Rossi began to reassure Miss Richardson’s neighbour, the others quickly headed back to the van.

Prentiss held her phone to her ear, exchanging a worried glance with Morgan as she spoke with the unit chief, “Hotch, we might have another missing person on our hands.”

“Are you Spencer Reid?”

Spencer turned from the van just before opening the door to find a young boy standing behind him.

“Yeah, you know me?”

The child shook his head and shyly held out a piece of paper and pointed down the street with his free hand. “That man over there told me to give this to you.”

As he took the paper, Spencer quickly looked in the direction the boy was pointing but whoever may have been there had long since gone.

“Thank you, kid. Get home safe now, okay?” Morgan had to speak for him while Reid examined the note.

“It’s an address, Morgan. He’s given us an address.”

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Wasting no time, the group headed for the address on the note. Garcia ran it through the system and found it to be an empty home, one currently up for sale.

It was the perfect place for the unsub to hold them, although Morgan still doubted the nature of the note. It didn’t make sense for him to just give them the answer now. Not after making them jump through hoops to so much as obtain a single clue.

“Reid, wait,” he reached out for the youngest, holding him back from rushing straight inside, “We don’t know what we’re going to find in there.”

“We can’t wait, what if y/n is in there?” Reid was quick to shake him off, desperate to find her.

Morgan sighed as he pulled out his gun. “The unsub could be in there too, just don’t do anything rash.”

Spencer was the first to the door. He stood ready as Morgan exchanged one quick, affirmative glance with Rossi before kicking down the door.

In the blink of an eye, all four agents infiltrated the home and began to cautiously clear each room.

“Clear!” Prentiss called out from the bathroom as Morgan and Reid began to scale the stairs.

She slowly approached the bedroom, knowing it was the last room to check. If they were going to find anything, it was going to be in there.

When Morgan and Reid were close enough behind her to have her back, she reached for the handle and quickly opened the door.

She checked every corner of the room before giving the all-clear but something was wrong. Her voice was quiet, choked even, as she entered the room.

Morgan turned to Reid, not knowing what to do other than keep him away to stop him from looking inside but he was too late, he’d already caught a glimpse of what was waiting for them inside.

“Y/n? Y/n!” he cried as he rushed towards the room, shoving past Morgan who moved to stop him.

In the middle of the empty room was a body. A woman wearing clothes Reid recognised. She was lifeless and stained in blood. When his hands shakily reached out to her, he felt the coldness of her skin on the tips of his fingers.

He couldn’t think, he couldn’t breathe.

He got back up, unable to bring himself to look at her face – to turn her over and come face-to-face with her void eyes.

Everything was a blur, all of his senses going dull as Morgan moved to further inspect the body.

Emily too was standing near the door as if she were frozen in place with her hand covering her mouth.

Slowly, Morgan rolled the body over onto its back. He was quiet, almost too quiet, before he finally released the breath he had been holding.

“It’s not her.”

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“Jena Richardson, daughter of Rodd Richardson. A twenty-six-year-old entrepreneur. She was supposed to go on vacation to Europe eight days ago,” Garcia read through the information she had discovered about the woman.

“He chose her for a reason. He did all of this for a reason. Been planning it for a while too.”

Hotch hummed in agreement with Morgan. “He took Miss Richardson before she had a chance to leave for her vacation, she never left. Her bags are likely still inside her home.”

“And when he took y/n, he stole some of her clothes to dress the victim in so that we would think it was her. That’s why he chose the victim… because she looked like y/n,” Prentiss concluded.

The whole team had gathered in the briefing room again, discussing their next course of action.

“There was nothing else on the body or in the house? No next clue? Nothing to tell us where he might be holding her?” Hotch questioned, hopeful that there would have been something — anything.

Prentiss shook her head. There was nothing. Nothing at all. They had searched everywhere. Every single inch of that house but there was nothing there. Nothing but the body.

“Then we’ll have to wait for the coroner’s report, maybe the unsub left a clue for us there.”

“No, we don’t have time to wait. We only have a few hours left. There has to be something we’re missing.” Reid began to pace the room, running through everything they’d discovered so far in his head.

“Reid,” Morgan began, “We’ve run out of options but we still have time.”

The young doctor only began to shake his head, his eyes glaring in disbelief that his team could even suggest to sit around and wait while y/n was in danger. “No, we don’t. We have hours and if we just keep sitting around waiting she’s going to die.”

Just like that, he was storming out of the briefing room and, while Hotch gave new directions to the rest of the team, JJ jumped up to go after him.

“Spence!”

“If you’re just going to tell me to sit tight and wait like everyone else you’re wasting your breath.”

She understood how he was feeling because she knew how he felt about y/n. She knew it was a fool's errand trying to calm him down or convince him everything was going to be alright. All she wanted to do was be there for him when hope began to fade.

“Where are you going?”

He tugged at his collar, his fingers moving to loosen his tie in a desperate attempt to breathe. “I need some air.”

She let it be as he rushed through the bullpen, heading straight for the elevator. If she had left a moment earlier, she wouldn’t have heard the sound of a text coming through on his phone as the elevator doors began to close.

His eyes widened as he read the message, one that had come through from her: ‘It’s funny, isn’t it? Love? When you lose the thing you love, there isn’t anything you wouldn’t do to be reunited with it. That’s what I did, you know. I reunited Miss Richardson with her beloved father. Now I’m giving you the chance to be reunited with the one you love, so long as you come alone.’

Another text came through by the time he reached the bottom of the building. Another address.

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“Where’s Reid?”

JJ looked up from her paperwork and glanced out into the bullpen. “He’s not back yet?”

Morgan frowned. “No. Where did he go?”

“He said he needed to get some air but he should have been back by now,” she explained as she stood up, realising what had happened, “Shit.”

“What?”

“He got a text before he got into the elevator.”

Morgan was already half out of the room by the time she finished her sentence. “The unsub.”

The two of them all but ran to the rest of their team, already gathering their things to leave as questions started flooding in.

“Reid’s gone after him,” Morgan announced as the rest of the team gathered their equipment and began to head for the door.

“Alone?” Prentiss furrowed her brows, she had hoped he would have known better than that.

JJ stuttered, still in disbelief, “H-He said he was just going outside to get some air.”

Hotch was already pointing Garcia back into her office before she’d even made it through the door. “Garcia I need you to find Reid’s car. Tell us the moment you know what direction he was headed.”

“Y-yes, sir.”

Everyone was in hyperdrive, working against the clock to find Reid and y/n before it was too late. They were already in the SUVs, splitting into two groups before they even had any information on where he was going.

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There he stood, outside a property that they never would have even considered including during their search for it was not empty or abandoned but rather a home. A home that seemed well lived in from the moment he stepped inside.

No one was there. Not a single soul. Yet every surface was decorated with family pictures. A mother, father and son. A happy family.

From the photos, the son seemed to be no older than four and all Reid could do was hope nothing bad had happened to him or his family.

With his gun raised, he slowly made his way through the house until he reached the door he was looking for — the door to the basement.

Quietly, he descended into the darkest depths of the house. The stairs barely made a creak and, by the time he could see into the room, he saw her.

“Welcome, Doctor Reid.”

The man was standing beside her, face half-hidden in the shadows. He had a knife and held it firmly near her stomach in a silent threat.

“Let her go,” Reid demanded, although when the unsub did not budge, he opted for negotiation over immediate violence.

Stepping from the shadows, the unsub revealed himself. Reid recognised him the moment the dull light illuminated his features. He was the father in the photos upstairs but he was older now and more unkept than he appeared in the pictures.

“I don’t know what happened to your family but please, you have to let her go,” he pleaded again, eyes flickering over to y/n.

Other than the injuries she had sustained during the abduction, she seemed okay but he noticed how weak she seemed. Her injuries were not bad enough to be the cause of her drowsy state. The unsub may not have harmed her further but it seemed likely she had been drugged.

“Reid…” she spoke in a quiet voice, her hooded eyes barely open as she looked at him, struggling to lift her head.

The unsub looked between them with a smile as if he was truly happy to see them this way. “Young love, isn’t it so precious?”

“What do you want?”

“Me? No, this isn’t about what I want. This is about what you want,” the unsub looked at y/n as she stood half-dangling beside him and pointed, “Her. You want her, don’t you?”

Reid raised his gun again, finger resting on the trigger the moment the man drew closer to her.

“You lost your family,” he stated, gaining the unsub’s attention once again, “Your wife and son. You lost them, didn’t you?”

Hesitantly, the man nodded. “They were taken from me, just as she was taken from you. In the night while I was away.”

“You don’t have to do this. You don’t have to hurt her. It won’t bring them back.”

“Oh, but I do. When I sent my case to the BAU, you turned it down. It wasn’t a serial killer or a professional hit. Just a burglary gone wrong. I was at work when it happened, out late on the job. I wanted to join the FBI, you know? I was a recruit.”

The more he explained, the more Spencer began to understand. The unsub’s connection to the BAU, and the resentment he held for them. The loss of his family had driven him to his breaking point and he blamed them for not finding the killer.

Why had he taken y/n? Well, it wasn’t because she was a newer member of the BAU or because she was less experienced than the others but because somehow he knew. He knew how Spencer felt about her and he wanted to show a member of the BAU the same pain he felt when he lost his family.

“Please, just put the knife down. It doesn’t have to end this way.”

The unsub held the knife tighter than before, raising it to her neck. “Oh, but it does. I want you to do it. I want you to reunite me with them. Send me to them, please. If you refuse, I’ll take her from you just as they were taken from me.”

Reid shook his head, refusing to play his twisted game any longer. “Put the knife down.”

“I hoped it could have been different.”

Time seemed to move in slow motion as the unsub lifted his arm, angling the knife back onto her abdomen as he swung it down.

“No!”

𓆩♡𓆪

“Garcia, you’re sure he’s here?”

The technical analyst hummed over the line. “Positive.”

“I see his car,” JJ announced as she climbed out of the SUV, already rushing toward the house.

The team approached the building with caution, not wanting to rush in and startle the unsub into doing anything rash. They knew Reid was inside but they didn’t want to put him in any more danger.

Only, before they even reached the front door, they heard a gunshot and all caution flew to the wind as Morgan kicked down the door and burst inside.

They cleared each room before reaching the entrance to the basement and, upon hearing footsteps approaching, all guns were aimed at the door. They stood their ground, ready for whatever they were to face but when the door finally opened, all anyone could do was breathe a sigh of relief.

“Reid!” Morgan was by his side the moment he stepped through the door with her in his arms.

Hotch saw the spattering of blood that stained her clothes and looked into his eye. With just an exchanged glance, he knew what had transpired.

The unsub was dead. It was finally over.

Despite Morgan’s offer for help, Spencer carried her all the way outside to the paramedics. He stayed with her still as they lifted her into the ambulance. She was out of it, barely aware of what was going on.

“Go with them, we’ll meet you there.”

Reid offered a subtle nod to his unit chief, thankful that he was allowing him to accompany her to the hospital.

𓆩♡𓆪

Quiet beeps echoed through the room, the sound of the monitor that continued to track the beats of her heart.

Reid sat waiting, hands fidgeting as he bounced his leg.

“The doctor said she’s going to be fine, relax a little,” Morgan comforted with a gentle hand on Reid’s shoulder.

The youngest glanced up at his friend before his eyes flickered back over to her. “I can’t relax. Not until she wakes up. Not until I know she’s okay.”

From the moment the doctor had told them it was okay to wait with her in her room, Spencer had been by her side. The time he had spent in the waiting room before was agonising and he had felt relief when the doctor told them she just needed time to recover. Still, he couldn’t help but worry about her, not when he had been through something similar before. Kidnapped, tortured, and drugged.

He was thankful this unsub had seemed to skip the torture but he could still sympathise with how she was feeling. She had been taken from her own home. He could only imagine how scared she must have been.

When she finally began to stir and her eyes finally fluttered awake, he was on his feet again. “Y/n? How are you feeling?”

Morgan chuckled, “Come on kid, give her a second to wake up before you jump her with questions.”

Spencer was already holding her hand, his thumb rubbing gently across the back of it as he smiled.

“Spence?”

He nodded as she slowly came to, squeezing her hand a little just to make sure she knew he was really there — that she was safe now.

“I’ll go let the others know she’s awake,” Morgan excused himself, leaving the two of them to talk alone.

