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badasgirl · 7 months

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oh you want me so bad

bada lee x fem!reader

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bada had the longest day of her life and she needs her girlfriend immediately. you just happen to be the best girlfriend in the world and you let bada do whatever she wants.

genre: established relationship, smut, fluff, slight humor maybe ?

warnings: this specific work is 18+, so ageless blogs/underaged blogs who interact will be blocked, reader is somewhat shorter than bada, reader is called bunny a lot, CLINGY!BADA, no caps on purpose (booo ik terrible grammar).

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smut warnings: dom!bada x sub!reader (sorry i’m weak 🧎‍♀️), making out, fingering, bada with the STRAP, marks, crying but it’s good tears?

author’s note: this was not proofread and i was fighting for my life today so please be easy on me. i combined two reqs for this, so thank you to the anon for this request!! reqs are now CLOSED, but please be patient i’ll open them back up soon enough :)) 🎀.

word count: ~2.4k

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today was a long day for bada. first, she woke up at the ass crack of dawn, 6:00 a.m., to get ready for street woman fighter filming. she eventually met up with her crew before going into the building to film around 8:00 a.m. filming for the show wasn’t easy however, bada was stressed the entire time. she went through a good 15 different emotions every hour. luckily, she was able to push through thanks to the thought of coming home to you. after the 10 hours of filming were over around 6:00 p.m., she immediately had to catch a taxi and hurry over to justjerk studio to teach a class in an hour. she was beat, but the girl loved dancing more than anything.

the whole day all she could think about was you, her pretty girlfriend. you flooded her mind any time she tried to think of anything or anyone else. she missed you so bad, all she wanted to do was kiss you, mark up your pretty body, and maybe make you scream her name til your throat was raw, you know just cute things!

after bada was finished teaching, she thanked all of her students before grabbing her bag and running out of the studio. she took a taxi back to your shared apartment and couldn’t help but to get excited about seeing you. while yes she had constantly been texting you all day, it had been hours without seeing you and if bada’s being real with herself, she can usually only go a good 10 minutes without you before getting “y/n deprived” as she calls it.

she paid the taxi driver once they reached the apartment complex and thanked him for the ride. bada was very tall so, of course she used her long legs to her advantage and she ran into the complex and got in the elevator quickly, she needed you really bad. she eventually reached the door of the specific apartment and typed in the passcode—your anniversary date—as quickly as she could.

you heard the passcode being typed in and you immediately got up from your place on the couch. you knew it was your lovely girlfriend coming home, so you went to the door to greet her. once she finally got in, bada threw her bag to the side as she saw you standing their waiting for her with a bright smile. you instantly ran up to her and wrapped your arms around her waist, hugging her tightly. she returned your hug quickly, wrapping her arms around your body.

“i missed you so much bunny, i thought i was going to die” bada said dramatically while fake crying to emphasize how miserable she was without you. you giggled at your girlfriend’s actions before pulling away from the hug so you could look at her pretty face that you missed.

“i missed you too you big puppy” you joked with her while reaching up to ruffle her hair. you just thought she was the cutest when she was acting clingy and missing you. unfortunately for you though, you didn’t know what truly was going on in bada’s mind at that current moment.

bada finally registered what you were wearing once you pulled away from the hug; you were in her oversized t-shirt with your hair tied up. you didn’t even bother putting on pants because the length of the shirt covered your ass just enough. bada however could immediately tell you didn’t have any on and that sent her right back to the thoughts she was having earlier.

you noticed bada just staring down at you not saying anything, just slightly biting her lip. you chuckled to yourself as you realized exactly what she was thinking. your girlfriend was so easy to read. you knew exactly when she was happy, upset, feeling clingy, and especially when she was feeling needy.

“ohhh you want me sooo bad…” you dragged out your words as you took your right pointer finger and dragged it across her jaw. you attempted to tease her knowing how that works her up easily and oh did it work.

bada easily grabbed your waist with her large hands and turned you so quickly before you knew it, she threw you against the wall. carefully though, as her priority was to make sure you were never hurt. you looked up at the tall girl smirking up at her enjoying the close proximity between you two.

“of course i want you sooo bad bunny” bada mocked your tone of voice and choice of words from earlier. bada then moved her head to be right by your ear before whispering so close to your ear you could feel her lips move.

“don’t be fucking stupid now, i’m crazy over you” bada whispered with seductively with authority. your breath hitched as you heard her voice in your ear. of course you loved to tease bada, but you knew at the end of the day she had complete control over you.

bada moved her head back to look you dead in the eyes. she bit her lip at how submissive you looked already, she loved the effect she had on you. she took one of her hands that rested on your waist and moved it to grip your chin gently. she pecked your lips softly to tease you and you immediately wanted more whining at the fact all she did was peck you.

the taller girl chuckled as she said “good to see you’re just as needy as i am bunny, now will you be my good girl and ride me tonight?” you quickly nodded your head looking up at bada.

“yes yes i’ll do anything for you bada” you said desperately. bada barely even did anything and you were already desperately needy and ready to be at her service all night.

bada smiled at you before taking your hand in hers and leading you to your shared bedroom. she immediately got to work taking off both of your clothes, she honestly needed you so bad that she didn’t want to waste time with clothes. once you both were naked, she guided you to lay down on the bed and she began to place herself above you, legs in between each other’s. the girl then began to kiss you deeply. you sighed contently and kissed her back just as deeply. your kisses with her were filled with passion and need for the other. bada began to bite and suck on your bottom lip, loving the feeling. god she loved kissing you, she almost didn’t stop until she felt you begin to grind yourself against her leg that was placed between your heat. she could feel how wet you already were from just the teasing earlier and kissing.

bada reluctantly pulled herself away as she got off the bed to grab her strap from the closet. you whined her name as she left, not wanting to spend a moment away from her. you couldn’t see it, but she silently laughed at your whining as she was getting herself ready. she came back with the strap fully attached to her and you couldn’t look away, she looked so enticing with that giant piece of silicone strapped to her beautiful body. the sight made you weak in the knees and you almost started whining again, however bada was quickly back on the bed and already tracing her fingers across your inner thighs. she then made you spread your legs open so she could have full access.

“you’re already so wet bunny, still have to make sure you can take me though…” she trailed off as she looked at your pretty soaking wet cunt. she took her fingers and gave you time to relax as she immediately slipped two inside of you. you whimpered at the feeling as bada was giving you no mercy. she fucked you quickly with her two fingers before adding a third one and curling up. the girl already had you seeing stars and she was just prepping you. she kept hitting that spot that made you crazy, you whined out to her as you were feeling too good.

“b-bada i’m going to come if you keep doing that, you should s-stop” you struggled to tell her between your labored breaths and high pitched whines. she looked at you as she continued to finger you at a quick pace. she actually needed you to come so you could be extra ready for her.

“who said i didn’t want you to? come for me y/n, come all over my fingers you needy little bunny” bada commanded, her voice dripping with lust. you immediately came around her fingers as you moaned out her name. she pulled out her fingers slowly and looked at you in your eyes as she used your cum to coat her strap. your eyes could barely leave the sight of how good she looked doing that. how is it possible that bada is able to look so attractive doing anything? the girl in question then got herself on the bed and laid down.

bada looked over at you and told you “now get on top and ride bunny.” that’s all you had to hear for you to immediately straddle her. you grabbed the now wet silicone and lined it up with your entrance. you slowly began to sink down on it, you couldn’t help but to moan at finally feeling full again. you loved when bada pulled out her strap because it let you feel even closer to her. once you were sat down fully on the 6 inches of silicone, bada moved her hands to grip your hips so tightly that you could definitely feel her nails dig into your skin. there were definitely going to be marks, but that was your favorite part. you smiled at your girlfriend as you began to move slowly. you ground your hips around in circles, lifting up every once in a while enjoying the pleasure it gave you.

bada looked up at how beautiful you looked as you rode the hell out of her. your hair starting to get loose, your boobs bouncing at every movement you made, your cute face scrunching up in pleasure, and the pretty sounds that left your mouth sent bada into heaven. she honestly could get off to your voice only, she probably has. every now and then, bada too would let out soft whimpers and moans as the friction from the strap was stimulating her clit.

“god baby you’re so fucking perfect like this, i could come just from having you ride me like this fuck-“ bada said somewhat breathlessly.

as you kept riding her, she kept getting closer and closer. both of you were so close to coming and bada could tell. the dominant girl pushed you down by your hips to keep you fully down on her strap. she didn’t allow you to move up and down anymore, you were only allowed to grind yourself into her.

“that’s my good girl, use those hips- fuck fuck you’re so good” bada praised you as she threw her head back in pleasure, bottom lip in between her teeth as she attempted to have some control over the noises that left her body. it didn’t work very well though because you could hear her moan deeply and it only turned you on more.

you began to cry from the immense amount of pleasure, the whole room was filled with sounds of your wet pussy, skin slapping, and both of your moans. bada smirked seeing you cry because her, because of the pleasure she was able to give you. you were at your limit as you continued to move your hips quickly.

“ a-ah gonna come, bada please fuck can i please?” you begged her not wanting to orgasm without her permission. hearing you beg is what sent bada over the edge, you don’t know how but her grip on you managed to tighten even more.

“i’m going to come too bunny, come with me like the good girl you are yeah? mine, you’re my good girl” bada babbled as she felt her orgasm approach. you cried out with a loud scream of her name as you came first. you shook violently on top of her as your orgasm ran through you and bada immediately came after seeing that. she moaned out a string of curse words mixed with your name.

once you both came down from your high, bada managed to move you off of her strap and her. you whined slightly feeling the silicone leave your body, but bada hushed you while praising you for doing so well and kissing your forehead. she laid you down next to her before stripped herself from the strap. she tossed it to the side quickly and then turned to her side to cuddle you and hold you closely. you felt so tired yet in a state of bliss and happiness after everything. the best part was being with your girlfriend afterwards as she clung onto you.

“baby as much as i love cuddling we should sho-“ you were cut off by bada whining dramatically. you chuckled at her childish actions before turning your body in her arms to face her. she looked down at you with puppy eyes and a giant pout on her face. right now, she didn’t want to spend a single moment without you in her arms.

“just 5 minutes please y/n? just cuddles for 5 minutes then i guess we can shower…” bada attempted to negotiate with you. she’s so lucky you’re in love with her because you of course agreed to her silly little deal. she squealed with happiness as she held you closer once you agreed. neither of you could stop smiling at the other, safe to say you both were very in love.

“i love you my sea” you said to bada softly, voice filled with nothing but love and admiration for your girlfriend.

“i love you most my bunny” she replied back while placing a soft kiss on top of your head.

#bada lee #bada lee x reader #bada lee fluff #bada lee smut #bada x reader #swf 2 #swf2 #bada lee x fem reader #bada lee fic #bada lee imagine #bada imagine #gxg #gxg fluff #gxg smut #gxg imagine #gxg scenarios

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dragonmama76 · 9 months

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Beginnings

Part One Interlude Part Two Part Three

As Eddie held the broken bottle against Steve’s neck, Steve was preternaturally calm. If asked, he would explain that he had been expecting this for years. Today was the day that Eddie Munson was finally going to kill him. He had fought monsters human and decidedly not human, but he always knew deep down that Eddie Munson would be the one to finally end it all.

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Eddie Munson was a late bloomer and spent his freshman year scrawny and shy. It didn’t help that he was into all kinds of nerd stuff and got bullied relentlessly. He fancied himself a keen observer of people, though, and over the summer he plotted out a multi step plan to survive high school like it was one of the Dungeons & Dragons campaigns he loved to create.

First, he spent the summer getting stronger. He didn’t work out exactly, but he was able to get a summer job as a house painter and by the end he was hauling paint cans up and down ladders like it was nothing. It also didn’t hurt that puberty finally kicked in and he grew almost a foot.

Next, he used his newfound cash to update his wardrobe. Instead of trying to compete with the preppy jocks who tormented him, he went the other way. He scoured the thrift shops for as much black as he could find and rounded it out with t-shirts from his favorite metal bands. Black work boots, chains, and a pocket knife became his standard accessories and when Wayne took him to Indy before the start of school he scored a black leather jacket at a nicer second hand store. Freshman orientation was coming and it would be time to put the final parts of his plan into motion.

The day the freshman came to tour the high school and get their schedules, Eddie was ready. He leaned against a tree watching the new kids coming and going. There were a few he clocked as fellow outcasts and nerds and took note. He would approach them carefully when school started for real. But at that moment he was waiting for something special. And then it happened. A group of three teens made their way to the gym doors, two boys and a girl, dressed like money grew on trees. One of the boys was taller, more confident, with impeccably styled hair, and best of all, he carried a basketball like he knew what to do with it. Target acquired.

