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SPOILERS AHEAD FOR CHAPTER 34!

“Oh, Stiles…” Zaida grimaced as she took in the dozen or so minuscule lacerations that had gone through his flannel and t-shirt, leaving cuts in his skin.

“Better me than either of you,” He shrugged nonchalantly and instead inspected her with worried eyes. “Are you alright? You’re bleeding.”

“It’s just one scratch,” She wiped off the bit of blood dripping down her forearm, eyes shifting to where Lydia was checking on the huntress. “Allison had it worse.”

“Miss Blake? You okay?” The boy turned to check on their teacher, who was staring blankly into thin air. He pulled a feather from her hair and let it float to the floor. “Uh, sorry... just that… ”

“That was fast,” Zaida commented as Sheriff Stilinski arrived, closely followed by Chris Argent.

“Next time you're feeling like you wanna stay home? You stay home.” Chris said sternly to his daughter as he pulled her into an embrace. Now that his sister was dead, and his wife was dead, and his father was presumed dead, he was more protective of Allison than ever. Just in thinking that, Zaida realised just how often Argents seemed to die around here. Maybe Chris was right to worry.

“Are you kids okay?” The Sheriff’s first stop was to see if Stiles and Zaida were alright. They answered him with a nod and only then did he return back to business. “Mr. Argent? You wouldn't have any insight into this, would you?” Noah called out to the man.

“Me?” Chris turned to him in alarm, his mind immediately going to the supernatural.

“Yeah, all this bizarre animal behaviour, it's…” Sheriff struggled to find his words. “You must have seen something like this before, right?”

“I'm not sure why I would, or why you would think I would…” The hunter got defensive, his edge turning sharp.

“I'm sorry. I-I could've sworn I overheard my son talking about how you were an experienced hunter…” Noah backtracked and Zaida slapped her palm over her face.

“Ah, right.” Chris visibly relaxed, though he shot Stiles a covert glare when the Sheriff’s back was turned. “Well, not anymore.”

“We need to call Scott, like right now.” Zaida tugged Stiles away into the back corner of the room whilst everyone else busied themselves with the crime scene.

“Yeah, I’m already on it.” the boy was typing away at his cell phone, and then held it up to his ear. “We've got a serious problem at school. Miss Blake's class-”

“Well, no, pretty sure this qualifies for immediate discussion…Derek's house? What the hell are you doing at-” Stiles paused occasionally to listen to what Scott was saying, and Zaida couldn’t quite make out the words on the other side of the line. “That bastard hung up on me.”

“Why is he going to Derek’s? Is he seriously worrying about his tattoo right now? Did he find Isaac?” Zaida fired off questions rapidly.

“I don’t know, I don’t know, and I don’t know.” He answered all three and slipped his phone into his jeans pocket. “We’ve gotta figure out a way to get out of here.”

“Zaida, honey, come here for a moment.” The Sheriff called her over, and Stiles followed her. “Needless to say, after this you kids can have the rest of the day off. I called Xander to let him know what happened. He’s on shift at the moment so he’s not going to be able to come, but I told him that Stiles can take you home, okay?”

“Yeah, sure. Thanks, Sheriff.” She smiled gratefully and turned to Stiles as Noah busied himself with getting a witness statement from Ms Blake. “Well, that’s that problem solved. I’ll meet you at the Jeep? I’ve just gotta drop my books off at my locker.”

The boy nodded in agreement and she pulled her backpack over her shoulder, splitting off from him to head for her locker. On her way out she spotted Allison and Lydia in the hallway - likely waiting for Chris to take them home. There was no way he was going to leave his daughter alone when all the animals in town were going bat-shit crazy.

“Hey, you guys doing okay?” Zaida paused for a moment to check in with them both.

“Yeah, we’re okay. Just a little shaken.” Allison answered quietly.

“Is it me, or is Beacon Hills turning into more like ‘Beacon for the Totally Bizarre and Supernatural’?” Lydia sighed.

“Definitely not just you,” Zaida snorted and furrowed her brows at a woman who approached them. She was sweating and her dark skin was ashen.

“Where's Scott McCall?” The woman managed to croak out, directing her speech at the tallest of them. “You're Allison, right?”

“Yeah…” The brunette answered uneasily. “How do you know...?”

“Where's Scott?” The woman repeated her question more forcefully this time.

“He’s not here. I’m afraid you’ll have to take a number and get in line.” Zaida drawled sarcastically.

“Is he coming back?” Her arm shot out to grab Allison’s tightly, emphasising the urgency.

“Hey, easy with the physicality, sweetheart!” Lydia jumped in protectively only to have her arm seized as well.

“Hey! Hands off,” Zaida stepped in and gripped the woman’s shoulder, tugging her backwards. Her black curls were tossed over her shoulder as she looked right past Zaida and around the hallway with panic in her eyes before finally letting go and leaving. “What the hell was that?”

“Well, she bruised me.” Lydia scoffed and inspected her purple skin.

“Huh.” Allison did the same, peering at the strange shape now coloured into her arm. “Me, too.”

“Come on, let's get you two girls out of here. School can wait another day.” Chris called to his daughter and the redhead, noticing Allison’s mind was somewhere else. “Sweetheart? Hey...You don't have to worry about this anymore. Remember our agreement? We stay in Beacon Hills, but only if we stay out of this. It's not our problem now, okay?”

“Yeah, you’re right.” The taller girl nodded, swallowing dryly and trying to push that niggling feeling from the back of her mind.

“Zaida, do you need a ride too?” The man offered her as the other two girls headed for the car park.

“Thanks, but Stiles is taking me.” She declined politely, though there was still an edge to her tone.

“You need to be more careful. I know you want to protect your friends-” Chris began with a warning look, knowing that she and Stiles were likely on the case already.

“Xander has already given me the whole ‘it’s dangerous’ speech.” She interrupted him sassily, crossing her arms over her chest. “But hey, I’m still standing, right? And just because you’ve taken Xander under your wing, it doesn’t mean I’m your responsibility now too. I can handle myself.”

“You really would have made a great hunter.” The man smiled softly, seeing that same stubbornness in her that was in his own daughter.

“It can’t be that great of a profession when there’s such a high turnover rate, right?” Zaida shot back with a tilt of her head and at Chris’ fallen expression she felt a bit of guilt for her comment. He’d lost almost all of his family to it, after all. That was why he’d decided to retire, and the remaining hunters in Beacon Hills had disbanded over the summer.

“Yeah, I see it. It's two bands, right?” Derek’s eyes flashed red as he inspected Scott’s arm with his werewolf sight. “What does it mean?”

“I don't know...It's just something I trace with my fingers.” Scott shrugged and drew the pattern in the dust on an old wooden table he sat at in the ruins of the Hale House.

“Why is this so important to you?” The alpha asked him.

“Do you know what the word "tattoo" means?” Scott asked.

“To mark something.” Stiles piped up, remembering what the man at the tattoo shop had said.

“Well, that's in Tahitian. In Samoan, it means ‘open wound’.” Scott corrected. “I knew I wanted to get a tattoo when I turned eighteen. I always wanted one. I just decided to get it now, it makes it kind of a reward.”

“For what?” Derek questioned, trying to understand the importance of it, as if it would inform his decision on whether he would help Scott get it back or not.

“For not calling or texting Allison all summer. Even when I really wanted to, even when it was so hard not to sometimes…” Scott admitted with a sad look. “I was trying to give her the space she wants. Going on four months later...It still hurts. It still feels like a…”

“Like an open wound.” Stiles finished his best friend’s sentence, finally getting the significance.

“The pain's gonna be worse than anything you've ever felt.” Derek sighed, giving in and pulling out the largest blow torch Zaida had ever seen. She watched on from where she sat beside Isaac’s unconscious form on an old dilapidated couch.

“Do it.” Scott agreed with a confident nod. When Zaida and Stiles had first arrived Scott had informed them that Isaac had been found and taken into the hospital with life-threatening injuries - for a human, that was. At the hospital Scott had been faced with an alpha who they’d deduced was looking to finish the job he’d started. Derek had arrived just in time to save him from the giant brute of a werewolf, the two of them then bringing Isaac to Hale House to heal.

“Oh, wow. That's a- that's a lot for me. So, I'm gonna take that as my cue, I'm just gonna wait outside-” Stiles stuttered weakly, already feeling a lightness in his head as Derek brought the flame closer to Scott.

“Nope. You can help hold him down.” Derek insisted and Stiles screwed his face into a pained grimace as he took his position behind the beta, holding down his shoulder to push him into the chair.

“Oh, my God…” Stiles gagged as Derek took the blowtorch directly to Scott’s skin where the tattoo had disappeared from. Scott screamed and struggled to stay still, jostling about under Stiles’ grip whilst the boy tried to look anywhere other than at what was currently happening. Zaida focused on keeping her blocks in place, certainly not wanting to feel what Scott was going through right now. The sound of it and the smell of charred flesh were enough to make her stomach churn.

“...It worked!” Scott exclaimed when it was finally over, inspecting the dark ink in the shape of two bands around his bicep.

“Well, it looks pretty damn permanent now.” Stiles turned his nose up at it, simply thankful that the blowtorch was being packed away.

“Yeah...I kind of needed something permanent. Everything that's happening to us...everything just changes so fast. Everything's so, uh... ephemeral.” Scott stated as he tugged his shirt back on and Zaida raised a brow at his use of the word.

“Studying for the PSATs?” Stiles nodded, knowing there would be no other reason for Scott to suddenly expand his pretty limited vocabulary.

“As soon as he wakes up, tell him to give me a call, okay?” Zaida instructed Derek sternly on their way out of the house, casting one last worried glance in Isaac’s direction. They may not be together anymore, and she may not have any romantic feelings towards him, but she still cared for him as a friend, despite what Stiles might say.

“You painted the door.” Scott noticed the fresh coat on the front entrance, turning to look at Derek with analytical eyes. “...Why'd you paint the door?”

“Go home, Scott,” Derek instructed, brushing off the question.

“This place is a dump - no offence. Why would you feel the sudden need for home improvements?” Zaida arched a brow at the wolf.

“And why only one side?” Scott added, turning the door on its hinges to look at the back of it.

“Scott…” Derek warned, but the beta wasn’t listening.

“The birds at the school, and the deer last night...Just like the night I got trampled by the deer when I got bit by the Alpha.” The boy made the connection that Stiles and Zaida hadn’t been able to, considering they’d never known about the deer the night he got bitten by Peter. And with the new alpha showing up at the hospital… “How many are there?”

“A pack of 'em. An Alpha Pack.” Derek sighed as he yielded the information, and Zaida’s blood ran cold.

“All of them? How does that even work?” Stiles questioned.

“I hear there's some kind of a leader...He's called Deucalion.” The alpha explained. “We know they have Boyd and Erica. Peter, Isaac and I have been looking for them for the last four months.”

“You’ve been sending him out alone looking for a whole pack of alphas? What were you thinking?” Zaida was outraged at that revelation. “Why didn’t you tell us? We could have helped!”

“I wasn’t going to get you involved until we knew what we were dealing with. It’s my pack. I’m their alpha, it’s my responsibility.” Derek defended his actions.

“Let's say you find them - how do you deal with an Alpha Pack?” Scott interjected before Zaida could start a fight with the man.

“With all the help I can get.” He admitted.

“Where is she?” A groggy voice drifted from the couch inside, and Zaida immediately whirled to see Isaac sitting up. “Where's the girl?”

“What girl?” Derek asked, hope lighting up his blue eyes.

“Do you mean Erica?” Zaida asked but the boy shook his head.

“No, there was a woman. She got me out…on her motorcycle.” As soon as he responded Zaida recalled the woman in the hallway at school.

“Did she have long, dark brown hair, dark skin, about this tall?” Zaida guessed based on her memory, holding her hand up in the air to demonstrate.

“Yeah, that’s her.” Isaac nodded.

“She was at the school earlier, looking for Scott. She didn’t look great and was definitely in a tizzy.” She reported. “I don’t know where she went after that.”

“Wait, got you out of where?” Derek back-tracked.

“I…I don’t know. I don’t remember.” The beta answered with a heavy sigh.

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My fav fanfics (underrated version)

too good to be true by tatu28 (52k)

you're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off you. the one where louis doesn't eat, harry doesn't function and all they need is each other.

or: one lonely boy trying to heal another is love.

I Don't Wanna Face The Music by hereforh (95k)

Louis likes to think he's a pretty normal, typical lad. He likes spending nights at the pub with his mates, he loves football and is very close to his family. So when he moves to London for uni, he doesn’t think much will be different.

Until he makes these new friends who are nothing like his mates back home and change his life for the better - and this one boy who messes with his head from the get go and makes him question everything he has ever thought about himself.

I Still Wanna Dance With You by hereforh (88k+updating)

What happens when trying to mend a friend’s broken heart ends up making Harry and Louis finally face their painful past?

Or the one where after seven years without any contact, Harry and Louis are forced to see each other again on a lad’s reunion trip.

While almost everything has changed, they find out that a lot is still the same.

If it was easy, anyone would do it ! by Perfectdream(52k)

“I'm not changing my mind because you can finally admit that you miss me.”, Harry added, still whispering hoping that it would still convey his conviction. He couldn't speak louder, couldn't break the bubble they were in. It felt like home.

“I know...”, Louis breathed, pain interlaced with the words. Harry could feel it deep inside him. He was amazed at how much they were still connected. They had been one for so many years it was hard to dissociate himself from the love of his life. Louis will always be it.

“It's too late, Lou.”, Harry declared, his voice more sure than his heart.

“I'm aware.”, Louis murmured, broken but collected. “I guess I let the world make me lose sight of it all. And now I'm seeing clearly.”, he explained, his words painful to say and to hear too. It had to be said. Now. “I love you, I will always be utterly and tremendously in love with you, Haz.”, he hushed again and Harry's heart broke a little bit more.

Almost 8 years of an unconditional love but now it's too late. Harry had to let go not to break apart.

Louis can't stop loving him, but is he ready to fight for it?

Can love be enough when dreams are broken?

Are we hiding from the light? by Perfectdream(138k)

Harry has a problem with addiction. When Gemma is called because he's passed out in a bar, she panics.

Out of ideas to help her brother, she calls Louis. He hasn't talked nor seen Harry for five years but he accepts to take him in for a few days, to help sort him out.

Days turn into weeks.

When the past and the present are tightly woven together, some things happen. Sometimes help comes in a different way.

Blown Away by Fandom_Larry (151k)

“Dude, does Japan even have gay people?”

What! Harry’s neck snaps to Blake. He better be bloody wrong or else he’s just signed himself up to a life sentence of loneliness. “I mean surely they do, right?” Zayn tacks on. He is useless at making Harry feel better. Clearly drunk or high; probably both. Scanning the area he looks for a familiar mop of wild caramel hair. Where’s Louis? Louis will help him.

Or, the one where Harry leaves Louis behind, changing the trajectory of their lives forever.

Be There by mission2feelike(179k)

Niall sits down dramatically, arms flopping to his side before he leans forward and looks right into Harry’s eyes. “So, your ex-boyfriend, who broke your heart four years ago, is coming to stay at your house for six weeks? And his daughter, your daughter, is coming to stay tonight?” Harry nods, worried if he speaks he’ll be yelled at again, but then Niall’s face softens, his ever-present smile is back and Harry hears him breathe out a small chuckle. “Okay, for the record, I think this is the worst idea you’ve ever had, but how can we help?"

The one where their family has been torn apart and their hearts broken, but an accident, a snowstorm, cinnamon rolls, and the adorable Josie force Louis and Harry to finally face the truth, and each other.

some things fade (some never do) by we_are_the_same for waterlille (25k)

Matching tattoos. He’d never thought he’d be the type for tattoos to begin with, let alone matching or magical ones, but once Harry had put the idea in his mind it had never quite managed to disappear. And it had made sense. With their relationship a long distance one, this was simply another way of feeling close to one another. Of knowing where the other was, how they felt. It had made so much sense.

Back then.

Three years after their break up, Harry calls.

write this down by sunflouwerhabit (233k)

"And Louis responds by kissing him. He closes his eyes and presses their lips together and hopes it’s enough to distract from how those words cut and extracted critical pieces of his heart, his soul. Louis kisses Harry to avoid sobbing, yelling, pleading, begging him to never, ever use words like always or never or I promise, because they can’t. They don’t have an always. Nevers will forever remain a mere dream. Time has run out for commitments or oaths or pledges and if Louis is going to be okay- if he’s going to enjoy this time with Harry and then let him go and still feel whole- he can’t let himself start thinking long term. He can’t let this become emotional; something more than silliness and fun and sex.