“What… What happened?”

He gulped and stuttered slightly as he answered, “Y-you were kidnapped.”

She closed her eyes again and nodded, recalling the events that had transpired as well as she could remember them. “You saved me. Thank you.”

With a small smile, he nodded.

It was quiet for a moment and all she could focus on was the warmth of his hand. Soon, he too realised he was still holding her hand and quickly let go as he cleared his throat to speak.

“So, how are you feeling?” he repeated his earlier words, eager to hear how she was holding up.

She couldn’t help but chuckle. “Honestly? Like shit. My head is killing and I think I might still be a little high.”

Spencer was now the one laughing at her remark, thankful that she was well enough to make light of the situation. “Yeah, that’s probably the painkillers the doctor gave you. Must be a pretty bad concussion if your head is still hurting.”

“Yeah, well it could have been a lot worse…”

The mood soured again with her words as the two of them were reminded of just how badly things could have gone had Reid not found her when he did.

“I knew it was going to be okay, you know. When I saw you I just… I knew I was safe.”

Though she smiled, it was her eyes that conveyed all he needed to know. Everything she’d never spoken aloud, everything she wanted to say but could never bring herself to do so. It was the first time he’d truly felt it, the way she felt for him. The first time he’d realised that she cared about him as much as he cared about her.

A test of faith had brought them together, breaking the boundary between them.

Spencer stepped closer again, leaning towards her as he took her hand in his again. With his other, he brushed her hair from her face, fingers lingering on her skin as time froze still.

Their quiet moment together would soon be broken when the door opened and the rest of the team flooded in to see how she was but, for just one moment, they were the only two people in the world.

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kaiserthread · 3 months

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shopping spree

clothes/accessories the bllk boys buy you! characters: sae, kaiser, reo content: pro players, established relationship, f!reader, fluff lowkey my first time writing anything romantic so this might be ooc, was giggling soooooo hard while writing this part 2 here!

ITOSHI SAE - wool coat

took one look at you shivering and thought NO

buys you a nice wool coat for the winter months

he’s always giving you his when you guys are out together, might as well have your own for when he’s away

he sprays a bit of his cologne on it when he knows he’s going to be away from you for a while

sae worries about you, he hates when you're upset, hates when you get hurt, and most of all he hates seeing you in the cold and shivering because you refuse to wear a jacket that isn’t his. this brings him to his current predicament, he’ll have to leave you to go to training camp in the winter. “just don’t go, sae. who’s jacket am i going to wear?” you whine dramatically, draping yourself over the pile of clothes he's currently placing into his travel bag. “get off, I need those.” sae scolds. “and you have your own jackets.” “but they’re so much better when they're yours.” you pout at him. he sighs, knowing he’s already lost this battle. the morning he leaves is gloomy. he leaves early, waking you to kiss you goodbye and shushing you back to sleep. as you’re leaving you find a note on the hall closet, sae’s handwriting reminding you to grab a jacket. you open the closet to find a brand new wool coat, almost identical to his. you pull it on and catch the familiar scent of his cologne. reaching into the pocket you find a handwritten note that reads: for whenever you miss me, i love you darling

MICHAEL KAISER - jewelry

the possessive type honestly, takes note of your preferred metal and buys you a thin chain with a delicate ‘M’ on it

a charm bracelet with a blue rose charm

a dainty sapphire anklet to show off during the warm summer months

takes every excuse to buy you some new bling

michael comes home after practice with a familiar looking gift bag. he sets it down on the coffee table and kisses your cheek in greeting, wrapping his arms around your waist as he sits down next to you on the couch. “is that for me?” you gesture to the bag in front of you, “what’s the occasion?” you ask as michael leans against you, “practice wasn’t as long as usual so I got to come home to you earlier.” he reaches for the bag and takes out a slim box. you open it and find a sleek new bracelet, perfectly complimenting the others stacked on your wrist. “thank you mihya, it’s beautiful!” you exclaim, turning to press a kiss to his cheek. “but seriously, did i forget something? you can tell me.” he pushes himself up to kiss you, his breath warm on your lips as he whispers, “no my love, let me spoil you, it’s the least you deserve.”

MIKAGE REO - louboutin red bottoms

okayyyyy go rich boy!

but seriously he wants to give you the best of everything including something as simple as a pair of heels

so he buys you a pair of 100mm pumps in both the beige and black colorway

watched you struggle walking in them for .5 seconds before putting in an order for a pair with a lower heel

“are you sure you’re comfortable in those? let me order a pair with a lower heel.” reo is seriously worried that you’re going to trip and break your face trying on the gift he bought you. “babe seriously, it’s fine. i’ll break them in, put your phone down, are you seriously ordering another pair?!” you exclaim, moving over towards him to try to grab the phone out of his hand. reo is having none of it, taking advantage of the fact that your new heels are throwing you off balance to run off into the ensuite bathroom to place the order. he walks back into the room to find you sitting on the edge of your shared bed, arms crossed and pouting. he moves in front of you to kiss the pout off your lips, “angel don’t worry about it, that money is nothing to me. i want you to be comfortable.”

#blue lock manga #blue lock #itoshi sae #michael kaiser #reo mikage #sae x reader #kaiser x reader #reo x reader #bllk fluff #bllk headcanons #kaiserthread

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biblio-smia · 5 months

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currently thinking about mike slowly falling for a cute barista, frequenting the coffee shop more for the barista than the coffee. mike has spent way too much money there, convincing himself he'll talk to you with each additional cup he purchases (he never does). the most progress he's made is saying "hi" and "how are you?" while he pays, his order and his name already memorized by you. he kind of hates it, since it gives him less time to talk to you, but it also gives him less of an opportunity to embarrass himself in front of you - and the way his name sounds coming from you makes his heart flutter.

mike is convinced it's officially over when he accidentally knocks into you in an attempt to finally start a real conversation, the hot coffee in your hands spilling all over his white uniform shirt.

apologies start frantically spilling out from both of you, your hands pulling napkins out of your apron and trying to soak up as much of the brown liquid up (though you were probably making it worse). mike's face went hot as you pressed napkins against his arms, unable to feel the heat of the coffee over his own flush.

mike assured you not to worry about it but you shook your head and dragged him to the employee's room, searching through a box of uniforms for something that'd work.

you promised you'd dry clean the stain out despite mike's resistance, refusing to take no for an answer.

after changing into a white shirt that mike hoped his boss wouldn't notice had the name of the coffee shop stitched on the front, mike shakily exchanged phone numbers with you per your request, walking out of the coffee shop so dazed he almost runs straight into the door.

Mike Schmidt

Hi!

it’s mike by the way

you smile at the text, as if mike himself didn’t add his full name to your contacts.

hi! :)

you reply quickly.

Mike Schmidt

i didn’t text about the shirt by the way

that’s totally fine

i just wanted to ask how you were doing?

you smiled at how uncertain and awkward mike was, even over text. at least he was actually making conversation now.

i should be asking you that

i kinda spilled coffee all over you, i’m not sure if you remember that?

Mike Schmidt

i think i might

very faintly

but then this very attractive person asked for my number and i think i forgot all about it

woah.

just to keep you updated on your shirt!

;)

i hope you didn’t get into any trouble at work?

Mike Schmidt

oh my boss did NOT notice

my littler sister did though

she’s calling it “the case of the missing shirt”

my money’s on her to solve it

Mike Schmidt

she’s very smart

she sounds like she is

your shirt will be ready tomorrow

i could drop it off at your house?

i’d feel bad if you came to pick it up

Mike Schmidt

sure

would you be alright with coming by after 8?

sorry it’s so late that’s when i get off work

you don’t have to

no!! that’s fine

i get off at 7 tomorrow anyways

i’ll see you then?

Mike Schmidt

see you then

the case of the missing shirt gets solved. though, abby has a new mystery to solve at your arrival: why does her brother get so red when you come over?

#mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #fnaf x reader #fnaf #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy's #josh hutcherson #v + mike #v writes

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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 2 years

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Hello, love your blog. What are your thoughts about Yandere Batfam with an civilian s/o who’s very optimistic and sweet?

[Oh hell yes. ]

Batman/Bruce Wayne:

The play boy billionaire doesn't try to interfere with your life all to much. He does occasionally, "check in" with you when he's Batman. Watching you get home from getting groceries when on patrol so no one is suspicious.

But you notice.

"Hi Batman," you say with a smile. Watching the superhero/vigilante eyes widen from the dark shadows of Gotham. Rummaging through one of your bags, pulling out a box of store bought cupcakes.

"Thanks, for looking after me and all!" You say politely, nodding at him as he cautiously takes the dessert. His mind barking at him.

You noticed him.

His efforts.

You shouldn't have.

Nightwing/Dick Grayson:

The eldest of former Robin's would easily spot you from the crowd of pedestrians. Often showing off when a villian approaches and beating them to a pulp when they ruined your normal schedule.

Nightwing would talk to you without the mask frequently. Wanting you to love him for him, without the black and blue costume. Bringing out all his charm and some that Bruce taught him. Sure your friends and all, but he wants, no, expects more.

"Hey~!"

"Hiya Dick!" You greet him warmly, your cup of coffee burning your hands as you wait for the train. "I didn't know you would be taking the train today?"

"Yeah, cars in the shop." He said with a bashful grin. You scoff, but laugh at him. "Isn't it always?" You say with a eye roll, sipping your coffee as Dick scoots closer to you.

Red Hood/Jason Todd:

Jason was one for romance, but in stories. Color him suprised when he met you. To him, you make him belive there's hope for normalcy in his odd life. He wants to protect you from the blood and screaming in the streets of Gotham. Knowing that this city will chew you up and make you someone you wish you weren't.

Sure, he's not the hero-ing type, not much, anymore. But he'd rather kill villains and even innocent people to make sure your safe.

"WOW, that looks ruff buddy. You doin' okay?"

You ask Jason, noticing the splotches of red coloring his clothes. A simple book in his hand as he chuckles. "I'm good, don't worry. Fell on some paint earlier in the day."

Red Robin/Time Drake:

The Red Robin has you on his phone page, laptop, whatever device, has you on it. Definitely the creepy shy guy next door kinda vibe. In his normal attire, he's vying for your attention whenever he has a chance. As Red Robin, he flaunts himself like Dick and Jason. Only of you are around.

"Hmh?" You hear the shutter of clicks from above, looking up from the street road. You see a black mask and white dots stare down at you. You raise a hand and wave as more clicks follow after.

You shrug it off and continue your way. Knowing the boy wonder was probably taking photos of the streets for super hero purposes.

Ronin/Damien Wayne:

Much like his father. He watches over you constantly and has started fights over you like Jason. To which your non-the-wiser. Damien is pretty much all of the batfam yandere tendencies, he did learn for them and it is inherented

"Damien, you and I know both know that was dumb." You mutter, Damien scoffs at you. "They dishonored you, they should've gotten a worser punishment." "You and your chivalry.."

[Hope you like it!]

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wolfavens · 6 months

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ghost car of barna road

track 2 - slop 2/2

i wondered how i looked then - facing the shelves packed with discount junk, wearing nothing but thin slippers and my greasy pajamas. i had a scrap of paper torn out of a catalogue crumbled in my fist. it showed a small electric kettle in five color variants. one of them, the cyan one, was circled in bright red marker. underneath, as an added security, my mother wrote in her tiny, neat, schoolteacher’s handwriting: cyan.

they did not have the cyan one.

now, my options were limited. i considered them while sipping cold coffee obtained on the shelf behind me. i was either taking a pastel pink kettle home, hoping the cheerful colour will appease my mother to the loss of the cyan option; walk the two kilometres to the next supermarket hoping to snatch the cyan keetle;

or, my number one contender, returning back to our street, getting inside the rental and driving straight ahead until i hit the ocean.

"this is fucking ridiculous," i told myself.

she is fucking ridiculous. true. what but was i going to do about that now?

i groaned, pulling my phone out of my back pocket. it was half after eight. i was supposed to start working at nine and my hot cup of coffee, shower and peace of mind depended on a fucking cyan kettle that was not where it was supposed to be.

“i have no fucking time for this,” i breathed, snatching a box off the shelf and made my way to the empty cash register.

a smiling lady rang my purchase, asked me about my opinions on weather and, not deterred by my discouraging grunts and deadpan expression, mentioned the kettle i was getting was really amazing, she had it herself, and it looked so nice in her kitchen, she tried to have everything in her kitchen in pastel pink, it brightened up the room so much and made it so lovely, didn’t i think so?