Steve Harrington’s stomach was all tied up in knots. He was nervous to be finally starting high school. Tommy H. and Carol were chattering away but he couldn’t even hear them over the sound of his racing thoughts. His dad had made it clear what he expected from Steve’s high school career and what the consequences would be if he didn’t follow through. He doesn’t know what the hell he is doing, but at least maybe if followed his dad’s plan he would finally be proud of him. So he kept his head held high and imagined himself to be that guy. Fake it ‘til you make it, right? As he reached the gym door he felt eyes on him and glanced over to see the prettiest guy he had ever seen watching him. As their eyes met, the boy scowled at him. Steve winced and stumbled through the door. What could he possibly have done to piss that guy off already? “Not a good start, Steve,” he thought as the trio entered the school.

Steve’s first few weeks of high school would have been pretty great if it wasn’t for his personal bully. He landed a spot on the varsity basketball team, his teachers were nice enough to explain things twice if he had a question, and even though Tommy H. and Carol were officially dating now, they still included him in almost everything they did. But when he was walking by himself in the halls, that older kid was always there either glaring or smirking at him. He actually outright tripped him twice, once into a row of lockers. Steve apologized at first, thinking maybe he had been at fault for bumping into him or something, but the guy had laughed at him and made some comment about dumb jocks better watch out. Steve didn’t want to push back. No matter what personal philosophy his dad ascribed to, Steve didn’t think violence was the answer. He quickly figured out that the guy only seemed to target him when he was alone, though, so Steve started asking some of the girls in his classes if he could walk them to their next class. They seemed to like that, and Steve was getting tired of being a third wheel all the time, so he asked a few out on double dates with his friends. At least his dad would be happy, Steve was already getting a reputation as a ladies man.

Eddie was having the best year ever. Training this jock to be afraid of him, instead of the other way around, was a treat. Eddie wasn’t a bad kid. If anyone had called him out on bullying he would have been shocked. This was a preemptive strike. This was the ultimate battle of nerd versus jock. This was war. And Eddie was winning. You didn’t have to be a genius to see that this Steve kid was asking for it. His attitude, his clothes, his HAIR, and his, not at all surprising to Eddie, wild success with the female population of Hawkins High all confirmed that he needed to be taken down a peg. And in the meantime, Eddie had gathered a crew of freshman nerds to spend time with and mold in his image. He only needed one more element to complete his campaign against the jocks of Hawkins: A public confrontation.

Steve was starting to become complacent. His plan to never be alone was working and while the scary kid following him around continued to make his presence known, at least he wasn’t pushing him anymore. So he thought. Except one afternoon in the cafeteria Steve’s luck ran out. He had been balancing his tray on one hand while escorting his most recent conquest with the other when something slammed into him upending the tray of spaghetti. Tears filled his eyes as the noise around him dimmed. Why was this happening to him? He tried to be nice to everyone. He didn’t start fights or talk shit about people, even when Carol was at her bitchiest. Why couldn’t he just fly under the radar? As he looked up to see all eyes on him, the only noise that registered was the loud cackle from the boy next to him. “I thought you jocks had better balance than that,” sneered his bully. All the blood in his body seemed to rush to his head and he tried to stay calm, but when he glanced over and saw Lila covered in sauce something snapped.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Steve shouted.

“Me?” challenged the boy, “Not my fault you’re as clumsy as all get out.”

Steve didn’t like to fight, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t. He pushed the taller boy and advanced on him fists clenched tight. When he got close, a low voice rumbled, “I wouldn’t do that if I was you,” as the kid opened his jacket to reveal a knife clenched in his other hand. Steve’s eyes were wide as he backed away. “You’re a fucking freak, you know that? Leave me alone! And leave my friends alone!” Steve was just posturing at this point, but he kept a healthy distance between them since he sure as hell wasn’t getting in a knife fight, even if they were surrounded by spectators.

“I AM a freak, and don’t any of you forget it!” the boy shouted, “And you’d better be afraid if you know what’s good for you.”

Just then the doors opened and the vice principal walked in.

“Problems?” he demanded sternly.

“No, sir,” Steve backed down completely. “No problems here.”

“What about you, Munson?” a steely glare was directed at his adversary.

“No problemo. I was just apologizing to King Steve here for bumping into him.” The boys separated and Steve escorted Lila to their table, offering to grab extra napkins and helping to calm her down.

“Nice going, King Steve,” Tommy H. cackled as they sat down. “Have you ever, just once, won a fight?”

“Shut it, Tommy.” Steve replied, “You didn’t see it. That freak actually had a knife. Stay away from him, he’s crazy and I dunno why but he hates me.” No one commented when his voice broke at those last words. “I think you were very brave,” whispered Lila and Steve suddenly felt a little better.

While Steve had beat a hasty retreat, Eddie sauntered over to his usual lunch table with his freshman friends and held his head high. He could feel the guarded looks and shot a feral grin to a group of kids who dared make eye contact. It was the best day of Eddie’s life so far. He had sealed his reputation as a dangerous freak and he intended to own it every day for the rest of high school. It would keep his little nerds and outcasts safe, even if he had to keep up the act for the next few years.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #part one?#let me know if I should keep going for part two

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inf3ct3dd · 9 months

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HOT TO GO!

warnings: gay ppl (ewwww omg 🙄🙄)

authors note: im a sucker for a barista au, what can i say 😕 also im obsessed w this song rn

5,6,5-6-7-8!

you started prepping the coffee beans, pouring them into a large class container while you moved your head back and forth, music blasting through your headphones.

you loved working the opening shift. most people definitely would not, but giving that you had an insane sleep schedule and were already awake at 4am, you decided to take it.

your favorite part? you worked by yourself.

you had always loved doing weird shit in your room. acting out fake scenarios, having fake concerts, dancing around to music, girly shit!!! but having a roommate, a very reserved quiet girl named amy who went to sleep at 9pm every night (weirdoooo…) you didn’t have very much…freedom.

but the opening shift? you could be as weird as you wanted to. it was basically like your room, if your room was a coffee shop.

you walked into the supply room, still dancing around to your music. you were grabbing random milks and flavorings to bring back to the front, when you started singing into one of the milk containers as you walked back.

you set it down in its proper place, now spinning yourself around and checking that everything was in its place. you bounced on your feet, music still blaring in your ears.

“H-O-T-T-O-G-O U CAN TAKE ME HOT TO GO!”

you suddenly had a background in cheer, singing along to the chant in the song and shaping your arms into the letters, adding in your own random choreography you made up.

you look at the clock, reading [4:45 AM], indicating you’ll be opening soon.

most people didn’t show up til at least 5:30, so you knew you had nothing to worry about, deciding to make yourself a drink.

well, what you cant see cant hurt you, right?

a girl approached the glass entrance of the coffee shop, stopping to read the hours.

you were still lost in your own world, mixing your chai latte while dancing and singing behind the counter. you were very into it, committing to the fake choreo you made yourself for the chorus. you mixed your chai and oat milk together, shaking them in the mixing cup while moving your hips back and forth and switching sides with the cup you were shaking.

the girl quickly noticed you, and a smile crept onto her face as she watched you move around. you didn’t notice her at all, still lost in your musical barista-ing.

you effortlessly scooped some ice into your cup, pouring the latte over it and putting a cap on. you’re moving in an almost perfect rhythm, your movements matching the beats of the song. a cheesy smile is plastered as you finish, drawing a smiley-face on your cup before taking a sip.

you look up to the clock, seeing its now 5:00, and you have to move the “open” sign. you take a sip of your drink first, closing your eyes in contentment as you taste it.

“perfect!”

the girl is still looking at you through the glass, enamored by how happy you are at 5 in the morning. you completely contrasted her. your bright sweater under your overalls, curls pulled up into a high ponytail, and glasses now sitting low on your nose seemed to fit your personality (or her rough impression of it from staring at you for five minutes) perfectly. she almost wishes you don’t notice her, you seem so in your element.

her wishes are not obeyed, as you look over at the door and lock eyes with her almost immediately, slightly jumping at her sudden presence and the fact that she was most definitely staring at you.

how long has she been there….

you lower your headphones onto your neck, music still leaking through.

you look at the girl for a second, taking in her features (or what you can see from across the cafe), and the main note you got was gay.

and kinda hot.

she had redish-brown hair, cut into a mullet stopping at the bottom of her neck. her jade-green eyes were staring right at you, and they perfectly complimented the brown freckles adorning her face. she had layered a dark grey long sleeve with a black band tee, with a pair of greyish-blue jeans and some seriously fucked up converse.

you quickly snap out of your daze, setting your drink down and walking over to the door. you flip the open sign over so it reveals the “open” side to the people entering, and unlock the door for the girl.

“sorry for the uh…wait? i dunno how long you were out there.”

she lightly giggles before walking into the store.

“yeah, you seemed like you were having a good time.”

you offer a laugh in response, walking behind the order counter.

she definitely saw me.

“you know what you want?”

you slightly wince at your words, feeling not very customer-service-y. your nerves were getting the best of you.

“hm…i dunno, whats that?”

ellie gestures towards your drink.

“my favorite! its just a chai latte, but i put oat milk and brown sugar syrup!”

you smile, content with your reply. it clearly rubs off on the brunette, as she smiles back at you.

“does it come with a performance?”

you roll your eyes at her response, laughing slightly.

“nah, gotta pay extra for that.”

you type her order into the cashier, still smiling.

“how much?” she jokingly asks, making the both of you giggle.

you look down at her hands on the counter , fingers slightly tapping it, the sound of her silver rings hitting it quietly repeating.

those are some homosexual hands.

“can i get that hot though? my professors classroom’s fuckin freezing.”

you laugh again, giving her a nod and changing the order in the system.

“is that it, window stalker?”

she chuckles at you.

“should be, twinkle toes.”

you roll your eyes at her, grabbing a cup and your pen.

“you got a real name, or should i just put that?”

“ellie. do you have a real name?”

you give her your name, writing hers down on the cup, along with a heart and some sparkles.

she repeats your name, nodding before paying and leaning on the counter of the pickup area.

you make her drink, still moving around a bit as you make it. you cant help it!!! you’re happyyyy :))

ellies really taking the stalker thing to heart, trying her hardest not to stare. but she CANT, you just look too perfect to not admire. shes never seen someone this giddy at work.

you decide to make a simple heart design with the milk, expertly pouring it into a perfect shape.

you proudly walk over to the pickup area, setting the drink down in front of you.

“here.”

you slide the drink in front of her, a proud smile plastered on your face.

she stares at the drink, face practically lighting up.

“wow, all this for me?”

she says, fake shocked.

a heart? is this how baristas flirt?

“cute drink for a cute girl.”

you look back at her, and see her features overcome by a slight red tint.

she smiles back at you, taking the cup into her hands and turning it over to see her name on the side, adorned with hearts and sparkles. adorable.

without a second thought you walk over to your cashier station. ellies shocked by your sudden disappearance, and slightly disappointed. but she cheers up when she sees you’re writing something down.

you walk back over to her, number in hand, and a cheesy grin on your face.

“here. so you don’t have to sit outside and stare at me anymore.”

she graciously accepts the paper, putting it in her pocket.

“who said this is gonna stop me? i enjoyed the show.”

#ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie x y/n #ellie williams x you #ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us #tlou fanfiction #tlou x reader #gay ppl #barista #fluff :))#sierra being sappy #oneshot #ellie williams fanfic

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teddybeartoji · 26 days

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let me tell u this idea i have of going to the club with bestie!roomie!toji

you're all comfy in his lap, back against his broad chest, in a private booth (thank you shiu) while the others in the group are busy drinking or on the dance floor. but you are more than content with just staying with toji. the way his hand strokes up and down your back, occasionally, going over your hip and playfully squeezing your ass as he feigns innocence !!

trying to get him back by teasing him, pouting as you tell him that you want his opinion on this new outfit you bought bc you don't know if the color fits you. and he does NOT expect to see you open a picture of you posing in the mirror in cute pink lingerie that hugs you in all the right places. “i like this one, the pink set was so pretty, but i dunno if i like it on me,” you hum

toji is losing his fucking MIND right now, his arms gripping you tighter as he lets out a heavy sigh at the view. he doesn't even get a chance to say anything before you're swiping to the left and you grow a little shy, giving a fake little 'woops'

instead of a picture, it’s a fucking video. a video of you fucking yourself with a toy playing on the screen angled so only he could see!! the volume is low so only you both can hear it and toji can HEAR the wet gushing of your pussy, creaming around the toy as you moaned and begged oh so cutely. “aww...toji, I couldn’t even get the toy all the way in,” you whine. “only got it halfway…”

its taking everything in him not to just fuck you right now, to show you he'd make sure you'd be able to get cock in you all the way. "kook at my best girl, so fuckin' desperate and needy," he hums, resting his chin on your shoulder as he watches the video. "tsk, tsk, tsk...poor think, y'should be filled up properly, hm? stretched on my cock til you're taking all of it...i'd make sure ya cream for real, baby doll."

