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the-californicationist · 6 months

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he doesn’t disappoint

Wrote this fic as I was inspired by the challenge from @sky-is-the-limit that asked for Price getting fed up with hearing his hot neighbor have really terrible sex.

“I came to do what your sorry excuse of a boyfriend can’t.”

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Four long stories above the people and the pigeons, she sat, legs on the railing of her amazingly small balcony, reading and writing. Always dressed in that huge jumper with the fraying collar, it swallowed her, covering her little spandex shorts that barely managed to keep her thick arse from slipping out of them, and she had her hair in the braid again. It was his favorite. He liked the ponytails, too, but the braid did something to him. When she plaited her hair and let that heavy rope hang limply over her shoulder, she became Repunzel, and he was Gallahad - or whatever muppet was meant to be at the bottom of her tower.

Captain Price knew that, the moment his fingers flipped the lock on his window, he’d disturb her peace. She’d startle, like a doe, and turn to smile at him. He lived for that turn. Every few nights, he’d catch her out here again, and he could make her turn to him. Make her smile at him. Make her laugh and talk with him, until she went to bed. But, that was the problem. Lately, her bed was filled with the one thing that made Price’s body fill with frustrated rage: The Boyfriend.

The Boyfriend was such a typical Yank, it made Price’s eyes roll back in his head. From the boat shoes to the bad fade haircut, the lad looked like an Abercrombie advert had escaped from one of those oversized shopping bags and landed in her apartment. He was small, first of all, despite the gym-made muscles. And he was as smooth as an otter, fully hairless. Price shuddered back to the memory of watching him try to put up the fire escape ladder shirtless, struggling to lift it with those tiny hands of his, making a disgusted face at the dirt on his palms afterward, wiping it on her blanket without her seeing him. Disgusting little gremlin.

She kept giving this wanker chance after chance to figure it out in the bedroom, and Price had heard just about enough of it, and his gut twisted in his belly knowing he’d have to hear it again tonight. He knew The Boyfriend was here because she was doing her work outside. The Boyfriend insisted on playing his Battle Zone videogames on full volume, bothering her, and complaining like a child if she asked him to put on his headphones. Price enjoyed imagining how quickly he’d expire on a real battlefield. That little prick could scream all the obscenities he wanted but he’d be dead in milliseconds against a man like Price.

His darling didn’t know about that, though. She knew he was in the military, but she didn’t know that he was the leader of the deadliest special forces team in the world. He imagined explaining it to her, pictured the fear flooding her face, confusion and shock hanging out of her open mouth. No. He couldn’t tell her about himself. Usually, when they talked together on the balcony, he would smoke long, densely-packed cigars and sip his whisky while she confessed the sins of her day to him. She told him about grad school, about her poetry, maybe showing him a sample or two. It was beautiful. When she was upset, she’d even tap on his window to see if he was home, sometimes tearful, asking for advice on how to handle something The Boyfriend had done. On really bad nights, she’d lean in and hug him, crying on his enormous shoulder, telling him what a good friend he was for listening to her. She smelled like cinnamon and vanilla, and her warmth made his cock swell with furious need.

As the night dragged on, The Boyfriend would eventually remember her and call her inside. He’d croon all sorts of things to her. His little whining “come on, baby” and pathetic “I just really need you to” quips were the opening lines to the worst song on Earth. He’d then spend the next five to ten minutes whimpering away on top of her, the headboard slamming into Price’s wall without rhythm. If the gorgeous woman suffering beneath him ever had the audacity to actually be enjoying his attempt, he’d shush her, shaming her for making noises, telling her “the neighbors don’t need to hear that shit.” Meanwhile, The Neighbor would be plotting his slow, painful death.

The banging started, and Price wanted to burst through the wall and stop this trainwreck from happening to her again. Eventually, a short time after it had begun, the banging stopped. Then, an even shorter time after that, the jingle of keys and the “I have an early day tomorrow” and “I have to go” were the outro to The Boyfriend’s opus.

Enough was enough. Before he even knew what he was doing, Price had his hand, raised in a fist, knocking on her apartment door. 23B. Shadow in the peephole. The click and clatter of a lock chain.

“Oh! John, it’s you. Is everything okay?” Her voice was low and smooth. Her cheeks were flushed. She was standing in her doorway, wearing those shorts, that jumper, still full of her need.

“No,” was all he could manage as he looked at her, his blue eyes blown, mad with desire.

“Oh, okay. Come in, I’ll make us some of that delicious tea you bought me. What are you doing here?”

Price followed her inside, silently relocking the portal, stalking her into the tiny kitchen, a mirror to his own. He came up behind her as she was looking in her cupboard for their mugs. When he put his hands on her hips, she froze, startled, eyeing him over her shoulder. His voice was just above a whisper, gravelly and accented, and he said,

“I came to do what your sorry excuse of a boyfriend can’t.”

She was on her tiptoes, reaching for the cups, but as she registered what he said, she slowly lowered herself back down to the tile of her floor, turning to face her neighbor with a look of shock on her face.

“What?”

Price played with the end of her braid, turning the end of it over in his hand, wrapping it up along his knuckles like a rope. He snaked the other hand up underneath her sweatshirt, fingers lingering on her warm belly, searching for the smooth swell of her breast. He told her, snarling,

“If I have to hear him continue to use you like a warm fucking towel, leaving you wanting, I will lose my bloody mind. Call him. Tell him he’s done.”

“You could hear us?” She flushed quickly at that, recalling all of the times she’d been punished for her noises.

“And I always hear you afterwards, after he leaves, making up for his…shortcomings. Bit sad, innit? Needing to take care of yourself when he should be the one looking after you. Time for someone new. Get your phone, love.”

It took her a moment to register what he was suggesting, but she was fed up, too. She smiled at his comment, and she reached for her phone on the countertop.

“Put it on speaker, sweetheart,” he commanded her. She obeyed.

One ring.

Two rings.

“Uh, what do you want?” The Boyfriend answered.

“Hey, Dick,” Price snarled, “We got some bad news, lad.”

“I’m breaking up with you, Richard,” she spoke into the phone very clearly, wrapping her free hand around Price’s huge bicep, not able to cover even half of its circumference, exploring him as he fondled her, one fist still holding her plait cruelly.

“What? Why? Who is that?”

“Why?” She scoffed, “Because every time I’ve come, for as long as we’ve been together, has been when you’re not here.”

“Are you serious? Fuck you, bitch. You’re just a -”

“Tha’s enough, Dick,” Price barked into the phone, “Look, no worries, mate. I’ll take it from here.”

Click. Price hung up her phone and turned it off, tossing it back across the counter. It made a loud, plasticky bang as it fell. He pressed his heavy erection against her body, crushing her hips with his, and moved his hand back under her jumper, plucking at her nipple like a soft petal, pinching it to make it stand at attention, watching her watch him.

“John, you… you never said anything,” she looked up into his eyes, begging him to tell her the truth he’d kept locked away for months.

“This isn’t even the half of it, girl,” he started to kiss her neck, sucking at her skin, his body writhing on top of hers, mimicking actions it would soon employ once he could get her out of her clothes, “I’ve wanted you for so. Fucking. Long.”

She moaned at the way he was kissing her throat with his bearded mouth, licking her with his long tongue. She cradled his furry cheek in her hand, enjoying the feel of its coarse hairs, whispering to him,

“When he leaves, you’re the one I picture. In my head.”

She might as well have lit a bomb. That was all he needed to hear.

He was strong enough to hoist her up onto the counter with one of his arms, wrapping it around her waist and setting her on the edge, her thighs spread wide to accommodate his huge body in between them. He tugged on her braid, using it to expose her smooth throat. She gasped, reaching out to steady herself.

The captain stood over her, looming like a dark beast, warning her in his quiet, steady voice,

“If I ever, and I mean ever, hear that little prick banging your headboard on my wall again, it’ll be his last day above ground. Am I crystal clear, love?”

“Yes,” she whispered back, a little uncertain how serious he was.

“Good girl.”

Price let go of her hair and scooped her off of the counter, carrying her with her legs locked behind him, through the small flat, and crashed to the bed where she’d just been disappointed. He vowed to her, silently, that he would do anything but disappoint.

Clothes started coming off in peeled layers; shirts, bras, pants, underwear - everything was shucked away like the rind of a melon, leaving only the soft, sticky inside, ripe and ready to be devoured. Price made his way down her body, biting and sucking whenever he wanted to do so, leaving a trail of teeth marks behind. Eventually, he could feel the heat of her pussy against his cheek, and it made him shudder.

He had pulled her phone into his pocket, and now he wanted to twist the knife. He called The Boyfriend and sent his own number straight to voicemail, preparing to leave a delicious message.

As he began to eat her juices, sucking them off her folds like the drippings from a popsicle, he started to hear little mewlings, soft and sweet, but very reserved. He glanced up at the rest of his meal, wondering why she was holding back. Then, he remembered The Boyfriend’s number one rule.

“Look at me,” Price ordered from beneath her thighs.

She hesitated, trying to hide her shame, putting her face in her hands, breathing heavy and ragged.

He reached both hands up to grab her ribs, coming up and out from his position to let her get a better look at him.

“Look at me, love.” It was a softer, lower tone, and she came out of hiding to obey him. He continued to command her, gently, “I want to hear your pleasure, sweetness. The louder you get, the harder I get. I hope the whole bloody city hears you tonight.”

“Are you sure? You like it?” Fuck if he wasn’t about to hunt that man down and execute him, authority or not.

“God, yes, love. Let me make you scream.”

This voicemail was going to be incredible.