“that will be thirty five euro, love.”

i wondered if i was too czech now. it’s been ten years of cloudy faces and getting snapped at in the shops. a lady at imigration made me cry in my scond week there. ten years later, whatever was happening here, was making my skin crawl. i was no longer used to happy faces and polite chatter. my first instinct was to use the kettle box as a shield and push my way out of the door, overthrowing old people and babies for bonus points. i felt like a stranger in my own home.

the unsettling through followed me down the road to my parent’s door. i tried to block it’s weight with my foot before slipping in, but it clung to my grey leggins. it followed me down the hall to the back sunroom/kitchen, right at my heel like an eager puppy. it was there when i put the box down on the table, there when my mom looked back with a smile, closer when her round wrinkled face fell noticing the delivered goods.

“oh, it’s the pink one,” she said, covering her sadness with cheerful politeness.

“they did not have the cyan one,” i said. “only pink and black. the pink is nice.”

she nodded, taking the box and placing it, very carefully, on the floor by the door. “sit down, i made you some eggs and bacon.”

i sat down in an empty place, facing the back door. my eyes kept returning to the box while my mother chattered.

one time in prague, not much longer after our move, my irish girlfriend got me this vintage jacket at a traveling thrift marketplace. it was the worse wine red colour, with tiny reflective flakes and shite-load of colourful beads strewn harphazardly across the back and it’s too short, not quite three-quater sleeves. she said the second she saw it it reminded her of my “free spirit”. by that she must’ve meant the long dark nights spend getting blackout drunk, shying away from phones which could at any time remind me about your existence.

my “free spirit” jacket became this thing hanging on our dresser door, obscuring a fair amount of the decorative mirror embedded in the frame. everything unsaid between us seemed to cling to it like lint. every argument we had was another bead sparkling in its sleeve. every bloody fucking thing that pissed us off about each other was this tiny reflective piece of plastic that, if the sunshine streamed in through the winddow at just the right angle, would hit you in the eye and scorch your pupil.

i would wake up and see the jacket and all the bad things about our relationship would be right there, reflected in that ugly, dusty piece of second skin.

after a while it became sentient.

it would walk into the room when we argued and point its too short arms at us, throwing out beads to jog our memories. that summer you kissed that other guy when we were dating; i can’t believe you told me you were quitting and lied to my face; the way you acted when my mother came for a visit; why do you never want us to travel home together, are you ashamed of me?; and finally you, you, you, you - but she kept calling you him, like she couldn’t quite remember your name. she called you him and the jacket kept throwing all the beads the colour of your eyes at me until they cut my skin.

finally we broke up and she packed everything she owned up into these huge suitcases she got online. she rolled them across the oak floor-boards that moaned in reply and when she stopped in the doorward for the last time she said: “you know, all you had to do was say was you didn’t like it.”

it took me a while to realise she was talking about the jacket, not us. she left it there, hanging off the closet door, so dusty it looked more grey then red by then.

i looked at the kettle in its snug box now, lying by the canary yellow wallpapered wall, enveloped by a soft pool of light. in wondered if this was the same thing. i wondered how long it will take until all the things i do wrong burst out through the colourful packaging and flood our kitchen floor.

“more tea?” asked my mother in her cheerful sing-songy voice.

“i don’t like tea.” i wanted to say.

“sure.”

from the box by the door, you could hear tiny plastic screws click-clacking in vicious enjoyment.

#simblr #ts4 story #s:gcbr #oc:fiadh #oc:ann marie #it you read my random writing stuff in summer #this is the same with minor edits #so good to skip i guess lol

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ladykailitha · 10 months

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Royal Pain Part 7

Hello! All righty, I think I know how the apprentices are going to go and how to work Erica into the plot (she was refusing before), so it’s going to be a fun ride.

Just soft Stevie hours today.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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They got into work and immediately Robin started making calls.

“What are you doing?” Steve asked opened up the shop.

“I’m rearranging your appointments for tomorrow so we can go put up the fliers,” she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Steve nodded. “Yeah, okay. You’re making sure not to overbook me, right?” He bit his lip and looked away. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her. He did. He was just terrified.

She sighed and put the phone down. She moved around the desk and gave him a big hug. “You’ve got this and so do I. And if things go well enough we can hire a second receptionist.”

Steve raised his head. “And then you’d be able to go back to school with all that money you save up.” He looked hopeful.

Robin grinned. “Of course you would be more excited about something good happening to me then for your own damned good. Doofus!” She gave him a big kiss. “But yes, I could go back to school.”

Steve nodded. Yeah, okay. This was really was the best thing for them both.

He was nervous about Eddie coming over that night in a way that he wasn’t usually. He had had boyfriends and girlfriends a plenty. Hookups when he wanted them, too. But the thought of Eddie coming over put him on the edge. But he forced himself to focus when doing the tattoos, though.

He had to. There was actual blood involved and a slip up could seriously harm someone. But if he let his mind wander between sessions, well that was between him and Robin and Robin wasn’t going to say shit.

Finally the day was over and they closed up for the night.

“Are you sure you want to spend the night over at Erica’s?” Steve asked as they got in his car.

“It’s fine,” Robin said. “I have no desire to listen to metal or watch the two of you moon over each other, either.”

Steve flushed a bright red.

“We don’t make moon eyes at each other,” he defended.

She laughed light and clear. “And if I were to text Dustin right now he wouldn’t say that you weren’t gaga for each other last night?”

He scoffed. “This is the same dude that thought you were straight, Robs.”

Robin blinked rapidly. “Yeah okay, that’s fair. What about Suzie? Would she say the same?”

That brought Steve short. “Uh...” he snatched her phone and tossed it on the back seat. “No comment.”

“Steve!” she squawked, trying to get at her phone, but it was useless. He was already driving.

She pouted all the way to Erica’s. “Maybe I should come home and tell Eddie all the embarrassing stories.”

Steve scoffed. “And I’d tell him all the embarrassing stories about you.”

“I don’t have any embarrassing stories.”

“So you weren’t embarrassed that time you flirted with Lucas’s teammate’s girlfriend. In front of said teammate?”

Robin’s jaw dropped. “You wouldn’t.”

Steve raised an eyebrow.

“Fine,” she said with a huff getting out the car. “I won’t tell Eddie embarrassing stories, but I’ll get Dustin to tell him for me!”

“Wait!” Steve called but Robin closed the door with her bag and phone in hand and laughed all the way up to Erica’s apartment.

“Shit!”

Eddie came over just as Steve was finishing up dinner.

He turned the heat down and went to go get the door to Eddie holding a large box of vinyls and presumably a record player.

“Sorry about the box,” Eddie said with a grimace as he slipped past Steve to set it on the coffee table. “But as easy as it would be to just play them on my phone...”

“There is just some music meant to be played on vinyl?” Steve finished for him with a fond smile.

Eddie lit up. “Yeah. You get it! There is just something so pure about the music this way. The only way to get it purer than this, is to see it live.”

Steve smiled up at him. “Which is a tad expensive.”

Eddie laughed. “Yeah. Hey, what smells good? I thought we were getting take out?”

“I got home earlier than I usually do,” he said, heading back into the kitchen, “so I made spaghetti, I hope that’s okay.”

“It sounds divine,” Eddie said. “I’ll get this set up, while you finish making our dinner.”

Steve beamed at him. “And that sounds like a plan. I’ll be out in about ten. Feel free to look around. Everywhere except the closed bedroom on the left. That’s Robin’s.”

“Where is the Buckster tonight?” Eddie called after him as he got down to setting up his record player.

“Staying with a friend of ours,” Steve said. “Actually, Erica is the little sister of the reason you had to come see me in the first place.”

“She’s Lucas’s little sister?” Eddie’s head poked around the corner to peer into the kitchen. “I think I remember her. She had a D&D character based on a ‘My Little Pony’ character. She was a real spitfire, but I had graduated before she joined Hellfire.”

Steve chuckled. “That would be the one. I think she even became president of the club her senior year.” He spooned out some of the sauce and turned to Eddie. “Here, try this tell me what you think.”

Eddie sauntered up to him and took sip from the spoon and hummed. “Shit, dude. That’s amazing. If this tattoo thing ever goes bust, you could be a chef.”

Steve ducked his head to hide the blush that stained his cheeks. “It’s nothing special.”

Eddie cocked his head to the side. “Did you make it or did it come from a jar?”

“Well, the sauce came from a can,” Steve admitted, “but the rest of it was me.”

Eddie clutched chest. “Oh my! You didn’t blend the tomatoes yourself! I take it back. I take it all back!”

Steve laughed out loud. “Yeah, yeah. All right, point taken. Drama queen.”

Eddie scuffed Steve’s shoulder. “Go easy on yourself, man. Life’s tough enough without adding our own fucking baggage.”

“Is that another Wayne-ism?” he asked, getting down the plates from the cupboard.

Eddie grinned. “One of the first ones he ever taught me.”

Steve put the food on the plates and handed one to him. “I’d like to meet him some day.”

Eddie’s smile turned soft. “I’d like that, too. He’s still back in Hawkins, though. So it would have to be a weekend trip if we go.”

Steve laughed and walked out to the front room. “I’d like that. Once I get a couple of apprentices, I’d happily blow off work to meet the famous Uncle Wayne.”

Eddie blushed and ducked his head. He shoved his hair in front of his face and nodded.

They ate while Eddie gave him a history lesson on metal. Steve was endlessly fascinated. He’d never had anyone explain the differences between rock, metal, and punk before. He learned it’s not just about the sound or the lyrics. It’s about the chords. The bass. The drums. They’re different. And Eddie pulled up a couple of rock and punk songs so that Steve could hear the difference. And suddenly he gets it.

He gets up and goes to his room and brings out an old acoustic guitar and hands it to Eddie. “Play me one of the songs you play on Saturday.”

Eddie gingerly takes the cherry red guitar from him. “Who’s pretty little thing is this?”

Steve blushed. “It was mine. I bought it learn how to play this girl’s favorite song, but she broke up with me before I could play it for her.”

“Her loss,” Eddie said seriously. “Which song was it?”

Steve winced. “It’s really bad. I’m not sure I want to tell you.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide and he tilted his head. “Come on, it can’t be that bad.”

Steve named the song.

“Nope, I take that back,” Eddie said. “That is the absolute worst. Please tell me you don’t like that kind of music.”

Steve shook his head. “I’m more of Imagine Dragons, Rise Against, The Struts kind of guy...which isn’t really anything except alt rock. Even Robin thinks my music is eclectic.”

Eddie smiled at him. “Nothing wrong with liking different kinds of music. Coloring outside the lines is what drew me to metal in the first place. I can’t fault someone else finding the same appeal in a different genre.”

Steve smiled back. “I’m really liking this music though. I thought it was all screaming.”

“That’s a common misconception,” Eddie agreed. “There are a lot of bands that scream, but not all of them. The ones that do are more commonly called screamo bands than metal, though.”

Steve nodded.

They talked until the early hours of the morning. It wasn’t until Eddie saw the sky began to lighten that they even realized the time.

“Holy shit,” he said. “Is that the sun rise?” He grabbed Steve’s hand and dragged him on to the balcony where they watched the sun come up.

“I don’t remember the last time I watched the sun come up,” Steve whispered leaning on the wrought metal railing. He looked over at Eddie, the first rays of sunlight turning the brown curls almost copper and knew Robin had been right. He was in love with this beautiful man.

Eddie laughed. “Me and the boys caught a lot of late nights when we were first getting started so we got to see the sun come up loads of times. But I don’t remember the last time that it was a good thing instead of proof we’d been working too hard.”

Steve smiled. “All that work has paid off.”

“I suppose,” Eddie said, “selling out arenas to screaming crowds would have been nice, though.”

Steve bumped their shoulders together.

Just as the sun crested over the horizon, Eddie turned to him. “Hey don’t you have to open the shop in a few hours?”

Steve shook his head. “Not today. Robin and I are going to hit up the local colleges and dives putting up fliers for an apprenticeship under me.”

Eddie turned around and leaned his arms on the railing. “I didn’t know people still did fliers these days.”