“i wanted t’ send this to you, wanted you t’ see it and tell you t’ come help me get it in me,” you pouted, leaning into him. "plus, when it feels too good i can't help but run away from it, and it makes it sooo hard t' cum, tojiiiii....you wouldn' let me run from it, right, big guy?"

the way you look at him over your shoulder with those pretty eyes that just scream mischief..."mmn, you should've. i would've come over right away. make sure we get some cock into ya like y'need it. stretch you out niiiiice and good, get m'cock into that tight, pretty pussy of yours...like the good best friend i am," he purrs, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

yeah im insane !!!!

LUNARRRR WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU I WANT YOU SO BAD WHEN I TELL YOU THAT MY EYES POPPED OUT OF MY HEAD I MEAN THAT I HAD TO FUCKING LOOK FOR THEM IN THE DARK BEFORE I COULD DO ANYTHING ELSE RAAAAHHHHHHH

THIS IS SO FUCKING HOT LUNAR I NEED TO MAKEOUT WITH YOU ASAP. FIRST OF ALL THE LINGERIE??????????????????? GODDDDDDDDDDDDDD IT'S SOOFUCKING PRETTY TOJI IS A STRONG STRONG MAN FOR NOT FOLDING IMMEDIATELY BC WTF. OMFG AND I LOOOOOVE THE TOUCHING FUCK IT'S SO HOT LIKE YEAH I WANNA SIT ON HIS LAP AND I WANT HIM TO SQUEEZE MY ASSS AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHSTOP THIS MADNESS RIGHT NOW

WHEN HE RESTS HIS HEAD ON YOUR SHOULDER????????????????????????????????????????? I DIED. I DIED I DIED I DIED. THE CLOSENESS IS DRIVING ME INSANE ACTUALLY LUNAR I REALLY DO NEED TO BITE YOU OR SOMETHING YOU'RE SO SEXY AND THEN A KISS ON THE CHEEEEEEK????????? GODDD I AM NOT YOUR STRONGEST SOLDIERRRRR I WANT TO SUCK HIM RIGHT THEREEEEEEEE BALLS AND EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND YOU KNOW HE'S GETTING BRICKED BC YOU CAN JUST FEEL IT POKING AT YOU FROM BEHIND FUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKMMM

he calls the cab bc he wants to help his bestie out:(((( but then he's getting soooooooo handsy in the cab already bc how could he not:((( the video keeps replaying in his head and you just keep staring at him with these mischievous eyes and he kinda just wants to eat you yk

his fingers keep kneading your thighs as you play with the hair on his nape andmmmmmmmmmmmmmm he's so hard it fucking hurtss. and when you're finally at your place he doesn't even let you properly open the fucking door bc he just needs his lips on you whewww he's such a good friend:(((((((((((((((((((((((((( he's gonna teach you how to take it and he's not gonna let you run away:((((((((((((((((((((he's so perfect lunar i need him so fucking bad i just drooled on my shirt what the actual fuck

#WAHH I'M SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY MY BELOVED #I JUST HAD TO RUB ONE OUT BEFORE YK #AND BY ONE I MEAN A HUNDRED #LUNAR YOU'RE LITERALLY SOOOOOO SEXY I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING BAD HOLY FUCKING SHIT #THIS WAS THE BEST LITTLE TREAT I COULD'VE EVER ASKED FOR #FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKMEEEEEEE #lunar <3 #friends!!#toji #toji smut #mickey is daydreaming #bsf!toji #roomie!toji #(he jerks off every night to you btw)#(he's such a fucking perv)#(and i'm so wet i think i'm gonna pass out)#toji fushiguro #jjk toji

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Peter is brand Taylor talking to real Taylor, I Look in People’s Windows is real Taylor talking to brand Taylor (the two were supposed to become one, but the more famous she gets the harder it is)😭😭

The whole theme of the album is Taylor herself and her career and how the industry has affected her, joe/matty/travis/kim are just red herrings bye im gonna go cry listening to Peter

(more details⬇️)

I’m not saying that some songs aren’t about those specific people, I’m just saying they’re only PART OF the theme, I believe her father (and other big heads in the industry) had a big influence on her career and forced her to stay in the closet from the very beginning, that messed her up, she had to hide her true self and keep bearding, and in 2019 she planned to come out but didn’t because of the masters heist, now it’s because she’s gotten more famous than ever that she has too much to lose. So maybe these men he dated, she did like them and she had multiple feelings when these relationships ended, but it’s all part of who the industry had made her into; she had one true love (maybe Karlie) but she couldn’t be with that person that’s why some songs are about a true deep love lost, but that’s still part of the “her career” theme, because of her career, she can’t be with that person. (more details⬇️)

What’s really interesting in this theme is that she’s calling out her father in multiple songs because he really made her life harder…

In Cassandra, (the obvious theory is that Cassandra representing gaylors bc we’ve been saying the truth but never believed. And the first verse is about her getting the news of her masters heist just before her coming out plan, and then “stone’s thrown” is referencing Stonewall.) And in the bridge “They knew the whole time that I was onto something. The family, the pure greed, the Christian chorus line. They all said nothing. Blood's thick but nothing like a payroll. Bet they never spared a prayer for my soul” she’s saying her family knew something but said nothing because greed and money, we saw the leaked emails of her father and how he cares more about making money out of Taylor’s career than caring about her as his daughter, so I think this bridge is about her father, also about religious trauma may or may not due to him.

In The Bolter, “A curious child, ever reviled by everyone except her own father. With a quite bewitching face, splendidly selfish, charmingly helpless, excellent fun 'til you get to know her, then she runs like it's a race” she’s talking about herself being a precocious uniquely intelligent ambitious child, which everyone reviled except her father. why? because he wanted to invest money on her, he controlled how she conducted her career from the beginning.

What’s crazier is that Robin may be about her father too. That song sounds like a sweet song but she’s faking it like “all this showmanship to keep it for you in sweetness”. If she’s referring to her father (only wanting to make money out of her career) in this song then “you’re an animal, you are bloodthirsty” makes so much more sense. And the “buried down deep and out of your reach, the secret we all vowed to keep it from you in sweetness” her father probably knows about her queerness but wants her and everyone to keep it quiet.

In But Daddy I Love Him, “people only raise you to cage you” is pretty obvious about her father forcing her to stay in the closet, and “people try and save you cause they hate you” is literally about homophobes. “Dutiful daughter, all my plans were laid” is about her father laying all the plans for her, which isn’t always what she wants. “I'd rather burn my whole life down, than listen to one more second of all this bitching and moaning. I'll tell you something about my good name, it's mine alone to disgrace” reminds me of that scene in Miss Americana where her father was lecturing why she couldn’t public her opinions. “Thinking it can change the beat of my heart when he touches me. And counteract the chemistry, and undo the destiny” is so queer coded. “Sanctimoniously performing soliloquies I'll never see / You ain't gotta pray for me” another reference to religious trauma.

So all of this, about her father, about her lover and other men, it’s all connected to her career and she’s looking back at it, thinking and reflecting on it, that’s it that’s the blog

#taylor swift #the tortured poets department #gaylor #lgbetty

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birthday celebration | rafayel

summary - rafayel knew the perfect way to repay you for all that you had done for his birthday

warnings - absolutely none save for the fact of how self-indulgent this is

note - i'm a raf girly til the end and with my birthday being the day after his plus the cute little birthday stuff in-game, this was a must. after this, i will start working on the many lovely requests i've been sent! it's such an honor to have been welcomed so warmly into the community!! <3

!! divider by @cafekitsune !!

"rafayel, where are we going?"

with his hands covering your eyes, you were helpless as he led you down what could only be described as a beaten path given how many times you almost tripped. as if you questioning his plans gave any indication you could see, he tightened his hold.

"for the third time now, it's a surprise," he stressed, tapping your temples with his thumbs. "don't you trust me?"

you chuckled and replied, "well, seeing as this whole escapade started because you faked an emergency to get me to rush over, not really."

your smile grew when you heard rafayel huff behind you and you could just imagine the way his cheeks were puffed out.

"it's all part of my plan! you'll see," he retorted, directing you to the right and muttering, "there was a rock."

you laughed and reached up, gently patting his hands. "alright, alright, i trust you. though i hope you know i've got the slightest inclination on what this excursion is for."

"i'd be more concerned if you didn't, honestly," rafayel shot back, suddenly stopping. "i'm gonna take my hands away so close your eyes. don't open them until i say so, got it?"

you nodded, shutting your eyes as asked. you felt rafayel slowly peel his hands away from your face, then take them back as soon as he was sure your eyes were shut. excitement coursed through you as you heard hurried footsteps go from behind you to in front of you, then a bit of a ways away.

"raf?" you called out after a moment, brows furrowing as you grew slightly impatient.

"alright, alright, open your eyes!"

blinking a few times to adjust to the bright sunlight, you gasped when you were able to make out the sight of an elaborate picnic set up overlooking the most picturesque field of flowers you'd ever seen. sitting atop a checkered blanket you recognized from rafayel's studio sat an array of your favorite foods, two glasses, an expensive looking bottle of wine, and the man himself, grinning with his arms spread.

"well? what do ya think?" he asked, extending a hand for you to take. as soon as you got over the initial shock you put your hand in his and allowed him to pull you down next to him. "i found this spot months ago, right before i met you. i was at a real low in creativity and other aspects in life but this view sparked such a vivid inspiration that i thought nothing could rival it."

as he spoke you drank in the scenery, in complete awe of such raw beauty. hues of red, blue, yellow, and green stretched as far as the eye could see, illuminated by the early afternoon sun. you didn't dare pry your eyes away from such a sight, even as rafayel dropped his head to your shoulder.

"how wrong i was," he continued, his fingers lacing between yours. "it was as if the world said 'hold my beer, i got this'. then, bam, you appeared a couple days later! now all sights come second to the one i've got sitting right next to me."

with an embarrassed chuckle you give his hand a loving squeeze, resting your cheek atop his head. with his free hand, rafayel reached behind him and grabbed a small box. he toyed with the ribbon for a second before putting it in your lap gently.

"happy birthday, my love," he whispered, gesturing to the box. you used your free hand to untie the box, opening it to reveal a sole cupcake adorned with red-yellow buttercream and a beautiful gold-pink pearl crowning it. "you always know how to make me feel so special and i can only hope that this—" he gestured to the cupcake, then to the picnic, then the field, "—shows you how much i appreciate you."

#rafayel #love and deepspace #lads rafayel #rafayel x reader

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irisintheafterglow · 6 months

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living in winter, I am your summer

summary: you try teaching satoru how to figure skate and for once, he's not good at something. (hockey player!gojo)

wc: 0.8k

cw/tags: swearing, established relationship with pet names, probably inaccurate terms of ice skating, short and sweet little drabble

note: okay i won't even lie, i do not like ice skating. i much prefer rollerskating because at least when you're rollerskating, you fall on something dry. when you fall on the ice, it's cold and wet and your ass still hurts. however i love watching the ice dancers in the olympics because they're so graceful and i could literally never. also small fic of this because i'm feeling a little unmotivated but hockey player!gojo makes me happy. hope you enjoy! this one's for you midi

likes, reblogs, and replies are appreciated :)

“Okay, now put your hand down here…not there, doofus,” you instruct with a smile, guiding his hands to your waist. If he caught the shiver that shot up your spine, you’d just write it off as the chill of the rink. Not that he’d care, anyway. He always knew what he did to you, and he loved it.

“In my defense, you said to put my hands lower,” he mutters in your ear and you snort, lightly knocking your elbow backward into his chest. He’s wearing the black crewneck that you liked to steal from his closet whenever you stayed over, the one with the blue heart you embroidered on the inside of the left sleeve. “I’m following directions, am I not?”

“You know, maybe this isn’t such a good idea,” you say quickly and he takes the bait without fail. Before you can even shift weight to push away from him, his hands are back on your body and holding you as close as humanly possible. He hums mindlessly, taking the opportunity to kiss the spot behind your ear that always made you melt. “You’re a terrible student.”

“You’re a terrible teacher,” he fires back. “Alright, what do I do now? Just chuck you across the ice?”

“I’m going to kill you if you do that,” you warn, turning to look at him over your shoulder and finding nothing but a grin as blindingly white as the ice beneath your skates. “So, all you need to do is just grab my waist and very carefully lift me off the ice. Can you handle that?”