He can’t hear Harry say he’s proud of him when he doesn’t know if he’ll ever see him again after this week.

'I miss you,' Harry murmurs, his breaths warm and equally shaky. 'All the time.'

Louis kisses him harder."

~~~

Harry leaves his hometown to find himself. Every road he takes has a single, fated destination.

the tis the damn season fic.

I thought we were forever by SweetieR (225k)

“I need time alone from you.” Louis’ heart skipped a beat. That he had not seen coming. “From me?” his voice shook. Harry nodded, another tear rolling down his cheek. “I don’t understand, H.” “It’s-” “You want to go on holidays on your own or something?” frowned Louis, so very confused. A long silence settled. “Look, there’s no easy way to say this.” murmured Harry and he looked so in pain. “I like someone else. Like Like like. At least I think I do. I’m not sure. That’s why I need time alone.”

Or – Harry and Louis have been together for over 25 years, married for 20 of them. What happens when one night, Harry comes home telling Louis he thinks he’s in love with someone else. Can they work it out?

Given A Chance by Acciolarrykulos (230k)

“I'm still scared”

“Scared of what?”

“Messing things up”

Niall sighed. He was watching Harry's face intently.

“You won't. You won't mess things up but if things do go out of hand then people would be there to guide you. Just keep faith in yourself, Harry. Remember that you are strong. You are the strongest person I've ever met.”

Or Harry thought to move out of his home and do something big, better with his life. Spending hours wiping tables, serving alcoholic drinks to the locals and memorizing different shades of drunk and moody people, he finally told himself he was done. He needed something else. A change. But little did he know that searching for a change will lead him to a door. A door that held secrets from his past, secrets he didn't know existed.

But the door was fabricated with happy colors, a promising future, a secure life and a past he left long behind unknowingly. Or rather someone who held the golden key to all the answers to his questions he thought he'd never ask.

My Worst Nightmare by BooBear411 (191k)

Louis bursts with excitement, squealing slightly in his arms, while Harry watches him with an amused and soft expression.

“Why are you so happy?”

“You never stay. Sometimes I feel like you are changing right in front of my eyes and that one day you’ll forget about me.” Louis whispers. “I just want us to always stay friends.” “I’ll always be your friend, Lou. That will never change.”

~ Or the one where Louis' been in love with the same boy his whole life. Unfortunately, said boy hates Louis' guts and wants nothing to do with him anymore.

Come back to me by SweetieR (110k)

“I’ll be alright.” smiled Harry, stroking his husband’s face tenderly. But Louis was still frowning, his hands loosely wrapped around his husband's waist. “I just don’t like it. Something doesn’t feel right.” “Lou…” “I have a bad feeling about it all. Please, please don’t go.” Or : The one when Harry and Louis are soulmates - Louis is a teacher in middle school and Harry is a war reporter. One awful day after a terrible attack, Harry is announced dead and Louis’ entire world collapses. But what happens when five years later, US government rescues a very much alive Harry Styles and brings him back to his former life in the UK and most of all, back to his Louis?

I thought I was Narcissus but I am the lake by baciamigliocchi (146k)

In una soleggiata Firenze, ai piedi di un Gigante di pietra, due ragazzi si incontrano e si scontrano per la prima volta. Due mondi diversi, due visioni diverse, due storie diverse.

Harry Styles ha ventitré anni e un contratto in esclusiva con Gucci. Ha gli occhi verdi e un sorriso sghembo, oltre che tutto il mondo ai suoi piedi.

Louis Tomlinson di anni ne ha ventinove e di poche cose ha bisogno nella vita. Una di queste è sicuramente la sua macchina fotografica.

E mentre Firenze racconta una storia d'amore che non è solo una semplice storia d'amore, il mondo tace e la ascolta.

Immergetevi con me nelle sue infinite strade, chiudete gli occhi e immaginate la bellezza della città che ci ospiterà in questo viaggio: culla di un amore impossibile.

Pensiamo tutti di essere Narciso, ma invece la vita ci inganna e siamo il Lago.

a thousand miles away (from the day that we started) by perfectdagger (sincerelyste) (88k)

Finally caught up with what Niall’s proposing, Harry is taken aback by the reminder of the time capsule box they had set in his family’s old bungalow back when they had just left Sixth Form.

It’s not that he had never thought about it. He might’ve thought about it more frequently in the weeks and months following their stay, once or twice when Harry himself had been back there. But it was not something that, unlike Niall, Harry had been interested enough in to set up a reminder for ten years later.

Maybe five years ago it still would’ve mattered to him. Given the circumstances now and how much his life has changed, those letters remained buried in the back of his mind, just like they probably still are next to one of the trees at his family property.

Five years after his break up with Louis and ten since they've left school, Harry finds himself hosting a reunion at his family bungalow, having to face his ex again and the feelings he had left behind.

Or, a time capsule au

Blood and Moon by Evinaadlene (107k) (part 1)

“Is that... him?” someone next to Louis asks. “Who else would dress in red today?” Beside Louis, Lady Camellia's eyes stay locked on the one in red, same as many around. The effect must be intended, or why dress in such a way today at first place? “He looks dashing." the first one licks her lips, eyes darkening in a laced lust. "Who would've known? Thought he'd be in chains, stuck in a dark dungeon." The other scoffs. “Have you been under a rock? He's the most privileged Lycan alive. The King's ward, some go so far as to call him his consort. It’s all hushed, but I have my sources.” she reveals like a dirty secret.

In a world where the Vampires have taken over, Humans are just pawns in blood farms, Warlocks are extinct while the King has Lycans under his thumb - eliminating the threat of the lethal bite. The world is falling apart. Louis, nephew to the malistic Vampire King, lives away from it all in blessed ignorance until he gets dragged into the chessboard that traps him in front of a green eyed Prince who is bound to a miserable fate.

Or where Louis wants to save Harold, the Prince of Lycans, when Louis' allies want him DEAD

Blood and Bones by Evinaadlene (191k)(part2) and part 3 on the way

“I thought I told you to not to lie to me.” Zayn says eyeing the gracious form reflected in the mirror with reluctance. All he wanted was to trace his fingers along the markings on his skin. His sinful beauty reeked perfection like a cruel joke meant to lure him. Snare him. He's is nothing but his own curse... poison. “I’ve never lied to you.”Harry slurs, eyes fixed on the floor. He doesn't looking up. Zayn wants to strangle him with bare hands right there… to wrap his fingers around the long, perfect neck of his and throttle him. The nerve he has - even in such a weak state, all Harry seemed to want to do was to provoke him.

In a world where the Vampires have taken over, the remaining Lycan, Human and Warlock factions are hunted and oppressed. Everything is falling apart. Louis, nephew to the dictator Vampire King, gets dragged into the chessboard of power-play that traps him in front of a green eyed Prince who is bound to a miserable fate with an unfortunate, toxic love. Or where Louis yearns to save Harold, the Prince of Lycans, when many of his allies want him DISPOSED. Part 2 of the Blood Right Series. Heed the warnings... because I do mean them.

I can be your China doll (if you wanna see me fall) by Poisonlana (134k)

La famosa estrella de pop, Harry Styles, y el estancado escritor, Louis Tomlinson, no recuerdan haberse conocido hasta que por obra del destino comparten un viaje en tren que los transporta al pasado.

"¿Será como si nunca lo hubiera conocido?" inquiere. Puede sentir la inseguridad palpable en su voz. Se siente igual a una daga en medio de su garganta.

Zayn lo mira como si Louis aún no entendiera la magnitud de lo que está a punto de hacer.

"Será como si Harry Styles nunca hubiese nacido"

O un AU inspirado en la película Eterno resplandor de una mente sin recuerdos.

#these are some of my favourite larry fics #most of them are angsty fics though sorry #i read these again and again #because i'm a masochist #but these are some of the best fics i have ever read #most of them are in my all time top 20 #and so underrated #please give it a chance if you are looking for angsty fics #BUT HAPPY ENDING IN ALL OF THEM #I PROMISE #larry fics

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winderlylandchime · 7 months

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1/2 Finally 4x01!!! The new intro started playing and he got up so fucking fast as if he was watching a game ‘WAIT WHAT?! THIS IS DIFFERENT! OH MY GOD THIS IS COOL AS FUCK! I like this more!! *tries to sing along while not knowing the song* ..cue…BEGIN…pulse..YEAH i fuck with this. And of course the intro ends on Brian walking away. He is the moment!’ ‘Ohhhh Drag Queen moment! I fuck with this. Hi BRIAN! Look at them just hanging out in THEIR loft, damn he is broke as fuck, huh? *said in an affectionate aww type of voice* THEY ARE PARTNERS! He really hates accepting any type of help, huh? Brian maybe you should listen to your own advice from two seasons ago about a man knowing when to accept help. Wait shit, i just remembered the nothing noble about being poor thing. Well fuck Brian’ It briefly showed Mel and Linds and he was so disappointed until Britin popped up again ‘this is what I want every episode, Brian and Justin. And that’s it’ ‘I am genuinely surprised that Hunter and Mike haven’t killed each other. Proud of them’ ‘Brian having lunch with Ben and Linds AND mel? Is he okay? Aw Brian and Justin being sarcastic is one of my favorite things in the world. (Deb says Mikey and her talk 3x a day) Okay, three times a day is…yeah. I mean even I don’t..actually never mind. OH HE IS GONNA KILL EVERYONE IF THEY DONT STOP PITYING HIM. But Bri Bri you are broke as a jok- HA he is gonna steal Bald dudes clients’ ‘i like this drag queen singing in between moments. Its been a while since I went to a drag show. I wonder if they miss me back home..i mean i did tell them I was leaving but still, i hope they miss me- oh ted. I was trying to forget that horrible party-BLAKEY! I’m so happy that he’s good now. EMMETT! Im glad he came to visit but I rea- Ted what the hell is wrong with you? He didn’t do shit wrong to you, why are you being bitchy? No Emy no, blakey didnt do anything wrong. But damn it i get Emy is hurt but fucking hell this isnt it. GIVE ME BRIAN BACK’ brian shows up on screen with Vance ‘HA WHAT DID I SAY? I CAN FEEL WHEN MY BOY IS UP! Wait that..sounds..weird. Of course he looks great, he always does. Oh so now you love him, fuck you baldy, Brian youre better than this. I like his hair. *does jazz hands* spikey. Oh baldy knows that Brian could destroy him if he pulls a Justin Timberlake and goes solo. DO IT BRI BRI! I didnt plan on him having his own company but DO IT!!!!’ ‘How did Mike already lose Hunte- HES HUSTLING AGAIN? *randomly starts laughing* It’s really funny hearing Mike call him little asshole when they’re the same height.’ Ted and Blake are on right now where he’s cleaning the floor ‘ohhhh i think this is gonna be bad. I hope im wrong because i like Blakey but this is looking like you know that thing where you get a crush on your savior or your therapist or something like that? I know my shit..i think’ ‘OH MY GOD WHAT DID THEY DO TO BRIANS CAR? Id rip their head off? I mean the car sucks but damn. Wait i forgot to focus on the important stuff: Brian looks good as fuck! CAN HE STOP KISSING HIM?’ ‘ITS BRIAN AGAIN!(Brian says ‘because no ones close friendship means more to me than yours’) aww Bri Bri, i feel the same way. Im glad you can agree that we have a deep connectio- OH HE IS GONNA GO SOLO! HES PULLING A BEYONCÉ! YOU GO GIRL! I really like the drag queen moments.. i miss my girls back home, i gotta call them.’ ‘AW JUSTIN CAME UP WITH THE COMPANY NAME!! KINNETIK! I fuck with that. I think i need a new shirt (i said No at this point) *looks at me and does jazz hands* merch. Of course Blondie is the one to help him come up with the name. LOOK AT THEM ALL HAPPY AND IN LOVE! Aw they wanna hang out with Emy! I NEEDED THIS TRIO! Make them hang out like when they danced together. The new dream team!’

The new intro! It really reminds me of the OG intro to the OG Beverly Hills 90210 (not to date myself).

It is so hard to watch Emmett and Ted during this arc.

Brian looks sooooooo good in S4.

OH HE IS GONNA GO SOLO! HES PULLING A BEYONCÉ! Truly, I looked it up and she went solo in 2003 right as this was being filmed (if I've got my timelines correct).

AND YES JUSTIN CAME UP WITH KINNETIK. He's named both Gus and Kinnetik (swoon).

The new dream team - I wish!

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

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amoryamoryamory · 1 year

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DeeJay's

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Payton stifled a yawn. He pressed his keycard against the pad that would unlock the stairwell door. It was around 11:30 on a Friday, and he was only now leaving the Soleil campus. He rubbed an eye behind his glasses as he tromped down the flights to the lobby, his shoes echoing on the steps.

He would still be working tomorrow, but at least he could put aside the items that required other people, as nobody else would be in the office until Monday. He mentally sifted through the tasks he was responsible for this weekend as he tugged on his coat and followed the carpet pattern of the first floor to the entrance.

The security guard let him into the night. It was lightly drizzling outside. Payton yawned again. The wet parking lot asphalt glimmered in the dim light as Payton made his way across to his solitary car.

His pocket began to vibrate.

Dahlia. He ignored it for the moment.

After sliding behind the wheel, he tossed his bag onto the passenger side and started up the heat. He yawned for the third time and pulled out his phone to glance at while the car warmed up.

No, it wasn't Dahlia. Some unknown number. Probably spam.

Before he was able to return it to his pocket, the number called again. He frowned, curious. He didn't recognize it, but it was a local area code. He answered it.

"Payton."

"Hi, yeah, this is DeeJay's," explained a slightly gruff voice on the other end over sounds of chatter and loud music. "Is this Payton?"

"Um…" Payton rubbed his eyes. "Yes?"

"Yeah, we got someone here who needs a pick up. Amrey? Ahm-or-ee? Blake?"

"Oh," Payton connected the dots. "Is he alright?"

"Yeah, just needs a ride home. He gave us your number. Can you come pick him up?"

"Sure. I'll uh…I'll be there soon."

"Great, thanks."

Payton hung up and sighed. At least Amory was enjoying his Friday. Well, somewhat. It was more than likely that his date had stood him up if he was reaching out for Payton's help.

Payton put the car in gear and headed towards DeeJay's.

His phone vibrated again. He glanced down. This time it was Dahlia. He clenched his teeth and decided to let it go to voicemail. She was generally okay with gaps of his time totaling twenty minutes or so. Besides, he was driving, and a law-abiding citizen such as himself wouldn't take a call while driving.

He pulled into the lot of DeeJay's Bar and Grille ten minutes later, ignoring a second phone call from his mother while he pressed his weight on the door and swung it open.

He maneuvered through gaggles of the cheerful clientele engaged in their Friday revelry - gossiping, guffawing, slugging down beers. He arrived at the bar in the back and squeezed himself between a rowdy group to flag down a worker.

"What can I get you?" asked a blonde woman behind the bar with heavy eye make-up.

"No, I…I'm here for Amory."

"What?" She leaned in closer.

"Someone called me to pick up…someone," Payton said a little louder, hoping what he said made any sense.

"Oh, right...over there," the woman pointed around to a corner on the opposite side.

Payton made his way around, finally arriving at Amory, who had his head tilted into his his palm, watching the overhead television dreamily. Payton slid into the seat beside him.

"Hey."

Amory slowly rotated his head around to regard him, realized who it was, and smiled. "Hey, you."

"You ready to go h–"

"You wanna know somethin' funny?" Amory interrupted him. He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and fumbled with it a moment, then produced a dog-eared piece of cardstock and handed it to Payton. "Look what I have."

Payton looked. It was his business card, but from a year or so ago. They had since updated the design. "Wow. An antique."

"No, listen." Amory pressed his finger onto the card. "That's how they called you, cuz my phone died. And I don't remember anyone's number."

Unsurprising. Amory remembered to charge his phone maybe once every couple of days. Payton had figured this was how they reached him. He handed it back to Amory.

"Should probably hang onto that, then. Did you close your tab?"

"Hey, you know, you should get a drink or somethin," Amory suggested. "It's on me, okay?"

It was tempting, but Payton shook his head. "Come on, let's pay and get you home."

"That might be a good idea, actually. I was watching, like. Football." Amory gestured to the screen above.

"You looked invested."

"God. Yeah, I gotta get out of here."

He tried to get the card back into his wallet, dropped it. Payton picked it up.

"Sorry," said Amory. "I have nooo idea about this stuff. No idea."

Payton decided not to answer that, given that it didn't make much sense. He waved down another bartender and handed over Amory's card. They returned a receipt to him and he handed the pen to Amory.

Amory handed it back to him. "Can you…uh. Do the tip math?"

"Sure."

"You can sign it too."

Payton printed 'AMORY.'

Amory examined it closely, nodded his approval. "You make a good me."

"I'm honored. Did you bring a coat?"

Amory tipped himself off the stool, surprisingly steadily. "It's not cold out."

Payton should have known. Amory didn't wear a coat until it was below freezing. He pointed towards the exit. "Okay, let's go."

"BYYYEE, THANK YOOOUUU," Amory leaned over the counter and called to the bartenders. A few waved back, with some 'take cares' and 'get home safes', but most ignored him. He twisted back around to Payton, grinning.

"This place is really great. I love it. They have awesome drinks. We should come back here."

"Yes, but to do that, we have to leave. Come on."

Amory finally started moving, and Payton watched him briefly to try to determine if he was going to have to involve himself in the process. Luckily, Amory's balance wasn't too bad. Maybe overcorrecting a little, but managing himself well enough that Payton could look down at his phone as they walked.

12 missed calls.

Fuck.

"Dahlia, I just had to…Listen, please. I had to go take care of someo--something," Payton stammered into the reciever when they were in the silence of his car. "Yes, I'm on my way home. Yes. I…I understand."

Amory clumsily fiddled with a pack of gum he had discovered in Payton's glovebox.

"Yes…I…" Payton waited as his mother chewed him out. "I know, but I was–"

She hung up.

Payton lowered the phone. Closed his eyes for a moment. Counted to ten.

"You good?" Amory checked in.

"Fine," Payton mumbled. "Just missed a few things today that were…apparently priority. It's not a problem. I'm gonna drop you off at home, okay?"

In the few moments between Dahlia hanging up her call and Payton starting the engine, his phone started to buzz and light up with ping after ping.

Emails.

His mother often ended the week by forwarding all of the action items from her inbox to him, so he would be able to see everything she was currently working on. She did this probably to show him how many urgent matters she had on her plate, making a point that he should be taking initiative by relieving her of some of them.

It also meant she was going to bed. And expecting that he would not be.

Soliel's senior management kept churning, twenty-four hours a day.

After another minute of constant pings, Payton watched as Amory picked up Payton's phone from the center console, carefully, with two fingers, as if he was handling something disgusting, and then flung it into the dark behind them.

Payton pretended to be annoyed. "I'm making you fish that out if it slides under the seats."

"Mmm, I think…it can stay there," said Amory thickly.

Payton smiled.

While on the road, Amory turned on the radio, scanned a few channels, settled on one, and leaned back.

"You know," Amory began, his voice a little loud for just the two of them. "I was thinking."

"Mm?"

"If I had my own language, like, if I could make up my own language entirely, right? I would not have any letters that repeat. Every sound would have its own letter. And then we wouldn't be like. Is it Aaah, or is it Aaay?"

"Maybe you should put an umlaut on your name," Payton suggested.

"Like those little dots?