He returned to his duty post between her legs, excited to start his work anew. This time, as his tongue worked her open, fucking liquidly in and out of her pink hole, swirling up around her clit, and exploring every hidden gem between them, he listened to her keening. It was soft at first, but then, when he began to stretch her, pushing down with his two, rough fingers, thrusting them slowly in and out, she started to come. Her cries were incredible. She was screaming for him to fuck her, to take her, to do anything to her, and he loved it.

Crawling back over her, Price used his heavy cockhead to paint drooling precome all over her slick slit, soaking himself so he could more easily fit himself into her core. He didn’t want to hurt her, and other lovers had trained him to know that his was big enough to be a weapon.

“That’s my good girl. Do you feel good, you sweet little thing? You’re a fucking dream. Tell me that you’re ready for this cock in you. I wanna hear you say it. Tell me, love.”

She was shaking from her orgasm, looking at him, bewildered, and she rushed the words out of her mouth like fire,

“I need it, please. John, I need you to fuck me. Fuck me, please, John. Put your cock in me,” and, like magic, Price obliged. Just as good at taking orders as he was at giving them.

Feeding his length inside of her wasn’t the issue, it was the fact that she was coming while he tried to do it. Price had a hand steadily working her clit, wetly pressing it where she needed it, and she was clenching against him so tightly, like a wet, molten fist, that it nearly pushed him out of her. He grabbed her body, looping his enormous arm behind her back, and shoved her down, locking her against his hips, deliciously impaled.

Her face was twisted into the most beautiful kind of agony, and as she came down from her high, he began to move in her. After she bloomed around his cock, opening like a flower, he was able to fuck into her even deeper, groaning with each of his thrusts. She gasped,

“Oh, God. John, you’re so good. You’re not done yet?”

He laughed, out loud and brazenly, holding her tighter,

“Oh, lovely girl, no. No,” he smiled down at his pretty little neighbor, “Those days are gone. I’m going to be inside of you all fucking night.”

#captain john price #captain price #john price #cod mw2 #cod mwii #call of duty fanfic #cod #captain price pov

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murdrdocs · 10 months

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god ur so right walk of shame from hobie’s boat.,.. ur terrible at stepping off the boat onto the ground and wobble and almost fall and u swear u can hear his boat neighbours giggling at u a little (in a good way)

stop omg gn!

most of what you're wearing isn't what you arrived in. hobie's shirt, his boxers, and your shoes from last night which are ten times more uncomfortable now than they were just 12 hours ago, when you were tipsy and incredibly horny for the hot guy with wicks laughing with a few friends.

he's behind you, reflecting the smell that's somehow cemented itself into your skin even though you were only there for a few hours. you're sure your previous outfit, wherever it may be in the house boat, will reek of hobie brown when (if, truly) it's recovered.

"i'll give you a ring?" he's asking you, but you're so dizzy from the slight rock of the boat and the hangover and the insanely impractical shoes, so you're too busy focusing on making it to the dock that you say, "huh", before you truly hear him, the repeat of the phrase becoming clear in your head.

"yeah. i'd like that." you say over your shoulder, sure that your foot will reach the dock and not the small gap between. but your depth perception is a little off as it turns out and your foot connects with air, leading to you tripping a little, a small squeal leaving your lips until your foot finds the dock.

you try to play it off, clearing your throat and walking off of the boat and back onto land with a confident pep in your step. but you hear hobie snickering behind you, and then if that isn't bad, a posh voice comes off to your right.

"dear, it happens all the time, you wouldn't believe it." and when you look over, you see an older lady, sitting on her version of the porch, drinking out of a mug. she smiles politely, sending a wave with her wrinkled hand, one you shyly return.

as you walk away, you hear hobie's enthusiastic greeting ("morning, margaret" even though it’s 2 in the afternoon) and the low chatter of the two making plans is what soundtracks your walk towards the road, in search of a cab back home.

#hobie has one neighbor #and shes an old lady #shes rlly sweet #i would know #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you #hobiesworld!#hobie brown fluff #spiderpunk x reader #spiderpunk x you #spiderpunk fluff #spiderpunk #hobie brown

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miguelschamp · 4 months

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pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

summary: jj helps you enjoy your day with your friends

warnings: mentions of toxic relationships, tiny bit of angst, but mostly fluff

a/n: hii !! this is my first imagine, so bare with me. i’m up for any constructive criticism and requests are open for quite literally anyone. :))

you’ve had your fair share of terrible relationships. they normally lasted only a couple of months, but your most recent was probably the worst.

he never wanted to be around you, but never wanted you to be around anyone else. he wanted to control what you wore or who you spoke to.

he would call and text all hours of the night to “check up” on you. yelling and screaming at you for small things. you never felt like you did anything right. it was torture.

and jj knew this. he hated the guy just as much as the rest of your friends did, if not more.

so, when you started dating, he tried his best to be gentle with you whenever it came to talking to you or dealing with you in any way.

“you okay, princess ?” you hear. you look up to see him standing over you with a content look on his face.

you and the pogues decided to have a day out in the marsh. everyone loading onto the boat with snacks and drinks. you guys had found a spot about an hour ago and everyone else quickly jumped into the water. splashing each other and enjoying themselves.

you stayed behind on the boat just watching them. jj noticed that you had been quiet for most of the day and while he was worried about you, he didn’t want to push.

“yeah.” you nod, but jj knew you weren’t being completely honest. he takes a spot beside you.

“what’s going on in your pretty little head ?” he asks as he sets his arms on his knees

you smile softly, “not much. i’m just thinking.”

“about what ?”

“myself.” you mumble, “i feel like i’m not doing anything right.”

“what do you mean ?” he says with furrowed brows

“like, even now.” you say facing everyone, “i’m here on the boat sulking while everyone else is having fun. you had to come over here to come check on me.”

“i didn’t have to. i wanted to.” he clarifies, “i care about you and i don’t want to see you upset.”

“but i don’t even actually know why i’m upset. i just know i’m upset with myself.”

jj eyes search your face as you sigh. he stands up before holding his hand out, “come on.”

you look up at him, “what ?”

“come on.” he says again. you take his hand standing up. “take your shoes off.”

he smiles as your face scrunches up, but you take your flip flops off, “okay.”

as soon as you slide your shoes off, jj lifts you up over his shoulder. you squeal as your hands touch his back.

“jj, what are you doing ?”

“getting you out of your head.” he says. you can see him moving over toward the bow.

“jj, no.” you say quickly, “i still have my shorts on.”

“i’m sure they’ll be dry by the time we get home.”

“jj-“

you’re cut off by your own scream as jj jumps in the water. his arm never leaves your waist as you go under. you gasp as you both come to the surface. your hands immediately wiping your eyes as jj chuckles.

“holy shit, that’s cold.” you say

“i know.” he says. as your eyes land on him, you couldn’t help, but smile at him.

“thank you.” you say. instead of responding, jj pulls you closer. your arms going around his neck as he kisses you.

you smile into it before pulling away. he chases you pecking your lips a couple of times getting you to let out a laugh.

“i love you.” he says as your smile widens

“i love you.”

“y/n/n !” kie yells, “come here, i need you on my team.”

you both look over to see the girl waving you over frantically. you turn back to jj, “i’ll race you.”

“you’re on.” jj smiles. you push away before immediately swimming over. “oh, fuck, you’re such a cheater.”

you giggle as you swim away. jj not far behind you.

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank imagine #rudy pankow #outer banks imagine #outer banks #miguelschamp

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radiant-reid · 2 years

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pov: your instagram but you're married to Spencer Reid

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y/n.reid: Spence sends me a text with this photo and the message do you wanna spoon?

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d.morgan: he knows how to use the camera on his 20-year-old flip phone? -> mommyjareau: his 20-year-old flip phone has a camera?

doctorreid: i didn't receive an answer? -> y/n.reid: the answer is yes, obviously

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y/n.reid: the biggest gossiper out

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babygirlpg: is that the mickey mouse mug I got him? -> doctorreid: yes, and thank you again! -> y/n.reid: it's all too cute for me

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y/n.reid: BAU family Christmas at the Reids

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mommyjareau: thank you for having us -> y/n.reid: love you <3

babygirl.pg: how do your lives look like they're out of a movie? -> y/n.reid: Spencer -> doctorreid: Y/n

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y/n.reid: long day bud?

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d.morgan: why am i not surprised he sleeps like a corpse? -> doctorreid: i do not -> y/n.reid: sorry babe but you do

babygirlpg: shoes? on my couch?? -> doctorreid: sorry... -> babygirlpg: you're forgiven

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y/n.reid: best wood joke, go

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a.blake: Talking trees love to die-a-log -> doctorreid: When logs are exported to another country they are called depor-trees -> babygirlpg: The best way to get trees online is just to log in -> y/n.reid: i said best, these are terrible -> aarhotch: yeah, wood you cut it out?

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y/n.reid: the only time Spencer is willing to wear matching socks

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d.morgan: and jeans, what? -> doctorreid: i can do casual -> d.morgan: @/aarhotch we need casual Fridays so we can verify this

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y/n.reid: the age-old question: what is Doctor Spencer Reid in deep concentration over?