Steve shrugged. “It’s a little different for tattoo artists and shit. I’ve posted on social media, but I need to get the ones who don’t follow me, you know. The ones that are like me that don’t know they want this. The ones that are thinking about making a change in their lives and don’t know what that looks like yet. But they’ll see the fliers. Maybe they’ll take a chance. Those are the ones I’m looking for.”

Eddie smiled at him. “You’re really passionate about this, huh?”

“I love it.”

The words on Steve’s lips that he bit back, I love you. I could be as passionate about you as I am about this. Let me please.

But if his failed relationships taught him anything, it was that he was too much. But he could wait. Wait until he was just right for someone. He hoped it was Eddie.

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Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Epilogue

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upsidedownwithsteve · 1 year

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The Seventh Day Of Christmas

Steve Harrington x fem!reader [1.5K]

Working overtime at the diner during the lead up to Christmas had you somewhat frazzled. Your feet hurt from standing all day, you were too tired to do much after a double shift and you were severely behind on your Christmas shopping.

In fact, you’d completely forgot about the get-together everyone was having that night until you bumped into Robin outside of the grocery store, cereal bar and lukewarm coffee in hand.

Hawkins was covered in a thin layer of frost, the air cold enough to see, the trees covered in string lights rather than leaves. The girl had reminded you of the movie night in the Wheeler’s basement, the secret Santa that had been arranged almost three week ago and how you were on snack duty.

And despite the way you’d nodded your head and tried to smile, promising you’d be there, Robin had grinned and seen right through your panic. ‘Cause with another twelve hour shift ahead of you, when were you supposed to buy your secret Santa present?

Who’s name had you even picked out of the hat?

You found the strip of crumpled paper at the bottom of your purse, just as you were finishing for the night. Your apron had too many stains on it, your feet ached, Mr Loretti had let you take home a couple of boxes of pizza and your boyfriend's name stared up at you in Nancy’s neat print.

Steve Harrington.

You’d decided on what to do before you even got home, rushing from your car into the house with a brand new burst of energy. If you were quick about it, you could pull it off before you needed to be at Nancy’s with the food, ready to watch bad Christmas movies with the rest of your friends.

You showered the grease and the smells of the diner from your hair, your skin, closing your eyes just briefly as the hot water washed over you, a smile on your lips as you thought about the boy.

It had been a few days since you’d properly spent time with Steve, both of you busy with work and the holiday rush, making do with whispered phone calls between dinner and bed, voices tired and words spoken a little longingly. Every night he told you he missed you and every night a new need and want clawed at the back of your throat.

It was too late to go to the mall, to find one of the fancier lingerie stores that sold the kind of outfit you had in mind. One that was all red velvet and white trim, short skirts and a dirtier version of what you’d find at the little grotto that was set up in the middle of the food court.

So you decimated your underwear drawer instead, reaching into its depths to pull out lace and silk, hunting until you found that set you were always a little too scared to wear — delicate and ruby red, lacy and with more pieces to it than your normal choices.

But you thought of Steve and the way he’d look at you, boyish smile turning into a full on grin, eyes lighting up with an excitement you hadn’t had a chance to see in a while. So you slipped on the bra, the matching underwear, the soft stockings and suspenders that made your legs look longer than normal.

You hid it all under a too big sweater and some old jeans, grabbing the pizza boxes and your car keys as you set off earlier than you needed to, only stopping to pause in your hallway, eyes cast over the Santa hat that was hanging from the bannister — a Christmas carolling prop that no one seemed to use anymore.

You grabbed it, grinning, and set off for your boyfriends.

Steve’s car was the only one in the drive when you reached the Harrington’s, his parents between deals before the year finished up for the holidays, both of them somewhere between Illinois and Kansas. The front door was unlocked, the fire in the living room barely still crackling and you could hear the dim of running water from above.

Steve’s en-suite door was cracked, a little light and a lot of steam coming from inside, the soft sound of the boy’s singing barely heard from under the roar of the shower but it made you smile all the same. You called out to him as you toed your shoes off, sweater catching in your hair as you struggled to get yourself undressed.

“Hey, babe,” you tried to sound casual, nonchalant, as you stripped off your jeans, the denim catching at your ankles. “S’just me.”

You heard the rustle of the shower curtain, the silence as Steve stopped singing and god, you could even hear the smile in his voice when he answered.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he sounded so happy. “Didn’t think I’d get to see you before movie night, Loretti let you out early?”

You made a noise of agreement, stumbling a little as you opened up the rucksack you’d thrown over your shoulder, pulling out the heels you’d stolen from your mom’s wardrobe, the Santa hat that you tried to sit prettily on your head.

“Yeah, he can be nice sometimes!” You called back, trying to keep your breath even as you bent to check your hair in Steve’s mirror, fluffing your hair and untwisting the bra straps that wouldn’t quite coordinate.

Was red lipstick too much?

“S’not like you’ve worked sixty odd hours for him this week,” Steve commented mildly. The shower shut off, the water dripping as the pipes squeaked. “I’ll be out in a sec, babe.”

Fuck it, it was Christmas — you swiped on a layer of red across your lips, pressing them together as you tried to keep an eye on the bathroom door.

“Take your time.” Did you sound out of breath? Did you sound nervous? You felt nervous.

“Take my time?” You heard Steve huff, humour lacing his voice. “You kiddin’? Been dying for a kiss for da— oh, fucking hell.”

You panicked at the sound of Steve approaching, the bathroom door swinging open and letting more steam and light spill out. Steve stood in front of you, skin still damp and jeans unbuttoned, showing off the band of his boxers, the little trail of hair that led into them. He was clutching a towel to the back of his head, stopping mid scrub as he dried his hair, staring at you instead.

You’d perched yourself on the edge of his desk last minute, stocking covered legs crossed as daintily as you could, the Santa hat a little askew on the top of your head. But you’d painted your lips crimson to match all the lace, smiled shyly and waved when Steve still hadn’t said anything else.

“Surprise,” you managed to whisper, your voice undeniably shaky with nerves? Adrenaline? Anticipation? God, you’d fucking missed him. “From your secret Santa.”

“Jesus Christ, babe,” Steve breathed out, towel dropping by his bare feet as he leaned back, pressing himself against the door frame. His eyes were everywhere, roaming over you, one hand clutched dramatically to his bare chest. “Baby. Fuck, fuck, you look insane.”

You preened at that, eyes glittering in the low light that came from the bathroom vanity. You watched the boy move forward, eyes on him, gaze heavy and heated. “Yeah?”

Steve nodded, close enough to smooth his hands over your thighs, calluses catching at the lace hems of your stockings, thumbs tucking themselves under the straps of your suspenders.

“I’m about to lose it just looking at you,” he breathed, words hitching into a gasp and a groan at the end as you hooked your fingers into the band of his boxers, tugging him forward. “The things I wanna do to you—”

You grinned, heart racing for all the right reasons under all that red lace. “I heard something about a kiss,” you reminded him sweetly.

Steve’s hands went wandering, one warm palm smoothing into the inside of your thigh, gently coaxing your legs apart so he could step between them. His pupils were blown wide as he gazed down at you, lips parted, breath coming a little heavy.

His fingers pressed themselves to the seam of your cunt, sliding up enough to find your clit, the pressure just right to get you gasping.

“Yeah, honey?” Steve whispered, all sticky sweet and wrecked sounding. Your lashes fluttered when he leaned in, nose pressed to your cheek and he kept talking all low for you. “You want a kiss?”

You nodded, head tilted back, hands reaching up to curl into the mess of his still damp hair, holding on for dear life. His thumb pressed down again, pushing lace against you so he could feel how wet you were already.

His lips ghosted over your cheek, your jaw, the corner of your mouth.

“A kiss where?” He asked.

You both missed the first hour of the movie, the pizza forgotten on Steve’s kitchen counter as he turned up at the Wheeler’s front door with his hand in yours and red lipstick marks on his neck.

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everlastlady · 7 months

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𝐌𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮.

✰ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Hello! My little heroes, villains, and civilians. Another Miguel O 'Hara post. If you enjoyed this story then my request box is open. You can support me by blazing, commenting, hearts, or reblogging. Don't forget to eat, drink water, and take your medicine. Also support your local fan fiction writers! If you want to be on the Miguel tag list then let me know. Also I wrote this because I suffer from seizures so this is a comfort story and hopefully it comforts those who suffer from seizures.

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: (Name) suffers from seizures and their lovely boyfriend Miguel does his best to help their partner. He cares for (Name) and wants to make sure they are always safe. Always keeping an eye on them and having Lyla watched them while he's gone, he is always prepared when you have a seizure.

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♡ Miguel met you at a coffee shop, the two of you ordered the same drink which striked up a conversation. The two discussed which coffees you both loved and hated. Miguel loved the little laugh you did here and there. Something about you made him smile. Miguel listened to you talk about your favorite bands and singers. Your favorite colors and how you enjoy a nice book while it rains. Miguel had to go but you two exchanged numbers.

♡ The two of you would text every night. Miguel would lay in bed in his blue and red boxers while texting you, letting out chuckles at the funny gifs and memes you would send. Lyla would have to remind him to sleep and then have to wake him up in the morning because he was over sleeping. You and Miguel never stopped texting, always telling each other about your day, venting to each other, or sometimes phone calls.

♡ But one day you didn't text Miguel and that worried him. You never miss a texting session with him. Maybe you were busy and he was just overreacting. So he went to bed that night but the next morning no calls or text none of those funny cat memes you sent him. He hoped that he didn't do anything to upset you. So he called your number but no answer, this made Miguel panic. So he had Lyla track your location by using your phone number.

♡ " Oh, you aren't going to like this Miguel, (Name) is in the hospital... " Lyla said looking worried. Just the word hospital made Miguel rush out the door as Lyla gave him the location of the hospital. Miguel went to the front desk he had to lie and say that he was your husband and has been worried about you. Miguel was told your hospital room and went there. Miguel saw you laying in the bed and watching TV, you saw Miguel in your doorway and sat up surprised. " Miguel? " You spoke in a tired tone.

♡ " Mi querida, estaba preocupado, what happened? " Miguel sat on your bed and took your hand into his and gave it a gentle squeeze. You bite your lip and sighed, guess it was time to tell him and you hoped that he wouldn't see you differently. " I had a real bad seizure at work I had falling when grabbing something for a customer and hit my head, had another seizure on the way here... " You looked away as Miguel's brown eyes widened. " Why didn't you tell me that you have seizures!? " He placed his hand on your cheek. You explained to Miguel that you didn't want him to look at you different as some disease or a fragile flower. " (Name), I know about seizures and I know that what you have isn't a disease and even though you have seizures I won't treat as some fragile flower, I'll watch you closely, protect, and check on you but I won't treat you like some fragile little flower. I care about you, I was scared and worried. " Miguel hugged you.

♡ Miguel sat with you as the two of you talked. You told Miguel that you had been having seizures since you were a kid how people made fun of you growing up and treated your condition like a virus that could spread or how some people treated you like a fragile flower. You told him about the medicine you took and what triggered you seizures, and how you relaxed after having one. Miguel made a mental note of everything. He wanted to be there for you. After you were released from the hospital Miguel took you home. He liked your cozy apartment it really reflected your personality.

♡ Miguel stayed around since he wanted to make sure you were okay, so he stood outside your bathroom while you took a shower and when you were getting dressed. He cooked a nice meal for you. He even did some house work, normally you didn't really want someone doing these things for you especially after having a seizure but Miguel doing it made you smile, so you laid in bed eating while Miguel cleaned your living room and kitchen.

♡ After a while Miguel laid in the bed with you as the two of you watched a movie on Netflix. Miguel didn't mind that you cuddled up to him since you were his best friend. Miguel would look down to see your eyes on the TV enjoying the movie. Sometimes Miguel would rest his arm on your leg or hip. Which his touches made you blush. The two of you would shift into different positions and soon you had your head on his chest and Miguel had his arms wrapped around you. Miguel looked down at you but this time your eyes weren't on the film but were on him. The two of you stared at each other for a couple of seconds before kissing.

♡ " Te amo " Miguel mumbles against your soft lips. The two of you pulled apart and smiled. Miguel held you close, this felt right and he didn't want to let you go so he asked you out on a date which you accepted. Miguel wanted this date to be perfect so he spent days trying to plan it, even asked Jess and Peter for help; which Jess and Peter were surprised that big scary Miguel found someone but they were glad to see him happy and not work himself to death or bury his emotions so they helped even Hobie was going to play a part.