"Yeah."

"No, I couldn't do that," Amory said, very solemnly.

"Why not?"

"They'd get lost," he whispered.

Payton opened his mouth, and then closed it. You know what, he was just gonna leave this one be.

He pulled over to get some gas. Amory squinted out at the illuminated station.

"Where are we?"

"Mars."

"Ahh," said Amory, satisfied.

Payton filled up the tank, and for a half-second, considered using Dahlia's corporate card to pay for it. He had been at work since 6am and it still wasn't enough. Not for her. Never. Maybe she could pay for his gas once in a while.

He decided against it. She would grill him about the expense and he would have to explain he was just feeling really fucking petty.

While inside the station, he grabbed a couple of bottles of Gatorade for Amory, and a packet of Alka-Seltzer.

It wasn't until he was standing in line that it dawned on him he hadn't yet discovered why Amory was stranded at DeeJay's, alone and completely blotto. It wasn't his style. He was always in some kind of group, unless he was ditched by a date. But he hadn't mentioned waiting on anyone.

And he certainly would have by now.

As much as Payton enjoyed Amory's company, he was always going on about his dating woes. So-and-so didn't show up, what's-her-face didn't text back, and on and on. And Amory, bless his heart, was always eager to dump these useless tidbits of information on Payton. A few weeks later the cycle would repeat, but with different people.

After he cashed out, he turned towards the door, just as Amory walked in. The door gave a welcome beep as he stepped through.

Payton handed him a Gatorade. "I was just coming back out."

"I know, but I missed you," Amory joked.

Payton herded him back outside, and, for a moment, considered putting him in the back seat with the safety lock on. Eventually, after some trouble with the seatbelt, they were back on the road.

"So, what was going on at DeeJay's tonight?" Payton started, carefully. "Did they have trivia or something?"

"Hm? No. Why, you wanna play sometime?" Amory leaned in closer, brightening.

"Absolutely not."

"Come on! I'll bet we would win. You know a lot of smart stuff."

Payton tried again. "Did you have a date?"

"Nah, not today. Tonight."

"Just you?"

"Uh-huh." Amory leaned back again, turning to look out the window.

Payton tapped his finger on the steering wheel. "That's just kind of unusual, that's all," he ventured.

Amory shrugged. "It's okay. I mean. I had fun."

"That's good."

"Yeah."

Payton pulled into the garage of Amory's apartment complex. He circled around, chose a spot. Parked.

Amory hadn't said anything for a while. Payton decided he would nudge him one last time, and if he didn't get a response, he would let it go.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," said Amory. He pushed his hand up through his bangs and around to the back of his head. "Thanks for picking me up."

"What's on your mind?"

"Nothing, nothing. I'm great," Amory said, and flashed an unconvincing smile.

Payton watched him for a moment.

Amory inhaled deeply, let his breath out slow. "It's just…I guess. I don't know."

"Mm?"

"I lost more hours this week," he finally relinquished. "They just. Disappeared. Gone."

Payton bit his lip. "When?"

"I don't know. Like on Tuesday or somewhere. I don't remember. I mean, it's nothing big. It's scary. But it's okay. I'm not like…I mean, I'm okay. I didn't go anywhere. I was just home the whole time. But it's scary."

Payton gave him a moment to continue, but Amory took a long swig of Gatorade and took his time twisting the cap on.

"So–" Payton started, but Amory spoke over him.

"I'm just tired. Really tired. I don't know what to do. All the time I'm me I just spend so much time…in my house. Overthinking. Cleaning. Over and over again. I'm so scared to go to work, sometimes. You know? I'm so scared I'm going to…to take all the crazy with me. And then this…this person comes out that's not me, but he might be doing better than me. Not cleaning and thinking and being weird. I don't know. Like, maybe I'm…"

He paused, sniffed.

"Like…maybe that's…the me I'm supposed to be. Maybe I'm not the person that's supposed to…be here. You know? I'm the one that's…that's crazy."

Payton let out a breath. "Amory, you're not crazy. Don't say that."

"You know what I mean."

"I know. Listen, life is stressful and we all have trouble managing stress. It manifests in different ways, that's all."

Amory pulled a hand up through his hair again, fidgeting. "It's not normal."

"Well…" Payton looked out at the parking garage for a moment. "I think it's normal to feel that you're not normal. But I don't think the you that's here is wrong, or weird, or crazy."

"A little crazy." Amory rubbed an eye.

"Okay. Yes. You're crazy for a many reasons. But not the reasons you're thinking of."

Amory smirked.

"I'm sorry you're going through all that. You know you can talk to me about it, right? You don't have to numb it out with mixed drinks."

"Psh." Amory waved the notion away.

"I'm serious," Payton asserted.

"You're too busy to have to care about this crap."

Payton unbuckled himself and turned around in his seat to face Amory. He held his gaze for a beat.

"I will always make time for this. For…for you. You know that."

The sincerity thoroughly embarrassed both of them. Amory giggled awkwardly and gave Payton a playful push on the shoulder.

"C'mon…you don't have to say mushy stuff like that. You're such a…a nerd."

"Yeah, well…" Payton cleared his throat.

"Also, you should talk. About numbing out stuff."

Payton quickly popped open the driver's side door and evacuated before Amory could continue. "Let's get you inside. I have to head out soon."

Amory rolled his eyes and spilled out onto the pavement, letting out a muffled curse as he landed.

"You alright?" Payton joined him.

Amory cackled at himself. "Man, I was keeping it together so well," he lamented, rolling over onto his hands and knees.

Payton took his hand and helped yank him onto his feet. "You've been very coherent."

"Thank you. I'm trying really hard." Amory dusted his jeans off.

"Should we take the elevator?"

"Which level are we on?"

"Uh," Payton looked around until he found a number. "Two."

"We'll take the stairs, its just one stair up." Amory pointed, and started zigzagging towards the door. "I mean set. Set of stairs."

Payton watched Amory confidently take four steps up, miss the fifth by half a sneaker, and just barely manage to catch himself from slamming his face on the next few. He processed this for a moment, then turned around back to Payton.

"Let's take the elevator."

"Good idea."

When they finally reached the apartment and stepped inside, it was immediately apparent that Amory had been really going through something.

Usually his rituals were hard to notice unless you really knew what you were looking for. But at some point this week Amory had moved all his kitchen appliances to the couch. The toaster, kettle, and microwave were all huddled together with the electrical cords pulled out onto the rug and lined up in straight parallel lines.

Amory gestured loosely at them. "That's just…don't worry about that."

"It's okay."

Payton toed off his shoes and followed Amory to the kitchen. The oven was pulled out from the wall, with its plug also dragged out into view. All of his dish, glassware, pots and pans had been pulled out of the cabinets and clustered together on the counter.

Amory casually picked up a cup. "D'you want water? I'm gonna get some water."

"I'm good."

"Sorry about. You know," Amory said quietly. "All the stuff."

While he drank it down, Payton opened the door of his fridge and peeked in. It was still plugged in, which was a relief.

"Do you wanna watch a movie?" Amory asked, leaning against the sink.

"No, I think you should head to bed. I have to get going."

"Aw…A short movie?"

"Look, if I watch anything, I'm gonna pass out," Payton zipped up his coat, willing himself to stick to the plan.

"Are you hungry? Do you want like…a snack or something?" Amory stumbled over to one of the cabinets and tugged it open.

"Um…" Payton thought about it. He knew he hadn't eaten dinner. Had he eaten lunch? He honestly couldn't remember. He dug around in his coat pocket and his fingers met the uneaten granola bar he had planned to consume at some point in the afternoon.

Amory struggled to twist the lid off a jar of pickles for a few moments, before losing grip and dropping it on the kitchen tile.

Luckily, it didn't break, but he groaned anyway.

"Shit."

Payton sighed, unzipped his coat. "Hey. Why don't you go lie down. I'll make something."

"No, I can do it, I got it–"

"Amory. Go."

Defeated, Amory shuffled off to the bedroom. Payton tossed his coat on one of the bar stools and dragged a hand down his face.

Exhaustion was setting in. This was dangerous. He had so much to do and every part of him was screaming for sleep.

He pulled out a jar of peanut butter and a loaf of whole wheat. Something easy, he thought. Something that didn't have to be heated. Since most heating options were currently banished to the couch.

The apartment was cozy and warm. Payton blinked heavily. He was starting to feel as uncoordinated as Amory. He mentally mapped which convenience stores nearby might be open. They had energy drinks there, right? He had ways of staying awake, right? So use them to stay awake, moron.

He was not staying. He could not stay.

Payton made himself a sandwich too, wrapped a paper towel sheet around both of them and brought them to the bedroom.

Except for his boxer shorts, Amory was fully undressed, rummaging around in his dresser drawer for a clean shirt. Payton felt a twinge of bashfulness, which was his typical reaction when Amory was partially naked. A result of his own modest nature he couldn't control.

Amory yanked a shirt on over his head. It was blue and read "Mattapan Bowling League 2003." Something Payton was one-thousand percent sure he had never participated in. He handed one of the sandwiches to him.

"What did you make?" Amory took it and settled down onto his bed.

"Peanut butter."

Amory looked up at him, his eyes shining. "You made me a peanut butter sandwich?"

Payton sat on the edge of the bed and lifted his own sandwich to his mouth. "That's the long and short of it, yes."

"Man, that's really adorable. You are so adorable," Amory grinned. "This is so sweet."

Payton felt his cheeks grow warm. He fixed his eyes on the floor as he chewed.

"Thank you for picking me up," Amory said, muffled by the bite he was working on. Then, unprompted, "I think Dahlia's such a bitch."

Payton snorted, but also remembered his phone was still in the back seat of the car. "Yeah, well. She's even moreso when I'm in trouble. I should still get going," he added weakly.

Amory gently patted the sheets next to him. "Sleep. It's late."

Sleep. Just the word nearly hypnotized him.

Payton was losing this battle. He felt a heavy pressure pushing down on his shoulders, a dullness that was drowning out the screaming of his better judgement.

God, fuck it. Just fuck it.

He finished his sandwich, brushed the crumbs off his work pants, and crawled back towards the pillow.

Amory gave Payton's hair a tousle. "Goodnight."

Payton was asleep before he could answer.

#paytonfc

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taiblogcomics · 1 year

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I Got A Fever Swamp, And The Only Cure is More Werewolf

Hey there, post-scarcity futures. We're finally at the finale of our Goosebumps comics deep dive, so let's just get into it, shall we~?

Here's the cover:

Sort of continuing the theme from last issue, but with different meaning. Blake's still our defender of the surprisingly adorable werewolves, but no longer is she protecting them from an unseen, faceless threat. No, now the threat has a face: her Popular MMO scoreboard rival Lily. Lily, for her part, doesn't look very threatening. Will she make a face turn? Or is she actually the enemy? Well, let's jump right in, since this is literally where the story left off, and find out~

Like I said, we jump right back into it. Lily's relatives have tracked the werewolves of Fever Swamp to their home, and Blake, caught up in the middle of it, decides to help distract the hunters so Cara can free them from their cages. It's here where she bumps into Lily. Blake's still mad that Lily abandoned her, but Lily points out that she came back now. Yeah, but you came back with a swathe of werewolf hunters, and Blake rightly points this out. Lily protests that they're monsters, and that's when the other shoe drops: Cara reveals herself, saying that they're not monsters, just her family.

It's explained that the werewolves have never intended to harm, just to scare to keep people away. Lily's apprehensive, but Cara retorts that she's her friend, isn't she? Blake backs this up with a message of trust, and Lily is just sad because she thought she could trust her family too. Lily sighs and says she's sorry, then steps out to meet her family and shouts "The wolves are over here!"--and leads them in the direction away from Cara and Blake. They both relax, glad Lily decided the way she did. And so am I, good for her~

Cara hands off a medkit in a big box, and tells Blake to tell everyone to get to her dad's old cabin. It should be a safe place. She then peels off, letting Blake to go help Toby. That's what the medkit's for--not so much patching her wounds, but using it as a bludgeon to beat off the rest of the hunters surrounding her. Once Toby's able to get up, Blake pulls out that net ball she took from Lily's pack earlier and chucks it at them. It has a normal catch rate because they're not Bug- or Water-type, but it does slow them down enough for everyone to get away~

But the twist is: Everyone's safe, and the werewolves let Blake keep the wolfskin she'd been wearing as a disguise, saying it's hers now. Weeks later, she's back home, playing ''Lore Hunter'' again. Noticing a patch of hair growing on the back of her hand, she signs off. Surely her aunt has warned her about that! And as she reacts, the wolf pelt rears up and pounces on her. And as Cara comes in the window, Blake pulls herself free to find herself turned into a cute werewolf girl herself~

Questionable Parenting: Blake’s folks leave her for the summer in a town called Fever Swamp. The Platonic Boy/Girl Relationship: None among the main cast, but Toby and her brother(?) Luke, who disappears into the woods halfway through the comic Minority Alert: Wanna get fun with it? Lily’s the only named white character in the comic. Otherwise, you could count Blake for her prosthesis. R.L.Stine Shows He’s Down With The Kids: Again, Blake and Lily are both high-ranking players on Popular Fantasy MMO, and Cara owned a Switch. Catching a life-altering disease or fever was also very popular in late 2020 when this was published.

Of the four Goosebumps comics, this one is the best. Like, hands down. Helps that it has five issues to pace everything out better, as opposed to the other stories only having three each. It’s a simple story, but it’s a twist in that it’s a horror setting where the werewolves are the sympathetic characters. All the main characters are likeable and heroic, even Lily, who proves she’s better than her family in the end. You could probably guess the ending, but I don’t think that’s a mark against it. Besides, who wouldn’t want to turn into a cute werewolf girl.

So we really liked this! It’s been fun! But now I feel like I’ve spend too long without reading something awful. I need to read something truly vile, something I’ve been putting off reviewing for a long time... Come back next week, when I hurt myself to see if I still feel, and probably all of you in the process~

#comics #reviews #Goosebumps #Goosebumps: Secrets of the Swamp #Taiblog

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bruce--yamada · 2 days

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“ The seasons. ”

Pt 2 / ?

Includes - Rinney / Finbin

As the day passed, Robin got more and more nervous. As he waited in his seventh class, he could only watch the clock that stood at the top of the door. Tick, tick, tick. It rang in his head. Tick, tick, tick. God, why was it so annoying. Tick, tick, tick. Five minutes passed, then two, then one.

"Robin Arellano," He snapped out of his trance with the clock as his teacher spoke. "the clock won't move any faster with you staring at it, get to work. That assignment is due tomorrow and I won't be giving you extra time."

Robin sighed and looked down at his paper, he stared. Some words started to form into Finney, he flipped it over to the back quickly which gained another comment from the teacher. "Robin Arellano. There's nothing on the back, if you don't get started, you will have detention." She glared at the kid.

"Sorry miss." He mumbled and flipped the page back over, he pretended to read. He couldn't risk getting detention. Not when him and Finney were supposed to be hanging out after school. That was if Finney ever wanted to lay eyes on him again.

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Finally, the bell rang and Robin threw his stuff into his bag. Not like he would care, most of his papers were already crumbled and destroyed.

Robin huffed as he let go of Finn's hand. "Jesus- I don't know why I'm so out of breath.." He groaned, he looked at Finney and smiled. "What's happenin'?" He asked like usual. "Keepin' on keepin' on." Robin smiled more as he said it. "Ready?" "What's the full plan, Robin? You know I like my plans."

He rushed out of the classroom, finally escaping the ticking noises of the clock. He looked around before running to Finney classroom. A smile came on his face as he saw Finn leave his class. "Finn!" He yelled out and smiled, he slowed down as he reached the boy.

Too many people, his first thought was. Before Finney could respond to Robin, the dark haired boy grabbed the other's hand and led him to a less crowded area.

Right, he did. Finney absolutely loved plans. Robin sighed and shrugged. "I was just thinkin', maybe we stop by grab 'n go and get some snacks and drinks and just go chill? Maybe we can have a sleep over at my house? My mamá doesn't get home till super late and she already loves you so, I doubt she'll see a problem with it." He smiled.

"Sure Arellano." Robin blinked. "Please, if you're going to kill me today, please just tell me.... That's the second time you've done something man. You're scaring me. I am scared." Finney nudged him with his elbow. "You don't get scared." "God, feed my ego, Finn. Make me fall more in love with you."

"Okay Blake. Come on, I don't wanna be here anymore." Robin finished as he already began to walk away, Finney jogged up next to him and they went on with their day.

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Robin threw down the grab 'n go bag, soon following it as he plopped into the snow. He smiled and soaked up the cold. Finney sat down next to him before he laid back.

"I love winter." Finney stated. "I know." Robin replied. "I know you know." Robin turned his head and looked at Finney, he looked like a god. So handsome. The way the sun illuminated his face, bringing out his features. The way Finney's freckles could barely be seen due to the snow or how his hair got every so slightly lighter.

He turned his head back forward, he looked at the sky, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Robin?" A pause. "Yeah?" Robin sighed. "You know I know Spanish, right?" "I do." Finney looked at him. "Why did you call me your love?"

"Because.." He started. Should he really confess his feelings? Nah. Not now. "It was just a thing, you know? Because you're my best friend." He mumbled. "Oh, alright. So when you say " I love you " You mean it platonically?" Robin sighed, he didn't want to lie, especially because he knew it wasn't platonically.

"Yep." He lied. "Alright.. Thought so." A hint of sorrow in his voice. "Finney?" Robin kept his voice low. "Yeah?" He responded. "I love you more than there are stars in space." Finney felt himself tense up a bit, his face going red.

"Do you mean that?" He asked. "Yes, and I always will." Silence. The ticking of the clock came back into Robin's mind. "You don't mean that platonically, do you?" Robin looked at Finney. "No. Please don't hate me, I can't lose you. Please don't leave." "I do."

Robin looked forward. "Can we head back to mine?" He asked. Silence, tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

"I'd like that."

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TEHEHEHHE <3333

#robin arellano #finney blake #the black phone #rinney #robin x finney #finbin

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howlingday · 2 years

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pokemon au)

cardin winchester, jaune's vassal and childhood friend shows up to visit. while the winchesters tend to hate the white fang and faunas as an extension due to the ongoing hostilities in the area he's on his best behavior around blake and velvet so that's good.

though for some reason he's really agressive with pyrrha and ruby. something about him being jaune's biggest fan?

meanwhile ruby and pyrrha realize they have competition for thier best friend/ crush. how will things turn out?

"Jaune Arc!" At his name being called, Jaune turned around to meet his old friend, Cardin Winchester, standing proudly in the hall. "I was wondering when you'd show up!"