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babygirlpg: new cardigans? -> mommyjareau: new converse? -> davidrossiofficial: coffee? -> thecallahanclan: how many people own boats? -> doctorreid: the answer is Y/n

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y/n.reid: (S)uper (S)exy (A)gents

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babygirlpg: very true -> y/n.reid: for the whole BAU

thecallahanclan: Y/n's Angels

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y/n.reid: the cool kids

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badass_em: miss you all!! -> y/n.reid: the coolest cool kid of them all ^^

babygirlpg: smoldering Chocolate Thunder, confused Rossi, badass JJ, and adorable Spencer

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fandom #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid au

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deancaspinefest · 3 months

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Given to Fly

Author: MittenWraith (mittensmorgul) | Artist: seidenapfel

Posting on Sunday April 14

It only upsets Dean's comfortable routine a little bit when Claire's illustrious uncle moves down to Norfolk to run his airfield. That is, until he meets his new boss face to face and can barely make words happen. Cas isn't doing much better, even if he knows exactly what he'd say to Dean if only he weren't Dean's commanding officer... Test pilot instructor Cas (who's afraid of boats) ran from his Air Force family to join the Navy, Dean ran from his Marine Corps father to work on airplanes for the Navy-- just as long as he doesn't have to fly in one, he's fine. They've met in the middle, but also in an impossible circumstance. It seems as if the one thing they want is something they can't have. Unless solving one impossible mystery could free them...

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

Dean arrived at work bright and early the next morning, expecting to have a little time to get ready before Captain Castiel Novak was expected to make a general inspection with Rufus in advance of handing over the reins to him. Unfortunately for Dean, he was a little too late for that. He walked into his office to find Rufus sitting in his chair, having a cup of his coffee. That in itself wasn’t surprising, but the fact he was sharing a cup while having a chat with the illustrious and storied Captain Novak was. He was so entirely caught off guard he almost forgot to salute as Rufus got to his feet.

“Chief Winchester, we weren’t expecting you in for another half hour or so,” Rufus said as Captain Novak stood up and turned around to be introduced and saluted. Dean was grateful to Rufus for babbling on for a bit before getting to business, because the second Dean saw the man’s face he lost the power of speech. “Captain Novak wanted to know where to get the best cup of coffee on base, so of course I led him straight to your office. Captain Castiel Novak, this is Chief Petty Officer Dean Winchester, mechanic extraordinaire and keeper of primo coffee beans.”

Dean managed another salute, which Novak returned.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Chief Winchester,” Castiel said, looking just as knocked off balance as he shook himself off as Dean felt. “I understand we’ll be working closely together.”

Since Dean was standing there rather dumbly nodding back at him, Rufus broke the tension by clearing his throat and sitting back down at Dean’s desk.

“Captain Novak will be shadowing me for the next few days, and then taking over full time by the end of next week,” Rufus said. “Though I’m sure you don’t need me teaching you the ropes on how an airfield runs.”

Novak let out a little huff of a laugh at that. “Hopefully not. Though it is a new working environment, and the transition can be difficult for everyone involved. It’s well known you’re a beloved leader to your crew, and filling those shoes is never easy. Though the excellent coffee doesn’t hurt,” he added, taking his seat and toasting Dean with his cup.

Dean just stood there looking at Novak’s shoes before finally shaking himself off and noticing the apologetic smile on his new boss’s face falter just a little. Novak glanced at Rufus before looking back at Dean.

“I hope we haven’t overstepped, invading your space like this…”

“No, sir. My door is always open for anyone who needs it,” Dean finally managed, starting to feel like a human being and not a walking x-ray scan. Novak was still staring at him, though, and he knew he must be making a terrible impression. He pulled himself together and stood up a little straighter. “Even if they just need a decent cup of joe.”

“Well, Winchester, since you’re here, would you mind going through morning inspection with the Captain?” Rufus asked, after it was clear that Dean and Cas would otherwise just continue to stare at each other if left to their own devices.

Dean was doubly grateful that he’d already stopped for breakfast on his way in and hadn’t brought it with him to eat at his desk. He dropped his gear bag beside his desk and grabbed the inspection roster off the shelf beside the door.

“Ready when you are, Captain. One fifty cent tour, coming right up.”

(continue reading on Ao3 on Sunday April 14)

#destiel #deancas #destiel fic #deancas fic #destiel art #deancas art #pinefest 2024 #pinefest previews #2024 Dean/Cas Pinefest #author: mittensmorgul #artist: seidenapfel #Navy AU #case fic #Season 7 vibes

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thatonegirlwhowrites · 2 years

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saw that your request are open! if you happen to write for Steve Harrington, can you do an imagine where the reader dives into lovers lake to look for gate instead of Steve, and gets dragged under and attacked by the bats? maybe Steve confesses his feeling for them. thanks in advance?

Don’t Let Go || Steve Harrington

Summary: You had taken one for the team to go search for watergate, however when that decision leaves you injured, Steve is there to help you.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Warnings: canon level violence, mentions of blood, injuries, cussing, season 4 spoilers

Requested: Yes!

Notes: send me more requests guys, I love doing them!

Masterlist

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You guys had been walking for what felt like forever. Dustin was in the front with the compass reassuring everyone that something was finally happening while the rest of you trailed a little behind.

“Dustin? Can you slow down? Dustin?” Eddie chases after Dustin, not doing much of anything as Dustin almost walks into lovers lake.

You all looked at each other a bit confused as to why there would even be a gate in lovers lake.

“a gate into another dimension at the bottom of a lake. That's not terrifying at all.” You mumble while shaking your head.

Steve was right beside you, and as the words left your mouth he took a small step closer to you, hoping maybe that it would give you some type of peace of mind. You hadn't really thought much about it and continued to listen in on the conversation.

You all had come to the conclusion that much like the Demogorgon, Vecna left open gates wherever he attacked. This specific gate being caused by the death of Patrick.

“I guess there's only one way to find out.” and the old wooden boat was uncovered and not so gently put into the water.

You and Robin were the first to get in the boat, both of you earning a look from steve that clearly said ‘be careful’

Though the look he had for Robin was much different from the one he gave you. Hers was a concern for a best friend, and the one he held for you was a concern for the girl he was unequivocally in love with.

It was clear that the little boat would not hold more than a few people so with five grown teenagers now on it, it was pushing the limits.

Dustin, Lucas, and Max hadn't been very happy that they weren't allowed to join on the adventure, but everyone on that boat would do anything to keep them safe.

Steve was sitting closely next to you while Nancy, Robin, and Eddie were on the other end.

“You good.” Steve tried to talk softly, but it came out more in a rough tone.

“Yeah I'm good,” you gave him a reassuring smile before you looked out into the water, waiting patiently for something to happen.

It was only a few moments later when the compass started going haywire. All of their attention was then focused as the boat came to a stop.

The silence was interrupted by a radio from Dustin, clearly confused as to what was going on.

While everyone was focused on the compass, a very bright idea popped into your head, as you stood up taking off your shoes.

“Woah there, what the hell are you doing?” Steve's eyes were wider than you had ever seen, and there was concern plastered on his features.

“Someone has gotta go down there.” Before Steve could say anything else you continued, “I can hold my breath longer than any of you guys, and I've been a certified lifeguard for years.”

Steve only scoffed at your attempt to convince everyone you should go, “I'm not letting you go down there. You are out of your mind.”

“Steve, I'm very capable of handling myself. I understand you think I'm a fragile girl, but I'm good.” You almost snap at him, not knowing the real reason he was so adamant about you not going down there.

“Seriously Y/N! That's not why-.” He was unable to finish his sentence because you had dove straight into the water, flashlight in hand.

“Y/N!” His heart was now racing terribly fast as he damn near jumped off the boat.

“Steve, she can handle herself, it's fine.” Nancy reasoned with him as Robin sat him back down.

While everyone was nervously waiting for you to resurface you had finally found the bright red gate. You couldn't help the curiosity as you inched your hand closer to the opening, what you didn't expect was a moment, startling you enough to drop the flashlight and swim quickly to the surface again. Luckily you had just enough air left in your lungs to reach the top, immediately grabbing the side of the boat.

“I found it.” You announced.

Steve didn't even waste a second before he grabbed your hand, getting ready to pull you out of the water, that was until you felt something tugging on your legs, almost pulling you under again.

“Shit! Steve, don't let go of my hand.” You pleaded as you started to feel the tugging again.

Steve was now desperately trying to hold onto you, but your hands had been too slippery for you to get a good grip, and before anyone could help you were pulled right from his grasp and into the water, headed straight for the upside-down.

You tried to fight against whatever was wrapped around your leg but it was no use as you were now being roughly pulled through to the other side. The tugging didn't end there though because as soon as air was filled back into your lungs, your back was now on fire as it was viciously dragged over the rough ground until you were thrown up against something.

You were letting out heavy breaths as you painfully stood up from the ground, taking a look around what seemed to be lovers lake with no water.

It wasn't long before your attention was pulled to something flying in the sky headed straight for you. You didn't have much time to prepare for whatever was heading toward you so your best option was to grab a wooden paddle from the wrecked boat on the ground.

You swatted at the monster, yet it didn't do much good as two other ones came from different directions. They had effectively knocked you to the ground.

“Get Off!” you screamed painfully as one had its tail wrapped tightly around your neck. You weren't ready for what happened next when one of the bats sank its teeth and claws right into your side, followed by another doing the same thing.

“AH,” You were now screaming in agony as a blinding hot pain shot through you, and you had almost accepted your fate when Steve showed up.

All he could see was red when he saw you were being hurt. Between him, Nancy, Robin, and Eddie they had managed to get the last bat off of you.

You weren't sure if it was the adrenaline or something else that willed you to stand, but you did, helping as much as you could to fight off the bats.

A few moments passed and the bats seemed to settle around the gate blocking everyone off from going back to their dimension.

“Shit, shit, shit…are you okay.” Steve was now at your side, running his eyes up and down your entire body taking in all of your injuries.