“Pfft, I can lift you in my sleep. Are you ready to go flying?”

“I can’t believe you convinced me to do this,” you say to no one in particular before strong hands secure around your waist and lift you a few feet off the ice. They’re shaky, nothing as steady as the actual partners you’ve danced with, but the giddy dancing that follows after you’ve touched the ground again is enough to make you happy. Before you can turn around and congratulate him on not ending your skating career, Satoru’s taken off across the ice in absolute joy. Distant sounds of his blades slamming into the ice as he sprints across the rink echo through the empty space. “Okay, get back over here! No more lifts until you can jump!”

“I can jump right now, just watch me!” There’s a loud curse and a thud as he falls to the side, unable to keep his balance after throwing himself into a jump. “That was a practice run,” he says with no less enthusiasm. “However, maybe I need an example first.” Over the course of a few hours, you manage to teach him to do a simple jump and how to spin around more than two times in one go. To your surprise, he isn’t good at any of it. His limbs are too lanky for him to control properly, he’s used to having both blades on the ground and can barely balance on one foot, and he likes to skip any technique and try a skill right after you show him how to do it.

“Fake it ‘til you make it just isn’t working right now, hmm?”

“This is much harder than you make it out to be,” he huffs, hands on his knees after you asked him to do two consecutive jumps in a row. “Are your calves cramping? My calves are cramping. Why are my calves cramping?”

“It’s just part of the sport, sweetheart,” you say gently, holding his face with your gloved hands. “I couldn’t do half the things that you do out here.”

“Can we just dance for a little bit? No technique, no fancy jumps or whatever. Just us and the ice?”

“Sure, baby. Anything for my big, muscled hockey player that gets taken out after two jumps,” you tease and the competitive glint that catches in his eye activates your fight or flight. You throw your leg backward and skate as quickly as your legs can take you, trying to outrun the guy just bounding across the ice after you. “Okay, okay! I'll take it back!” You concede out of fear and adrenaline, slowing to a halt while he catches up and snakes his arms around your waist from behind you.

“Caught you,” he murmurs, his breath warm next to your ear. “What was that about being taken out after two jumps?”

“I said I'll take it back, Satoru,” you laugh, but his arms are solid iron locked around your torso. “C’mon, dance with me. Just take my hand and follow my lead.”

“I’m not going to be very good at it,” he points out.

“I don’t care if you’re good at it, as long as I get to spend more time with you.”

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cultofdixon · 11 months

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You need to care for yourself too

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Everyone was sacrificing bits and pieces for those they care about during the time they had no where to go. But you don’t have to almost die for them • ANGST/SFW • TW: Dehydration / Fainting / Heat stroke

Requested by: Anon

It was a lot of walking endlessly

No more prison

No more terminus

No more chapel

Really no more home.

The group has gained a few new members and lost some dear friends. Which meant a wave of grief falling through everyone, especially those that got hit the hardest.

The walking started to become all they did in the day and they would huddle up at night wherever they ended up. No matter the situation. Meaning, they could be roofless and or in a storm. At least they had each other.

Even if some of them risked it all for others…

Rick handed the canteen over to Y/N as she instantly gave it to Carl, trading Judith with him so that he could take a swig from it but also help her get Judith to drink some of it. But she never got it for herself, she didn’t want it either.

The selfless act didn’t go unnoticed, or at least to those who cared what was happening in between the lines.

“Ey, give it here” Daryl asks Noah to hand the canteen to him while he got up from his spot approaching Y/N and kneeling before her. “You gotta drink yerself”

“The kids need it more than me, D” Y/N whispered to him, listening to him scoff and glare at her slightly.

“Nah. Ain’t goin’ til you’ve drank some”

Y/N looked him dead in the eye while handing Judith back to Rick and taking the canteen from the archer opening it to take a sip. Daryl relaxed a bit from his tense position before her watching her swallow. Least he can ease a bit knowing she ain’t risking her health.

Once she handed the canteen back, Daryl went to return it to whoever to have it next. Leaving Y/N to cough slightly as she faked it. Swallowing her saliva made it believable.

He should’ve checked if there was a weight difference.

These moments happened a few times throughout their time on the road that Y/N started to look more like bone and colorless. Not eating didn’t help either but there was barely anything for anyone in the group. She still gave whatever was given to her to the kids.

“It’s getting hotter, should take more stops” Carol informs Rick as he couldn’t agree more with her. They were all exhausted.

“Should find a shady spot to relax for now, then we’ll continue walking” Glenn states taking lead for a moment into the forest to find a good spot for them to make camp for a short while.

The group started walking to Glenn’s spot when Daryl couldn’t help but get this anxious feeling in his chest. Maybe he was starting to feel the exhaustion but as he took a head count…

They were missing someone

And of course it’s—-

“Y/N?” Daryl calls out only for everyone to notice her absence.

“Wasn’t she with the kids?”

“Clearly not. Carl’s got Judith right now”

“Where could she be?”

“Couldn’t have gotten far. We’re all running on E”

“Yeah which makes it easy for a Walker to take us down” Maggie interrupted getting up as quickly as she could to help Daryl go looking as Sasha immediately joined in the search. The others kept to the group, not because they didn’t care, but they knew the three could find her.

She didn’t get too far…

Everything hurts Y/N frowns leaning up against a tree once she fell to the ground. Her voice got caught in her throat when the others continued on. But in that moment, she had to stay awake and do her best to remain that way. In case someone went looking for her.

“Where was the last place we’ve stopped at?” Daryl asks as the two brought up a few possible options when the archer struggled to get tracks.

Then it clicked to Sasha.

“When we were pushing walkers in the dried up creek. Y/N helped there”

“So to the bridge is where we’re headin’” Maggie states, taking the lead now as the two followed quickly. “Hopefully she didn’t fall into it”

“For fucks sake, why did yea put that in our heads?!” Sasha snaps unintentionally making Maggie cower slightly.

Of course the three tense individuals that have lost someone important to them…

A close friend

A brother

A sister

They weren’t about to lose another important person, that should’ve given a damn about themselves for a moment.

“She’ll be fine”

“Or fine as she can be”

“Just not Walker food” Daryl groans at the thought as he wanted to pull his hair out on the way to the bridge that Maggie brought up earlier. “Fuck. This shouldn’t have happened. This is the most stupidest thing to happen”

“Least we know she’s not kidnapped”

“I’d rather deal with that!” Daryl snaps at the two leading to him stepping away for a moment but still within earshot for the two to get an idea of what’s going on in his mind.

I should’ve been more stern about getting her to take care of herself

She shouldn’t have risked herself

She deserves to be okay

They all should be on the same wave of feeling after losing the last of the water and last of food. Not everyone being okay and then the outlier

If it was a literal sense, smoke would be coming out of Daryl’s ears as he was overthinking every single thing.

“Guys!” Sasha instantly calls out the obvious as Y/N rests unconscious against a tree.

The archer didn’t wait another second in picking up the girl in his arms and carrying her back. When the three got there, everyone was tense at the sight of Y/N’s unconscious form and a few got up from their comforts to do their best to help. The few being Carol, Glenn, and Rosita. It was starting to get later in the evening and the sun was fading so they took advantage of using the night to try and cool her body.

Even if that meant taking turns fanning Y/N and removing layers, but keeping her decent. Not that anyone would stare…but the way Daryl was glaring at everyone that would make a comment on Y/N’s current state? He cared a fuckton.

“It’s been three days, least she’s breathing” Rick comments as he was currently fanning Y/N after they had moved from their spot a few times. Daryl carrying her and biting everyone who asked to help’s heads off.

“Looks like a storms comin’. Hopefully we can collect some water”

“That’ll be best.” Rick frowns setting his son’s hat down as they’ve been using that since Carl offered. He noticed a bit of a twitch in Y/N’s face as he leaned over, his ear close to her lips to make sure she’s still breathing. Then he was met with a sudden gasp making him pull back and Daryl flinch.

“Y/N?!” The archer panics brushing the hair out of her face even if it stuck to her because of the sweating from the heat. She flinched to his touch when he did such but relax immediately after.

“…hey” She says in almost a whisper but the smallest confirmation that she was still there made the two sigh from relief. “…sorry I…yeah…”

“You better be” Daryl scoffs, going from relief to anger and struggling to go back to the first. “why didn’t yea take some of the water when it was offered?”

“Judith”

If you think about it

Well think about it to the degree of ignoring your own well being

Heat exhaustion is awful, and it only gets worse if you don’t take care of it. Now a baby? Who is still building that strength to become a bit more resilient in these physically tense moments?

She could’ve died if she didn’t get the extra water and Y/N took that chance thinking she can manage.

But here they are and Rick was completely overthinking this plan of searching for a new sanctuary for their group. It wasn’t giving the results he needed and as much as he appreciated Y/N thinking of Judith at the same level he did—-she shouldn’t have risked her own health to this point.

“Daryl—-“

“I ain’t mad about it…I just…we gotta find shelter. Ain’t camping no more when she’s like this” He frowns watching the slow rise and fall of her chest which made his heart quicken thinking the worse possible outcomes. “Keep her in constant shade”

“Okay, keep an eye on her? I’m gonna look out tonight for one”

“Alright. Yea find anything along the way, bring it back” Rick states watching Daryl nod before he made his leave and little did he know, Y/N watched his every move since she woke.

With Daryl’s absence they got Y/N to sit up and when they had to move again, she would stand and lean on Sasha who happily took care of her friend. Even if neither spoke…in the sense that Y/N felt awful for being useless and needing this help. Sasha doesn’t mind but could sense the tension so she didn’t talk about it.

The moment Daryl came back to talk about the barn he found, or the equivalence to a barn…the group found a pile of water. None of them wanting to take the risk as they don’t understand who could’ve left it.

She needs it though Daryl thought while staring at the pile as no one tried, except for Eugene but the bottle was smacked out of his hands by Abraham.

Then it felt perfect…the timing of the storm coming in and making its appearance.

With the abundance of rain…

Y/N didn’t instantly bounce back but she felt much better, better enough to realize what she did was a mistake and she should’ve been more careful. She could’ve died…

They can’t take another loss

Everyone filled their canteens and emptied the water jugs to collect the rain water. They gathered their collections and headed for the barn, but before they got there…Y/N hung back, leaning on Daryl reassuring him that she is actually drinking the water.

“I’m sorry”

“Mm. It’s alright”

“It’s not…”

“You’re right” Daryl sighs, bringing his arm around her to keep her up and help her while she slowly regains her strength. “Just don’t do that again”

“You have my word, Dixon”

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction

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legendofmorons · 6 months

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I love your crush(ed) oneshot with Twilight and damn, I know the feeling :') Would it be alright to request a part 2 for it! Where Twilight discovers that his feelings for the reader aren't just best friend like and it takes a drastic or angsty moment with reader to realise this and the reader was finally trying to move on as it's been a while now until he then spills his feels and then he kisses the reader like lowkey steamy steamy ;) but not too much and they're both happy and everyone is like gosh damn finally-

I've never done an ask before so I hope this is right! And thank you for reading this if you do!

-🌙anon!

Crush(ed) part 2 (Twilight)

(Did Y'all team up? /j. Happy to oblige though, stubborn ranch man and stubborn reader go brrrr.)

Pairing: Twilight x reader

Rating: G

Summary: After you and Twilight are given a task, you two finally sort out your feelings. Also, Legend wins a red rupee.

Warnings: none

Other: Please let me know if I missed anything

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You've spent probably a month without any real interactions between you and Twilight. Time has even stopped trying to help you two make up.

At least that's over. There's a special awfulness when the Team Adults (TM) try to make you play nice.

Why not wear a get along t-shirt?

Obviously, you don't have a get along shirt, but still.

Sky has become a much closer friend, and the sympathetic smile he gives to your latest assignment does nothing to ease your problems.

You're supposed to go on a week long trek to Hateno to get some stuff from Purah. And of course, your travel buddy is Twilight.

So here you are, packing your bags up after breakfast. Trying to ignore the meaningful looks Time and Warriors give you.

"You're sure you're gonna be okay? I can come with." Sky gives a reassuring smile, holding our your rolled up sleep roll.

"I'll be fine, Sky. What Twilight gonna do, bite me?"

"You're right. It'll be fine."

"Ready to head out?" Twilight asks as he comes up to you from the right.

"I'm ready when you are." You say, pulling your travel pack onto your shoulders. Your heart dosen’t skip a beat at all. (It does but that's unrelated.)

You're definitely almost over the rancher.

(You most certainly are not even close to over him. But you like to live in denial. Fake it til you make it and all.)

"Alright. Let's go."

You follow Twilight, the worn paths dusty but easy to traverse.