"Cardin!" Jaune quickly closed the gap, clasping his hand with Cardin's, both flexing as they do. When they released, Jaune winced and shook his arm. "Ow..."

"Stil not hitting those weights?" Cardin punched Jaune's arm, chuckling as he did. Jaune rubbed the shoulder while rubbing his hand with the other. He looked like a weird pretzel. "At least you're here training your Pokémon, right?"

"Yeah, I am." Jaune nodded, letting his arms fall to the side. "Crocea Mors and I have been training since we left home."

"Wait, your dad's super mega rare Pokémon we were never ever allowed to play with?" Cardin balked. "That Pokémon?!"

"Yup!" Jaune chuckled. "And uh, I learned why. He's not really a people Pokémon."

"I'll bet." He looked behind Jaune. "It doesn't look like The Executioner likes him, either."

Jaune turned and saw a strange bird glaring down at Crocea Mors as it flapped. It's head extended out in the back, making it look like a giant egg. Jaune could feel the tension building between the two Pokémon.

"What kind of Pokémon is that?" Jaune asked.

"It's a Braviary." Cardin answered. "It's a Hisuan breed, apparently. Didn't even know a Hisuian region existed."

"I wonder what other Pokémon are there." Jaune said, a bit of wonder in his eyes.

"You and me both!" Cardin laughed, slapping Jaune on the back.

"Jaune, what's going on over here?" Blake asked as she approached. "Who is this?"

"Hey, Blake!" Jaune greeted. "This is a buddy of mine from back home. Cardin, this is Blake. Blake, Cardin."

"Hello." Cardin said, his tone flat.

"Charmed." Blake replied, equally flat.

"Well, I have to get to my room." His mood immediately improved. "You should drop by, Jaune! We can catch up there."

"Yeah, sounds great!" Jaune chirped. "You want to come, Blake?"

"No." Blake said. He didn't see it, but behind Jaune's back, Cardin visibly twitched as Jaune said that. She walked past the two, slowly so she could hear if Cardin whispered. He did.

"Jaune," he hissed, "I'm not going to tell you to pick your friends, but be careful. She's sending me all kinds of bad vibes."

"Oh, don't worry, Cardin!" Jaune defended. "Blake's actually really cool. She's just not comfortable around new people."

"If you say so." Cardin huffed. "Anyways, let's head up now. I wanna know what you've been up to, since you're the best trainer ever. Well, after me."

"Well, you, my friend Ruby, and my roommate, Pyrrha."

"...Huh?"

Meanwhile, The Executioner and Crocea Mors didn't break their glare from each other.

#rwby #rwby au #rwby pokémon au #cardin winchester #the executioner #hisuian braviary #jaune arc #crocea mors #aegislash #blake belladonna

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vroomvroommbtch · 2 years

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So it goes: Chapter 7 - MI x fem!OC

Masterlist

Summary: The chaos and the noise sometimes can be silenced with some stolen kisses and hugs given by the right person, and Maggie knew that better than anyone.

Pairing: Michael Italiano x fem!OC

Warnings: A bit of angst, a lot of fluff, swearing, cuddles all over the place.

Word count: 6.5k

A/N: Miracles exist and I was able to finish this thing today. Like always, thanks for the love, the likes, the reposts, the comments and everything. Also, if you have any bets on what’s gonna happen, please let me know! Same if there’s something you would like to see in the story. I’m curious, kiddos. Let me know if you wanna be added to the taglist and now enjoyyy!

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Chapter 7 - Illicit affairs.

The paddock was a disaster. The whole place was a disaster and nobody knew what was really going on. Everyone was talking and speculating, but the only thing everyone knew was the race was cancelled. Everyone was going back home, but nobody knew for how long and what was going to happen. In the middle of the mess Maggie was trying to find Daniel, who was nowhere to be found and wasn’t picking up the phone. Maggie and Jas were supposed to meet the boys at the garage and watch the race there, but the plans were clearly cancelled. Blake was the one who went to find them and tell them the news, but he had no idea where Michael and Daniel were. Maggie offered herself to go check if Daniel was in his driver's room while Jas checked the garage as their families waited in the paddock club. Her excuse was trying to find Daniel and she really was trying, but Maggie was really looking for someone else. She needed to find Michael.

Things weren’t as smooth as they imagined they were going to be after their lovely weekend together. In fact, all their good luck ended up the day she left London. After a missed flight and some extra hours together, Michael convinced Maggie to go back the next weekend after they met. The next Friday was going to be Valentine’s Day, so Maggie couldn’t say no. She wasn’t a big fan of it, but any excuse was good to see him, so Maggie agreed to invent something and go. For a second they really thought they could make it, but it all got ruined. In was Wednesday, Maggie was having a really bad day at work and to make it even worse, she cracked her right foot. When it happened, she swore she was fine, but she wasn’t fine. Her coworkers convinced her to go to emergency and she ended up with her foot bandaged. Maggie was supposed to have a romantic weekend full of sex using Valentine’s Day as a big excuse, but instead she got a week of absolute rest in bed and no moving her foot. As soon as Michael found out he wanted to go see her, but there was no way they could explain why he would do it. There was no way he could just walk into her home with her parents there without asking why he went from London to Dublin to see her if it was just a cracked foot. Michael insisted he could say it was because he was her friend and also her trainer, but Maggie convinced him to stay because nobody was going to believe it. She convinced him even if it ruined ever single plan they had. ‘I fucking hate this. I should be able to go and see you and take care of you, Mags’ was one of the things he said as soon as Maggie called to tell him the bad news. Maggie knew he was mad, but not at her. He was mad at the whole situation and how far it had gotten. The lies were already out of control and it wasn’t good. After that, it was impossible to reschedule. When her foot was fine again, Maggie was trying to do some extra work knowing she was going to go to Australia in March, so she had barely any time to sleep or do anything outside work. Then she had deadlines, Michael had to go to Barcelona for winter testing, and he couldn’t find a damn gap to go to Dublin so they just couldn’t do it. Suddenly that weekend in London looked like a miracle that happened centuries ago. 

When she got to Melbourne it was the same old façade that she hated. Little hugs and small talks in front of family and friends. They were acting like they were friends in front of everyone and trying to contain the constant impulse to jump in his arms. To make it more complicated, Michael was absolutely busy, it was the first race of the season, their home race, and the whole covid thing was in the air threatening everything. What made everything worse was the fact that Michael and Blake were for some reason sharing a room and that wasn’t helping at all with the situation. Any other day Maggie would have sneaked into his room first thing after she arrived. If that wasn’t the case, Michael would have showed up at her room, but it was impossible. All they did from Thursday to Sunday was wave at each other from afar; share little smiles so nobody would suspect, give each other friendly hugs when they saw each other, and take deep breaths. Really deep breaths. Three days and they couldn’t kiss or hug in a decent way. That fourth day didn’t seem like it was going to be any different considering it was race day. It was torture, that’s why she needed to find him, even if there were people everywhere, but it was better if people weren’t around. She went to the hospitality and straight to Daniel’s room, saying hi to the people who she barely knew as she walked around the place. Maggie knocked at the door carefully, and even if she was looking for Michael, she really was hoping Daniel would be there. The fastest she could find Daniel, the fastest she could actually look for Michael on her own. When the door opened, Daniel wasn’t the only one there; it was just the one person she desperately wanted to see.

“Please tell me Dan is here” she said a bit out of breath after practically running around the paddock to get there faster.  “No, it's just me. I was packing everything. Come in” he smiled, moving to a side to let her in. As soon as Maggie walked in, Michael checked outside the door to see if there was anyone around before he closed the door. “Where the hell is he? My sister can’t find him and he’s not picking up the phone” she asked, suddenly getting nervous. It's been so long since they had been in the same room alone that her nerves started to creep into her body in no time. At least it wasn't just nerves; it was also happiness. “He’s talking with Cyril. I guess that’s why he’s not picking. He knows Jas is at the paddock club, so he’ll find her” he explained, sitting in the massage room as he spoke “Hi, by the way. It's been a while” Michael smiled, extending his right arm and offering his hand so Maggie would move closer to him. Anyone could walk into the room at any second, but she couldn’t say no. Maggie grabbed his hand, laced their fingers, and walked until she was right in front of him, standing in the middle of his legs, but at a considerable distance, just in case she had to run away. If things had been different, and if she had been sure nobody was coming, she would have been jumping in his arms. Maggie would be with her arms around his body, kissing his lips until they were out of breath, but she couldn’t. She wanted to jump in his arms and spend the day kissing each freckle on his face, just like she did back in that night in Vegas before they even got to kiss, but she couldn’t. Instead, she decided to enjoy the feeling of his body near hers, the feeling of his fingers playing with hers, and the sight of her favorite smile and eyes right in front of her. “It's been a long while” Maggie agreed, nodding as she looked down at their joined hands resting over his leg. “Looks like we’re in the middle of what looks like the beginning of the end of the world” “And even at the beginning of the end of the world you manage to be the most beautiful girl in the universe,” he complimented her, looking down at her black summer dress. It was a shift dress that looked more like a very long shirt, but she liked it, so she put on a pair of yellow sneakers and called it a day. It wasn’t the cutest outfit that she wore in front of Michael, but even then, there he was, thinking that she was beautiful and making her blush. “I’m sorry we couldn’t talk before; it's been a crazy couple of days” “Hey, don’t apologize. I know how it is. I guess the timing wasn’t right. It feels like it never is” she shrugged, smiling sadly. She couldn’t believe how fast things had changed considering a month ago they were together and how now they couldn’t even kiss without the risk of being caught. “How is your foot? You’ve been doing the exercises I told you to do?” Michael asked, catching her attention while placing his free hand under her chin so she would look at him again.

“It's better, and yes, I’ve been doing them. Thanks, coach. It was very helpful” she smiled as Michael stroked her cheek for a moment. As soon as she kissed his palm, his hand was gone, but Maggie knew it wasn’t because he wanted. She also smiled, remembering how he was looking after her even from afar. Michael checked on her every single day, texting to know how her foot was, how it was healing and how she was feeling. They texted to the point of thinking that they were going to get caught thanks to it because they weren’t supposed to be talking. Nobody knew they were talking when they weren’t around, so if anybody saw their conversation it wasn’t hard to discover there was something happening. In the middle of their back and forward of messages, Michael sent her instructions on how to slowly improve the movement of her ankle, and she did every single one of them. She knew if any other person would have told her she would have probably ignored it, but not when it came from her Michael. “That’s my girl. And you know, I'd do anything for you, so don’t thank me” Michael spoke as he kissed her hand and a proud smile appeared on his face. He also knew she wouldn’t listen to anyone who wasn’t him, so Maggie could imagine he was happy she paid attention. “Work? All good?”. When Maggie just nodded and didn’t say anything, Michael automatically knew something was off. He always knew when there was something bothering him in the back of her head. At some point Maggie started to think it was a superpower that he had, but it was just Michael being able to read her like an open book. “Are you sure? Wanna talk about it?"

Maggie shook her head and smiled, bringing their joined hands to her lips and kissing his knuckles to ease his mind. From the look on his face, the overprotective and always worried Michael was taking over, but there were more complicated things to deal with at the moment. “I’m good, I promise” she stated, placing one last kiss over his skin and resting their hands back on his right leg. It wasn’t a lie; work wasn’t bad or anything; it was actually okay, but something felt off. Maggie couldn’t quite put a finger on what was the problem, but part of her knew also the answer to that problem. That answer clearly included Michael and the distance. “I won’t ask how work is treating you cause I already know the answer”  She was trying to change the subject and Michael knew it, so let her win and went with it. “It's a bit crazy right now because nobody knows what’s going on, but yeah, it's good. I can’t complain” he affirmed. After that, none of them really knew what to do or say. It was always like that after not seeing each other for long. It was some kind of one step forward and then ten steps back that Maggie hated. It was like having to break the ice that had melted weeks before but got frozen again. It was small talk, small careful touches, and silly flirting. It was like somehow checking if the flame was still there burning between them, even if just weeks ago they were tearing each other’s clothes apart the second they were alone in a room. It was always the same, even after moaning they belonged to each other and begging to go back to each other. The only time it didn’t happen was in London. Maggie thought that after their weekend they were past that, but they clearly weren’t. It wasn’t really helpful not knowing if someone was going to open the door and interrupt them any time soon. “I should go. Poor Blake was trying to help mom and dad get tickets for the family to fly back home and like you said, it’s crazy out there so I should go. Besides, I gotta tell me sister Danny is with the boss” Maggie explained, squeezing his hand and making every single effort to let it go. She needed to go. She needed to leave before anybody went to find her or Michael. She needed to move, but she couldn’t. Her feet felt like glued to the floor and Michael looking down at her with those brown eyes wasn’t helping at all. Maggie thought she had the strength to walk away, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes for a second, but then Michael grabbed her hand tighter. “Can I ask you something?” “Anything” she whispered, suddenly feeling her cheeks turn warm and red as his free hand went to her waist. “Stay” Her heart jumped as she heard those words leave his lips. She was so lost in his brown eyes that she couldn’t really understand what was happening. All she could feel was her heart pounding in her ears and his thumb stroking her skin. That was the word she had been dying for months, and it was finally happening. She had no idea if she meant in the room, in Australia or why his side, but she couldn’t care less. “Here? At the Danny’s room?” Maggie asked in a whisper, feeling out of breath and stupid for asking such a thing.

“No, I mean in Australia. Don’t go back to Dublin. Come to Perth with me. We’re staying at the farm” Michael explained. There was not a single sign of doubt on his face when he said it. He really wanted her to stay. It was Michael, her Michael, the one who she liked more than anyone. The one that knew how to make her melt or turn her into a bunch of broken pieces with just one finger just to put her together again with a hug. It was that same Michael that was asking her to stay and Maggie felt her heart melting and jumping out of happiness at the same time. He wanted her to stay with them. To go to Perth with him. “I know it’s going to be chaotic, there’s going to be people around all the bloody time, but everyone says it's just two weeks, so we can figure it out. But anyway, it’s okay if you say no, but I really want you to stay”. By the time Michael finished talking Maggie already knew her answer. It was a big, resounding yes, because there was no way she could say no to him. No when Michael was looking at her like she just hung the moon in the sky just for him. “I rather see you and not being able to kiss you than not seeing you at all, so yeah, we can figure it out” she confessed, and she just knew her cheeks were probably as red as the Ferraris that were in the garages, but she couldn’t care less.  “Maybe you should kiss me now when nobody sees us. I mean, in case we can’t for the next two weeks, and especially because we haven’t kissed since you got here” he proposed with a cheeky smile on his face, moving his hand from her waist to her small back, bringing her closer to him. To make it even worse, he let go of her hand so he could hold her. There was no way she could run away from him with both arms holding her in place, and she didn’t want to, either. There was no way to hide what was happening if someone opened the door at that moment. Maggie was still standing between his legs, their bodies were against each other, Michael was holding her for dear life, and the air could be cut with a butter knife. That was one of those moments when Maggie couldn’t care less if they got caught as long as she could stay in his arms. “If someone comes in and we get caught, I’m blaming you for all this” she warned as she looked back at the door for one second.  “Look at me” he affirmed, calling her attention and making Maggie look back at him. “Just one and you can say it's all my fault”  Maggie couldn’t say no to him and his request. She was too weak to say no to him at any moment, but especially when she hadn’t seen him in weeks. She gave in, automatically placing her hands on his neck and pushing their lips together. Even when they could get caught any second, there was no rush or urgency; they just kissed and it was like being back home after a one-month trip. She almost forgot how much she loved to be pressed against his front as their tongues and lips played together. She loved the contrast of his soft lips and his stubble against her skin; how he held her tighter, trying to make her get closer when it was impossible; and how he smiled in the middle of their kiss. They always end up smiling at some point while kissing. That was one of the things she missed more when they were apart; it was just easy and fun. They always had fun together and Michael always managed to make her smile, even in the worst moments. Even in risky moments like that one Maggie was smiling with him. It felt like a dream to be back in his arms again. She felt again the silly butterflies on her stomach and her legs turning into jelly, and she wouldn’t change that feeling for anything in the world.

“I’ve been waiting all day to do that. I couldn’t wait for the race to end to finally see you” he whispered against her lips once they pulled away enough to look at each other. “Don’t even mention it, it was the longest weekend of my life” she stated, giving him another kiss before she kept talking. “God, you look so damn handsome in those colors. It's not fucking fair” she breathed. Michael was wearing his Renault white, yellow and black shirt and black pants and Maggie was dying. Since the moment she saw him, all she could think about was him in those clothes and how wonderful it would be to see those clothes forgotten right beside hers on the floor of her hotel room. “And you look beautiful in this dress. Seriously beautiful” he affirmed, giving her a bunch more of kisses. She was never going to admit every single outfit she picked up that weekend was to make him turn a bit insane, but she absolutely did it and didn't regret it.  “Wanted to match with the team and with my favorite coach, so I went with casual black” she shrugged, trying to act like it was absolutely casual when it wasn’t.  “And you did an incredible job. So much that I already heard more than one guy talking about Danny Ric’s sister-in-law” he affirmed, and even when he was trying to hide it, Maggie could see the little pinch of jealousy in his eyes.  “Hey, but who’s the only guy who can do this? And not just in this paddock” Maggie asked as a wicked little smile appeared on her face. To mark her point, she grabbed his hands, put them over her ass and gave him a short sweet kiss. 