“I think they took a little fresh but I'm okay.” You reassured him, honestly not feeling as bad as you probably should have as the adrenaline was coursing through your body.

“Guys come on!” Nancy began ushering them all into the tree line hoping for a little peace from the bats.

With Steve holding tightly onto your hand, you all ran as fast as you could to safety.

After you all had made it to skull rock, you started feeling the true effects of your injuries. You stepped away from the group a moment as your vision blurred, sending you falling into the side of the big rock.

“Y/N!” Steve rushed over to you, supporting the majority of your body weight, knowing you couldn't really hold yourself up.

“I-I’m good. Just got a little dizzy.” Your voice was small and painful.

Steve gently rested your body against the rock, getting a good look at your torso, “You're not okay, you're losing too much blood.” He was now panicking.

Before much else could happen Nancy ripped the fabric from some of her clothing and handed it to steve.

“Here, let's sit you down.” He gently wrapped his arms around you, allowing you to drop to the ground onto your knees. “I need to take your shirt off.” Steve blurted out, unsure of how to word it.

“Wow Harrington, don't you think you should ask me on a date first.” You tried to make light of this very shitty situation.

“Humor is intact, that's a good sign of not being infected with rabies.” Robin's nervous voice rang through the air, earning another small giggle from you.

Though you had been completely joking, it hit a little too close to home for Steve and the look on his face sent a curious thought through your head, though you didn't have much time to explore it because Steve was now lifting your mangled shift off your body leaving you only in a black bra. It was then that his hands had started to nervously shake and he was trying his best not to focus on how you looked in a bra.

“This is gonna hurt.” Steve was preparing you, fabric in hand ready to wrap around your waist.

“Please just get it over with.” You shut your eyes tightly, waiting for the contact to be made on your sore skin.

Steve tried being as gentle as possible, but every whimper you let out sent a crack through his heart.

“All done.” He finished the bandaging off with a small tie holding it in place, then gentling pulling you up off the ground making sure you could stand steadily.

You hadn't had a chance to thank him before he began taking his own shirt off. Even with the pain you were in, you couldn't help but stare at his bare chest for a moment, suddenly realizing how close the two of you truly were.

“Here put this on, your shirt is pretty done for.” He watches you struggle for a moment trying to get the shirt on without pain shooting through your side.

“C-Can you help me?” Your voice was timid, but Steve immediately helped get the shirt over your head and in the proper spot.

Your hair was now ruffled and covering your face, from the shirt going over your head and Steve couldn't stop himself from brushing it out of your eyes.

“Thank you, Steve, for everything.” He was now intensely looking at you, brain clearly going in overdrive.

An overwhelming amount of emotion had washed over him, immediately sending tears to the brim of his eyes.

“I'm sorry I couldn't hold on to your hand.” He was now recalling the moment you got pulled underwater.

You knew exactly where his mind was going, and you also knew that absolutely none of this was his fault, “Don't even go there. This is not your fault okay? You saved me.”

“I love you.” was all he could think to say.

“I love you too,” You uttered back, not understanding the connotation of what he just said.

He took your face into his hands, one resting on each cheek. “No Y/N, I love you, like I want to be with you.” He tried explaining as a warm heat crept up his neck and cheeks.

Your heart did a few flips in your chest immediately sending a sweet smile to your lips. Steve loved you and if the past day had made you realize anything it's that you most certainly love him too.

You had been so excited you forgot to say the words back to him, you immediately pulled him into a gentle kiss. He is mindful of your injuries and ops to run his fingers through your hair instead of wrapping his arms around your waist like he wanted to.

You abruptly pulled away from the kiss, realizing you hadn't said it back to him yet.

“Oh! Shit! I love you too.” You exclaimed.

His forehead fell against yours in laughter, “After we get out of all this, I'd very much like to take you on that date you were mentioning earlier.”

“I'd like that too Steve.”

The endearing moment was interrupted when a jean jacket harshly hit Steve in the side of the head, causing him to look in the direction it came from.

“Modesty man.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #Steve Harrington x y/n #stranger things requests #stranger things #stranger things imagine #eddie munson #fanfic #x reader #stranger things season four #stranger things fanfiction

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golbrocklovely · 2 years

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not so alone // colby brock

A/N: this fic is clearly inspired by maddie and all the other ghosts that for some reason love colby lmao honestly this fic kinda makes me sad and happy at the same time. this fic is also gender neutral, like the last one. let me know what you think of it. enjoy ! :)

prompt: you've had many men pass through your bedroom doors, but they always tell you lies. but this one... might make you finally believe. || ghost!reader x colby brock

trigger warning: you're a ghost sex worker... so there's that, unwanted touching??, fluff and angst, kind of a happy ending

word count: 1190

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You had had many men come through your doors over the decades of all shapes and sizes. Even different clothing styles too (some of which didn't quite make sense to you). But you didn't discriminate, it wasn't in your line of work to do so. As long as the customer paid, they were allowed to have a good time.

But for some reason, and you don't know when it began, these men would come in and act like they owned the place. They would come in, boss you around, and tell you lies.

Tell you that you were dead.

Sure, you got shot in the heart by your ex-lover Harold, but by the grace of God, you survived it. You were happy to know he died when these men would say it to you, but... you weren't dead. You would know whether or not that was the case.

These "ghost hunters" (whatever that means) would come in and talk to you, tell you to light up a device they had or touch them. Of course, the few what they called “mediums” that actually paid attention to you, because for some reason everyone liked to pretend you weren't there and they were the only ones that could see you, would tell these hunters that the only way you would do anything for them is if they gave you money. You had plenty on your dresser, and people just kept leaving you more and more over the years. So, once they would put some cash down, then you would do what they ask. But only if you felt like it.

You weren't sure why this is what these hunters were into but... whatever floats their boat.

Then one day, these four young men came into the brothel. They were dressed oddly, but so were any recent folks that walked through your doors. But you didn’t care about that because their energy was different.

Especially the dark haired one. He was tall, handsome, and had beautiful blue eyes.

He had this... glow around him. Something you didn't see too often, if ever. It felt warm and safe, unlike a lot of other men's energies.

You watched as they spilt off, two going one way and two entering your room. The dark haired one laid down on your bed. You grimaced at his shoes being on your comforter, but quickly ignored it. They placed down these random gadgets around the room and started "recording".

"Are you here, Y/N? Would you like to come talk to us?"

You rolled your eyes, not moving from your seat. You picked at your nails as they asked more questions.

"Bro, wait. The tour guide said that they usually don’t respond unless money is placed on the dresser." The blonde one reminded them.

The dark haired one pulled out his wallet, and handed a $10 to the blonde one, who placed the money on the dresser.

"Is that good enough, Y/N? Is that what you were waiting for?" The dark haired one asked.

You walked over to the device they had been pointing at, tapping it softly. The light flashed and boys freaked out.

Wow, men these days are easily amused.

"Oh my god thank you Y/N! That means so much to us."

You talked back and forth with them for a while, but eventually the subject turned to your least favorite part: the lies.

Colby, which you had learned was the dark haired one, quietly asked. "Y/N.... do you know that you're dead?"

You didn't touch their device. You got off the bed and went back to your chair. You were so tired of being asked a question that wasn't true.

"I'm sorry that happened to you, Y/N. Your ex, Harold... he shouldn't have shot you. That was terrible. I'm sorry you suffered."

You looked over at him. His voice... it was so much more sincere than the other men that had come through and told you this lie. The way he said it... it almost made you believe him.

But you couldn't be dead.

"The tour guide was telling us that you haven't moved on, that that's what a lot of mediums have said. I hope you know that if you need help crossing over, we'll help you."

You shook your head, crossing your arms uncomfortably. You weren't dead. You just couldn't be.

They ended up leaving not too long afterwards, but you overheard them saying that Colby should stay the night in your room. You were happy about that, at the very least.

But this whole being dead thing... could it actually be true? You couldn't remember the last time you ate, or changed your clothes, or bathed even. But you never changed. Nothing about you ever aged. Time felt frozen, days blurred together. Thousands of people had passed through your brothel, and they all had told you the same thing.

You. Were. Dead.

Tears flowed down your face, and you felt like the world finally stopped moving. Oh God, you were dead. You died when Harold had shot you all those decades ago. No one was pretending you weren't around, they really couldn't see you. Or hear you.

You had never felt so alone in your whole life.

Colby came to your room again. You didn't know how much time had passed since you last saw him, but assumingly it wasn't that long. He awkwardly sat down on your bed, kicking his shoes off this time. He leaned back and glanced around.

"Y/N... are you still here? I hope you don't mind if I stay here tonight. I don't plan on recording anything, unless something major happens. I figure it might be better to just have a one-on-one conversation."

He asked random questions, and weirdly waited for responses from you. You hoped he could tell you were answering, but you weren't sure. He didn't seem like these mediums you had talked to before.

You leaned across the bed and lightly touched his arm, now noticing the tattoos on the right one. You felt the hair on his arm react to your touch, rising. He gasped, pulling away from you.

"Oh my god, did you just touch me?" He gasped, looking around the room hastily.

That was the first time a man had almost revolted from your touch. You scared him. Of course you scared him. You’re a ghost.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to react like that. I’m just surprised.” Colby apologized, his voice low.

You kept your distance the rest of the night, until he was finally asleep.

You figured this would be your last night here; you knew it was time to move on from this place. But you wanted one more night of normal. You slid into bed with Colby, resting your head against his chest softly. He didn't stir or move away from your touch this time. His hand rested against your back, pushing you closer. You felt at peace finally. It had been so long since someone had touched you back.

You looked up at his face, cupping his cheek softly.