You look around, enjoying the nature from Wild's hyrule. The way nature has recovered since the calamity is amazing.

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Twilight sits across from you at the campfire. You haven't said a whole ten words to him since you guys headed out.

He watches you stare into the fire.

It's like you're ignoring him. Or trying to distance yourself.

Well, now, wait a minute - he can't remember the last time you two had a real conversation. He thought he was just imagining things.

But you really are ignoring him.

You've been spending more time with Sky.

He's seen you two cuddling - which his fine. Twilight has no claim on your time and cuddling dosen’t have to mean romance!

Why does Twilight care if you and Sky are cuddling in a romantic way?

Why does he hope it's not romantic?

It's not like he has a crush.

He isn't in love with you.

Oh.

This is not a good time to realize this. Obviously you don't want anything to do with him.

Which is weird. A month or so ago, you two were close!

Did he do something?

He can't remember anything he might have done.

"Stop staring." You say, looking at him with an even expression.

"Oh. I didn't mean-"

"It's fine. Just uncomfortable."

"I'm so sorry."

"It's fine." You tell him, though the edge in your voice says that it is not fine.

"I really didn't mean to stare. I-"

"I said it's fine!" You snap, something in you breaking.

"(Y/n)?" He asks, caution in his voice.

"You just can't leave me alone?! I'm doing my best! I really am! And you just go and fuck it all up by being - you!" You are almost yelling, face heated up and fire in your eyes.

Twilight used to revel in the fire, watching you take down monsters.

He never thought it'd be turned towards him... especially not for being himself or being polite.

Ouch.

"I'm sorry." He says, looking to the ground.

"I wish your Zelda had come with you. I wouldn't have gotten my hopes up." Your voice is bitter.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Did I do something?"

"Other than being you? No. It's all me and my stupid fucking heart."

What?

It's you? And your heart?

That almost sounds like you have feelings for him. But that can't be it.

Right?

Twilight gives you the most incredulous look. "Are you tryin' to tell me somethin'?"

His accent is more noticeable, hope and anxiety mixing into an almost overwhelming cocktail of emotion.

You can't help it. You've never really been able to lie to Twilight. The thought makes your heart squeeze.

"I'm head over heels for you! Okay?! But I know you like Zelda, so you don't have to let me down easy."

Twilight stares at you, making sure he heard you right.

You're head over heels for him?

Oh.

Wait-

"You think I like Zelda?" He asks, sounding thoroughly flabbergasted.

"I heard you talking about it! One of the others asked you about your princess and you said that of course you liked her."

"As a friend and a leader." Twilight says firmly, but not at all mad.

"But-

"Zelda is a friend, and my home's princess. But there's nothing romantic with her."

"Oh."

"(Y/n), darlin' it's you. You're the one I want to be with."

"What?"

"Sweetheart, I'm beyond smitten. I'm in love with you."

"Oh."

"Oh." Twilight says with a smile. "Is the Zelda thing why you were ignoring me?"

"Yeah... I was trying to get over you."

"Well... I'm glad you didn't."

"Me too. I wish I'd just talked to you though."

"Well... what's done is done. We can only move forward."

"Can we do that together? Like - you're my boyfriend and we're going forward together?" You ask.

You sound a little anxious.

But lack of communication has only caused issues. So you figure airing on the side of too clear is better.

"I'd like that, a lot."

It dawns on you, that Time's plan worked. It's almost annoying.

But you're thankful.

"If you'll let me I'd love to take you to dinner in Hateno."

"I'd like that a lot."

When you go to sleep that night, you and Twi are side by side with linked pinkies. It's very cute.

(And if Wild or Wind were here they'd take pictures.)

The rest of the trip to Hateno is much more pleasant. Highlights include laughing at eachother's jokes, finding and chasing a glowing blue rabbit - deer thing, and also fireflies.

(Re: lightning bugs.)

You come to realize there isn't a restaurant there, unless you count the inn. So instead you buy dinner from the inn and take it to go.

After all, what's better than a picnic surrounded by fireflies?

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The only one awake when you and Twilight (your boyfriend!!!) Return to camp is Sky. He must be on watch then, based on how the sun is starting to slowly creeping up onto the sky again.

You and Twilight hold hands, warmth seeping from your palms right into your heart.

"Hey guys." Sky says with a friendly wave.

"Hey Sky." You give him a warm smile.

You're glad to see your friend.

You're glad to see all of the boys here, but for right now, you're focused on the one that's awake.

"You two seem to have made up."

The gentle squeeze Twilight gives your hand send giddy butterflies right to your brain.

"You could say that." Twilight says with a smile.

"Oh?" Sky asks.

"We're dating." You answer easily.

"That's amazing, I'm so happy for you!" Sky gives a grin.

"Finally." Legend glimpse from his bed roll. "Wild owes me that red ruppee."

"You made a bet on us?" You ask, incredulous as you look to the vet.

"I won a bet."

"Legend." Sky says with a sigh, "Come on."

"Why are y'all being loud?" Time groans as he wakes up.

"Legend made a bet on us." Twilight says, both annoyed and touched.

After all, Legend bet on ypu two either getting together or making up. He isn't sure which one. But still.

"Legend." Time says with a sigh, still laying on his back.

"What? All I did was make an investment!"

"That's so much better." Ypu say with an eye roll.

But the smile Twilight gives you before he presses a kiss to your cheek is worth all of it.

#lu #linkeduniverse #misty writes #linked universe x reader #lu twilight #twilight lu #twilight x reader #lu twilight x reader #🌙 anon

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lostalioth · 2 years

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𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲

→ premise: your boyfriend always looks hot, but especially in his halloween costume, making him hard to resist.

→ pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

→ warnings: eighteen+, smut, thigh riding, degrading, nicknames [slut, whore, baby, princess], not proofread

→ a/n: 05 kinktober.

To you your boyfriend James Buchanan Barnes is the sexiest man alive. He’s even sexier, all dressed in black and thick leather. You thought your legs were gonna give out under you when he walked down the stairs to the party.

You always wanted to throw a costume party and as it was inching closer to Halloween you saw no reason not to. Lots of your friends were gathered around talking or playing beer pong or getting food. Bucky arrived around 15 mins ago but he was dressed in his regular long sleeve red henley and dark wash jeans. With a quick kiss on the check as a hi he asked if he could change upstairs as he was walking towards the stairs. You chuckle softly at his hastiness and fake roll your eyes at the man. “Well sure go right ahead then baby.” You watch his figure retreat up the stairs, possibly checking his ass out as he goes.

You were already in your costume naturally, you were ready before all the guests arrived. You were dressed as a fairy, well a slightly slutty and dark fairy. Red torn up wings strapped to your back, red short flowy dress, harnesses wrapped around your body and black lacey thigh highs. You were certain bucky hadn’t taken time to take in your appearance because otherwise he’d be all over you.

After some time he began coming down, you just happened to be at the bottom of the stairs as he walked down. He was practically strutting down the steps, his combat boots making a thud.

He wore a tight dark grey heathered tight shirt in place of his long sleeve and his hair was a mess held tidy with gel. Keeping his dark wash jeans that are now held up with a leather belt with a thick silver buckle, a heavy black leather jacket tight around his chest and arms. Hanging at his side in his hand was a dark red biker helmet with black details. He was dressed as a biker, his costume was a biker and you thought your legs were about to collapse under you. He looked so hot that they started to just as he reached the bottom, grabbing onto your hip to hold you up. “Woah you alright there, little-“ he didn’t know just what you were yet til he did a quick scan up and down of your body. His eyes darkened with lust as he licked his lips, “little fairy” his voice even dropped an octave as his grip tightened.

“Can we please go back upstairs, please baby” your voice came up much more meek and whiny then intended. “But what about your party princess?” He chuckled and scans the room behind you with all your friends having the time of their lives. “Well maybe they won’t miss us too much” he smirked and grabbed your hand dragging you up the stairs to your bedroom.

“How about you show me just how needy you are for me princess and rub this pretty pussy on my thigh like you love alright baby?” He cooed with an evil smirk as he plants your butt on his thigh. The skirt to your dress rode up as bucky slid his hands up your thighs to your waist. His metal hand sent shivers down your spine, it was always freezing. With his hands gripping your hips, he begins rocking them.

Even the light stimulation through the thin fabric of your black panties was making you whine, you needed more. “James..” you whine as he starts bouncing his leg adding more pleasure, as well as pressing your hips down more onto his jean clad thigh. The rough denim felt so good. “There’s my needy slut, just couldn’t help getting wet when you saw me dressed up huh?” You nodded helplessly with a whimper as with a bounce of his knee jolting you forward a bit, your cilt ruts against his thigh.

“Look at that wet patch on my thigh princess, you've soaked right through these thin little things.” With one swift pull and the man ripped your panties off your body. Your bare cilt now rutting on his thigh.

“Ahh there it is, that little button that drives you mad baby, right where a whore like you needed attention right?” His eyes were glued to your hips rocking desperately on his leg. “Such a needy baby all the time” he chuckled and grabbed a hold of your chin with his vibranium hand. His grip was so strong you couldn’t move your face away. instead of staring into his deep dark eyes that were undressing you, you shut yours tightly. “Nooo look at me slut” he squeezed your face and guided your hips just right insync with his knee bounce and kept gliding your cilt on the rough spot on his jeans. A short wanton moan escapes your throat and your eyes shoot open.

“God, you couldn’t even wait til your own party was over, needy little whore. All for me” he growled with a huge smile on his face. He loved reducing you to a moaning, whimpering needy mess from a simple look. He definitely chose a good costume.

→ a/n: i am determined to finish kinktober this month!!!

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thelampisaflashlight · 5 months

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The Cloudy Sky to Your Sunny Day Pt. 1

[Sunny has never really had a home before. The Sunny angst I mentioned ages ago. Not suitable for younger audiences.] Below the cut.

It's weird, Sunny feels, watching her pack leave the abbey without her.

She's barely known them more than a year, and yet... they're all she has.

All she really knows.

But that doesn't mean she regrets her decision to stay behind, not even a little bit.

After spending most of her first year on the surface bouncing from city to city, Sunny's ready to see what else life has to offer.

At home that is.

And she's not alone in that regard; Looking over at Aether, who's a little misty-eyed but smiling as he watches their friends leave, at least she knows someone else is in the same boat.

Kind of.

Aether's retirement wasn't exactly planned -he'd be on that bus right now himself if he had it his way- but necessary.

Not long after the first leg of the tour, the older ghoul's vessel had begun to rapidly deteriorate for seemingly no reason at all, resulting in a prolonged stay in the infirmary as the staff worked day and night to determine what, exactly, had caused the once lively ghoul to a shell of his former self.

Omega -Aether's mentor and a senior member of the ministry's medical team- couldn't give an exact diagnosis.

"His condition," he had stated gravely, "doesn't have a name, but it is not uncommon in quintessence ghouls. I, too, developed the same illness at one time."

"He has to rest and avoid overexerting himself... Which means, of course, he cannot go back on tour... In fact, with how weak his vessel has grown, I feel he will need to remain on leave indefinitely."

Sunny watches Aether settle onto the low rock wall surrounding the front flowerbeds, letting out a deep sigh.

"Aether-" she starts, but stops herself when Aether pats the stone beside him.

"Sit." he says, "You should take it easy, too."

She hesitates for a moment before taking a seat.

"How are you feeling today?" he asks, and it takes everything she has for Sunny not to blurt out the exact same thing in return.

Why's he asking her how she's doing when he's the one who-

"It's not a contest, Sunflower." Aether says, clearly picking up on her reluctance, "So... how are you?"

Sunny frowns.

"I'm going to miss them." she admits, but when Aether hums in agreement, she can't help but feel a twinge in her chest.

A rotten feeling is starting to pool there around her heart, not that she'll say it out loud.

Something jealous and bitter that's gnawing on her ribcage, and she can't even push it aside now, not when she has plenty of time to unpack it... she just doesn't want to.

"...I'm going to go get some work done today, so I'll see you around lunch?"

Aether pats her knee, "Sounds like a plan."

Truth be told, Sunny's never really had a chance to really stew in her more negative emotions.

Despite all the, well, "Hell" she went through in the pit and the trauma of clawing her way through the portal, she's always kept a smile on her face... for the most part anyway.

It's much easier to squash down those ugly feelings and pretend like she's okay.

Fake it 'til you make it, ya know?

But lately that's been hard, especially when faced with the fact that she is so easily replaceable.

That they were so easily able to find someone smaller, cuter... better... with such short notice.

She doesn't hate Aurora, but her heart had selfishly wished that it would have been at least a little more difficult for the church to find someone else to fill her position.

"So that's how it is." she can recall thinking, "I'm not really that important in the end, huh?"