Michael couldn’t help but grab her ass and give it a little squeeze, which only made Maggie giggle all happy. “That’s me” he smiled as he nodded because he knew. “Exactly. You’re the only one who can also get under my little black dress. Don’t forget that” she affirmed, resting her arms over his chest. “Or maybe we need a reminder of our New Year’s Eve conversation”  “Maybe we do, sweetheart” he agreed, kissing her lips and then her forehead.  As soon as Maggie felt his lips over her forehead, she moved her arms around his waist and hugged him, resting her head on his chest. She felt her body automatically relax simply because she was in her favorite place in the world, and there was something that one of his hugs couldn't fix. Nothing. “When are we flying to Perth?”

“I think tomorrow morning” he stated, kissing her forehead again and hugging her a bit tighter. “Can you come over tonight?” Maggie asked, closing her eyes and enjoying the last moments she had in his arms. “I’ll try my best. Room 407, right?” he wondered, and Maggie moved away to look at him as a big smile appeared on her face. She never told him the room where she was staying. Little bastard just knew. “A man who knows his way around, uh?” she joked, and Michael just shrugged and smiled at her. “Go back to work. See you later” she smiled back at him, giving him one last kiss as she left his arms, and then the room. 

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The night couldn't come fast enough. Suddenly a couple hours felt like an eternity and Maggie had no idea what to do when she came back from dinner. She turned on the tv, took off her makeup and changed her clothes in no time, but after ten minutes of pacing the floor and looking at her phone, she felt like she was going to turn insane. The buzzing of her phone was what took her out of her misery. She got a text from Michael saying that he was going to be there as soon as he was done packing, and that’s when Maggie realized she had to do the same. She took her suitcase, took everything out, and put everything back to waste some time. ‘At least this time you’re going with him’ she repeated to herself more than once, breathing deeply, trying to calm herself down. She was feeling like a pathetic, desperate, needy thing, but she needed to see him. She needed to hold him for more than one minute without being on constant alert. She needed one last hug and kiss before they had to face two weeks together but separate all at the same time. She was finishing packing when he heard the knock on the door, making her jump and run to open thanks to the excitement. Michael’s arms were around her body, lifting her before she could even react. She put her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as she whispered a little ‘hi’ against his neck as Michael kicked the door to close it. She saw him half an hour ago, but she felt like it was a lifetime away. They sat together during dinner, but they were far from alone considering Daniel’s family and her family were there too. They chatted, joked, but they behaved as much as possible. It was so damn hard to not snuggle into his side when dinner was over and they were all just talking. She saw Jas and Daniel hugging and kissing and that’s what she wanted. She just wanted to be able to hold his hand and whisper silly jokes in his ear while they were with their family. She had him so close, but at the same time she couldn’t do a thing and it killed her. That’s why she didn’t complain when Michael picked her up in her room. She was exactly where she wanted to be, and away from curious eyes, so she was happy. 

She could feel Michael relax under her arms, but she could also feel herself relax, especially when his lips touched her neck. “Hi, sweetheart. Sorry couldn’t come faster” he whispered, kissing her skin a couple times. Maggie nodded, letting him know it was fine and that she knew. There was no need to explain because she knew and it was fine. “You’re gonna stay there like a baby koala?” Michael asked as she wrapped her arms and legs a bit tighter around his body, not really planning to let go. When Maggie nodded again, Michael just adjusted his grip on her and walked to the bed to sit there. Maggie didn’t say anything for a while. She snuggled against his chest, placing random soft kisses in every place she could reach as she moved her arms from his neck to his waist. She just wanted to hold him. She wanted to be in his arms. “You okay, sweetheart?” Michael asked in a whisper, stroking her back and hair slowly.  Maggie nodded, tightening the grip around his body and hiding her face on his chest even more. “I missed you” she finally spoke, closing her eyes as the words left her lips in a whisper.  Those three words were hiding more than she could even express. She was tired of not being able to be by his side. She was tired of not even being able to have a picture of him as the wallpaper of her phone. He was in her wallpaper, but in a picture where they were also with Daniel, Jas, Blake and Lily in the paddock in Silverstone. That day the girls were taking a picture in front of the Renault hospitality to send it to Lily’s dad and the Aussies had no better idea than to photobomb the photo. Maggie absolutely loved that picture because that crazy bunch of weirdos were her family, too. They were her friends and family and support system altogether, and she loved them with every fiber of her body. As soon as she got home after that race, Maggie printed two copies of that picture. She put one on the nightstand of her bedroom and the other one on her desk at work because it made her smile. Back there they weren’t together yet, but Michael was right beside her anyway, perfect hair, big smile, shiny eyes, and handsome face. She never imagined than a month after that picture was taken, she would end up doing all the things she did with Michael during their vacations. It looked like a lifetime ago where times seemed simpler, but back then she was only dreaming of being with him. She dreamt of being in his arms and now it was her reality, so even if she was tired, she knew she had to hold on and enjoy the stolen moments.

“I missed you too, baby girl” Michael affirmed, kissing her forehead and stroking her head. Maggie couldn’t understand how his fingers tangled in her hair could bring her so much peace, but it did. That, the feeling of his lips on her forehead, the warmth of his body and the smell of his cologne were the perfect mix to make her give in and relax like she hadn’t done in weeks.

“Are you staying tonight?” she whispered, and even when she knew the answer, Maggie decided to push her luck and ask anyway. She felt Michael taking a deep breath and she already knew the answer. She didn’t need to see his face to know he was thinking in the better way to say he couldn’t. She didn’t need to see him to know he was doubting and somehow looking for a way to change things, even if it was impossible. “I can’t, baby. I told Blake I was going to the gym. I really want to, but I can’t stay much” he explained, kissing her forehead. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart” Maggie didn’t want to hear it and she knew the answer, but her heart broke a little when she heard the ‘I can’t’. She just couldn’t help it. “It's okay. I know you can’t. I just wanted to know” she murmured, trying to not get affected by it, but damn it was hard.  If Maggie could feel how he was doubting in saying he couldn’t stay, then she knew Michael could feel she was absolutely under the water. She didn’t want to let go, but she did anyway when Michael’s arms moved away from her, separating them just an inch to look at her. “Hey, don’t get sad. I know it’s hard and know it's not much but I’ve been waiting all day to do this, so I’m gonna hug you every single second of the next hour. It's not a weekend in London or the date I promised you here, but I think it's good enough for now” he stated, placing both hands on her cheeks and looking down at her eyes. “I really wish we could go back to London, but yeah, it's good. As long as you’re here, it's all good” she nodded because he was right. She needed to enjoy those minutes and take the best out of it. “And I told you already, I don’t need fancy dinners. I’ll be happy hiding in this room eating meat pies if that means I get to steal your clothes and kiss your handsome face” she affirmed, kissing him softly. When they couldn’t reschedule their failed Valentine’s Day, Michael promised to take her on a date as soon as the race weekend was over. Maggie insisted it was not necessary, especially considering the risk and the amount of people around. She insisted they could do it another time in another place, but his ‘please, just let me do it, sweetheart’ over the phone was enough to convince her and say yes. She wanted to, heaven knew there was nothing than Maggie wanted more than to go on dates with him, but she knew the little risk. Now none of them needed to say anything to know it was cancelled.

“That’s why I’m also here. We need to stop, babe”. Maggie could feel the fear creeping inside her body. She could swear her heart stopped. She could feel her body stop breathing. Damn, she could almost feel her soul leaving her body as she heard those words. She could feel the panic appearing on her body and she knew Michael could probably see it in her shiny eyes. “No! No, no, I don’t mean us. God, no, I don’t mean that, sweetheart” he explained, kissing her lips, trying desperately to make her calm down and understand that he wasn’t dumping her. Maggie knew somehow inside her body that he wasn’t, but she couldn’t help it. Just when Michael affirmed he didn’t mean that was when Maggie really breathed again. “I mean the hiding and the lies, babe. It's getting out of hand. I almost called you ‘baby’ five times during dinner, right in front of everyone. Every single day I see you I wanna call you ‘sweetheart’ and I can't, but I know one day its gonna happen. One day I won’t realize, it would split from my mouth and we’re gonna be fucked up. We can’t keep hiding if we're planning to keep going with this. Besides, it's not fair to anyone, Mags. It's not fair to us. You almost breaking your foot was- It was too much, sweetheart”

“Mike, I wasn’t alone. I know you worry, but it was nothing” she murmured, still trying to calm herself as she felt her heart still racing for the scare she had. Maggie knew Michael was worried sick when her foot incident happened. Even if it wasn’t a big deal, he was worried, but she never thought it was that bad. She never thought it would be enough to make him rethink everything. She never imagined something like this would make him confess all those feelings to her. Whatever the reason was, he was right. She knew very well the ‘I almost called you baby five times’ because it happened to her too. Every time she had to stop herself from jumping in his arms or remember she couldn’t call him ‘babe’ in front of people. “I know it was nothing and I’m happy it was nothing, but I wanna be able to say ‘I’m going cause my girl needs me’ in case that something happens. I wanna be able to do it even if I knew you didn’t need me” he explained, but Maggie stopped him before he could even say another word. “Don’t” she started, and this time she was the one placing her hands on his neck to look at him in the eyes. “Don’t say that. Don’t say I don’t need you because that’s not true. You have no idea how badly I wanted you to be there. You have no idea,” she stated. Everything that she wanted back there was him. She knew it was silly because it was just a silly little accident, but she wanted him. All those days all Maggie could imagine was being there with Michael. She wanted to be him the one holding her hand while she was waiting in the emergency room. She wanted him there, checking her foot constantly and giving her instructions on how to do all those exercises. Maggie needed him, but she never said a thing because she knew Michael was going to feel terrible for not being able to be there.

“I need you too, you know that, right?” he asked, and Maggie was so out of breath for his confession that all she could do was nod. She didn’t know, but now she did and she was happy. “Look, babe, I know you think Jas is gonna be mad, but it's gonna get worse as time keeps passing. It's gonna get worse and I can’t lie to you, sweetheart, I’m fucking tired. I know you told me Scorpio it's all about secrecy, but I guess it's not the case”  Maggie couldn’t help but smile because of course he remembered that. Michael somehow always remembered the silly things she said, that included. “I don’t wanna keep hiding either” she finally confessed, looking down at her hands that were resting against his chest. She couldn’t believe she was finally saying that after months of bottled it up. “Tired doesn’t even explain how I feel anymore. I’m fucking exhausted, Mike. I don’t know how I’m still able to walk away from you. It's getting harder every time”  “Hey, look at me” he spoke calmly, and Maggie of course did it. “I really want you and I really wanna give this a try. I know we started as friends with something casual and it was supposed to be a one-night stand, but we both know we are more than just friends. We both know it's not a casual thing anymore, especially since the year started”

It was the way he was looking at her like nobody else in the world existed. The way he was holding her in his arms, like she would disappear if he blinked. The way he looked absolutely calm, like he didn’t have to run out the door at any second. The way he smelled. The way he felt against her body. The way his fingers were stroking her back under the oversized shirt –his shit, the same she stole in Perth and she wore every time she missed him too much–. The way her hands felt against the thin material of his shirt and against his chest. The way their breaths were synchronized like they were meant to be exactly like that. She knew he was right; the ‘friends’ level that never really existed was long forgotten. It was out the windows that night hiding in Perth, or maybe even before that. But to listen to Michael saying it somehow made it real. It made her feel like she wasn’t really imagining things. She never doubted him or the things he said, but that night Maggie knew he meant every single word that came out of her mouth. He wanted her. He wanted to be with her. There was nothing that Maggie wanted more than that.  “You’re mine and I’m yours” she murmured, using it as their own little promise. It was their own little secret. There wasn’t much to say besides that.  “So fuck the rest” Michael continued, giving her a small, soft, loving kiss to seal their deal. It was short, but it was all she needed in those moments.  They rested their foreheads together and Maggie knew she could stay there forever, but he needed to go. No matter how much she was enjoying the little silence bubble he needed to go and Michael needed to keep the façade.  “How long do you have?” she asked, just as scared of hearing the answer as she was when she asked if he was staying the night with her.

Michael moved away from her enough to be able to look at his watch and went back to her. For the look on his face, Maggie knew it wasn’t enough time. There was never enough time. “Half an hour” he answered shortly, the disappointment written all over his face. “You need to look flushed like you were working out, right?” she spoke after what it felt like hours, and not just seconds. As she talked, she moved her hands around his body, reaching for the hem of his gray shirt and moving her fingers under it, finally touching his warm skin with her fingertips. She felt like years had passed since the last time she moved her fingers around the waist of his shorts.  “We don’t have to if you’re not in the mold, sweetheart” he affirmed, always the gentleman, even if Maggie could feel him getting hard. She was just wearing a pair of panties under her shirt and since she was straddling him there were just three thin layers of clothes separating them, so she knew what was happening in his mind and body, even if he was giving her the chance of not doing it. If she was going to spend the next couple of weeks not being able to touch him, then she was going to use every last second available with him. Her response was as simple as kissing him and moving her hips against his. Maggie knew they didn’t have to do anything if any of them didn’t want to, but she wasn’t going to waste a single minute by his side. Love shouldn’t last sixty minutes, but it was better than anything. 

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Thinking of You

Pairing: Spencer Reid x f!reader Genre: angst, fluff Warnings: kidnapping, blood, torture, mentions of BDSM??, noncon kissing, degradation, shooting, death Summary: the reader is taken by the unsub and she starts to hallucinate a certain dork Word Count: 4.7k words

All you can see is red and, no, it’s not from anger. Well, maybe a little bit of that too.

Blood trickles down your forehead into your eyes, your vision blurring with every drop that drips from your wound. With your hands tied up like this, you can’t wipe the blood from your eyes. With your head pounding, you try to remember how you got here.

You playfully punch Spencer’s shoulder with a laugh, watching him rub his arm where you hit him. “There’s no way that actually happened!” you shout once you calm your laughter. You watch Spencer smile and nod his head, still rubbing his arm.

“It did! You can ask Hotch,” he replies. He was telling you a story that happened before you joined the team as you two drove to the jet for a case.

“There’s no way Garcia actually said that to Morgan on speaker! How was she not fired?” you ask incredulously, starting to cackle once more. He laughs along with you, remembering the shock on Morgan’s face when she said it to him.

“I wish you would’ve been there to see it. Everyone’s face was priceless,” he says, his voice softer than before. You calm yourself again and look over at him, your heart warming at the sight of him. It was still pretty early in the morning, so the sun was shining right in his eyes as you drove, the sun visor doing nothing to protect his beautiful eyes.

You’ve been on the team for about a year and a half now and it’s honestly been a wild adventure after the next. You were only supposed to stay on the team for a year but, of course, Spencer convinced you to stay and it honestly didn’t take that much convincing. You loved this team as your second family now and you couldn’t imagine working anywhere else or with anyone else.

You park the car and get out, heading towards the jet where everyone else is walking to. Seeing Morgan, you quickly drag your luggage over to him and start teasing him. You watch him sigh and move his head to glare back at Spencer. You and Spencer start laughing again as you climb the steps, leaving Morgan to stare after the two of you.

“Oh, you think that’s funny do you?” he asks you two, a playful lilt to his voice. You nod your head, trying to stop your laughter but Spencer kept cracking you up. “Reid, should I tell (Y/n) here about the peach incident?” Morgan asks him with a smirk. Instantly Spencer stops laughing and blushes a dark pink, shaking his head. “That’s what I thought,” he finishes as he sits across from the pair.

“What? Peach Incident? I wanna know!” you say with a new light to your eyes, looking between the two males. Blackmail on Spencer? Who would’ve thought that existed.

“No. Nothing happened. He’s bluffing,” Spencer stutters out, his face growing darker, causing Morgan to laugh. The others start to chuckle to themselves, finding the three of you amusing.

You all stop when Hotch comes to sit down with his fresh cup of coffee, his voice serious as he starts to discuss the case. You all go around tossing ideas out, trying to brainstorm different answers. The flight went by in a minute, it feels like. Then again, your attention was on Spencer for more than half of the ride. The others have never seen you two go more than fifteen minutes without talking to the other.

Once you touch down in a new state, you all pile out and into the cars waiting for you. You and Spencer take the back of one car while Rossi and Morgan take the front. “This unsub is kinda harsh,” you say softly, looking over the file again.

“What makes you say that?” Rossi asks curiously, wanting to hear more of your input.

“I mean, we’ve seen some things in our day but this? This just seems so...ruthless,” you say quietly, looking down at the pictures. Maybe you only thought it was worse than the others because all of these women kind of look like you.

“Yeah, the stabbing of the genitalia is an overkill. I thought maybe he knew these women but maybe he just hates women in general. Since they all look similar, my guess is that they’re a surrogate for someone,” Morgan replies. You nod your head, trying not to imagine what pain these three women felt before being killed.

Once you reach the station, you all walk in and set up in an extra room that they’ve allowed for you to use while here. From there, Hotch gives you all your orders. “JJ, Reid. I want you to go interview the two families that showed up today. Morgan, (Y/n). I want you two to go give the second family a visit. See why they haven’t been answering any of the police’s calls. Blake, we are going to go look at the kill sight where the last body was found.”