For a moment, you didn't feel so alone.

#colby brock #colby brock x reader #colby brock fic #colby brock fanfic #colby brock fanfiction #colby brock angst #colby brock fluff #colby brock one shot #colby brock oneshot #colby brock story #golbrocklovely's 13 nights of halloween #sam and colby

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just-late-roman-republic-things · 12 days

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calling octavius oot. So cute.. We need to give him even more nicknames. Our evil octy

Things I have called Octavian at various times:

Oot

Octavi-ant 🐜

Augoostus 🪿

Deranged pencil-necked weasel

Furrynus

Control freak

The evil overlord who actually won

Teenage mass murderer in platform shoes

Roman Vetinari

Lettuce menace

Wet bread man

Your friendly neighborhood military dictator

August-oops

Local talking bird enthusiast and gambling fiend

Agrippa's boyfriend

Julia's evil dad

Tiberius' terrible, terrible role model

Sponge distributor

Cousin Throcktavian

Collector of crappy father figures

Champion Boat-Loser

Cicero's great-uncle's brother-in-law's wife's great grand-nephew

Feel free to add your own.

#octavian #just roman memes #just roman asks #romans with unfortunate names #<- that's a lie these are all excellent names

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scarydeadlavender · 9 months

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꧁༺ 𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓪 𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓫𝓲𝓮 𝓖𝓲𝓻𝓵 ༻꧂

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Daniel: Oh no, I refuse!

The boy rapidly waved his hands in front of him as a sign of protest, looking at his friends with a sadistic smile holding a pastel pink dress with cute strawberry motifs on it.

Daniel: No, no, no, and again, no!

Ivy: Come on! We didn't slog through revising just to get a good grade on the potion assessment for nothing!

Daniel: I-

Tp cleared her throat and took out a parchment from her crossbody bag.

Tp: I quote, "Daniel Page, on this day, April 4th at 2:00 PM, declared: if you manage to score higher than me in the next quiz, I'll do whatever you want for a day!" Right here, here's the signature!

Tp turned the paper towards Daniel to show him the image proof. He grumbled.

Daniel: I should have revised more... But as for you all! He gave them a cold look.

Daniel: My revenge will be terrible...

Tp: Yeah, yeah, now give it a shot! Tp placed the dress in Daniel's arms and then did a high five with Ivy, who shivered while letting out a small joyous laugh!

Ivy: I forgot something! Without delay, she went off to search for that 'thing' and returned with a pair of white strappy ballerina sandals with a small heel, paired with matching pink socks. She slipped them under the curtain of the dressing room.

Daniel: No way!

Ivy: A deal's a deal, Daniel!

The boy groaned.

Daniel: I'm not stepping out.

Tp: Come on, don't be a spoilsport!

Daniel: Never, I'm staying in here until nightfall-

Ivy: Daniel Page, get out of here!

A sort of growl was heard, and a somewhat magnificent Daniel emerged, wearing a cute pastel pink dress with strawberry motifs, puffy tulle sleeves, a boat neckline, a bow tied around the waist, and Ivy's choice of shoes made it all even cuter. Daniel's fists were clenched, and his gaze was fixed on the ground, his cheeks as pink as a child caught red-handed stealing candy. Snap! Tp had taken a picture with a magical Polaroid that brought the images to life.

Tp and Ivy couldn't hold back their laughter.

Daniel: H-Hey, stop it!

Tp: Ivy, do you think what I'm thinking?

Ivy: Oh, absolutely!

Daniel watched his two friends, displaying a sadistic smile. He backed away in fear when he felt the cabin wall behind him. He knew it would be over then... He swallowed hard before being pulled by his two friends towards a seat in front of a white marble table with a grand golden mirror, several makeup tools laid out – colored nail polishes, mascara, eyeshadow palettes, lipsticks... too many things that gave him a headache.

Tp: So, what are we doing with you, Daniela?

Tp placed her hand on her chin, pondered for a moment, and then smiled. She grabbed a palette of colors and whispered her idea to Ivy.

As for Daniel, he sank into the chair, hoping to disappear from the world. But when he saw a brush with pink powder on it, he flinched.

Tp: Don't worry, everything will be fine!

Daniel: Do you think I'll believe you with that smile?!

Tp: Close your eyes, or I'll put this in your eye!

He wasn't quite sure what was happening, but he obeyed Tp. He just felt a brush on his eyelids, and when he could open his eyes again, he saw Ivy with pink glittery nail polish. He quickly pulled his hand away.

Daniel: Don't even think about it!

Ivy rolled her eyes and grabbed his hand, applying the polish much to his chagrin. ... This went on for 15 minutes, and when he finally saw how they had transformed him, he blushed with embarrassment. His hair was styled in a bun, with strands escaping, pink eyeshadow, pink glittery lip gloss, pink nail polish... he looked at himself in the mirror and saw the bespectacled boy staring. He wore a red checkered shirt with a black t-shirt underneath.

Daniel: Is it normal for that guy to stare at me like that?

Tp and Ivy looked behind him and noticed the boy quickly looking away. Tp leaned towards Daniel with a sly smile.

Tp: Looks like Daniela has admirers.

Tp stifled his laughter while giving him a friendly pat on the arm. Ivy signaled to the mysterious boy, who came over to them.

Daniel: Wh-what are you doing?!

Ivy: A romantic rendezvous.

Daniel: WHAT?!

He tried to escape, but Ivy held him back. The more the guy approached, the more Daniel panicked. This guy arrived in front of them, flashing a smile that could compete with Ken's.

Guy: Hey, ladies, what's up?

Tp: Oh, um, yeah, shopping day!

Guy: I can see that...

His gaze didn't leave Daniel, much to his despair. So, he tried to avoid his gaze, noticing that Tp was gently pushing him toward the guy.

Tp: Excuse her, she's shy. This is Daniela!

Daniel's entire body jolted at that name... she could have been more creative...

Guy: Oh, nice to meet you, doll. The guy draped an arm around Daniel's neck, causing him to shiver from the cold sensation that ran down his back. Daniel forced a smile, sending a glare that could kill to his two friends, who were barely holding back their laughter.

Ivy: Oh, I've got an idea! What if you two went for a walk? We'll meet at 5:00 PM to retrieve Daniela!

Daniel glanced at Tp with pleading eyes. She just shrugged.

Tp: Yeah, why not! Come on, Daniela, it'll be fun!

She gave him a look that said "I'm going to get you for this!"

Guy: Perfect, then! Let's go!

The two headed for the exit, and Daniel hoped against hope that he wouldn't see anyone he knew. He gave his friends a final helpless look and walked away, leaving only a glittery lip gloss mark on Tp's cheek as a farewell...

Oh, how he missed his potion books! This boy named "Maxime" was not interesting at all! And he clearly didn't have all his marbles!

There was just one hour left—just one hour with Maxime in a cafe. Daniel's head rested in his hand as he sighed, knowing he couldn't stay a minute longer. He couldn't take it anymore! All his energy to tolerate Maxime had vanished. So, he came up with a little lie that could save him from the situation.

Daniel: Um... I need to use the restroom.

Ignoring whatever Maxime was saying, he got up and headed towards the restroom, hoping Maxime would look away so he could escape.

Hiding behind a few people, he waited for the perfect moment to make a dash for the door. For some unknown reason, he felt like he was seeing a divine light in front of it.

And when that moment finally arrived, he sprinted as if his life depended on it! Even though he was walking rather quickly, he could feel Maxime following him like a lost puppy. How did Maxime notice? He didn't know, maybe that pink dress made him less inconspicuous among the people dressed in darker colors.

So, when he finally got that opportune moment, he ran like there was no tomorrow! Even though he was walking rather quickly to avoid suspicion, he could feel Maxime trailing behind him like a lost pup. How he noticed, he didn't know. Maybe that pink dress made him stand out among the people dressed in darker tones. The two of them left the café, heading towards the clothing store.

Maxime: Daniela?

Daniel: I'm leaving.

Maxime stopped.

Maxime: Your voice sounds weird...

Daniel sighed before massaging his temples. He turned to Maxime.

Daniel: Listen, Maxime! I'm not Daniela, I'm Daniel, yes, Daniel! I am not a girl!

He raised his collar slightly to show that he didn't have a chest, causing Maxime to blink repeatedly, not understanding the situation.

Maxime: Wait... can you switch genders? Like, are you an alien?

Daniel looked at him, shocked by his stupidity, and slapped his palm to his forehead. He just wanted to get away.

Daniel: Yeah, sure, if you want...

He was too tired, continuing on his way. But then he felt Maxime grabbing his hands, and he shivered at the contact.

Maxime: Wow, Daniela—or Daniel—you're amazing! Please, take me to your planet!

Daniel: Ugh!

Too clingy, too persistent, in his opinion. He shook off Maxime's grip.

Daniel: Stop it!

Maxime: But I love you!!

Daniel: Well... I don't! I already have feelings for someone else!

He thought that would finally make Maxime go away, but no... Instead, Maxime grabbed Daniel's shoulders and kissed him. Shocked, he violently pushed Maxime away, wiping his lips and leaving traces of gloss on his hand. Disgusted, his stomach churned a bit. He hadn't consented to that, which made him even angrier. His blood was boiling, but... if he wanted to get out of this situation, he had to play along.

Maxime: Daniela...

Daniel: It's Daniel... Listen, Maxime, can't you see that our love is impossible? You just broke a rule from my planet! Oh, Maxime, forgive me, but farewell!

He struck a dramatic pose, pretending to cry, and then he started running towards the path back to Hogwarts.