The others in their pack hadn't even been nearly as upset when she announced she was staying behind as they were when Aether told them.

Sure, they'd known him for longer -for years- but she thought... she thought they were at least a little close by now.

"Whatever," she tells herself, "it's fine."

But it's not.

It's not fine.

Not really.

Sunny's stubborn, she knows; She has too much pride, doesn't like to admit that she wants -needs- to be wanted.

And maybe that's it.

Maybe that's the reason no one does.

They can smell it on her; The desperation.

"I don't get why I have to do this." Sunny says, picking a pebble from the tread of her boots with nimble fingers, "I mean, like, I'm good. Aether's the one you should be talking to."

"I do talk to him" Omega says, leaning back in his office chair, hands folded in his lap, "but that doesn't mean I can't talk to you as well."

"Okay, but, like, I don't need..." Sunny gestures broadly at the room their in, at the motivational posters, the cool toned pastel walls, and the basket of fidget toys beside her, "...whatever this is. I don't- Nothing's wrong with me."

The older ghoul tips his chair back towards the desk and reaches down to open a drawer, removing a thin, yellow folder; Her name is written on the cover in looping cursive handwriting.

"...What's that?" she asks, frowning at the folder, feeling a bit anxious now, "Seriously, what is that?"

Omega holds up a hand, "Nothing yet."

"Yet-"

"Every ghoul that is summoned, transferred to, or born here in the abbey has to go through certain evaluations in order for us to get an idea of who they are and how to best meet their needs." the larger ghoul slides the folder over to Sunny, "You can open it if you'd like."

Sunny picks up the folder and opens it.

"It's kind of... empty." she says, thumbing through the sparse paperwork, "...Why's that?"

"Well, we never really got to speak before you left on tour, which I apologize for. Normally, I would have come and interviewed you right away, got you settled in and given you time to adjust to everything first, but, instead, you got thrust right into the thick of it." Omega explains, "Now that you're going to be home for a while, I thought we might meet now and then to talk about things."

"Things?" Sunny questions, "Like what?"

"Anything you want." Omega offers, "Things you like, things you hate, how you're feeling that day..."

"That's what diaries are for." Sunny huffs, tossing the folder back onto the desktop, "Why would I talk to you about that stuff?"

"Because a diary can't talk back, and while I think journaling is certainly a healthy outlet for your thoughts and feelings, if that's the only way you get them out, it might be beneficial to have someone you can speak to without fear of being judged." Omega says, "And that's what I'm here for."

Sunny clicks her tongue.

"I don't even keep a diary, so..." she waves her hand dismissively, "...Like I said, nothing's wrong with me, so I don't think I need to do this."

"You keep saying that." Omega points out.

"Saying what?"

"That nothing's wrong with you." he says, "Do you think there has to be something wrong with you to be talking to me?"

Sunny shifts in her chair, the toe of her boot squeaking against the glossy hardwood floor as she adjusts herself, "...Kind of."

"Why is that?"

"Psh... 'Cause, like, you don't see a therapist if something's not wrong with you." she mumbles, "And being here means I'm probably, I dunno, nutty or weird, or fucked up somehow and I'm not seeing it or somethin'..."

Omega takes out a small notepad and a pen.

"Let's talk about that then..." he says, "Unless you want to start somewhere else?"

Sunny draws her feet up onto the chair, propping her chin up on her knees.

"I dunno..." she furrows her brow, "...I just feel like, because I'm here right now, I'm... it's like I'm in trouble somehow, and I don't like it."

"And, like, I dunno, I don't like feeling like people can tell I'm different somehow, 'cause I don't feel different, and I thought, ya know, I thought I was doing okay, but I guess not..." she continues, "...I don't even know what I'm doing here, like, in general. I... I'm not in the band anymore, and I wasn't even in it for long, so I should just leave..."

"Do you want to leave?" Omega asks after a moment, and Sunny looks up at him, red eyes drowning in tears yet to spill over.

"I don't want to go...!" Sunny hiccups, "I don't want to go! I want to stay! But I'm not- I'm nothing if I'm not with the others, but I can't, I don't-"

She pulls in a shuddering breath, sniffling.

"No one's going to make you leave, Sunny." Omega assures her, slipping her a packet of tissues, "This is your home now. Whether you're a band ghoul or not. Look at me; I've been here well passed my tenure in the band, there are some ghouls here that have never plucked a string or sung a single note, and they're still here. You're still here."

"But I'm..."

Sunny isn't sure what she wants to say.

She opens and closes her mouth, then looks at Omega, eyes wide.

"You sneaky motherfucker-"

Sunny nibbles on her pizza slice, trying her best to savor each bite.

There's something about crying that always makes her hungry, and when Aether offered to order a pizza for them to split, she couldn't pass up the idea of red sauce and cheese.

"So, how did your work go?" Aether asks, wiping his mouth, "Get to do anything fun?"

Sunny shrugs, "Went okay, I guess... I had to work with this guy on some paperwork. Boring stuff, not worth getting into."

Aether nods, "And the guy?"

"What about him?" Sunny tilts her head.

"What was he like?"

Sunny thinks back on her conversation with Omega earlier and looks down at a stray green pepper on her plate, picking it up and eating it before responding, "He was... kind of annoying."

"Oof, hopefully you don't have to see him again any time soon then." Aether scoffs, taking a sip of his water.

"Hn, actually, I'm going to be working with him a bit more." she says, recalling the note Omega had written on his calendar about their next scheduled appointment, "And I have to do this... writing assignment."

"A writing assignment?" Aether muses, "Really?"

"Yeah, uh, I have to do it daily. It's for... research!"

"Oh? That sounds more exciting than you made it sound earlier." he chuckles, "What are you researching?"

"We..." Sunny coughs, "Weather patterns."

"Weather patterns?"

She nods.

"I'm supposed to track the weather. Ya know, cloud... cloudy days, and... sunny ones."

"Ahhh, I see." Aether yawns, "...Goodness, I'm sorry... eating makes me sleepy anymore."

Sunny yawns, too, "Dammit, Aeth-"

#lamp writes #shitghosting #nameless ghouls #sunshine ghoulette #aether ghoul #omega ghoul #ghost band #ghost bc #the band ghost #ghost band fanfic #you may cry a little

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justgleekout · 5 months

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The Purrfect Crime

Summary: Kurt and Blaine were, as you say, “partners in crime”, but like, in the opposite sense… They were a long standing duo at the CIA. Headquarters knew they worked best when they worked together, so they just always did.

On their most recent mission however, their professional partnership is being tested as they go undercover as a married couple.

Rating: T

Words: 3,625

Additional tags: Fake Dating, spies!klaine, Friends to Lovers, crack elements, I really tried to be funny, smitten!blaine, Pining, oblivious!kurt?, Or Is he?, Alternate Universe

Notes: This work is a secret santa gift to @spaceorphan18! Merry Christmas!

First of all, I know this is a little late and I'm so sorry! I was struggling (to say the least) to get this done on time. As you can see, this is chapter one, because I just couldn't finish the whole thing and I didn't want you to wait any longer. I was so busy with work it's litereally not funny. I was pulling days from 7am til 9pm at some point. Then, when I started writing my first idea, I came to the realisation that I was including a very significant trope that was the oposit of what you had written on your wish list, so I had to start over... my own stupid mistake. Then, to make matters even worse, I spilled soda all over my laptop and it broke down completely. So I had to continue writing on my phone and ipad with a broken keyboard (I do NOT reccomend). I know, excuses excuses. I'm just bummed I didn't get it done on time. Also I now have to buy a new computer...

All that aside! I hope you like what I've got so far! I got really excited when I saw you wanted spies!klaine! A trope I absolutely love! Just note that I have never really written crack before, but I tried my best to make it fun add many silly elements! And I promise there are a lot more to come in the next part!!

Chapter: 1/?

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They walked up to the gates of what could only be described as a palace (if America had those). The long and broad driveway behind the gates lead to a building so large and fancy looking, Blaine instinctively straightened his bowtie and readjusted his cufflinks. He knew he looked the part. Headquarters never sent out their agents in anything less than appropriate attire, but he couldn’t help it. He then glanced over at Kurt, who looked like he was a regular at this place, clad in a striking powder blue suit that perfectly brought out the colour of his eyes- no, Blaine, you are on a mission and he is your friend. He had to remind himself more and more frequently of the fact that they were partners in the professional sense only. No matter how gorgeous Kurt looked and how kind he was and how many flirty remarks he made at Blaine.

“Did you get any information on what we are actually attending?” Kurt asked.

“No, chief Sylvester only gave me the location and this invitation.” Blaine held up a piece of royal blue parchment with a broken red and gold wax seal. The text on it was written in golden ink and read:

“ Dear guest,

Recently I received some incredible news concerning someone close to me that has enriched my life. I would like to share this news with you. Therefore, I hereby invite you to attend a celebratory party to join me in my glee on the evening of the 22nd of may at my residence. I would love to share with you a grand revelation that not even I know the outcome of. All that I will say is that it will be an evening full of surprises.

Sincerely,

Hunter Clarington”

“What do you think it means?” Kurt asked as he took the paper from Blaine to inspect it further.

“I don’t know. But he is clearly up to something. Chief Sylvester said they got a hold of this invite right after they found suspicious signals and radiation coming from the address. They tracked all the vehicles going in and out of the vicinity. All transporting materials to build some sort of weapon… a powerful one.”

Kurt worried his bottom lip between his teeth and nodded, mulling over the information.

Blaine couldn't help but stare at Kurt's mouth as he licked his lips in thought. Blaine swallowed thickly and his breath hitched for a moment.

Kurt eyed him a little suspiciously. “Are you nervous?” he asked.

“Are you?” Great save, Blaine. Clever.

Kurt shrugged. “A little, I guess.”

Blaine didn’t actually expect that answer. “What? Why? You’re never nervous .”

“Well I just don’t really fit in at these kinds of events… ”

Blaine frowned at Kurt. “What makes you say that?”

“Everyone here is rich, Blaine. I don’t know any of these etiquettes and inside jokes. I’ll stick out like a sore thumb…”

“Kurt, you are a spy for the CIA You are literally trained to fit in anywhere. I’ve seen you act. You’re a natural! And your suit looks incredibly expensive.” Better than mine anyways…

Kurt smiled at the compliment. “Thank you. I tailored it myself, actually.”

“A secret agent with secret talents. Seriously, Kurt, what can’t you do?”

“It’s not “Kurt” tonight, Remember?”

“Right. Yes. Sorry, Mr. Ralph Murray, what can’t you do?” Blaine said to Kurt with a smile.

“Some secrets I don't dare share, not even with you, Mr. George Murray, darling. ” Kurt winked at Blaine.

And there it was; the reason Blaine was nervous in the first place. Tonight Kurt and he were Ralph and George Murray, husbands of five years, millionaires, and most importantly, on the guest list. It wouldn’t be a hard part to play; Kurt’s husband. Blaine had played that part often enough in his head. But Kurt didn’t know that, and Blaine would rather eat his bowtie than have Kurt finding out and Blaine making a fool out of himself. He just couldn't help but blush at the pet name Kurt gave him.

Then, a sharp noise pierced his ear. Blaine flinched. This damn earpiece! And then a voice, “Hey guys, I’m glad to hear you are getting into character, but you better get in there. We have no clue where the signal is coming from within that building. And we need to find it fast.

Right. Blaine thought. The stakes were high tonight. The nation was in danger and it was their job to secure its safety. “We best get in, then.”

“Oh before you do, I have hidden some gadgets for you in that bush over there on the left side of the gate.”

“Hold up. You have hidden our top secret, highly dangerous gadgets… in a bush?” Kurt said exasperatedly into his earpiece.

“I figured they would be easily accessible…”

“Yeah. To literally everyone , Sam,” Kurt hissed.

“Oh… yeah…”

“Look, Sam, just tell us what you got us,” Blaine said as he crouched next to the bush, pushing the branches aside to reveal a suitcase. He opened it and Sam continued, “Alright. There is of course your trusted grenade pen, anaesthetic darts-watch and bulletproof handkerchief, but I have also added a few of my newest inventions.”

To this, Kurt shot Blaine an apprehensive look. They were a little too familiar with Sam's “ inventions” to say they were always a raging success. They looked into the suitcase and saw, beside their usual gadgets, something that looked like a small beauty case, an umbrella and a pair of sunglasses. “What the…” Kurt whispered under his breath.

Blaine frowned. “Sam, the event is inside… how are we supposed to casually pull out an umbrella or sunglasses?”

“You're worried about the sunglasses? How do you reckon we are gonna be able to pull off using a, what is this, a lipstick ?” Kurt said as he held up a small golden tube.