♡ The date was today and right now, you looked in the mirror and admired the outfit you choose for the date and hoped Miguel liked it. Speaking of Miguel when he arrived to pick you up, he brought you flowers and a basket of your favorite snacks. Miguel took you on a rooftop date, he made your favorite meal and dessert. The fairy lights were beautiful. " I hope you love it my luz. " Miguel kissed your cheek and pulled out your chair. He pushed in your seat. You looked over to see a tall man dressed in black ripped jeans and a band t-shirt. He was playing a sweet melody on his guitar. " That's Hobie, he's a uh co-worker and is doing a favor by playing for us. " Miguel said as he pours you a glass of your favorite beverage.

✰ The date went as planned. You and Miguel talked, ate, danced, and shared a few kisses. Jess and Peter watched from a far and took care of any crime so that Miguel wouldn't have to leave or have the date ruined. You didn't know he was Spiderman and he was scared to tell you. He didn't want you scared or see him differently. After the date, Miguel took you home and you laid in bed giggling and feeling all sorts of emotions. Miguel himself was happy the date went well. Lyla herself teased Miguel all night.

✰ Eventually you moved in Miguel which made him happy because he could make sure that you whenever you had a seizure him or Lyla was around. Though whenever he talked about Lyla, he would explain that it just a security system so you never saw Lyla. Miguel would pick up your medicine or remind you to take it every morning and night. He would keep your stress levels low and whenever he was away at the society, he had Lyla keep him update on your health levels and track every pill you took.

✰ Part 2: (Name) finds out Miguel is Spiderman?

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jazminrhode1 · 5 months

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Wow. I love the angst and I love your writing sm. Can you write something super nostalgic about the reader thinking back on her relationship with Matt after they broke up? Only if you have time and I know you have a lot of breakup/angsty fics but I love them!!

5 Years Matt Sturniolo x Reader One Shot

Summary: You reminisce on your previous relationship with Matt.

Word Count: 698 words

“So… where are you from?” you ask to fill the awkward silence of waiting in line. “Massachusetts,” the girl replied.

Whenever someone mentions that they’re from Massachusetts you always ask what part. A piece of you hopes that they’ll say they’re from Sommerville so that you can tell them about Matt.

“My ex was from Sommerville,” you replied. She nodded politely probably wishing she had a pair of headphones. You don't know what possessed you to continue the conversation but, here you were.

You met Matt when you first moved to LA at a party of a friend of a friend. You weren’t looking for love but, at some point he smiled at you and that was it. By the end of that July a little red heart replaced his name on your phone and you haven’t had the nerve to change it back yet.

“Why’d you break up?” she asked when she felt your eyes burning a hole through a spot on the ground.

The truth was that you went from being friends to lovers; from “come over” to “come home.” You spent 5 summers dreaming of 80 summers more. But, somewhere in the midst of that final winter, you lost your way back to each other. That spring was the last time he pulled into your driveway to pick up the last box of his things. When his taillights disappeared down your street you realized your little love story wasn’t meant to have a happy ending.

“I think we just grew apart,” you replied. You regretted starting the conversation.

“How long were the two of you together?” she asked as you both shuffled forward in the queue. “Five years” you responded quietly.

For 5 years he wrote you into all of his stories - past, present, and future. For 5 years, no matter where he was, his mind always wandered to you. In the 5 years that you were together, you never thought that you’d see the day that it would come to an end. But, after 5 years you couldn’t seem to find your way back to Matt.

“That’s a long time” she acknowledged, “it must be hard to be reminded of him.”

On the contrary, a beautiful sentiment lands with you whenever you think about Matt - he will always be young in your memory. When you remember him, he is a 20-something-year-old with all the potential in the world. He is happy living in LA with his brothers. Trevor is still waiting for him at home. He had adoring fans all across the world. And, you both still have more time together.

This version of Matt, the only one you’ll ever know, has fluffy hair and a fake Southern accent. He has too much Mattitude and he's still a picky eater. He wears lame phrases on t-shirts and sleeps with his stuffed animals… And he loves you.

“Next,” the server calls as you make your way to the glass cabinet pointing at the last vanilla cupcake they have left.

As you make your way home, it’s on nights like this that you pay a visit to his memory. Was he still struggling with anxiety? Were his brothers safe and happy? Did his parents take the trip to Costa Rica they were planning? Would his Grandma still remember you? Does he still sleep with the pug? Does he tell strangers about you in line at the coffee shop?

Maybe these are all the things you'll never know. All the sentences left unwritten in your story. But, every year you light a candle on his birthday and whisper a prayer for him. He’d never know after all this time that you still pray for his safety, his future, his everything even if that isn’t you anymore.

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scarlettriot · 1 year

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♡ COLD COFFEE ♡

Pairing: Kirishima X Reader

Warnings: Hurt//Comfort. Injuries & Hospitalizations.

Word Count: 1k ish

A//N: I’ve been in a coffee shop AU mood so I present to you, this fuckin’ thing. It’s not proofed or anything. Thanks @meggsngrits for letting me ramble this morning. Ily ♥︎

Ever since Kirishima switched agencies, started his own, he’s been going to the same little coffee shop every single morning.

The lines were usually long but he never cared. He’d wake up with plenty of time to wait his turn and order his coffee with far too much cream and just a pinch of sugar and the box of half dozen little donut holes that he savored each and every morning.

Of course, seeing your pretty face first thing bright and early was always a bonus. He might’ve even developed a little crush on you— if only he knew you’d been harboring one for him too…

You couldn’t forget the day Red Riot walked into your coffee shop. The way he stood well over a foot taller than most of your other customers. And then there was his bright red hair and his blindingly bright grin. Too bright for 7 AM.

Just because you ran a coffee shop didn’t exactly mean you were a morning person…

Kirishima made it easier though (you only called him Red Riot once since he asked you to call him Kirishima from the moment you wrote his name on that first paper cup). For almost two years now you wrote his name down 6 days a week. Sometimes 7 if he came in on his day off.

You got to know the man over 3 minute conversations. While you pour equal amounts of coffee to cream in that paper cup. You learned when he had late patrols, when he had office days. You learned to pick up on his moods, the man wore them on his sleeve. You saw him with fresh injuries and watched as they healed, adorning his hands, arms, and face with new scars, but none were ever bad enough to make him miss a morning.

The first morning he did miss, you assumed he’d finally gotten a much needed extra day off. The following day was his scheduled day off and the next he wasn’t in either. He must’ve taken a long weekend.

Good. You couldn’t think of anyone more deserving.

But then rumors started circling. You saw them on the front page of a tabloid first:

The Sturdy Hero Red Riot - - Breakable After All

Ignoring the line of people you and making them increasingly mad, you flipped to the article that you knew better than to believe. They exaggerated everything after all. 80% of what was in this was plain false but you read it anyway.

There wasn’t much to go on. Just that there was a battle and Kirishima had fallen while protecting a group of civilians as well as his own sidekicks. He was in critical condition at a local hospital.

“Yeah, it’s true, don’t know how they got the info though. We do everything we can to keep Pro’s identities hidden while they’re in our care,” you friend told you on the phone after work that night. “Your crush is stable though. But, he’s still in a coma…”

The week that followed had never been more bleak. People seemed more irritable, hardly any of them had a smile, or maybe it was just none of them compared to Kirishima’s. Either way, you had to do something.

So, you start to make his order every morning before opening. Pouring the coffee into a to-go cup and packing 6 donut holes plus one extra for good luck.

You’d walk down to the hospital and leave the order with your friend to drop off all before opening the store up for the day.

He hadn’t woken up yet. But when he did, you wanted him to have his favorite treat. The coffee would probably be cold but at least the donuts would still be tasty.

Days turned into weeks that you kept up your little ritual and you had every intention of waking up the next morning and doing it all over again but, you’d been putting up the chairs when the bell above the front door rang. “Sorry, we’re—“

It’d been almost a month since you’d seen him. The longest you’d gone since he first showed up nearly two years ago. His dark roots were poking through matching the stumble that was covering his jaw but, other than that, he looked like the same smiling Kirishima you’d been falling in love with over paper cups and donut holes.

You clutched a mug so tightly between your hands it threatened to shatter, just trying to process that he was here in front of you again with that to-go cup in his hand.

He stayed close to the door but cleared his throat. “They told me I was out for a bit.” What a fat understatement that was. “Pretty sure it was your coffee and donuts that brought me back around… I never feel fully awake until I get my cup. So, I just wanted to drop by and say thank you but I know you’re closed so, I’ll just see ya—“

“Do you want a fresh cup?” You blurted out and his hand hovered on the door handle. “I brought that this morning. It’s gotta be ice by now.”

His smile was as soft as the first day you saw him. “Only if you have a cup with me.”

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farity · 7 months

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In the Red of Night, part 6

According to Katie and Bailey, no one remotely posh had gone to the shop in the last couple of days, and although the last thing Aemond wanted was to have you out of his safety zone, you insisted that you had to see to your shop.

"It's across the street, Aemond."

"I have a meeting I cannot miss," he said, "but my friend Gendry will be there. You can trust him. He had a close call with a woman very much like Alys a while ago and will defend you to the death, if need be."

Your eyes grew wide, "well, I hope it doesn't come to that."

He showed you pictures of Gendry, including one of him and Aemond sitting together at some fancy function. "As soon as I am done I will be at the shop."

"I will be careful," you said, "I am not taking this lightly."

He nodded. "I know. I will see you later," he kissed you gently, and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

* * * * *

"Oh. My. Gods."

You looked at Katie, who was staring at the front of the shop. You followed her gaze and found that Gendry had just walked in, looking around much like Aemond had done that first day.

"Can I help you?"

He looked towards the counter, where Katie was leaning over the register, probably wishing she'd worn something more low-cut.

"Sure," he said easily, "a coffee, black, and a morning bun, please."

Katie beamed at him and he smiled back, then looked at you. "Hello, I'm here for a bit, do you mind if I set up my laptop?"

"No problem, feel free to grab a table, Katie will bring your order over."

As he turned, Katie mouthed I love you to you and began tugging down her shirt to reveal more of her breasts. Poor Gendry, he had no clue what was headed his way.

Your phone buzzed and you grabbed it out of your pocket, smiling when you saw Aemond was checking in. You began replying to his text.

He is here, all is well.

His meeting would go on until almost the end of the day, but he would text you whenever he could.

You went back to the shop kitchen and began prepping the savory pastries you were offering for lunch. Katie was a stellar barista with zero baking talent, but she did go out a lot and would give you ideas of flavor combinations she'd liked, which you would then tweak until you were satisfied. Bailey was a stellar baker and a foodie, and you thought all three of you made a great combination for the shop.

While you waited for the three trays to bake you went through the first lessons from Aemond when it came to vampires.

Garlic, crosses, sunlight, and holy water did absolutely nothing to them.

A stake through the heart worked, but it was best to cut off the head and burn it and the body to be sure.

Never assume the fight is over. Until you get reinforcements or you are 100% sure, you do not let down your guard.

If you think you're being followed, you're probably right.

"Bossy boss!"

Katie''s voice cut through your reverie, and you went back out. "Do we have any of the leek and bacon pastries today?"

A young woman with a tween girl next to her looked at you.

"Yes, they're in the oven actually, should be done in about three minutes."

"You have to try them," the tween girl said to the young woman, "they are so yum!"

"I'm glad you like them," you said, while Gendry casually kept an eye on everyone in the shop. "You want them to take with you or to eat here!"

"Um, both, thank you!" the girl said cheerfully, "two for here and two to go. And that yummy iced chai thing, two please."

The girl turned in a blur of pink and blue hair and the young woman smiled. "Hey, she's eating something with vegetables so I'll encourage it."

"I can ring you up and get those drinks ready," Katie piped up while you headed back into the kitchen to take out the pastries as soon as they were ready.

You left the large tray resting on the counter before plating two of them and boxing up two others, then took everything out to Katie before returning to the kitchen.

* * * * *

Perched on the edge of the table by the back door, sat Alys Rivers, legs crossed, the red soles of her heels showing. She ran her finger through the frosting of a cupcake and tasted it, looking at you the whole time.

"Mmm," she said, a frown marring her perfect features. "Too sweet. Needs a little bitterness to be truly sublime."