With everyone having their orders, you all disperse out of the station. You give Spencer a goodbye smile before following Morgan to one of the cars. “So, peach incident?” you ask as soon as you two are enclosed inside of the car. He laughs as he starts the black vehicle, looking around him as he pulls out of the parking lot.

“How did I know you were going to ask me again as soon as I heard we were paired up,” he teases with a smile. You grunt and look over at him, placing your cheek into your hand as you watch him drive.

“C’mon, just tell me! I won’t tell Spencer that I know!” you plead. He scoffs at that, trying to hold back his laugh.

“Yes, you will. I’m not dumb,” he replies as he checks his GPS to make sure he’s driving the right way. You let out a long groan and dramatically throw your head back against the headrest. Guess you’ll have to blackmail or guilt-trip him if you ever want to get that information.

He parks the car on the road and checks the GPS once more to make sure that you two have the right address. “Well, this house is...interesting,” you comment as you study the exterior. I mean, it wasn’t terrible but you can tell by the yard and the house’s structure that they don’t take care of it very well.

“Does anyone even live here?” Morgan asks half playfully as he steps out of the car, making you do the same. You two walk up the driveway and to the front door, both of you staying quiet for a moment to see if you can hear anyone inside.

Hearing nothing, Morgan knocks on the door. “Hello? Anyone home?” he calls loudly. You both wait for a long moment, hearing nothing once more.

“Despite their yard, I saw a shed and greenhouse in the back. Maybe they’re back there?” you guess, turning away from the door to look at Morgan. He silently nods his head before turning around and going back the way you two came. You two walk around the house and into the backyard, the dead grass crunching underneath your feet.

“I can check the greenhouse while you check the shed,” he offers, leaving you to agree and split away from him. You walk over to the shed, noticing the lock is missing from the door. You take one last glance at Morgan before slowly opening the shed door.

“Hello?” you call, looking into the poorly lit area. There were lots of boxes along with tools lining the wall. You look around the area, looking for clues as to if they’ve killed anyone here or with any of the equipment. You stop at a workbench, seeing tools and papers littering the desk. You pull a glove from your pocket, starting to move the papers around to read them.

All of a sudden, you hear wood bending and creaking underneath someone’s weight. You turn around to look at Morgan, only to find a tall man with a shovel. Then, you don’t see anything except for black.

You grunt at the memory, feeling your head throb as you recall the events. The edge of the shovel must’ve been what caused the injury on your head. You don’t doubt that you have a concussion. With blood still dripping into your eyes, you try to figure out where you are. From the looks of it, you’re in an abandoned factory of sorts.

You tug on your arms again and feel something wrapped around your wrists, holding your arms out behind you. This is also keeping you sat up, the strain of whatever is binding you too great for you to slouch forward. You tilt your head back, hoping to get the blood out of your eyes.

You don’t know how long you’ve been out for nor do you know how long it is until someone shows up. You bring your head back down and watch as the same man as before walks over to you with a handheld toolkit. He gets down on one knee and then opens up the kit.

“Are you Mr. Jenkins?” you ask softly, finding your throat a bit dry. He ignores you, pulling out a cloth and dousing it in saline solution. He then cleans your wound, not bothering to be gentle about it. You don’t make a peep though, remaining quiet as to not irritate or upset him and make him stop. Once done with that, he dries the area before wrapping gauze around your head. There’s still caked blood on your face and with your injury, you’re not sure cleaning it up and wrapping it was the best way to go but you suppose this is better than nothing. Besides, you can’t even see how bad your injury is. Maybe it feels worse than it actually is.

When he deems his job done, he packs everything back into his kit before standing up. “Wait!” you call weakly, watching him not even hesitate to leave you alone once more. You sigh and look around, finding it much easier to see now. After some time has passed, you feel a streak of blood start to trail down your face. You were right, the wound is bigger than he’s letting on.

You tilt your head back to keep the blood from getting in your eyes again, closing your eyes since all you’re looking at is a ceiling. You take a deep breath and slowly let it out, trying to think of a way out of this situation. Already knowing the answer, you bring your head up for a moment to check to see if you still have your gun. Confirming that you indeed don’t have it, you tilt your head back again. You then wondered if he knows you’re not just a random person that wandered into his shed. Your badge is in your coat though, so you can’t check to see if it’s gone or not. You’re guessing he checked all of your pockets before leaving you alone though.

Guess you just need to remain calm and wait to see what happens.

Morgan walks into the greenhouse, finding dead and withering plants scattered around. Despite no one being inside, he starts to look around for evidence or hints as to what these people really do.

He stops his snooping when he hears a truck on gravel, his boots stepping on dead plants and dried leaves as he walks towards the exit. What he finds though isn’t at all what he’s expecting.

There you are, limp in someone’s arms and being tossed into the bed of a truck. “Hey! Stop!” he shouts, pulling out his gun as he starts running. The guy, knowing he’s been caught, starts to run to the driver’s door. Morgan aims his gun at the driver and fires, the first shot just missing by a couple of inches. With the man in the truck and starting to drive off in his truck, Morgan shoots at the tires. He curses loudly when he misses or the bullets don’t do anything to stop the driver, simply slowing him down a little. Morgan memorizes as much of the plate as he can before the truck disappears around the corner.

Morgan curses loudly again and takes out his phone, calling Hotch. With everyone alerted, they all come to the Jenkin’s home. Caution tape is put up at the entrance of the property to keep nosy neighbors at bay, forensics showing up and starting to take pictures of the crime scene.

Everyone turns when JJ and Reid pull up in another car, knowing that this isn’t going to be good. Reid is in front of them in practically a second, his eyes wide and fearful. “What happened? Where is she?” he spits out faster than anyone can decipher. Morgan, already knowing what he was going to say, places his hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, calm down. Take a breath,” he says calmly, hoping Reid won’t lash out. Lash out is exactly what Reid did though.

“Calm down? How am I supposed to be calm when (Y/n) was taken by someone? Look at all the blood! She’s probably bleeding out! What were you doing? Why weren’t you here to protect her?” Why wasn’t I here to protect her?

“Reid,” Hotch warns, stepping up beside Morgan. Morgan sighs and looks over at the blood, a frown hanging heavy on his face. “Morgan, tell us what happened now that everyone is here,” Hotch commands.

Morgan sighs again, refusing to look at them. “(Y/n) and I knocked on the door and there was no answer. She then pointed out that there was a shed and greenhouse in the backyard, and that they might be in there. So, she took the shed while I took the greenhouse. I was looking around inside when I heard a truck. I come out of the greenhouse to see...to see our unsub carrying her to the back of the truck. I called out to him as I drew my gun, starting to fire as he escaped.”

Everyone stays quiet for a moment after he finishes, no one really knowing what to say. Reid, of course, is the first one to speak. “You should’ve been with her. You shouldn’t have separated. You—”

“Reid,” JJ interrupts, placing her hand onto his back. “You can’t blame him. All of us probably would’ve done the same to cover more ground quicker,” she says softly, trying to soothe him. His hands clench into fists, his eyes stinging with the want of tears. He can’t cry though, not here.

“I’m sorry. Let’s just work hard to bring her back,” he mumbles, staring at the red ground.

It’s been a couple of days, you know that much. Mr. Jenkins hasn’t given you any food and has only given you enough water to not die from dehydration. You’ve barely slept a wink, the position you’re in keeping you upright. Besides, you’re too worried and scared to actually close your eyes for long.

You’re assuming that Mr. Jenkins doesn’t own this property or else the gang would’ve found you by now. You wonder how Spencer is handling this.

“Well, I’m quite upset, I’ll tell you that much.”

You turn your head to the side, finding Spencer leaning against an old, rundown machine. A smile comes to your face just from the sight of him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you,” you reply hoarsely, your throat dry as a bone and begging for water. He smiles back and walks over to you, squatting down in front of your slouched figure.

“That’s quite the bump on your head,” he says as he runs his fingers over your wound. You can’t feel his touch though.

“How did you find me?” you ask, wondering why he isn’t freeing you.

“You know, I kind of like you tied up like this,” he teases, a smirk spreading across his face. You feel your face heat up at his words, your eyes now avoiding his face.

“Spencer, I don’t think now is the time for us to be talking about this,” you stutter out. He chuckles at your embarrassment, his hand moving to cup your cheek but you still can’t feel his touch.

“You’re so beautiful, you know? I never get tired of looking at you,” he whispers, leaning closer to your face. Your embarrassment only grows at his compliment, your head shaking.

“I don’t understand—”

“Do you remember that one time we played chess? The time before we worked that one stone case? You were right, I did let you win. I just wanted to see you smile when you realized you won,” he whispers. You let out a weak laugh, remembering the memory like it was yesterday.

“I knew it. I’m a profiler, after all. I can tell when you’re lying,” you respond softly, all this talking starting to drain your energy. He chuckles and leans forward, his breath fanning across your face. Just like you figured, it smells like coffee. He’s addicted to the stuff.

“No you can’t. You just think you can,” he replies playfully. He then starts to lean closer, his lips ghosting over yours. You close your eyes, waiting to feel his lips against yours. You’ve been wanting to kiss him for so long. You always imagined he would taste like coffee.

Well, you had your eyes closed until a creaking door is pulled open. You open your eyes to find Spencer gone and in his place is your captor. “What? Wanna kiss?” he snaps, squatting down in front of you. You look away from him, the smell of his breath making you want to puke. He reaches up and grabs the back of your head by your hair, forcing you to bring your head up to look at him. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he snaps.

He then smashes your lips together, his cracked and dry lips completely covering your own. You don’t return the kiss, simply sitting there as still as a statue. He doesn’t bother kissing you long, knowing you won’t return it. “Dumb whore,” he mumbles as he stands up again, reaching for a container that he had set down when he came in. He pulls out a half filled water bottle and a piece of moldy bread.

He sets the water bottle down without the cap before setting the bread down onto the dirty floor. “Bone apple teeth,” he jokes as he leaves. You feel your eyes sting but you force yourself not to cry. You bend over with your arms still behind your back and take the top of the water bottle in between your teeth. You then slowly sit up and tilt your head back, using your mouth alone to drink the water. You then look down at the bread once you finish the water, deciding that it’s not worth the trouble. You haven’t gone that long without food, after all.

After the first visit, Spencer always comes back to visit you more. He never gives you that kiss though. “I have to leave you wanting more or you’ll leave me,” he explains after you confront him one day. Your brows furrow in confusion, your eyes barely even open at this point.

“That’s not true. I would never leave you,” you reassure. He turns to look at you from his seat beside you, a sad smile coming to his face.

“Just trust me. If I do...something will happen to you,” he whispers, turning away to look around the dank factory. You let out a sigh and nod your head a bit, understanding what he’s saying.

“Okay. Just because I’m accepting that though doesn’t mean I like it,” you reply lightly. He hums and looks at you again, his face going from sad to heartbroken.

“I miss you, you know.” This makes you smile and your heart flutter in your chest.

“I miss you too. Why else do you think I’ve made you up?” you reply. It took a couple times of him showing up for you to realize that you’re hallucinating him. You didn’t really mind though. He helped you stay sane.

“Because you need someone handsome to look at?” he asks jokingly. You hum and nod your head, coughing weakly before you can reply to him.

“There’s that too,” you admit. He laughs and leans over to rest his head on top of yours. In return, you rest your head on his shoulder. Honestly, he’s probably the only reason that you haven’t gone insane yet.

“I’m getting close. I’ll find you soon,” he promises. You let out another hum, hoping he’s telling the truth and not lying to make you feel better.

He’s gone in a blink of an eye when the door opens and your captor walks in. “Alright, your time has come,” he says as he starts to undo your binds. Your shoulders and arms scream in pain but you keep your lips tightly sealed to keep you from actually screaming.

“Do you know who I am?” you croak out. You hear him scoff as he makes you stand up, your vision instantly swimming and causing you to get light headed. You lean against him to prevent yourself from falling down, fear starting to crawl it’s way through your mind.

“You’re in the FBI, right? I found your badge in your pocket. I took it upon myself to see this as a challenge,” he replies, shoving you forward and causing you to fall face first. You barely have the strength to push yourself up but it didn’t matter since he’s grabbing you by your hair and arm to drag you back up. “I think I’m doing a standup job too. They have no idea where we are,” he informs you proudly.

You can’t tell where he’s taking you, your vision swimming too much to tell, but the next thing you know, you’re being laid out on a hard, cold surface. “I figured that you’re special, so I’m going to give you some special treatment.” You grunt before letting out a dry cough.

“Yay me,” you reply sarcastically. It takes you a moment to realize that he’s cutting off your shirt and dress pants. It didn’t take him long to start cutting you. You bite your tongue to stop from screaming but the pain eventually gets to be too much. You try to fight him off but god, you can hardly keep your limbs up or moving. You wouldn’t be surprised if he also drugged the little water he gave you.

You’re not sure how long you’re there for. A couple minutes, an hour, a day, you don’t know. It doesn’t matter. You’re losing blood fast and you know what comes at the end right before he kills you. “Ready for the finale?” he asks darkly, trailing his knife from your foot up your leg towards your crotch.

You refuse to beg though. You won’t give him the satisfaction.

“Aww, you’re no fun. By this point, all the other girls were whimpering, snotty messes begging me to spare them. I even got offered for them to be my sex slave and what have you. I wish you’d offer me something like that,” he whines playfully, a dark smile on his face. With the tip of his knife a little above your pelvic bone, he connects his lips to yours again. He shoves his tongue into your mouth, starting to drag that knife down and lighting a fire in the blades place. You bite his tongue just as multiple doors bang open.

“FBI! Move away from the woman!” someone calls. He pulls his face away from yours, blood pouring from his mouth where you bit into his tongue.

“You little bitc—” he starts to yell as he pulls his arm back to stab your genitals, just like he did for his other victims. He doesn’t get the chance to stab you though, a gunshot ringing throughout the factory and piercing right through his brain. His blood sprays on you before he falls dead to the floor, relieved tears starting to leak from your eyes.

Spencer was by your side in a second, holstering his fired weapon. “You’re okay. God, we were almost too late,” he mumbles, tears coming from his own eyes. He helps you sit up before draping his coat around your shoulders and pulling you close. Paramedics are quick to come over to you two, trying to separate you two to put you onto a stretcher.

“No, stop! I’ll carry her,” he says quickly, keeping you wrapped up tight in his arms. He then turns you to pick you up bridal style, whispering calming words to you as he carries you out of that wretched place. He kisses you on your temple before handing you over to the ambulance, refusing to leave your side as he rides with you to the hospital. You smile lovingly at him as he squeezes your hand, your body not having the energy to return the act.

You don’t remember passing out but you did, apparently, since the next thing you know, you’re waking up in a hospital bed with a certain nerd asleep by your side. You let out a sigh as you shakily bring your hand up to run it through his messy hair. He wakes up right away and looks up at you like a deer caught in headlights. “Oh thank god,” he sputters as he stands up to wrap you in a hug. You grunt when you feel the pain flare up in your arms, this making him pull away instantly.

You find tears in his eyes, your own eyes starting to tear up as well. “I thought I was going to lose you,” he cries, his voice sounding crushed. You sniffle and gently grab his hand, being careful of your wounds.

“I thought I was going to lose you,” you reply shakily. He smiles at you and uses his free hand to wipe away your tears that started to fall.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks softly, almost too quiet for you to hear. You laugh weakly at this, remembering how you begged imaginary him to kiss you back in the factory.

“Please.” You barely get to finish before his lips are meeting yours. Not to your surprise, he tastes exactly like you thought he would. Coffee. He kisses you passionately, every single emotion you both feel being expressed through that kiss. Fear, guilt, desperation, love, admiration, and so much more.

You two pull away when someone clears their throat. “Well, at least I know that you’re okay now,” Rossi teases, the rest of the gang looking in from behind him. You and the others laugh as you wipe the tears from your eyes while they all come in.

“I’m more than okay. Thanks for saving me, guys.”

“Don’t thank us,” Hotch says.

“It’s all because of boy wonder here that we were able to find you,” JJ supplies. You look to Spencer to find him blushing.

“He went on an absolute rampage,” Blake starts, getting a ‘no, I didn’t’ in response from Spencer, “He refused to sleep until he found you. I don’t think anyone has ever been scared of Reid until that moment.” You’re starting to feel warm now. He did all that for you?

“Stop exaggerating,” Spencer snaps, giving your hand a squeeze. This makes everyone laugh. Well, except for a certain member of your crew.

Morgan walks over to your bed, his whole body tense and he almost seems ready to cry. “(Y/n), I’m sorry that I got yo—”

“Stop. Don’t blame yourself. There’s nothing we can do about it now. Let’s just learn from it and move on, yeah?” you say kindly, a warm smile on your face. He lets out a hefty sigh and nods his head, a small smile coming to his face.

“Now, give me a hug. In fact, everyone give me a hug!” you command, making everyone chuckle as they follow your orders.

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babygirl-diaz · 3 years

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Hi, if you’re still looking for jealous Bucky promts. What if Sam is dating this guy, ( Sam thinks Bucky isn’t into him ( he very much is Sam is just oblivious)so he’s giving this guy a shot), and the guy seems all sweet and nice but the minute Sam isn’t around the guy teases Bucky ( in like a I got him when you couldn’t kind of way) and Bucky is just pining and stressed cause why is Sam with this dick instead of Bucky. Does that make sense? I’m not sure this prompt makes sense.

((First of all, so sorry for taking so long to write this. I was going through a writer's block. Second of all, this doesn't totally follow the prompt but I still hope you like it, anon!!))

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“You need to back off.”