“I- hadn’t really thought about that,” Sam confessed.

Kurt looked like a vein was about to pop in his forehead as he pinched the skin between his eyebrows and pursed his lips.

“What do they do, Sam?” Blaine offered.

“Right, so, the umbrella is not only completely waterproof, it is also fire resistant and creates a perfect shield once unfolded. The sunglasses have infrared night vision and the lipstick is my personal favourite. It releases a toxic fume if you press that button on the back there, but that won't affect you when you are wearing the lipstick as it neutralises the toxins as they come close to it, so when you inhale, you're totally safe,” Sam said proudly.

Blaine had to admit the inventions sounded pretty incredible had they been more practical. “Alright,” he sighed. “Thank you, Sam.”

Kurt side eyed him and Blaine offered a shrug in return.

“Well, we’d better get going, now. We’ll tune back in when we need you, Sam,” Kurt said and tapped on his earpiece once to hang up. Blaine followed. “Honestly, I can’t with him sometimes. I know you guys are friends, but he sure gets on my nerves.”

Maybe Sam didn't always have the best ideas, but he really wasn't bad at his job. Blaine thought. “He tries his best, though. And he is actually really great once you get to know him,”

Kurt shook his head. “You’re too kind for your own good,” he said, but there wasn't any actual judgement in his voice.

Blaine smiled and the blush he was sporting a minute ago returned faintly to his cheeks.

They walked through the gate towards a grand wooden front door in front of which a big woman was standing behind a podium with her arms crossed. "Names?" she said as she was eyeing them up and down suspiciously.

Blaine put on his most charming smile. “George and Ralph Murray,” he responded.

She looked at the register in front of her and her expression changed. “Ah! Splendid!" Welcome to the Clarington residence. All guests are expected in the ballroom for the welcome speech at 8:00 pm sharp. In the meantime there will be beverages and appetisers served in the grand foyer. Please enjoy your evening Mr. and Mr. Murray.”

“Thank you,” Kurt said and nodded to the woman. They walked past her as the doors opened.

“Ballroom? Really?” Blaine whispered at Kurt as they made their way up the steps leading to the front door. “What is this place? Versaille?”

Kurt sniggered and gave Blaine a pointed look. “Play the part now, Blaine,” he said as they stepped over the threshold.

They entered an incredible marble room with two grand staircases with golden railings on each side. Large pillars reached to the high ceiling on which, in the middle, hung an enormous crystal chandelier. Blaine’s mouth fell open and he heard Kurt release a low whistle. They quickly pulled themselves together as they were approached by a young handsome waiter. “Welcome, gentlemen. Can I offer you a drink? A glass of champagne perhaps? Cocktail?”

“I’ll have an old fashioned, thank you.” Kurt said with a confident, charming smile. See? Blaine knew Kurt had nothing to worry about. He was a natural. Blaine might have come from money, but Kurt just radiated class.

“For me a negroni, please. Let’s save the champagne for later after the great announcement, don't you think?” Blaine said with a wink.

The young man blushed. “Certainly, sir.”

“Say, do you happen to know anything about this speech?” Blaine asked him.

The waiter's eyes grew wide for a second. “I- I’m sorry sir, but it’s supposed to be a surprise.”

“Of course. I’m sorry,” Blaine gave the waiter an understanding smile. The young man bowed his head gratefully and dashed away to get their drinks.

Blaine leaned into Kurt’s side, “You reckon he didn't know? Or he didn’t want to say?” he asked.

“Not sure… Would you share your secrets with the waiting staff?”

“I don’t know. I never had waiting staff.”

“Hm.” Kurt gave him a considering look that lingered a bit too long. It made Blaine feel a little hot in the face.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing.” Kurt shrugged. “I’m just trying to paint a picture of you.” When Blaine didn't respond immediately he added, “It's a good picture, don't worry.” There was something suggestive in the way Kurt spoke. Blaine looked at him as if to try figuring him out. Kurt was just good at playing his part. Blaine told himself. Though no one was looking at them at the moment so there was no direct reason for it.

“Let's ask around some more, shall we?” Kurt suggested, breaking the tension.

"Yeah. Good plan.”

The young waiter had returned with their drinks and they started moving through the crowd. They asked multiple people if they had any idea what they were doing here, but no one seemed to know or want to tell them anything.

“This is hopeless. We are wasting valuable time.” Blaine slumped against one of the pillars.

Kurt opened his mouth to respond but Blaine motioned for him to be quiet when he heard a woman speak; “See, I told you he was weird. Who hosts a party for their cat?”

They turned to look where the voice came from. A latina woman with long dark hair in a fitted, red, velvet dress was talking to another woman. This one with blond hair styled in a stylishly messy updo and a mint green dress.

“I would,” the blonde woman said solemnly. “And I have in the past.”

“Yeah, but that’s different. You’re cute about it.” The dark haired woman flirted and the blonde one gave her a quick kiss.

“Excuse me,” Blaine piped in.

The dark haired woman gave him a once over, clearly judging him.

“George Murray, pleasure to meet you.” He held out his hand and the woman took it with only slight reluctance. “This is my husband, Ralph Murray.” He gestured to Kurt who then also shook the woman’s hand. Blaine noticed that the look she gave him was a lot less disapproving. Though Blaine couldn't blame her when Kurt was wearing that suit.

“Santana Lopez,” the dark haired woman introduced herself. “This is Brittany Pierce.”

The men shook Brittany's hand as well. “I’m sorry, we just couldn’t help but overhear… Do you happen to know what this event is for?”

“I’ve only heard rumours,” Santana said.

“I see. Where did you get these rumours from?” Blaine asked.

Santana crossed her arms. “Well aren’t you the little detective. What's it to you, anyways?

“Just nosy.” Kurt’s smile turned a little more devious than polite, matching her energy.

“They say it’s his cat’s birthday, but that doesn’t explain the great announcement. Maybe his cat got nominated for an award.” Brittany said

Kurt and Blaine looked at each other in disbelief, and back at the women. “You can’t be serious,” Kurt said.

Santana crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. “Deadly.”

“He can't be that passionate about a cat?”

“Wanna bet?” Santana challenged. “How do you think we know him?”

The men shrugged.

“We know him from cat shows.” Santana rolled her eyes. “Brittany’s cat, Lord Tubbington, often runs against his cat, Mr. Puss. So believe me when I say people are passionate about their cats. Anyways if you really wanna know, we heard it from Sebastian Smythe.”

“Who is that?”

“He is one of Hunter's closest friends .” She grinned as if to imply something.

“Do you think Hunter told him about his plans for the night?” Blaine asked, trying to hide the eagerness in his voice.

“I’m sure he did. I overheard them talking about half an hour ago. Something about ‘getting it ready in the basement.’ ” She shrugged.

Kurt and Blaine exchanged a meaningful look. “Do you know how we can get in there?” Kurt asked.

“I'm sure Sebastian has a keycard to the elevator. But hold up, why do you want to know so bad?”

“Never mind that. What does he look like; Sebastian?” Kurt asked.

Santana smirked. “Oh you can’t miss him.”

Brittany then took Santana's hand and whispered something in her ear. They giggled. “Look we’d love to stay and chat, but we, er, we gotta go.” Santana said before she was pulled away by Brittany. Santana managed to add a “good luck” as they disappeared into the crowd.

“What do we do now?” Blaine sighed. “We have no clue where to find this Sebastian character,”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Kurt said and pointed over Blaine’s shoulder.

Blaine turned to look, and there, in the middle of a group of people, stood a handsome man who was clearly the centre of attention. The people around him were laughing at his jokes and basically fawning over him. “You reckon that’s him?” Blaine asked.

“ Oh my god, Sebastian! You didn’t!” one of the guys closest to him laughed and flirtily touched the man’s arm.

Sebastian petted the guy’s hand and smirked. “You should hear what I did with his father,” he said and winked at the woman next to him. The people around him all laughed.

Blaine snorted. “Well that answers that,” he said.

“He looks incredibly obnoxious,” Kurt said and narrowed his eyes. “He is flirting with literally everyone in his little group.” He grimaced.

“Maybe we can use that to our advantage?” Blaine thought out loud. However he didn’t really feel like watching Kurt chat up another man. He would just have to do it himself. “I will go and talk to him!”

“Wait, maybe-” but before Kurt could protest, Blaine had stepped into the circle of people. Sebastian's eyes were immediately on him.

“Well hello handsome,” Sebastian said and extended his hand towards Blaine. “I don’t think we’ve met. You look like someone I wouldn’t easily forget.” He grinned.

Despite his better judgement, Blaine blushed. The man was handsome, alright. And definitely charismatic, judging by the effect he had on the people around him. “We haven't. My name is George Murray. Are you Sebastian Smythe?” Blaine asked as he shook the man’s hand.

“Matter of fact I am. To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“I was talking to some friends of mine and you sounded… interesting” Blaine smiled a what he hoped was a seductive smile.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow and turned away from Blaine for a second to make a dismissive gesture to his followers. “Could you give us a moment please?”

The small crowd looked annoyed, some even jealous, but they obeyed, leaving the two men to themselves. Sebastian turned back to Blaine “Interesting, hm?” he grinned.

Now that they were talking Blaine realised he didn’t actually have a solid plan. He couldn’t straight up ask Sebastian to give him the key. He would never just hand it over. Maybe Blaine could convince Sebastian to take him to the basement? But he needed Kurt with him. So he had to think of something else.

“They said you were close friends with the host,” Blaine said, trying to imply exactly whatever Santana was implying before. “I can see why he would like you,” he flirted. Apparently this was the right move, as Sebastian looked him up and down let his gaze rest on Blaine’s mouth.

Sebastian leaned in closer. “You’re cute, George Murray. How come I’ve never seen you before?”

“I- I’m usually very busy with eh- work. Don’t-“ Blaine swallowed. “Don’t often have time for parties.” Out of the corner of his eye Blaine noticed movement. He glanced over Sebastian's shoulder and saw that Kurt was miming something. “Back pocket!” He mouthed. What about his back pocket? Wait. Sebastian’s back pocket! The keycard was in sebastians back pocket!

Sebastian, who luckily didn’t seem to have noticed anything, spoke again, “Ah, so you're Mr. Professional, hm? Do you always obey the rules or are you capable of letting loose every once in a while?”

“Er, yeah sure,” Blaine said semi on auto pilot. How the hell was he supposed to get the key-card from Sebastian’s pocket? “What about you?” he asked. “Are you a rule breaker?”

“You could say that,” Sebastian quipped.

Blaine laughed. He needed to get very close and personal with this man but whilst he was doing so, he might as well find out some more information.

“I was wondering,” Blaine said and trailed his finger over Sebastian’s chest. “As you’re such a bad boy, would you mind telling me what tonight is all about?” Blaine looked up through his eyelashes.

Sebastian inhaled through his teeth. “Oh babe, I can’t tell you that. It’s supposed to be a surprise.”

“I thought you didn't play by the rules.”

“Why don’t you come upstairs with me where we can have a little more privacy and I can tell you all you want to know.” Sebastian said and slipped an arm around Blaine’s back.

This was his chance. He could take it now and Sebastian wouldn't notice. He just didn’t know how to get out of the situation once he made his move. Blaine looked over his shoulder in search of Kurt and found him looking at them. Blaine gave him a quick pleading look, hoping Kurt would understand. Here goes nothing. He put his hand on Sebastian's back and slid it down to rest over his butt. “Sounds amazing...” Blaine felt the card in Sebastian's pocket. “...but I forgot to mention…” He slid his fingers into the pocket over the card, trying to pull it off as a caress, and as he retreated his hand he pulled the card out. Got it. “...that I'm married.”

As if on cue, Kurt stepped in front of them. “Darling! There you are! I was looking for you.” He smiled a bit too sweetly at Blaine. “Who’s our new friend?” he asked and shot a murdering look at Sebastian.

“Woah, what the hell?” Sebastian took a step back, letting go of Blaine.

Blaine quickly slipped the key-card into his own pocket and stepped closer to Kurt. “Ralph, honey, this is Sebastian. He is a close friend of Hunter’s. Sebastian, this is my husband, Ralph Murray.”

“Husband? Wow,” Sebastian said. “Was not expecting that.”

Kurt held out his hand. “Pleasure,” he said through gritted teeth.

Sebastian took Kurt’s hand and shook it once.

Kurt turned to Blaine again. “Well it’s almost 8 o’clock. We should get going, darling.”

“Right.” Blaine nodded. “Maybe we can talk later?” he offered innocently to Sebastian as if nothing had happened. “It was very nice meeting you.”

“Sure was,” Sebastian said and winked at Blaine, clearly recovered from the initial shock. “I am looking forward to seeing you again, George.”