Your heart was beating so fast that you knew she could hear it, feel the lure of it like a beacon, but you held on to your phone, pushing on the side button over and over, and tried not to let the terror show on your face. "It sounds like we're not the place for you, then."

Alys smiled, a cruel thing that did not reach her eyes. "Some of us like sweet things to play with," she said, "for a while."

The back door opened and you saw Gendry as he stepped in. "Leave. While you can."

He held a stake in one hand and a wicked-looking knife in the other, and you took the opportunity, as Alys looked him over, to grab one of the stakes that now lived dispersed in the various kitchen drawers. For good measure, you also grabbed a chef's knife.

"I see." Alys glanced back at you, tilted her head. "I still remember the first time Aemond undressed me. Those long, dexterous fingers of his, undoing the back of my gown."

"You should see him do it with his teeth," you snapped, and Alys's eyes flared.

She sighed, got off the table, ran her fingers through her hair. Looking at Gendry, she said, "I think I know who you are. A friend of mine told me about the bastard with the blood of kings in his veins."

"She's dead." Gendry didn't move, but you saw the tremor that ran through Alys's back. "I hate nasty bitches in red."

Alys looked back at you, all pretense gone, her eyes dark as night. "Enjoy the time you have left with him."

She picked up her purse and walked past Gendry, closing the door behind her.

As still as Gendry had been the whole time, he had crossed the kitchen, put his weapons down, and slid his arms under you when your knees gave out in the next moment. "I got you," he whispered. "You were great, sweetheart, the bitch is gone."

* * * * *

Gendry stayed with you at Aemond's place after the shop closed. Even there, he'd gone inside first and gone through every room before he was satisfied that it was safe. "I know he's got top notch security," he said, "but I'm just making sure."

"I appreciate it. I really do."

He gave you a rare smile. "He's done the same for me. Arya and I owe him."

"Arya?"

The lift doors opened and Aemond walked in, nodding to Gendry, and enveloped you in his arms as the other man walked silently into the lift.

"Thank you!" you called out as the doors closed, then wrapped your arms around Aemond's neck. "I'm so glad you are back."

"I will kill her," he muttered against your cheek. "I will tear her apart, limb from limb, and burn every piece of her to ashes."

"Aemond, I'm fine. I'm here." You pulled back just enough to see his eyes blazing with anger. "We're here," you said before you pressed your lips against his.

He lifted you off the ground, pulling you to him as he sat on the sofa. "You have my heart," he whispered, "rotten, dead thing that it is, but you have it."

You pulled on his silver hair to look at him. "You have mine. Frail and human thing that it is. And I'm not letting some spoiled, undead bitch take you from me."

He kissed your neck, holding you tightly. "All you need do is say the word, and we will begin."

You held on, the terror of the day long gone, but aware that there was much more in store.

* * * * *

Aemond opened his eyes.

There was something wrong. He could feel it, taste it, and he immediately turned his head. She was there, sleeping soundly next to him, and he felt some of the tension leave him.

But not all. As quietly as possible, he slipped out of bed, scouring every inch of his bedroom before making his way to the living area.

Even from the top floor, he could see the lights.

Yellow, orange, and red, blazing in the pre-dawn hours as the inferno consumed the coffee shop across the street.

His hands fisted tightly, rage flowing through him.

He'd have to tell her.

Fucking Alys. Damn her to every single one of the seven hells.

He walked back in his bedroom, dreading the moment he'd have to tell the woman he loved that her dream was gone.

* * * * *

She was on the phone with her insurance minutes after she was done talking to the firefighters and cops. All the business information was accessible via her phone, and she took a thousand photographs while she waited for the insurance agent. He spoke to the cops and gave them all the information he had on Alys, which wasn't much other than her name and a screenshot from the last time she'd video called him.

She'd texted her employees, declining when they offered to stop by, and promised them two months' worth of paychecks, which he made a note of to take care of right away.

She didn't linger after the insurance guy left, and calmly accepted his offer to drive her to her house, to get paperwork and clothes. While he drove, she kept texting people, answering emails, and generally carrying on with the business of having lost her business.

Underneath it all, he could sense the grief, the anger, all the emotions coursing through her.

Once at her place, she grabbed the documents she needed, quickly sorted through her clothes and grabbed some more, and was almost out of her bedroom when she stopped.

Above the tiny desk to the side of her bed was a picture. Aemond watched as she peered in and placed a hand over her mouth. He closed the distance between them as she began sobbing and hugged her.

It was a picture of the coffee shop, with her standing out in front proudly holding a set of keys.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm so sorry."

She cried for a few minutes while he kissed the top of her head, all his wealth and power useless when her dream had been burned to the ground out of spite.

She wiped at her eyes and looked up at him.

"I'm saying the word. I want to start now, Aemond."

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thecynthh · 4 months

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Gift — M.S.

synopsis • matt gives y/n a present since she passed her exams for the term

warnings • cotton candy fluff, my shit writing

notes • college setting, f!partner, matt n u r dating

author chats • this is my first ever fic !! please give feedback i need validation

also i’ll write a pt 2 with smut in it if yalls like this one 🤗

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i want to wear his initial on a chain round my neck, chain round my neck

not because he owns me, but because he really knows me

Y/N’s POV

heavy tension finally clears from my shoulders as i take a step out of the thick classroom door. my feet automatically start my treck to a local coffee shop near my building. barely taking a few steps out the door my phone begins to buzz with excitement.

matty b❣️

the nickname flashes on my screen as i pull out my cell phone from the back pocket of my cargo pants. clicking the screen immediately after processing who it was.

“hello?” i say whipping my phone up to my ear.

“hey pretty girl” matt replies to my initial greeting. “so tell me, how’d it go?”

“personally i think it went phenomenal and to make it even better i KNOW it was super amazing” i explain absolutely thrilled by my amazing scores

unlike matt going through school was a necessity. i needed to succeed and i’m glad i had as great as a support that matt has been for the past year. my dream was so close all thanks to him, if he didn’t pull me out of that anxiety slump and put me back to work so soon i would’ve failed this exam.

i soon make it to coffee shop after asking matt how his day went and then getting greeted by the same barista whose been working there since i started at Eastwood.

“by the way i just made it to the cafe, im just going to pick up my coffee then i can head to your place to hang out” i tell my phone. the barista asks if my usual is good in a hushed voice seeing my phone up to my ear. i nod to him while walking over to the pick up side of the counter.

“actuallllyyy you can go straight to your apartment, i have a surprise for you” matt says showing excitement for what he got for me.

“matt, you can’t do this to me, im gunna cry” i reply with a fake teary voice.

a small chuckle echos through my ear. “you deserve it princess, all of it.”

“okay i’ll be home soon, i won’t make you wait much longer, love ya.” i snatch my drink and take a peak outside, snow fell from the coveted sky. matt would love how pretty this weather is.

Matt’s POV

“i love you too-“ that was all i could squeeze in before she hung up on me.

right now i just made it into y/n’s apartment waiting on her to get home, i bought a bouquet of red roses, which were here favourite, and i saw the prettiest necklace and i knew i had to get it for her.

it was held in a small velvet box waiting for its owner to claim it. opening it caused a small showcase light to illuminate the silver “m” that was a matching silver chain.

i thought about her when i saw it on the small mannequin. the only thing that played through my mind while i purchased it was that one taylor swift song she loves. i know swift isn’t really my vibe but she won a bet and got the aux for the car ride, it was catchy but i’ll never admit to liking taylor swift.

soon after fixing the bouquet i hear the lock on the door click and unlock. i hold up the flowers standing near the door with the necklaces box burning a hole through my jean pocket.

the door swings open revealing my girlfriend. my lovely girlfriend. her eyes lit up with glee as she looks at the bouquet in my hands.

Y/N’s POV

all i see is matt with a large bouquet of flowers in his hands and sweet smile drawn on his face.

i yank the large amount of red roses from his hands placing them down carefully on the coffee table near us and dive into his arms.

“thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.” i blurt out between each peck on his face. matts face lightly covered in a deep red lipstick he still just stands there waiting for me to done.

“of course princess, im really proud of you for finishing that exam.” he says to me pulling me in even closer.

“but to make it even better….” he trails off while sneaking is hand into his jean pocket. out comes a small jewelry box, he opens it presenting a necklace with his initial on it.

“i remember that song you like a lot, i don’t remember it all too well but i knew it meant a lot to you so-“

“i love so fucking much matty. you have no idea” i rest my forehead against his and slowly connect our lips.

he returns the kiss slowly with his hand snaking around the small of my back tugging me a little closer.

i’ve never wanted to be anywhere else in that moment.

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writerwithbrainrot · 2 months

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How do I tell someone I love them?

A story for the ever lovely @trippygalaxy go check them out. Valentines Day special!

I had fun with this-

Warnings: Kissing, wholesome fluff!

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"You should buy her an animal." Twilight said, sitting with his legs open on the Cafe bar stool, his hat and accent telling everyone in the vicinity that he was clearly not from Hyrule city. "Ladies love a cute thing they can hold."

Sky frowned, looking at the hot chocolate in his hands, shaking his head. "No, Sun is more of a bird person. She owned a Remlit when we were 8, but it scared her. So she prefers birds." he said

Wild, who's long hair was in a loose ponytail, took a sip of his Caramel frappe, and hummed. Twilight turned to the man next to him, as did the others. "Well. . . I'd ask Mipha or Urbosa. . . but Mipha is in physical therapy for the next hour and a half and Urbosa is visiting family."

"I'd get her some nice, big roses." Hyrule said, smiling next to sky, his fluffy brown hair falling infront of his eyes a bit, still wearing his brown Jacket. "You know, the red ones at Magda's floral shop are great! I got some orange ones for Aurora myself!" Legend turned up his nose at the name, his beenie still covered in the outside snow as he sipped his mocha black coffee.

"Oh heck no. She is scary and those roses are too expensive, especially since Valentines Day is tomorrow."

Sky slammed his head on the counter, groaning. The boys looked concerned at him as he raised his head. "I should just ask Wars. . . he is good with women, right?"

"No." the others all said at the same time. Wind walked up to sky, holding a shoe box decorated as a pirate ship, school bag on his back. "I'd get her some cards and lollipops!" he said, shaking his box, and hearing candy rattle within. "Or some peeps!"

"Those are just cavity causers." Legend said, scowling. "And shouldn't you be in class?"

Wind frowned "Well, I was going to give you some candy, but never mind."

Hyrule brightened. "Ooh, may I?" Wind grinned maliciously and held out the box to Hyrule, who shot his hand in, and screamed as a rubber skulleta spider shot out. Wild and Legend laughed as Twilight sighed, shaking his head as Wind cackled. "Already, you scallywag." he said, standing up, "we've played hookie long enough, let's go." he said, and Wind let out a sound of complaint but followed Teilight out, both saying goodbye to the group.

"Maybe I should ask Four?" Wild said, taking Twilight's seat. Sky shook his head. "No, don't. I don't wanna bother him. He's out of town with his girlfriend."

Hyrule patted Sky's back as Legend stood. "Welp, I gotta head out before Ravio starts blowing my phone up." He said, and Hyrule and Wild waved goodbye as Sky looked defeated.

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The grocery store was packed, and Sky was biting his lip, ears down as he looked around the candy isle, tapping his foot impatiently. He was frustrated, the others and been no help to him whatsoever.

He couldn't just by a rose for Sun, he'd have to by 10,000 and even then that wouldn't show her how beautiful she was to him. He couldn't just by candy, he would have to fly to the best chocolatiers in the world just to make her the best chocolates she'd like, but would that tell her how sweet she was to him? And he couldn't just get any card, he'd need to bring Leinardo de Vinci back to life to paint her a beautiful portrait! But would any of it be enough?

"You look troubled." A familiar, fatherly voice said and Sky jumped. He turned to see Time, a spirited man with the heart of a child. He was older than all of the guy's, and wad related to Twilight, yet they still didn't know his age.

"Time!" Sky said "I . . . it's nothing." he said, looking back at the shelved items, moving a back a bit as a teenage girl reached for a bag of candy, standing on her toes, apologizing to him as she did. Time smiled and grabbed the bag for her and handed it to the girl, who smiled and thanked him before rushing off.

"Rupee for your thoughts?" he asked with a kind smile. Sky huffed.