Bucky stops short of drinking his beer when he hears Aaron Blake, aka Sam’s new boyfriend, finally say something. They were hanging out at the bar Bucky worked at because Sam wanted his “two favorite boys” to get to know each other and spend some “quality time” together. Sam ended up having to take a call from Torres, so he was currently pacing outside while talking to the young man.

“Excuse me?” Bucky asked, raising an eyebrow at the sharply dressed man.

“I know how you feel about Sam, Barnes,” said Blake. “And I need you to back off.”

To say Bucky was taken aback by Blake’s statement would be an understatement. He thought he hid his feelings for Sam well, but maybe he didn’t. If it was obvious to Aaron who Bucky had only met twice, then does that mean that Sam knew too? Bucky looked over at the window from where he could see Sam talking on the phone, his smile wide and bright as always.

“What? You got nothing to say for yourself?”

Bucky brought his attention back to Blake, who just glared at him. “Look, man, you had your chance. You’ve known Sam for more than half a decade and you never made a move which is on you. Now that he’s with me, you gotta let him be. Just back off.”

Bucky stayed quiet for a few moments, and just swished the beer around in its bottle. “And if I don’t?” He asked slowly. Challenge clear in his voice. He looked up to find Blake still glaring at him with those chocolate brown eyes of his.

“Then I’ll tell him how you feel about him…” That wasn’t a threat. It was a clear warning. .

“What?” All the confident facade Bucky was keeping up until now just faded away.

“And you know what will happen if I do,” Blake continued. “He will break all ties with you. You know what, that would be the best-case scenario for me. Maybe I should just tell him. That way he kicks you outta his life forever.”

Bucky’s grip tightened around the beer bottle. He was just about ready to break the bottle over Aaron Blake’s head. “You wouldn’t dare,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Wouldn’t I?” Blake scoffed. “I love this man with all my heart--”

“So you’re gonna create a wedge between him and his best friend?” Bucky asked, looking up at Blake.

“I don’t want to,” replied Blake. “Your friendship means the world to Sam. He talks about you all the time to the point where I once wondered if he had feelings for you.”

Bucky perked up at that. Could it be? Could there be a smidge of a chance that Sam felt the same way about him?

“Don’t look so hopeful, man,” Blake huffed. “He doesn’t feel the same way. He made that quite clear.”

Bucky felt his heart break at the response. Part of him already knew that Sam didn’t feel the same way, but another part of him always held out hope that maybe there was a chance.

“Look, Bucky, you’re a great guy and I don’t wanna have to ruin your friendship with Sam. So just hear me out and back off. He is my boyfriend. You are just his best friend, that’s all.”

Bucky said nothing after that. He finished his beer and just scowled at Blake in return.

“Everything okay?” Sam returned after what seemed like hours. Bucky was sure that the tension between him and Blake was so palpable that you could cut through it with a knife.

“Lisa needs me to start my shift early so I gotta go.” Bucky refused to look at Sam as he got off his barstool and made his way to the back of the bar.

He could feel Sam’s eyes on the back of his head, but he refused to look at him.

Of course, his boss didn’t need him for an early shift, but he charmed her into giving him one. She could obviously tell something was wrong, but she thankfully didn’t ask.

Sam and Blake stayed at the bar for hours, but Bucky made it a point to ignore them. They just looked so happy together and Bucky couldn’t stand it.

Bucky wasn’t sure why Sam was with this asshole. Blake was nice on the outside, but once you got to know him, he showed his true colors. But then again, maybe he wasn’t that way with Sam. Maybe he treated Sam right. Bucky could only hope that he did.

It was almost the end of his shift and almost closing time, but Sam and Blake were still at the bar, much to his surprise.

Soon Aaron got up, gave Sam a long, deep kiss, and left but not before throwing a smirk Bucky’s way. Asshole.

Bucky frowned when Sam made his way to him at the bar and sat down on the stool right in front of him.

“So what’s up?” Sam asked.

Bucky kept cleaning the glasses, although they were spotless. “What do you mean?”

“You don’t like Aaron?”

“Why wouldn’t I like Blake?” Bucky practically snarled his name.

“Well, for one, you call him Blake instead of Aaron,” Sam pointed out. “And two, you just said his name like he was an offending piece of gum on your shoe.”

Maybe because he was. Bucky wanted to say but held himself back. “Why is it so important for you I like him?”

“Because you’re my best friend and he’s my boyfriend and I want you to get along.”

“Well, you can’t always get what you want,” Bucky huffed and turned away from Sam.

“Buck…”

Bucky could hear the desperation in Sam’s voice, but he ignored it.

“Just go home, Sam. I’ll be there soon.”

“No, I’m leaving with you and we’re talking about this.”

“No, we’re not,” Bucky replied stubbornly. “Now leave, Sam. I don’t have time for this.”

“No!” Sam was as stubborn as him. “I am not going anywhere. What is wrong? Talk to me.”

“Why don’t you ask your boyfriend?”

“I did!” Sam sounded exasperated. “But he said to ask you.”

“Well, I’m telling you to ask him,” Bucky replied and tried to walk away but felt a hand on his flesh arm.

He looked up to find Sam glaring at him. “Don’t mess with me, Buck,” Sam warned. “Tell me, why don’t you like Aaron?”

Bucky easily pulled his arm out of Sam’s grip and moved around the counter to wake up the few drunkards who were left at the bar. “Come on, man, time to leave,” he told the last man and kicked him out before shutting the door behind him.

Sam was standing by the bar, watching him.

“Let me just clean up, then we can leave,” Bucky said, changing the subject. He took the last of the glasses and placed them on the counter.

“Did he do something?” Sam asked. “Or say something? He can be a bit--”

“Of an asshole? I agree,” Bucky scoffed as he started cleaning the bar.

“--opinionated,” Sam gave Bucky a pointed look, but it didn’t deter him. “But he’s a nice person. And he is most definitely not an asshole.”

“Says you.” Bucky knew he sounded like a child right now, but he didn’t care.

“What exactly did he do?” Sam threw his hands up in exasperation and got closer to Bucky.

“He said that he was going to break our friendship!” Bucky threw the rag on the bar and turned to Sam.

“And why would he do that, huh?” Sam asked. “What reason could he possibly have for breaking our friendship?”

“Why don’t you ask him?” Bucky yelled.

“Well, I’m asking you!” Sam yelled back and grabbed Bucky’s arm again.

“BECAUSE HE KNOWS I FUCKING LOVE YOU!” Before Sam even had a chance to react, Bucky pressed him against the bar and kissed him. It was a brief kiss, tender kiss, in contrast to their heated argument. It didn’t pass Bucky’s notice that Sam didn’t kiss him back, so he let him go and stepped back.

“Buck…” Sam looked shell-shocked as he touched his lips.

“Well, there it is. I love you, Sam,” he said with a shrug.

“I--” Sam started to say but Bucky interrupted him.

“You don’t. I know.” Bucky turned around to leave when Sam’s voice stopped him.

“I used to,” is what he said.

Buck whirled on him and saw Sam standing there with a sad look on his face that broke Bucky’s heart even more.

“It took me a long time to get over you, Buck. So you don’t get to drop this on me! Not now! Not when I’m with someone else,” Sam said, getting angry once again. With that, he picked up his jacket and stormed out of the bar.

“Sam!” Bucky called out, but the other man did not stop.

When Bucky finally got home, he found the apartment empty. No sign of Sam anywhere. Bucky would have panicked if he didn’t already know where Sam might have gone.

He angrily threw his jacket aside and slid down the wall, letting his tears finally flow. Looks like he didn’t need Blake to do it. He had ruined everything with Sam himself.

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shortkingvi · 3 years

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How was bumbleby's first time with a strapon?

you really do attract the energy you put out into the universe 😔😔

sxhsgvdgvsdchsdv but fine,,,,,,,,,,, i'm writing a little drabble just for u anon

edit: i was halfway through writing the first version of this and it got deleted so just know this is fuelled by SO MUCH ANGER right now

blake and yang find a... very interesting shop in vacuo and take full advantage of its wares:

Vacuo was different, that was the Yang's immediate thought when the group first made it to Shade. It was unlike any other continent she had seen; there were less rules here, less expectations, less concern for the decorum and appropriateness that had plagued them in Atlas. People were more open and free here and she understood why Sun spoke so highly of it back at Beacon. So yeah, different, but not bad, and maybe better than anywhere else Yang had seen so far.

Then again, that might have something to do with the dark haired woman to her left, currently searching through a clothing rack for a more weather appropriate pair of pants.

The island had been terrifying for all of them. Monsters, beasts, Neo, had snapped at their heels the entire time they were there. More than once, they found themselves facing down the very death they had miraculously avoided when they all fell off those narrow pathways. No one was sure if they'd make it out, and it took a toll on them all.

And yet, in the midst of the monstrous, beast-filled, Neo-ness of it all, Blake and Yang managed to find their way to each other. The island was terrifying, sure, but it had also given Yang so much at the same time. She now knew the taste of Blake's lips, the feel of her soft skin against Yang's hands, the sound of her quiet moans as Yang's fingers worked patiently inside of her.

Biting the inside of her cheek to break herself out of thoughts she most definitely should not be having in the middle of a clothing store, Yang settled her palm at the small of Blake's back, leaning in close.

"You almost done?" she whispered, her lips glancing against Blake's ear with every word. "I was thinking we could head back to the room, relax for the night."

Yang felt more than saw Blake's smirk, cheek pressed against hers in an attempt to feel every inch of her she could.

"Relax, huh?" Blake teased. "I was actually planning on getting some exercise in. A little cardio, if you're interested in helping out with that."

Nipping at Blake's ear, Yang sent her away and towards the storefront with a swat on her ass. Blake paid quickly, tossing some lien onto the counter without waiting for her change and pulling Yang out the door.

They walked through the main square quickly, tracing the increasingly familiar path back towards Shade in their haste and excitement. Yang found it hard to focus on much aside from Blake's swaying hips just a few steps ahead of her, but a brightly lit storefront suddenly caught her eye.

Yang came to a stop, reaching out and catching Blake's hand in her metal one before she could lose her in the crowd; The White Rabbit, the sign read, illuminated in neon reds and yellows. Yang studied the shop, chewing on the end of her nail as she peered through the window. It was covered by dark red velvet, hiding what was inside and making Yang want to find out.

"Yang, what are you doing?" Blake asked, squeezing her hand a couple of times to get her attention.

"Nothing, I just... I think Coco was telling me about this place. She didn't tell me what it was though, just that you and I might like it. I kinda wanna check it out."

"Yang, have you forgotten what we were all but running to go do just a minute ago?"

Yang sighed, weighing her options and somehow deciding on the one that wouldn't be getting her laid within the next half hour. "Yeah I know, but we still have plenty of time. Come on, just a quick stop. I promise I'll make it worth your while."

Looking up to the sky for a moment - probably wondering what gods had cursed her with such an infuriating girlfriend - Blake relented, letting Yang tug through the dark oak door and into the shop.

Stepping into the dimly lit space, it took Yang a moment to figure out where they were. Her first thought was that it was another clothing shop, with bras and panties and some very revealing nightwear lining the front of the store. Just as Yang turned to study the walls, she heard Blake let out a gasp and dropped her hand.

"Yang, are you kidding me? This is a sex shop!"

Feeling her face flush scarlet, Yang realized exactly what sinister trap Coco had joyfully let her walk into. Yang tried desperately to settle her eyes on something that would bring her temperature down, but it seemed that every place she looked was designed specifically to make her crave the sweet release of death.

There were things she had never seen before, in all shapes, sizes, and colours, and she didn't know where she would start even if she was familiar with... these kinds of wares.

"Blake," she started. "Nothing you can say to me in this moment will be any more torture than what I'm feeling myself. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be in the corner beating myself to death with my own arm."

Turning to finally make eye contact with her girlfriend, who she had pretending was invisible up to this moment, she found her a few paces away, studying a small bottle on a shelf.

Yang gaped. "Blake! You're browsing? Here?"

Turning to look over her shoulder, Blake bit her lip, any previous reservations she might have had completely gone, it seemed. "I mean, if we're here, and our earlier plans still stand, we might as well make the most out of an interesting situation. Look, they have flavoured lube!"

"Okay, first of all, I don't need any help getting you wet. Second, cherry is a horrible flavour. And third, you do realize Coco will never let us live this down right?"

"Relax, I wasn't buying it. And, respectfully, fuck Coco. If she wants to play ball like this, we're gonna make sure she hears it. Her room is connected to ours, isn't it?"

Running her hands over her face, Yang studied her girlfriend in disbelief. Blake was many things, but predictable was not one of them.

"Alright, fine." she said, slinging an arm over Blake's shoulder. "Lead the way, you."

Together, they walked further into the shop, waving off the clerk when she asked if they needed any help. They studied the walls, which boasted about every sex toy one could imagine. She was overwhelmed, if she was being honest, unsure where to start and not wanting to make the wrong decision for their first purchase as a couple.

Just as Yang was ready to give up and head home, make use of the hands and mouth that hadn't failed her yet, she heard Blake let out a gentle "oh!" from the next aisle over. Turning the corner, she found the dark haired girl holding a medium sized box in her hands. Yang stepped closer, hooking her chin over Blake's shoulder and peering at the words scrawled across the white surface.

Realfeel Dildo with Authentic Leather Harness, the label read. Yang's eyes widened with every word hands tightening against Blake's hips.

Finding her voice, Yang swallowed before beginning to speak. "Do you- is this the one?" Not trusting herself to say anything further, she looked to Blake for an answer.

"Yeah, I do." Blake replied, turning in Yang's grip so they were face to face. "It's... it's a strap on, but it's some new technology that'll let you feel everything that, um, that it feels."

"Oh, it'll let me feel everything? And why do you assume I'll be the one wearing it?"

"You've got the core strength for it. And you called me a pillow princess once so I'm cashing in on that, you bitch."

Laughing quietly, Yang leaned in and caught Blake's lips in a gentle kiss. They drank each other in for a few moments, box held between them as their lips moved together, not in any of the rush they were in earlier.

Pulling away from each other - it could have been seconds, minutes, hours, longer even - they shared a smile.

"Then let's get it," Yang said, taking the box from Blake. "I can't wait to fuck up Coco's night with this one."

#sorry i made it them buying their first strap and not them using it #but this just felt like the thing to write #and was very fun!#if ppl want a sequel i can do that #so lemme know if you wanna see them put it to use #also yeah i made them buy a strap with nerve transmittors #because that fucking post still sticks with me #anyways hope u enjoyed #bumbleby #bumbleby fic #girlbosssalem writes sometimes #asks #anon

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carnationcreation · 3 years

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Hi!! could you do a hunter bradley one where he is very nice and sweet to the reader who is also a ranger and whenever it’s revealed he’s one of the thunder rangers it takes her forever to forgive him when he comes back but he keeps trying to get her to forgive him and she eventually does?

thank you!

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Request: (tumblr anon) Hi!! could you do a hunter bradley one where he is very nice and sweet to the reader who is also a ranger and whenever it’s revealed he’s one of the thunder rangers it takes her forever to forgive him when he comes back but he keeps trying to get her to forgive him and she eventually does? Thank you!

Prompt/summary: Hunter tries to make things right with the girl he hurt

Word Count: 1,012

A/N: I'm so sorry this is pretty short, schools been kinda crazy! But I hope you enjoy :)

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For a moment, I wanted to believe I was hallucinating.

I wanted to believe that the two thunder rangers weren’t in front of me, and that one of them wasn’t the same guy that had brought me a flower last week to my workplace. The same guy who I was supposed to go on a date with.

The same guy who had stolen my sensei.

Even after we got sensei back, even after Hunter and Blake both promised that they would fight with us instead of against us, the pain of the betrayal still stung.

It was hard to handle. Every time I would see him I would get myself out of the situation as fast as I could to avoid looking him in the eye. But he was starting to get harder to avoid.

Thinking back on every single day we spent together, every single compliment and smile he threw my way stung.

I really thought he liked me, and that he wasn't just using me to get close to the rangers.

Hayley had hired the brothers to work at the shop. The same shop I worked at and spent most of my free time at. The thought of spending most of my shift in the same building as him made me sick to my stomach, but I knew I needed to stomach it for today.

Hayley asked me to manage the newest shipment of helmets and make sure everything was properly stocked for the week. I sighed as I opened the door to the shop, walking over to the radio to let music fill the empty store.

A tap on my shoulder made me jump, lifting my hand up to slap the hand away.

“Ow!”

I glared, “What are you doing here Hunter?”

“I… was scheduled to work today. Hayley said something about unloading a shipment-”

“I’m doing that today,” I huffed, “Don’t you have repairs to work on or something?”

Hunter rolled his eyes, “No… and we really have to make up if we’re going to be on the same team-”

I felt my eyes prick with tears, I didn’t even let him finish as I spun on my heel to head to the stockroom. The feeling of my chest tightening made me feel panicked. Panicked over the fact he had that much of an effect on me.

“(Y/n), we really need to talk about this.”

I huffed, “What is there to talk about? That you lied to me and you’re hiding a bunch of secrets from the person you wanted to date-”

“I never meant to hurt you,” he said softly.

“Well you did,” I bit back.

“Can you please forgive me?” Hunter reached out and took my hand gently.

I pulled my hand back to my side, “Maybe, but right now it still hurts.”

Hunter didn’t say anything else as we silently unloaded and stocked the shipment.

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The next few days I avoided him. Training felt so suffocating. I stayed focused on the exercise and when I was done I left as soon as I could. Luckily no attacks had happened for almost two days so the Rangers and I were able to rest for our next battle. Everyone seemed to notice me drifting farther and farther away from the people I used to call my family, my best friends.

“(Y/n), you should really hear him out.”

I huffed, throwing another punch at her she blocked effortlessly, “I did. And he never truly apologized.”

“Did he really get the chance to? You’ve been avoiding him all week.” She said.

She had a point, I sighed and dropped my fighting stance to put my hands on my hips.

Tori dug into her pocket, pulling out a note she put into my hand, “He asked me to give this to you. Just at least go hear him out. He hasn’t been the same since you started ignoring him.”

I looked down at the small piece of paper in my hand as Tori left me alone in Ninja Ops.

Meet me at our spot at 6:30, please I need to tell you something -H

I knew exactly where he meant. Our spot near the ocean.

It couldn’t hurt, maybe he had something he wanted to say after all.