On the seemingly endless path, he hoped not to bump into anyone, as he'd die of embarrassment and might never want to go back to Hogwarts. He looked around frequently, checking if anyone was following him.

?: Hey, beautiful!

He jumped, freezing in place. His hair stood on end as he turned his head towards the sound of the voice, hoping it wasn't Maxime.

But to his great surprise, it was Tp who blinded him with a camera flash. He rubbed his eyes, where small black spots blinked.

Daniel: Tp! You nearly gave me a heart attack!

Tp laughed, then handed Daniel a brown paper bag. Daniel looked at it suspiciously but took it anyway.

Daniel: What is it?

Tp: Relax, Daniela. They're just your clothes. You left them at the store.

Daniel: And whose fault is that?

Daniel shot a cold look at Tp, who laughed, turned, and leaned against a tree to give his friend some privacy to change.

Without further ado, he removed the dress and FINALLY got back into his clothes. He looked at his fingers, where the nail polish sparkled. He sighed, walked over to Tp, and tossed the dress at her. Tp was surprised but ran over to join him, heading towards Hogwarts. Tp seemed a bit sad.

Tp: Aww, Daniela is gone...

Daniel: Oh, shut up...

Rolling his eyes, he tried to remove the makeup while Tp laughed, seeing the colorful mess on Daniel's face.

Daniel: What?

Tp: Nothing, come here!

Daniel was too tired to argue, so he approached Tp, who took a small tissue from his pocket and began wiping his face. Daniel groaned a bit, withdrawing like a scared cat, his face turning red.

Daniel: I swear, next time we make a bet, I'm setting rules.

Tp: Alright, alright, Barbie girl.

Tp held back his laughter, seeing Daniel's adorable panicked expression at the nickname.

Daniel: W-what did you call me?

Tp: Barbie girl—

Daniel: Oh, you!

Tp couldn't help but laugh as Daniel clenched his fists, his cheeks as red as his hair.

Tp: Come on, Barbie, let's go party!

Daniel: Stop that...

Tp: I am a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world, life in plastic, it's fantastic, you can brush my hair—

Daniel: Shut up...

Daniel pinched the bridge of his nose, watching his friend enjoy singing the famous song. And for some reason, he leaned in and planted a kiss on Tp's cheek. That stopped Tp from singing as they blushed, hiding their face in their hands. As for Daniel, he headed towards the castle without a word, leaving just a trace of glittery gloss on Tp's cheek as a goodbye...

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The next day arrived quickly, and it was no surprise to see Daniel Page with pink nail polish still on his nails. He received curious glances from other students and good-natured teasing from his friends

Frey Twins: hey, Barbie girl?

Daniel: Oh, shut up!

Deep down, he knew that the only person who could call him that was Tp...

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L'idée vous est venue après avoir regardé le film Barbie ; c'est vraiment bon, je le recommande !

#daniel page #hpma x reader #harry potter magic awakened #daniel page x reader #hpma mc #hpma daniel #fanfiction #barbie movie

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"Picture of your face in an invisible locket... I had a bad feeling. But we were dancin'... swaying as the room burned down." (x)

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New Dog's Life chapter today! ~ 3rd Life series fan-season

Chapter 32 - “Starve (Etho, Scott)”

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I am once again bringing you scenes of Etho cuddling up to SnifferMyFeet while Sniff growls reminders that even though he has Joel's memories and misses being Boat Boys, he wants Etho to treat him as a separate person.

If I had a nickel for every chapter Etho's touched this man and thought of Joel, I would have 8 nickels. I'd have 40 cents. That's as much as 1/4 of our story. And that's terrible.

#smalletho - Etho once again working through his touch starvation and Boat Boys Issues™ Many references to Joel, but he doesn't appear. Large flashbacks of him and Etho in next week's chapter, though! <3

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

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This preview section jumps into shippy vibes- Proceed at own discretion.

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Etho - Fox

Status: Holding out a hand

Self-taught programmer, full-time hero

💙 🧡 💚

So, uh. That string tidying, huh? You're setting yourself up for disappointment if you want to do that with an endermite hybrid. They're the best in the business and they'll mock you the whole time you set up. Sniff's smug and giggly about it, too, as Etho pushes him down on the bed and hangs back to study him. He's really tattered the code on the bottoms of his bare feet. I mean, shoe code gets tattered too, but usually those soft parts of a skin design hurt more.

"You gonna use your mouth?" Sniff asks, eyeing him up.

"In a shocking turn of events, the programmer has tools for fixing loose code. They're in the other room." Etho takes Sniff's wrists and pins them above his head for a second, then takes his ankles and stretches them out. Classic textbook pose for the work, even though they'll probably move to the carpet for obvious reasons before they start; he doesn't need weak pixels dropped all over his bed. "Stay," he commands, and Sniff sticks out his tongue and double flips him off without moving his arms. So Etho can't be mad.

But he does lean over, sliding one hand beneath Sniff's cheek, easing it behind his head. He curls it back around and lifts it just enough to scrape his palm across Sniff's brow, beneath his floppy dark brown hair. It's thick and feels like swamp plants in his hands. He still smells like well-treated water. Chlorine. Like one of Gluon's hotel builds with the fancy pools. Or the waterpark server. Never did find out why. Etho breathes against him without pulling back. Despite the wet scents, Sniff's warm soul's like fresh-baked bread against his hand.

"Oh my goodness… You're so pretty. You are so pretty…"

The metaphorical light fades from Sniff's mismatched eyes. Etho pulls back, waiting for a pinch or slap. Sniff turns his face away. Only his Joel side's visible at this angle as he squirms. "Get your eyes checked, Eefo… I saw my reflection when I got my water. I'm stitched together with hand-me-down parts. You don't mean that."

"What if I do, though?" He crouches lower by the bed, bringing a hovering thumb to Sniff's scalp. Sniff glances at him, then away. So Etho breaks that barrier. Slowly, the thick part of his hand eases down to touch Sniff's head. Sniff scrunches up his eyes again, giving the faintest little nod. Etho holds very still a few seconds (Sniff's pixels are so loose on his skin, which was the whole point of this cleaning project anyway) before he speaks again. "I'm sorry you can't see that yet. Body issues are tough; I've got issues too. Sometimes my fox traits get away from me… Been thinking about modding out, but it takes centuries of paperwork." His next stroke of hand (a circle on his head) is firmer, sharper, and Sniff mutters something under his breath as his cheeks freckle up with blue again. Cute. "If it were legal, I'd probably just unthread. I'd miss the bullet paths, but you make vex life look so easy. So good." He draws his hand around in one last loop, then eases it down Sniff's cheek (on his Grian side) to his neck. "Hey, take a closer look next time you're out. There's a lot of interesting people out there. Some wear faces that aren't even humanoid. Have you met MumboDrone or iCam? … And you know, it's just a skin."

Sniff putters his lips, staring towards the ceiling. His fingers lift, dancing across the backs of Etho's knuckles. "You just want me to stay late again. Gods, you're so lonely… Listen, fella- I know my strings are a wreck. I was an endermite before a vex; be pretty messed up if I couldn't tell. I'll let you clean me up, but I'm not playing sleepover. You can't make me."

"Mmhm." Oh man, I want to press my head on yours. He really wants to, noses brushing, hair tufts scraping, but he refrains, you know. He's kneeling, balanced on his heels, and Sniff's saying 'Yes' to the hand but looking unsure. So he won't. "Stay as long as you want to. Just let me clean your code and then you can leave. I promise I won't be mad."

"You smell like bread dough…"

"Yeah? My code wouldn't taste too good right now. Squeaky clean."

"Oh, that's too bad." Absentminded. Distracted. Etho eases back his fingers.

"Are you okay?"

Sniff clicks into focus again and then swishes up, sitting on the bed instead of lying down. "Yeah, thanks. I'm good, actually. The water helped."

"All right. I'll be right back with the cleaning stuff." He leaves without another touch, pausing only to switch off the portal still glowing in the corner. He leaves the desk lantern glowing like it is. It's fun, in the dark. The light's so low, it's like a fox's den in here.

The nice thing about being a programmer? He has no end of scrapers and combs to choose from. He pays the living room a visit to get the tray from the coding desk's drawer and some rolled-up pieces of carpet (ignoring the less than subtle smirks Beef and Pause give him as he strolls by). Etho brings the whole tray to his room and sits on the bed with Sniff, just talking to him and explaining how effective these tools are for different things. Sniff seems to recognize a lot of them, which is no surprise, honestly. Since Joel doesn't do logouts, he has a whole cleaning routine. It takes him forever.

"You know," Sniff says, digging through the tray, "using combs is cheating, actually. I can do the cleaning with my teeth still attached. I bet foxes can too. I mean, it's code work; all the code-eating species can do it." He flicks his gaze to Etho, who kneels across from him, tail waving in the air. Etho doesn't answer, so Sniff goes on. "You know what's fun? 'mite bundles."

"'mite bundles,'" Etho repeats. "Like… Endermites inside a bundle? Is that fun? That's a new one to me." Where is he going with this?

"Yeah, it's when you put endermites in with some of your supplies and go out on adventures. When you want your supplies, you have to dump everything on the ground and try to use your stuff without getting bit. If you get bit, you have to send your coords to server chat. Easy way to get killed, so you'd better not. You can play it in Between, too. Pig has an endermite living in his studio. For every time it bites him, he has to keep his weapons in a chest for an hour when he gets home. It means I can do whatever I want to him, really. Usually he just runs. Sometimes we duke it out bare-fisted. Have you ever seen him with a black eye and a tooth knocked out? Just me, I guess- It probably doesn't carry when he leaves the server. He looks so goofy when he smiles; I'm chuffed to bits with that. Gods, you wouldn't believe the bruise he left on me this one time he pushed me off an end ship. He smirked about it for days, no joke. No, actually. Can't believe his head even fit outside the server."