"Sun . . . I love her with my entire soul, I've known her since before we were born. How do I tell someone I love them?" he asked, looking back at Time. "I want to get her the best things, I want to show her how much I live her, but I don't know how. You're married to Malon, what should I do?"

Time hummed, thinking his words before speaking. "Well, what do you like about Sun and why?"

Sky smiled, that unmistakable love struck smile that made his ears perk back up. "Well. . . She has always put her all into everything. Back in school, when she sewed a sail cloth for the ceremony for the church's event back in high school. . . She's so kind to everyone she meets and never afraid to be social or put her foot down. . . she's got this flare to her that makes everyone take another look, and she always takes time to help those in need." He listed. Time smiled at this.

"What have you two done together?" He asked "What kind of events have you both attended. What are the most memorable moments with her that you remember?"

Sky thought about it, starting to play with his red earing. "Gee . . . Well, when we were 10, she held my hand in the ice cream parlor near our elementary school when Groose knocked my ice cream down and shared hers. And then we got lost in a haunted maze during Halloween in freshman year and we fell into a bush together." he started, his smile growing brighter and face became more red. "I remember confessing to her in the city park under that one tree that was said to once bear the fruit that cured all diseases. And our first date was to the zoo. We got lost in the reptile exhibit trying to find where all the butterflies were."

Time patted Sky's back, pulling him out of a trance. "Use those as inspiration." he said. "Let them fuel your fire. It doesn't have to be a fancy gift, whatever you do for Sun should be meaningful. It should remind her of why you two love one another."

Sky gasped and started to bounce. "I've got it! Time thank you so much but I've got a date to plan!" he said, rushing off as Time watched him run off, sprinting down an isle as Malon appeared, looking confused. "What's going on? Dear?"

"Oh-" Time said, looking lovingly at his wife. "It's nothing, darling."

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"Still no text?" Flora asked Sun, frowning. The girls had decide to have a sleepover, just to relax and spend time together. Sun sadly nodded, looking at her phone on Dusk's back with her cheek in her hand. Aurora gave a kind smile.

"I'm sure he's just sleeping in, you know he doesn't wake up no matter what." Lullaby nodded. Sun sighed again, clearly upset.

"It's Valentines day!" Sun said "I expected at least a 'good morning, happy Valentines day!' you know?!", her long golden hair in a braid nearly walking Flora in the face.

Dusk entered, a smile on her face. The girls turned. "I found something on my door step. It's for you, Sun."

In a second, Sun was rushing to the front door of Dusk's apartment, the girls following behind excited as they went to the front door. Sun opened it and on the door step was a letter and a small bundle of daffodils. Fable and Dot giggled and squealed seeing the flowers, Sun looking a bit confused but smiled seeing her name in Sky's familiar shaky cursive on the letter.

"oooh!" Dot squealed, bouncing up and down as Sun closed the door. "What's it say?! What's it say!?"

Sun smiled and quickly opened it. She started to read aloud, holding the daffodils in her hand. "Dear Sun, I have known you since before we were born, and even when we were playing other for the first time, I knew that you and I would never be apart. This is to our first time together." Sun pulled off a photo, and smiled. "This is the first photo our mothers took of us together." Su. said, eyes filled with familiarity ad she showed the girls. they all fawned at the cuteness.

"Daffodils mean birth and new beginnings." Flora said, gently examining the Daffodils.

"There's another thing." Sun said "Go to Piper's ice cream parlor. Order the first ice cream we had together at 11 o'clock."

"It's a scavenger hunt!" Fable exclaimed. "He set up a scavenger hunt!"

In what felt like seconds, the girls were dressed and rushed out to catch the metro, all rushing and giggling in excitement. On the metro, Fable got a text and she gushed about how Legend wanted to talk to her, and she left after a few stops to meet him.

On the way to the ice cream parlor, Lullaby also got a text, and she gave a knowing smile to Dusk. "Oh, Malon wants help to make a pie for Time, and wants Dusk and I to help. We have to go."

"Strange." Flora said, Watching to two scurry away, giggling.

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"Could I get one scoop of chocolate and a scoop of vanilla?" Sun asked Piper, who looked so happy to see Sun. "With some extra sprinkles?"

"Comeing right up!" Piper said, and she went to make her the ice cream. Sun stood there, rocking back and forth on her heels. Dot, Flora, Aurora, and Artemis (Who had bumped into them (randomly)) stood behind her as Piper handed Sun a bowl of chocolate and vanilla ice cream with wrinkles, a note, and a yellow rose.

Sun took them and rushed to a table, past a small group with books and some with glassed and one wearing a blue scarf and to a small table to sit, the girls following them. Flora took the rose as Sun opened the letter. "A yellow rose is symbolic for friendship." she said instinctively, and proceeded to get shaken by an Excited Aurora.

"Dear Sun, Remember when I lost my treat, ans you shared yours. I think that is when I realized how sweet you were, and I wanted that sweetness forever. Your kindness knows no bounds. At 12 o'clock, Go to the maze that hosts those awesome Halloween events and look for the scarecrow with a bucket hat."

"We gotta go!" Aurora said, Dot having gone missing, grabbing Sun and Flora and rushing out.

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One by one, they collected more notes and flowers, Sun reminded of the best moments with her and Sky, even if the girls were suddenly dissapearing. Soon, now in the park as the sun was setting, she was alone, holding daffodils, yellow roses, pink carnations, daisies, larkspur, marigolds and chrysanthemums. Her feet aches, and she was hoping this wasn't just some wild goose chase when she saw him.

Sky stood under the tree of life, dressed in some nice clothes, in front of a picnic with lit candles and nice food. Sky's face lit up as she rushed to him and hugged him tight. "You know, I nearly had to fight a penguin for one of these." she said, and Sky smiled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry about that." he said, taking her hands and helping her sit down. "But did you have fun?" He asked

Sun nodded, abd placed her flowers next to her. "Oh, but I had to do the last bit of it alone. All the girls ran out, and I haven't a clue why!"

Sky's ears dropped a bit, "Oh? Strange." he said, before he helped her fill her plate.

It was wonderful, both talking about their day and Sun just gushing over everything Sky had done for her before he cleared his throat, turning a heavy shade of red. "Um ... we've known one another since. .. . well since birth. And I'm. . . just so greatful that through everything we've stuck together. I don't have a memory without you in it." he said, helping Sun stand up. "And. . . I want you to be with me forever. I want to look back in the future and see you and I together in white."

Sun's eyes widened, and she gasped realizing where this was going. "Link-"

Sky got down on one knee. "Zelda, I wnat to grow old with you. I want to start a family with you, I want to be by your side as you make all your dreams become a reality. Zelda. . ." He pulled out a box as Sun shook. Opening it, a ring stood in a slot. "Will you marry me?"

Sun burst into tears and Sky began to panic "Oh goddess! I'm sorry, are you okay?! Did you not want-"

Sun kissed Sky and he became tomato red ad he kissed back. Sun pulled away, smiling through tears. "Yes! As many times as I have to say it, Yes!"

Sky's eyes filled with tears as he shakily put the ring on her finger and kissed her again. The sounds of confetti cannons going off and cheers erupted from around them as the chain and girls celebrated, the sound of Hyrule yelling in joy and Dot and Aurora crying was heard, Wind loligaging with Tetra, and other sounds of excitement were heard.

When Sun and Sky pulled away, the boys patted Sky's back, cheering for him. The girls swarmed Sun, all going on about wedding plans and such, the excitement so contagious that if anyone else had gone by, they been smiling too.

Sky looked at Sun, and both knew that this would be the best memory and Valentines day gift they'd ever received. . .

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I went just a little over board I believe, but who cares I'm a hopeless romantic and @trppygalaxy deserves comfort and love. So bamb! Toothrotting fluff!

Have a wonderful day/night!

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o 625 words to know in your target language o

There is a really interesting blog called "Fluent Forever" that aids foreign language learners in tricks, tips and techniques to guide them to achieving fluency "quickly" and efficiently. One of the tricks is to learn these 625 vocab words in your target language, that way you have a basis to start delving into grammar with ease as you can understand a lot of vocab right off the bat. Plus this list of words are common across the world and will aid you in whatever language you are learning. Here is the list in thematic order

• Animal: dog, cat, fish, bird, cow, pig, mouse, horse, wing, animal

• Transportation: train, plane, car, truck, bicycle, bus, boat, ship, tire, gasoline, engine, (train) ticket, transportation

• Location: city, house, apartment, street/road, airport, train station, bridge hotel, restaurant, farm, court, school, office, room, town, university, club, bar, park, camp, store/shop, theater, library, hospital, church, market, country (USA,

France, etc.), building, ground, space (outer space), bank, location

• Clothing: hat, dress, suit, skirt, shirt, T-shirt, pants, shoes, pocket, coat, stain, clothing

• Color: red, green, blue (light/dark), yellow, brown, pink, orange, black, white, gray, color

• People: son, daughter, mother, father, parent (= mother/father), baby, man, woman, brother, sister, family, grandfather, grandmother, husband, wife, king, queen, president, neighbor, boy, girl, child (= boy/girl), adult (= man/woman), human (# animal), friend (Add a friend's name), victim, player, fan, crowd, person

• Job: Teacher, student, lawyer, doctor, patient, waiter, secretary, priest, police, army, soldier, artist, author, manager, reporter, actor, job

• Society: religion, heaven, hell, death, medicine, money, dollar, bill, marriage, wedding, team, race (ethnicity), sex (the act), sex (gender), murder, prison, technology, energy, war, peace, attack, election, magazine, newspaper, poison, gun, sport, race (sport), exercise, ball, game, price, contract, drug, sign, science, God

• Art. band, song, instrument (musical), music, movie, art

• Beverages: coffee, tea, wine, beer, juice, water, milk, beverage

• Food: egg, cheese, bread, soup, cake, chicken, pork, beef, apple, banana orange, lemon, corn, rice, oil, seed, knife, spoon, fork, plate, cup, breakfast, lunch, dinner, sugar, salt, bottle, food

• Home: table, chair, bed, dream, window, door, bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, pencil, pen, photograph, soap, book, page, key, paint, letter, note, wall, paper, floor, ceiling, roof, pool, lock, telephone, garden, yard, needle, bag, box, gift, card, ring, tool

• Electronics: clock, lamp, fan, cell phone, network, computer, program (computer), laptop, screen, camera, television, radio

• Body: head, neck, face, beard, hair, eye, mouth, lip, nose, tooth, ear, tear (drop), tongue, back, toe, finger, foot, hand, leg, arm, shoulder, heart, blood, brain, knee, sweat, disease, bone, voice, skin, body

• Nature: sea, ocean, river, mountain, rain, snow, tree, sun, moon, world, Earth, forest, sky, plant, wind, soil/earth, flower, valley, root, lake, star, grass, leaf, air, sand, beach, wave, fire, ice, island, hill, heat, nature

• Materials: glass, metal, plastic, wood, stone, diamond, clay, dust, gold, copper, silver, material

• Math/Measurements: meter, centimeter, kilogram, inch, foot, pound, half, circle, square, temperature, date, weight, edge, corner

• Misc Nouns: map, dot, consonant, vowel, light, sound, yes, no, piece, pain, injury, hole, image, pattern, noun, verb, adjective

• Directions: top, bottom, side, front, back, outside, inside, up, down, left, right, straight, north, south, east, west, direction

• Seasons: Summer, Spring, Winter, Fall, season

• Numbers: 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20 21, 22, 30, 31, 32, 40, 41, 42, 50, 51, 52, 60, 61, 62, 70, 71, 72, 80, 81, 82, 90, 91, 92, 100, 101, 102, 110, 111, 1000, 1001, 10000, 100000, million, billion, 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, number

• Months: January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December

• Days of the week: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday

• Time: year, month, week, day, hour, minute, second, morning, afternoon, evening, night, time

• Verbs: work, play, walk, run, drive, fly, swim, go, stop, follow, think, speak/say, eat, drink, kill, die, smile, laugh, cry, buy, pay, sell, shoot(a gun), learn, jump, smell, hear (a sound), listen (music), taste, touch, see (a bird), watch (TV), kiss, burn, melt, dig, explode, sit, stand, love, pass by, cut, fight, lie down, dance, sleep, wake up, sing, count, marry, pray, win, lose, mix/stir, bend, wash, cook, open, close, write, call, turn, build, teach, grow, draw, feed, catch, throw, clean, find, fall, push, pull, carry, break, wear, hang, shake, sign, beat, lift

• Adjectives: long, short (long), tall, short (vs tall), wide, narrow, big/large, small/little, slow, fast, hot, cold, warm, cool, new, old (new), young, old (young), weak, dead, alive, heavy, light (heavy), dark, light (dark), nuclear, famous

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5 times Andrew, Neil and Kevin were mistaken for Vampires plus 1 time they meant to be Vampires.