~~~

The rock was a special spot for the both of us. Before, we had sat here listening to the sound of the water crashing onto the shore, talking until the sun dipped below the horizon. I hadn’t been here since he had revealed himself as the crimson ranger.

I checked my watch.

6:43

I glanced around. Hoping to see any sign of the blond before I decided to call it a night and head home. Where was he? He was the one that wanted to talk to me.

Finally after a few minutes I decided to walk back to my car, I slipped down off the boulder before heading back up the bank.

“(Y/n)!”

Finally.

Hunter caught up to me on the beach, his jersey was torn and covered in dirt and sand. In his hand was a beat up bouquet of flowers he held out to me with a nervous smile, “These… were supposed to be for you. I kinda crashed on the way here. That’s why I was late and why these look so terrible-”

I smiled gently and took the bundle of pink roses, “They’re lovely. Thank you.”

“I’m really sorry. For everything.”

“I know,” I nodded, “I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you.”

Hunter put his hands in his pockets nervously, “I understand why, I know I really hurt you.”

I looked up at him, seeing his eyes full of sincerity.

“If you would let me, I wanna make it up to you. Can we start over?”

I smiled, taking his hand gently, “I don’t think I could ever stay mad at you.”

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echoalyssa · 3 years

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Hi! I wanted to ask you if you could rewrite the Cheating Chase request a made a little time ago but with Jaden with the reader being famous just like him and the whole situation havin' an impact on internet and with their (shared) friends or you could write a part 2 for Cheating Chase request but only if it's not gonna bother you in any way...

❤Thank you!❤I LOVE YOUR WRINTTING❤

Warnings: Some naughty time is inferred in this!

Jaden’s music is pounding through his surround sound speaker system. He’s throwing another party. One of his signatures. Bryce is chanting “Shots shots shots!”

Jaden’s busy making out with his girl. He’s got her pressed against a wall.

“Wanna ditch my own party?” He murmurs into her ear.

She giggles and begins to lead his girlfriend to his bedroom. A girl bumps into his shoulder hard but he barely notices, just continues steering his girlfriend to his room.

When they’re done and getting dressed he wonders where his phone has gone. It had been in his back pocket before...

A knock on the door startles him. It’s the girl who had bumped into him earlier. At least he thinks it was. He’s really not sure. He doesn't look at anyone who isn't his girl.

“You dropped this. Bryce said you were up here.”

Jaden vaguely notes her creepy smile but quickly forgets once his phone is back and his girl calls for him.

~~~ You’re barely home from Jaden’s party when your phone begins to blow up. IT vibrates almost continually, calls and texts filling up the screen. All want you to check Jaden’s instagram.

You plop down on the couch and answer the call from Mads, your best friend.

“Have you checked!?” She shrieks, loud enough that you have to take the phone off of speaker-phone for a second.

“I’m checking now! But what can possibly be so urg-”

No. This can’t be right... it can’t... there, one of his most recent posts, theres no way.

It’s a set of nudes, captioned ‘my beautiful baby girl’ with a kissy face emoji. Except.. those aren't your nudes which means... not that you'd want your nudes posted but...

Mads, taking your silence as an answer whispers, “Y/N I am so sorry.”

You can't speak, your fingers go numb. Your phone falls from your grip and clatters as it hits the floor and bounces.

Mads is speaking but you can't hear her. Your heart feels like its beating a mile a minute.

There had to be some sort of explanation, if you just called him he would be able to clear this up. Right? Right!?

So you pick up your phone, Mads is saying that she’ll make the friend group unfollow him. You excuse yourself, hang up, and dial Jaden. It rings, and rings, and rings, Then, “Hey it’s Jaden. Hit me up later!”

You try again. And again. And again. You get his voicemail every time.

Somehow you’re all the emotions at once. You pull up his instagram, and this time your notice your name is no longer in his bio the way it had been for so long.

‘That’s it.’ You think.

You unfollow him on instagram, remove his name from your own bio, and delete all the pictures of the two of you together.

Then you go to Snapchat and un-add him. His contact gets deleted, you unfollow him on twitter and delete his face from your camera roll.

Satisfied as you can be, you fall into bed and let the tears come.

~~~

By the early afternoon of the next day the gossip is at full roar. You venture on to youtube, and right there, the first video you see is by ‘annaoop’ who is almost the most well known gossip youtube channel focusing on tiktokers.

‘Jaden Hossler cheats on Y/N L/N’ the title reads. Something within you compels you to click on it.

Her voice rings, talking about ‘tea’. She shows the censored versions of the pictures from his instagram. They’re basically just one blurred skin colored square.

“How dare he? He hasn’t commented on it at all... Y/N deleted photos of the two of them such as this one from their trip to Bondi Beach.”

The series of photos she displays make your heart clench. ‘Annaoop’ then begins to pull up the followers page on Jaden’s instagram.

She informs you and the rest of her viewers that Mads, Nessa, Thomas, Petrou, Chase Hudson, Charli, Mia, and others have unfollowed Jaden’s instagram, and sided with you.

From the way she narrates you can tell she’s on your ‘side’. Apparently, Bryce has unfollowed you and written on his Twitter that Jaden would not be making a statement until he talked to you. Except he wasn't even trying to talk to you.

Your fans are going after Jaden, and from the screenshots some are getting ruthless. Some fans have even jumped ship from Jaden to you.

And then theres the die hard Jaden fans of his that are trashing you for not being good enough to him. It had already been established that it wasn't your body because it had a tattoo that you didn't.

Your phone is still blowing up but you don't truly want to talk about it. So instead you post a statement to your instagram and twitter.

‘I haven’t been able to reach Jaden. We are no longer together because of the incident. Just because this happened does not mean I want or condone you attacking him or any of his friends and family. I love y'all and I will be okay <3 Y/N.’

No sooner than you had posted the statements, theres a loud pounding at your door. Very reluctantly, you open it.

It’s Nessa, she rushes in gushing. “Jaden’s coming here. I heard from Josh who heard from Blake, who heard from-”

“Nessa!” You interrupt, “When?”

“Well you know how bad at math I am but hypothetically, I mean technically he should be here soon!”

And as if right on cue, there’s the sound of your doorbell followed by rapid knocking by a heavier hand.

“I’ll go out the back door so he doesn't see me. Good luck, I love you! Call me if you need anything!” She gives you a quick and fleeting hug and then darts off.

He’s still pounding at your door. And having no other choice, you let him in. As soon as you do he's speaking so quickly that you can barely understand him.

“Y/Nwhyhaventyoubeenansweringmeivebeencallingandcallingandcallingyouandyouhaventansweredandisawyourannouncementthatwerebrokenup-”

“Did you also happen to see the pictures you posted on your instagram?” You cross your arms.

“Ofcoursebutisweartoyouandeverythingreally-”

“Slow down or we can’t have a conversation Jaden.”

He gives you one sharp nod and takes a few big breaths. “Do you remember at my party when I got knocked by some girl?”

You frown, “No, and I don’t see what that has to do with anything.”

“Well, thats the thing. It was orchestrated to look inconspicuous. She must have taken my phone then because after we were alone... y’know... well she showed up. Gave me my phone claiming I dropped it and Bryce told her where to find me except he didn't. She’s been stalking me Y/N. That’s how she found my room, knew my password. You know I have more respect for women than to post their nudes. You have to believe me! She blocked you from my phone, thats why nothing went through!”

It made sense... and you should believe him but what if he was just a really good liar? So many people were involved in your relationship and now this drama. You’d always tried to keep the private details of your life well... private. But life in the spotlight often prevented that. Maybe the damage had been done. Maybe it was too late. You just didn't know.

“I need to think about it Jaden.”

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