Etho smirks back, hidden in the mask and hidden by his fingertips. His chin rests against his hand. "What'd you do to him? You didn't let him get away with that, did you?"

"Hell no! I picked up a shulker and I slammed him on the head with it. I bet you didn't even know you can peel 'em off the wall- they're so clingy. What'd he do then? I think he put down a bed and blew himself up trying to get me with it. Oh, he's so lame. I like him so much."

[Full chapter on AO3 - Link at top]

#smalletho #trafficfic #traffic soulmates #... It's complicated #If you're here for smalletho and slammed into my ''Would you still love me if I was SnifferMyFeet?'' drama. lmao sorry #For better or worse this is what I bring to the fandom table #Recap: Sniff has all Joel's memories (maybe) but wobbly self-restraint and it is weird for both of them so. let's get weird #I cannot emphasize enough how Peculiar this is if you are entering without context so good luck- lmk how it goes :)#It's about Miscommunication (TM). I'm tagging stuff so people can filter out but just to be clear this is Oh No with fluff sprinkles #Y'know. When all else fails and I've listened to many songs and did not find the right one... I know Taylor Swift has got me #This chapter brought to you by whomever gave Etho several dozen combs made of people's teeth (It was Lizzie)#Also the intimacy of bonking foreheads #Dog's Life #Dog's Life art #ridwriting #fic announcement #apparently art #trafficshipping #hermitshipping #Sniff and Pig #mcyt #Pixels Imperfect #ridspoilers #Dog's Life spoilers

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reasonsmandy · 1 month

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TRACK 3

Mystical Time

The sun was setting and you were still looking at the note this person had left you, whoever this drink was, they were right, it was extraordinary. You once again survey your surroundings for the secret admirer and your eyes only find a boat a few steps away from you, grabbing your things and quickly putting them in your bag you make your way to the floating object in the dark waters.

You make your way to the boat door, knocking a few times hoping to be answered by someone who could offer some explanation.

"May I help you miss?" A tall man opens the door, you get a little scared but try to focus on what brought you there.

"Yeah actually, I got this letter... I was wondering if you knew who could have given it to me." You hand the paper to the man who collects it in his calloused hands, staring at the letters, not happy.

"Did my employee give you this during his work?" You are taken by surprise by the question, he observes the glass in your hand and you notice that he recognizes the object "That's mine." He roughly takes the glass from your hand. "The guy that gave you this is someone extremely irresponsible who will be fired in the morning! Have a good night miss." He threatens to close the door.

"Hey wait, I don't want anyone to get in trouble because of me."

"I never liked him anyway, Rojas... what a dumb fucking name" He seems mad and you feel really uncomfortable.

Before the man could discard the note, your hand shot out, snatching it back with determination, your eyes darted to the initials engraved on the back – W.R. – a subtle detail that sparked a flicker of recognition within you.

"I'm sorry, but can I keep this?" You asked, your voice trembling slightly with nerves.

The man regarded you with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion, but he shrugged nonchalantly. "Suit yourself," he muttered, turning to leave.

You watched him go, your mind racing with questions and possibilities. You tucked the note safely into your bag, a newfound sense of purpose driving you forward. You didn't know who W.R. was or why he had chosen to reach out to you, but you were extremely sad that you harmed him somehow.

Y/n Rojas L/n: You see, that day haunted me for a while *looks down sadly*

"It's so weird you know." Warren says, looking at his half melted ice cream.

"What?" You felt nervous for some reason, waiting for his response.

"This feeling of deja vu every time I look at you" He chuckles, and you find it very adorable.

You laugh nervously, trying to play it cool. "Maybe we knew each other in a past life or something," you joke, hoping to lighten the mood.

Y/n Rojas L/n: I thought to myself "how long can I take this?". In my defense I thought it'd be funny to reveal we actually had met before. *blushes*

"You know, what's your full name again? Maybe we do know each other." You go on with your playful tone.

"Warren Rojas" As soon as you hear it, your body freezes, you swallow hard, trying to hide your surprise.

W.R

"Rojas, what a dumb fucking name..."

Y/n Rojas L/n: I panicked, I mean... What were the odds? I made the guy lose his job, I felt terrible!

Warren Rojas: *shrugs looking at his shoes*

Interviewer: So you decided to lie about knowing him?

Y/n Rojas L/n: It wasn't my first decision, my plan was to see if he was indeed the guy from the note and then well... Things got a little more complicated.

Warren Rojas: When we came back they had already recorded the song, we talked for a while and left when it was all done.

Y/n Rojas L/n: You see, when coincidences happen so many times we don't expect another one to happen. I didn't clarify anything because I was sure I wouldn't see him again other than at some record company events. But in the end, that wasn't what Daisy had in mind.

Daisy Jones: In August 1977 we became Daisy Jones and The Six *says proudly* I just had to find a way to explain to Y/n that I had other plans...

Interviewer: And how did that go?

Daisy Jones: Well...

"What do you mean you're gonna join them?" Your arms crossed over your chest so stiff it hurt a little.

"They are great and we work well together!" Daisy says with her hands on her hips.

"I thought we worked together too." You try to hide the way you're hurt with this whole situation.

"We do but— Look Y/n, you can still write with us." She holds your hands and you avoid her eyes.

"I tried so hard for this, I thought...” You try to stop yourself from crying. "Do you really think Billy will let both of us in?"

Daisy stays silent, you shake your head.

Y/n Rojas L/n: Well, I was right. Billy hated the idea and I lost my partner in crime, it'd be a shitty day If it wasn't for *opens a small smile*

"I said no Daisy!" Billy almost shouts, your body shivers as you feel embarrassed with the situation.

The rest of the band hadn't arrived yet, it was just you, Daisy, Billy and Teddy having a discussion about how things would go from now on. Your eyes were fixed on your lyric notebook as Daisy and Billy argued like a married couple.

"Why do you have to be such a jerk all the time?" You could swear Daisy's eyes were on fire.

"I'm being a jerk? You're the one who just got in the band and wants to choose everything!" He responds with a sneer, rolling his eyes. "We need everyone's opinion before deciding anything"

"Look, I don't want to cause any fight..." Your voice comes out almost in a whisper.

"Like you let anyone in this band choose anything." Daisy ignores what you say and goes on with the fight.

Billy rolls his eyes and opens his mouth when he's interrupted by a certain drummer.

"Hey, have y'all seen my timbale sticks?" The curly-haired man invades the meeting room. "Oh, important meeting... My bad"

Instead of leaving, he stops and observes those present, smiling when his eyes fall on yours. You give him a small smile and he winks at you, sitting by Teddy's side at the table.

"So, what are you discussing?" He crosses his arms over his bare chest, whether or not his presence lightens any atmosphere.

"Daisy wants to join the band and bring along her whole fucking family." Billy says, rolling his eyes. "No offence." He says at you.

You don't even bother to answer him, looking at your hands all the time.

"I thought we agreed that Daisy would join us." Warren says, clearly confused.

"Yes, but now she wants Y/n to join us as a song writer." The older Dunne looks at Teddy like asking for help.

"And what's the matter?" He still doesn't get it.

Billy scoffs, and Daisy gives Warren an approving smile.

Interviewer: So you joined the band?

Y/n Rojas L/n: Not exactly...

"I had an idea" Warren says, looking directly at Price.

"Warren this is important." Billy disagrees not even listening to him.

"I thought you needed the band's opinion" Daisy says under her breath.

"Will you too please give it a rest?" You say louder than intended. They all look at you.

Warren Rojas: If you think you've seen someone hot? It's because you haven't seen my wife mad *smirks, and slowly realizes* Don't tell you father I said that to you.

"Why don't you work as a ghost writer for the company?" Warren finally makes his suggestion, your eyes light up. "She can help us without being strictly linked to the band, still growing her career."

Y/n Rojas L/n: There is no one more generous than my husband, and now see if you understand me... How could I tell him that I knew him and consequently tell him I made him lose his job, after that?

"Would you be interested in that Y/n?" Teddy says, looking proud at Rojas.

"Of course!" You can't help your excitement.

"So we agree, from now on you will work for us and you guys will officially be Daisy Jones and The Six" Price smiles at all of you, even Billy seems okay with the situation. "Tomorrow I'll bring the paper for everyone to sign, but until then you guys better get to work!"

Daisy and Billy leave the meeting room while discussing how they should go about this change, you still stand there trying to process everything that just happened when you hear Teddy's ringtone and watch you leave you and Warren by yourselves.

"Thank you so much." You turn to Warren, a huge smile on your face. "I really don't know how to thank you..."

"What about joining me for dinner tonight?" He says with hopeful eyes.

Y/n Rojas L/n: He was so adorable that day...

Warren Rojas: You hear that? I'm adorable *grins*

Y/n Rojas L/n: So Warren and I started to see each other, you know, some dates here and there *smiles with the memory* but at the same time we weren't sure of how things actually worked between us. I guess I got overwhelmed by the whole situation I was keeping as a secret, every time we got way too close I pushed him away.

Warren Rojas: If I wasn't sure? Well, I really liked her and even though I saw other women in the meanwhile, things with her were different... I just felt that she didn't want anything with me. *shrugs* Until that night...

"Alright, let's hear for Y/n!" Billy says drawing applause, offering you a small smile. "Y/n here is gonna be helping us with the final touches for the album."