Andrew was going to a meet up with Neil and Kevin. They had agreed to meet at a local coffee shop since they all were going to be coming from different classes on campus. When Andrew got there he saw his junkie and Kevin huddled in a booth exchanging notes on an exy match on Kevin’s phone. Andrew got his hot chocolate and cookies before joining them in the booth.

Neil scooted over to give him room while continuing to argue over something only strikers care about. Andrew just sat watching them as he enjoyed his treat. Neil had a red smoothie and Kevin did as well. Kevin was wearing sunglasses inside which Andrew guessed was to not be recognized even though if one looks hard enough they would recognize him. Neil had stolen another of Andrew’s shirts which Andrew was not staring at, thank you very much.

“I have a-” an employee started to say before looking at the occupants of the booth. “Are you vampires?!” They gasped.

Andrew quirked an eyebrow before looking at the other two. Neil had red smoothie running from his mouth and Kevin was being Kevin. “What?” Kevin asked.

“Sorry, just you look like Twilight vampires! Here’s the sandwich, enjoy!” The employee retreated quickly.

“What’s Twilight?” Neil asked after cleaning up his smoothie and Kevin grabbing his lunch. Andrew sipped his hot chocolate and shook his head. Who knew dim lights and black outfits could get people called vampires in broad daylight.

Neil had managed to rope both Kevin and Andrew into going on a run with him. Andrew looked like he regretted it immediately after agreeing, but with both Kevin and Neil looking excited, Neil more so, Andrew ran with them. Neil already made peace with the fact it would be a shorter run than his usual one, but he had running buddies today.

Neil was leading the little group through the city. Neil turned around to jog backwards to watch the other two. Andrew and Kevin were doing their usual bit of play fighting with Kevin telling Andrew how he should play exy with more heart. Neil snorted and Andrew glanced his way so Neil winked.

“Neil, watch out!” Kevin called. Neil glanced at him before turning around only to come face to face with movers carrying packages into a store.

Next thing Neil knows is that he’s on the ground with one of the movers and there is a box that is open. Kevin sneezed a few times so Neil looked up to him. “You two are covered in glitter!” Neil notes.

“Look at yourself, Junkie,” Andrew said. Neil looked down.

“Well, that’s not great.” Neil pulled his shirt to look closer at the sparkles.

“Here let me help you.” Kevin said as he helped the mover up. Andrew began attempting to scoop up the salvageable glitter. As Kevin made sure the mover was alright Neil began to help Andrew attempt to collect the spilled glitter.

“What’s taking so long?” A lady asked as she stepped out of the store. She paused taking in the scene. “Barry, you need to seriously start tying your shoe laces.” The lady shook her head at the mover. “Well come on,”

Barry tied his laces. Andrew glanced from the box to the store. Sighing he grabbed the box and paused. “Where do I put this?”

“Inside. What do I need to invite you inside? What are you vampires? Ha!” The lady walked inside again.

“I don’t feel like going in there now.” Andrew said as handed the box to Barry the mover. Barry stumbled before heading inside.

With the glitter disaster over with, the three began to jog again. “If only that server at the coffee shop could see us now, they’d be thinking we really are Twilight vampires.” Kevin stated as they stopped for a cross walk light.

“Will someone tell me what Twilight is?!” Neil asked as the light changed for them to continue on. Andrew shrugged and Kevin hummed.

Somehow Matt and Nicky were cooking together in Kevin’s room kitchenette. Kevin was watching them fight over what spices to add into their concoction with apprehension. He knew that they were cooking in here to avoid Aaron making a dinner for Katelyn in his room and Renee and Dan were teaching Allison how to make a specific grilled cheese variation that Kevin didn’t understand. Neil and Andrew were still in the bedroom leaving Kevin on the bean bags.

“What are you guys making?” Kevin asked again.

“It’s going to be a surprise!” Nicky cheered.

“Hey where is the spice drawer?” Matt asked as he opened random cupboards.

Kevin scrunched up his nose. “Spice drawer?”

“Tsk!” Nicky clicked at Kevin. “Matt, it’s the highest one,” Nicky replied. Matt nodded and grabbed and armful.

“What’s going on in here?” Neil asked as he opened the bedroom door. Andrew poked his head out behind him trying to get a look.

“We’re making you guys dinner!” Matt replied smiling at Neil. “It’s another meal that you probably didn’t get a chance to try earlier so we’re going to remedy that!” As Matt was talking he was adding a spice without realizing the lid was not screwed on tightly.

Next thing Kevin knew it felt like he was being engulfed by a cloud of garlic. “I need to get out of here!” He said with a wheeze as he got up. Nicky turned on the oven fan without flinching in the same time that Andrew and Neil were heading to the front door.

“What are you guys? Vampires?” Nicky asked.

“It’s just a bit of garlic,” Matt added.

“I need fresh air.” Kevin stated as he exited the room with Neil and Andrew.

When they could take a breath without feeling overwhelmed Andrew asked, “What were they making that called for that much garlic?”

“Oh! Look at this!” Neil pointed at a large mirror in the thrift store they were browsing. The team had decided to look around the town they were visiting before going back to campus after their match. Somehow they all ended up in an old department store converted into a multi story antique mall.

“I hope you aren’t thinking of getting it for what I think you are!” Kevin bemoaned as he trailed after Neil. Andrew flipped him the bird in the mirror.

Neil looked at the price tag. “Yeesh!” The others looked over his shoulder at the tag as well. “That’s a ridiculous amount!”

Kevin inspected the tag. “It says it’s a trick mirror somehow, maybe there is a switch?” He walked behind the mirror to inspect it more.

After hearing a clink Andrew blinked. “Uh, what the fuck?” He turned to Neil. “Did our reflections disappear?!” Neil nodded.

“Andrew what did you say?” Kevin asked as he came back around to the front. “That is disturbing!”

“Whatever you touched back there must have done this, but how?” Neil peered closer to the mirror. Andrew waved his arms and Kevin moved another item behind them. “That is so bizarre,”

“There you three are! Coach said it’s time to-“ Allison dropped her purse.

“What’s going on up there?” Renee called from the stairwell.

“Renee, you have to see this! They don’t have reflections!” Allison stared at the mirror and then back to the boys. Kevin walked back behind the mirror right as Renee appeared.

“Oh, wow! It’s like they’re vampires!” Renee laughed. Kevin reversed whatever he did originally and the mirror went back to its unassuming state. “As cool as that is we have to go.” Renee picked up Allison’s purse and helped her down the stairs even if their heights made it a bit difficult.

The boys followed suit. “How many times does that make it?” Kevin wondered.

“Four times being called vampires and one wack-a-doodle mirror,” Andrew replied.

“Imagine seeing that mirror at Eden’s when you’re drunk!” Neil snorted as he scampered down the stairs ahead of the others. Kevin scrunched his nose at the idea. Andrew shot a text to Roland about the interesting mirror and Neil’s idea.

“Remember to put sunscreen on!” Wymack announced as he pulled the bus into the beach parking. “If you don’t have any I can spray you down as you get off the bus. Remember to be back before sunset and drink water!” He gave his foxes each a look. He grabbed his bottles of sunscreen and got off the bus to wait for the ones who wanted to be sprayed.

As the bus emptied out Andrew put on his lotion sunscreen and had Neil help him with his shoulder blades. Kevin and Neil also used the lotion because Andrew looked displeased when they mentioned he was being a mother hen so he squirted the bottle at them both. “It looks like a real scorcher,” Neil commented.

“Luckily I brought umbrellas.” Kevin said as he pulled them out. He handed one the Andrew and one to Neil. “Let’s go see where they set up camp.” Kevin said as he stood up and made his way forward. Andrew and Neil followed. Wymack was ready to spray them until Andrew held up his bottle. Wymack nodded and bent to grab his beach bag.

When he raised up again the trio had opened their umbrellas and were walking in a line. Wymack raised an eyebrow. “Are those black umbrellas?”

Only Neil glanced up as if just noticing the color. “You expected rainbows?”

Wymack shook his head and joined their journey to the beach where the others had made camp. Nicky had roped Matt and Dan into making a makeshift canopy with towels and Aaron was sitting underneath it tying a rope to keep the creation grounded. Allison was having her hair done by Renee. Since Allison was facing towards the bus, she was the first to notice them. “Why do you have black umbrellas?”

“To prevent sun burn,” Kevin explained.

“You look like vampires trying to fit into society from a movie.” Aaron said as he walked over. Andrew bent down and grabbed a handful of sand. He threw it at his twin. Aaron paused before tackling Andrew.

Almost immediately it was a sand fight. Dan threw some at Matt, Nicky was dodging terribly, Allison and Renee teamed up against Kevin, and Neil was being his chaotic self. Wymack stood on the side sighing. He could only imagine how much the bus would need to be vacuumed after this. Just as he was about to turn around he got hit in the chest. “Uhh, oops?” Kevin said with a shrug.

Wymack grinned and tackled Kevin into the sand and gave him a noogie. “Hey kid what’s that about?” He asked before getting hit again with sand. Looking at Kevin and smiling he said, “Alright let’s get them!”

The foxes had sand appearing everywhere for weeks afterward.

“Why do we have to dress up?” Neil groaned as Andrew finished up tying his tie. When Andrew stepped back to look at his handy work he nodded in approval.

“Because Allison wanted to host a monster movie marathon party and threatened us with her heels if we didn’t show up in costume.” Kevin answered from the common room bean bag. Neil scowled.

“Yes or no?” Andrew asked with a hand on Neil’s necktie.

“It’s always yes with you.” Neil smiled.

“Until it isn’t.” Andrew reminded before kissing Neil. When he pulled back he pushed Neil’s face to the side, “Stop looking at me with those eyes. Come on.” Andrew offered his hand to Neil which Neil took with a smile.

“Finally!” Kevin said standing up as the two exited their room. They stood looking at each other.

“Unbelievable!” Andrew rolled his eyes.

“It’s not that bad,” Neil tried. “Plus there is no time to change. Allison is expecting us.” They made their way to the girls’ room.

When they knocked on the door Renee called to say it was open. As the trio entered they saw a room full of sparkles. “Remember we have to get a group photo tonight!” Renee said from the kitchenette.

“I thought you said come as vampires?” Neil asked.

“Well we’re watching Twilight so I assumed you knew what version I meant or one of those two would explain.” Allison said as she handed solo cups to each of them. “You guys look like penguins in those.” She looked them up and down. Allison was paler and sparklier than usual and in a hipster outfit. The others all had been glitter bombed as well. Neil thought the glitter was from Allison and Katelyn since he saw the cheerleader making bat wings on Dan’s face on the countertop.

“What’s Twilight?!” Neil asked.

“Oh no…” Kevin headed straight to the vodka. Andrew pulled Neil to the floor with the best line of sight to the TV. “Do you guys want any before I take the rest?” A chorus of ‘No Thanks’ sounded off. Kevin sat by Aaron who was discussing a strategy idea with Nicky and Matt.

The girls all began settling into their seats as well. Nicky gave Katelyn his seat so she could sit with Aaron. Allison stayed standing after the others sat down to announce the rules of the night. “Every time Bella has or mentions a cactus or Arizona you take a shot, every time Edward breaks a law Newton or legal, and lastly when Bella has no thoughts. Everyone got it?” Allison waited a beat for confirmation. “Good, here we go!” She hit play and sat next to Renee.

Neil settled in with both the solo cup with the unknown drink and the pop Andrew had stashed in his cape. Neil felt safe to drink with the group if he chose to that night. As the night wore on the group became less and less coherent. The last clear part of the movie Neil remembered was that the werewolf cut his hair. By the time the movie ended nobody was able to remember to get a photo of the group.

As the group that was able to dispersed Andrew overheard Renee. “You were right. They do look like waddling penguins!” Andrew shook his head and led his two idiots back to their room.

End

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