Warren's playful gaze lingers on you, his smile suggestive as he winks in your direction. The air crackles with anticipation as Roundtree steps closer, his hand enveloping yours as he presses a kiss to your knuckles.

Before Roundtree's lips can meet your skin, Rojas intervenes, his grip firm as he pulls his friend back, a hint of possessiveness in his voice. "What do you think you're doing?" Rojas's tone is low, a subtle warning in his words.

Eddie chuckles at the exchange, rolling his eyes at his best friend.

"It's nice having you." Karen says to you, her words offering a sense of welcome and ease in the midst of the charged atmosphere.

"Yeah bella." Rojas puts out his cigarette getting closer to you. He kisses your cheek "So nice." He whispers in your ear.

You feel a shiver down your spine, as you thank them all for having you there.

Y/n Rojas L/n: He was so fucking hot that day *sighs*

"So first we would like you to hear the songs before the mixing and after it." Billy says showing you the way towards the sound table. "Daisy and I are working on the last song we're having a hard time finishing, but you can feel free to write some ideas and give your thoughts."

"I can show her, no worries." Warren grabs your hand, looking into your eyes.

"Of course you can, you dog." Eddie smirks clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth.

Warren Rojas: Eddie was a pain in the ass that day.

"And what are we supposed to do in the meanwhile?" Graham asks, crossing his arms.

"I guess you guys can have a day off." Daisy says, looking at all of them.

Y/n Rojas L/n: So Eddie was the first to leave, after that Graham gave Karen a ride.

Warren Rojas: Billy and Daisy went to Teddy's house, for some reason they liked to write the songs there. So basically, we had the place to ourselves *smirks*

Y/n Rojas L/n: I tried my best to keep my distance from him, there was something about him that drove me crazy. When everyone left that day I was sure I wouldn't make it that day. *looks at the camera embarrassed*

✧.* 📚 — Hello! So, my first time writing something with more than two parts. I hope you like it because I'm very excited about my ideas. As it is different content, I don't know if I will use the same taglist that I always use. So here's the new one (in case you want to be tagged)

✧.* taglist — @cieopatrasss @neptunes-curse @boredshit-shadow @boouoy @softstarlite @xopearlz @nakedmolerat @coldonexx

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pherelesytsia · 2 years

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I see fire

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Spencer faces his greatest fear as his girlfriend is in danger.

Warning: Fluff, Wounds

Word Count: 1k

a/n:. Requests are open!!!

Spencer Reid Masterlist

Fire was rising, and smoke curled above the house. Water was pouring and sirens were howling and the sun was shrouded by dark clouds. Coughing, Y/N stumbled, walked through the splinters of the shattered door. The wood was moaning in agony. Y/N narrowed her eyes, and tried to focus, feeling fuzzy.

Crimson freckled her white shirt, but it wasn’t hers. Mud feasted on her skin. Y/N wrinkled her face in disgust. The greyed memories returned, remembered the tortured women, the fear painting the features and her heart ached at the thoughts. The wounds on her body burned terribly, were minor, yet they pained. Y/N went ahead, tried to walk upright. Y/N's fingers wandered through her hair. Closing her eyes, Y/N wished to find herself far away from the house, standing under running hot water, trying to get the image burning into her mind out of her head. Blue light kissed her face. Dark vehicles were parked all across the square and men in dark suits were swarming all over the area. Y/N paid no heed to the voices telling her to freeze, but Y/N was eager to leave as quickly as possible and find herself in the bedroom. Men stormed out of the house, but Y/N ignored the cries and screams, but then she turned and halted, saw the dark-haired young woman as officers were leading her to the ambulance. Y/N clenched her hands into fists, felt pain, no remorse for what she had done, aware she would get at least ten calls in the early hours of the next day and people would criticise her for her reckless behaviour, but she was fine with it, knew she had saved lives.

Pair of worried eyes settled on the young woman. Pain overshadowed his features. Pressing his lips to a fine line he supressed a curse. He advanced, running wild. A relieved expression spread across Spencer's face as he noticed his girlfriend walking out of the evacuated house. His heart clenched, pained, saw the discolouration’s, signs of a struggle, but no blood flowed in streams across her delicate skin.

Y/N's hair, once tied in a tight bun, was shaped in waves of disturbed water, framed her face. Spencer stormed forward, rushed past the line of officers, ignored the yells and screams. Mud coated his shoes, sank into the earth, a sinking boat. He ran against the wind. Fear and sadness mingled. Spencer didn't know whether to be furious or relieved, aware Y/N had disobeyed orders, but on the other hand, he was filled with a sense of pride. Waves collided. Spencer pressed Y/N firmly against his body. His hands rested on her body, had sought for deep injuries, wet spots, but found none. A soft hiss escaped. His gaze slid over her body once more, looking closely, but no scratch graced her features. Spencer cupped her cheeks. Y/N gulped. His right hand stroked her skin, brushing the dust away and removed the spider webs in which animals had become trapped.

“Y/N.” nothing more could escape.

Y/N didn’t recognise the voice of her husband and stopped. His voice was rough.

"I feared. I came as fast as I could the moment Hotch told me you are in danger. Why did you do it? You should have. You should. You could have. What were you thinking? Were you thinking?" Spencer breathed, unable to finish the sentence he had started.

He clasped her shaking fingers and he felt the golden ring under his touch.

“Nothing happened.", “You have blood on your skin, you have fought and your gun is missing," Spencer interjected immediately, pressing her closer to his chest.

Nothing escaped his gaze. He saw it, everything and he wished to not see it.

"I'm fine." "Where's your jacket?" he asked worriedly.

"I gave it to the woman. She was topless. The paramedics weren't here yet and I couldn’t leave her exposed in the old cellar. She was cold. I could handle it. I can handle it." Y/N explained meekly, snuggling closer to his chest, enjoying the warmth radiating from his body.

The world turned cold and remote. Y/N closed her eyes, lowered her hands under his jacket and rested her head against his body, inhaling his scent and feeling her heart begin to beat more calmly again. A river, a ragging torrent of questions escaped Spencer but no answer escaped Y/N, stayed in silence, turned weak, unable to fight with convincing words telling her husband she was healthy and fine. Closing her eyes something heavy rested on her shoulder. Spencer had placed his jacket on her shoulders and his arms embraced her firmly. Smiling the world faded into oblivion, forgot the crime scene, deaf to the cries, to the sirens and loud commands. The first vehicles were driving away and the first of the five ambulances heading in the hospital's direction were gone. A question wanted to come over Spencer but he quickly realised it would be unnecessary to ask it, he would tend the wounds personally, cleaning them and applying ointments. The wind blew cold and heartless.

Spencer whispered words into her ear and searched for wounds he hadn't found before, but to his relief he found none. Spencer placed his hands on her back, turned with her in his arms and walked slowly towards his car parked between the other vehicles Y/N did not notice, only witnessed the world shifting, but she did not fear, knowing she was safe in his arms and always would be.

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hollywoodsargeant · 1 year

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logan pics i’m a bit crazy for (shame edition)

so i love logan sargeant. yes? and of course some pictures of him are… better than others. but sometimes i look at photos that are objectively terrible and once would’ve given me some type of ick but now in my current state of florida boy psychosis make me a bit looney. make me go a bit “holy fuck i’m in love with him.” make me need a couple bullet lobotomies.

it might get worse as it goes idk the order isn’t really thought out. but be warned: all of it is bad

we will start pretty normal. i mostly just think this is a stupid fucking pose. what are you doing. why are you like this. what is your deal with posting black and white gym selfies and can you stop

golf cart selfie … i hate you. soz for cropping out the other guys idk who they are. not the point. this picture is dumb and he looks DUMB fuck you and your backwards cap and your stupid little smile and your. fuck you. i can’t believe i’m this crazy about a man who GOLFS for FUN.

i’m like. 1. i cropped out SO MANY fish 2. what the fuck are those flip flops 3. i hate you. but hi kyle! idk who the other guy is. anyways. this i stole from a tweet that says something like “this has been logan sargeant and kyle kirkwood catching big ass fish” and that says a lot about society. and me. mostly me. i have no real explanation for this one i think i just find him cute

look me in my eyes. Look Me In My Eyes. this is a horrible photo. one, i can’t see his face at all, and also he’s like actively fishing on a boat, which is a whole thing, and i need to die. I NEED TO DIE! blinded by a.) logan sargeant and b.) the little bit of his stomach showing where his shirt is riding up. so disgustingly weak for him, actually. i need to be put to rest

i am still neglecting to post the full image this is from for reasons (there’s blood in it) but he is so dumb and i love him. hi kyle (again) for some reason i frequently just Stare at the full of this picture like a freak. consider that logan is wearing WHITE SNEAKERS on a boat with BLOOD ON THE FLOOR. horrible. that thing next to logan’s head? the sword part of the swordfish. Yeah we slay

nice fish dude. no further comment on this matter.

and i know i’ve posted this one about 7 times but that’s because i MEAN IT. and i’m STILL MAD. him and his untied white shoes and the shirt riding up and the big fucking sunglasses and the. he is so loserboy. so florida. sooo i’m in love with him and every day it gets worse. the logan sargeant psychosis has reached completely untreatable levels! get shorter shorts

#big surprise the compilation of shame photos makes me feel shame #but i Love him #i am literally logan sargeant's biggest fan #if you can’t love logan sargeant at his fisherman then you don’t deserve him at his p19 in f1 #logan sargeant #ls2 #i am going to go volunteer to have my brain removed and picked apart in a lab #i like him entirely too much #thank you for coming to my self-expose

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