Kurt then pulled Blaine away by his hand through the crowd, leaving Sebastian behind.

“Thank you for saving me,” Blaine said once they had found a quiet corner.

“You didn't really seem like you needed saving,” Kurt said coldly.

“What do you mean? If you hadn’t shown up, I wouldn’t have been able to get away!”

“I mean, ” Kurt said. “It didn't seem like you had such a terrible time with him. I know you needed to get the card, but how are we supposed to come across as a happily married couple when you are feeling up all the other guests.” He crossed his arms defensively.

Blaine stared at Kurt for a second. Then it dawned on him. “Wait, Kurt, are you jealous?”

“No,” Kurt snapped.

“Oh my god, you are totally jealous.”

Kurt’s cheeks turned red. “Shut up, I'm trying to take this mission seriously. Did you at least get the key?”

Blaine couldn't help but grin as he presented it. “Got it right here.”

“Great. Let's go try it out before he finds out it’s missing. We need to get to the basement before it’s 8 o’clock.”

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Bad case

Everything's blurry, really blurry. That's all Spencer knows as he stumbles out from the club. The unsub in toe, who called himself William Dane, hand in hand. He knew this has going to happen, it's part of his MO, Spencer knew he was going to be drugged in some way. But he's what he didn't know was he was going to be drugged with more then just a roofie. He knows he's been given more then just a roofie, some kind of cocktail of drugs.

Spencer shakily grabs his sheer black jacket. It's not his, it's from then undercover closet but whatever. Spencer almost trips going out the door, but William grabs him around the waist. Spencer tries not to vomit, laughs instead, "Thanks hon" Spencer gently reaches back and pets his shoulder. "Think I've had a bit too much" He doesn't sound like himself at all, or really feel like himself. But he's pretty sure that's the point. He can vaguely hear this William say something about taking Spencer home.

Spencer giggles and drags him out on the curb side. He knows the team is around the corner, Spencer just needs to get to that alleyway, then he can get to an ER. "hey, so..." Spencer tries to roll his eyes a little sexyliy, is that word? Spencer thinks so. "My place's that way" Spencer draws the words out, nodding towards the alley. William moves Spencer the other way, Spencer can't stop him, his legs are just following him. "I know" William's voice chances as he tightly grabs onto Spencer's waist. "I really, um, get nervous at. Um, i really need to get home"

"I'm not stupid Spencer" William reaches out and grabs the tiny mic off Spencer's shirt, tossing it on the ground. His heart almost jumps out from his chest. "T-That's no-not"

"Your name is Spencer Reid not Daniel Lous, you're 27 not 25, really thought I'd believe your little fake ID?" William grabs onto him tighter and Spencer tries to push him away, at least. But it's no use, Spencer's legs refuse to work with him. "Don't fuss now, if you're lucky, you'll leave in the morning"

Spencer knows he should scold this William, the profile says that should make him back off. But the profile also says that when he's caught, he's likely to fight til his death. That would mean he would just kill Spencer in any alley nearby. That can't happen. Spencer thinks for a second. Then deicides if he's really dying tonight, he wants to know why.

"Well, just-oh" Spencer grabs onto William as they step down to cross the street. William looks to him with curiosity.

"You, said, if I'm lucky, that means there's something I could do that would turn you off enough to let me go, what is it?"

William laughs. "How do you know I meant I'd let you leave alive and not in a bag?" Spencer stumbles and almost falls over again, but he's caught before he hits the ground. William pulls him along the street. Where's the team?

"You used the the word lucky, if I'm lucky means it would be something I'd do, and not you being nice"

"If I tell you, what do I get?"

Spencer leans into him, not because he wants to, but because he needs to in order to stay on his feet. So it's a game. He's a sexual sadist, what is the best thing for a sexual sadist? His victims were tortured for hours, and the in tapes, he made them beg for it.

"I've taken an acting class or two, If you tell me what it is, i will make it feel real for you" Spencer promises, letting one of his arms go slack against his legs, gently toying with the hem of the shorts he also got from the undercover closet, turning on the back op mic / tracking thing that he insisted on having when he was sober. He made it look like he was just showing off a bit more his thigh.

"You've seen the tapes, right?" William asks, slipping a hand down to touch Spencer's ass. Normally he'd yelp, being touched in such a place. "More then I'd like to admit" Spencer bites his inner cheeks, knowing it'll make his outer cheeks a bit red.

"But they weren't listening to you, I'll listen, I'll listen real good, I can take it" Spencer continues, sticking his butt out against his hand, hoping that he shows interest he might let him go anyway.

William smiles in a sadist manner. Spencer's struck gold. "If you begin praying, I'll throw you out the window, and while it'll be painful, it won't kill you"

"I've never prayed"

Where

the

hell

the

team!

"Does that mean, that you have to kill me now? Because that would be sad....I might have dated you otherwise" Spencer lies through his teeth, he has and never plans to talk like this again, he feels like a child.

Suddenly, William's pushed Spencer to a wall, there's a knife at his throat. Spencer can't keep his eyes open much longer. There's only noises and touches. Morgan's yelling for William to drop the knife, another person is yelling for Spencer's attention.

It takes Spencer way longer to id the voice then it should.

Hotch, Aaron Hotchner is yelling for him.

Spencer's cold, so cold. Who wears shorts to a night club? There's a hand on his waist, forcing him to stand against the cold brick wall. It's a painful sensation, his whole body held op by one point of contact. Spencer lightly kicks at William's leg, but he doesn't even react, only threatening to kill him if the team doesn't back away.

The hand on his waist moves away for a second and Spencer's legs give out under him. He slips down the wall before William can grab him again. There's a loud bang right in front of him. William's been shot, or at least scared enough to fall onto his back.

Spencer takes a second to rub his eyes, shivering. There's a hand on his arm, a soft voice is calling to him. Spencer blinks and looks to his right. He shivers again, his whole body shaking. Hotch lays a jacket over him "Reid?" Hotch is right beside him on the ground, gently tucking the jacket over his chest and legs. Spencer opens his mouth to speak but can't manage to say anything.

Hotch turns to Morgan who's pulling this William op from the ground. "Where are the medics? We called them 10 minutes ago!" Spencer can't hear what Morgan responses with, only leaning into Hotch for warmth. Hotch is very warm, it's so nice.

An arm slips in under his knees and Spencer's not entirely sure he's doing. Then Hotch slips an arm under Spencer's and in one, way too swift move, Spencer's been hoisted off the ground and is now resting against Hotch's chest. Spencer just about manages to throw his arms around Aaron's neck. Aaron's chest still laid over Spencer's upper body. He yawns, his whole world almost gone, only hearing the sounds of sirens as he tries to sleep.

Suddenly, he's being laid down, the jacket still there to keep him warm. He can't open his eyes, it's too much work. Something is placed over his nose and mouth, a mask, an oxygen mask. Someone's holding his hand tightly, Aaron, it's Aaron. The hands are too big and rough to be Derek's or Luke's. And yet too soft to be Rossi's. It's got to be Aaron. He knows he lays there for a few mintues. The air is warmer now, and they're moving. Shit, he's in an ambulance. Is that really.....

"Spencer?" There's a hand on his face, his cheek, gently petting it. Spencer's confused, he just wants to go home now, why can't he can go home? He blinks, attempting to open his eyes. "There you are Spencer" The lady says. She's in a medic's unifrom, she's a medic. Spencer yawns, his head rolling in a circle.

"I can see you're tired but you need to stay awake"

Spencer huffs softs, it's unfair. He's done good work, he deserves to sleep. Why can't he sleep? Oh! Right! The drugs. Because of the drugs. It's not safe to pass out after being drugged with unknown drugs.

"Spencer, Spencer stay with me okay?" Why's Aaron saying that? He tries to open his eyes, it's hard, but he opens his eyes enough to see Aaron looking worried. He squeezes his hand the most he can, which isn't much. Aaron smiles slightly, eyes still filled with worry. Spencer closes his eyes again, he's so drowsy, he just wants to sleep. Maybe it's a good time for a nap. It's okay. He can sleep, he's sure he can. "Spencer!" Aaron squeezes his hand tightly. Spencer whimpers, it hurts to have his hand squeezed so tightly. "Spencer, Spencer stay awake with me? Okay? Please?"

Spencer's head is pounding, he blinks his eyes open to see he's in a hospital room. He's alone, but the room is filled with at least 7 different vases of flowers. He's had visitors. Spencer pushes himself op. He can't quite remember everything yet, he was drugged, the unsub made him, and he went to the hospital.

Should he press the call button? No, he's fine, or maybe, his throat. He needs water. Spencer slowly turn just enough to press the call button. A nurse comes and he's given water. As she hands it to him she says. "You had a lot of people worried about you kid" Spencer smiles weakly, he's sad to have worried the team but also happy that they cared.

Aaron is the first to vist him while he's awake, with a bag of snacks. Spence smiles slightly, looking down, embarrassed as he slowly remembers just much of a scare he gave the team. "Hello Hotch" Spencer says politely, siting op straight as if he was at his desk. "Don't strain yourself for my sake Reid" Hotch says, siting down in the chair by his bed, setting the bag down on Spencer's bed, right by his legs. Spencer relaxes slightly and leans back to rest against the rough hospital sheets. "Thank you"

"You, certainly gave us a big scare" Aaron say, gently petting his shoulder. Spencer smiles sadly, he really didn't wish to scare anyone "I'm sorry, it wasn't intentionally" Spencer mutters. Aaron gently squeezes his shoulder. "Of course not Reid"

Aaron spent the next 30 mintues explaining just how they solved the case while Spencer is in the hospital. They found William's hide out, all 8 bodies, and a 9th grave freshly dug that was suspose to be for yesterday's victim, Spencer.

It all makes Spencer so tired, so tired and angry to know that no matter what, he would have died if he wasn't FBI. A few mintues later, the whole team comes crashing into the room with hugs, and more 'get well' gifts. When Spencer is released, Aaron is the one to take him home, with all 7 bouquets of flowers in the back seat of Aaron's car. Spencer still kinda out of it, if he had the energy he would have argued to have thrown the flowers out. Aaron's backseat is filled with the flowers, boxes of chocolates and fruit.

Spencer's been draped with a jacket. Aaron's big, warm, dark jacket. He's not sure why he's still so tired, his last sedative was over four hours ago. Maybe all the hugs and affection wore him out more then usual. Spencer leans his head back, struggling to keep his eyes open. "You tired Reid?" Aaron asks, buckling Spencer's seatbelt for him. Spencer would blush, but he's too tired to care. Spencer hums in agreement as Aaron tucks the jacket snug around the younger man's body.

Spencer's rudely awakened when the car abruptly halts. Spencer yelps on, instincts grabbing for the celling handle to stable himself. "Sorry, Sorry!" Aaron says, gently putting the jacket back around Spencer. Aaron shakes his head at the car in front of them. "Man just, stopped in the middle of the road without warning" Aaron gently pets Spencer's shoulder. "Go back to sleep, alright? It's still gonna be a few mintues" Spencer doesn't protest, only shuting his eyes.

Spencer is gently roused as the jacket is pulled away from his body. Aaron's gently rubbing his arm to wake him, Spencer blinks his eyes open, still so tired, his eyes so gosh damn heavy. "Spencer, I've taken the gifts inside, think you can get op or do you need some help?" Aaron asks sweetly, unbuckling Spencer's seatbelt. Does Spencer look tired? He feels tired. He can't get op, he's too tired. Spencer leans his head to the side.

Then Spencer's being carried, his boss, is carrying him inside. It's strange but nice. Spencer rests his head on his warm chest, the fabric of Aaron's shirt is soft against his cheek. Spencer's back hits the soft sheets of his own bed, it's so nice to be home again. Spencer whines as Aaron undoes his tie and vest. "Shhh, just relax" Aaron shushes. Spencer squirms as he's undressed. More out of instinct then anything else. Aaron continues to shush him the way you would a fussy child.

"Shush, Spencer, quite down now, you're tired"

Spencer lays as still as possible as Aaron redresses him in soft clothes, he doesn't bother opening his eyes. Why would he? He trusts Aaron to not mess with him. New, non-sweaty socks are slipped onto his feet. Spencer blinks his eyes open for a few seconds. Aaron's standing above him, tucking him in. "Go back to Sleep Reid, you need it"

Spencer closes his eyes, a kiss is pressed to his forehead. "Sleep tight, I'll be by in the morning" Aaron whispers. Morning? It's already night? How much as he slept in the last few days? The world gets darker, Aaron's drawn the curtains. So it's not quite so late. Spencer's body is so heavy, very heavy. Another kiss is pressed to his forehead, a hand runs over his hair lovingly.

"Goodnight Spence, I'm so happy you're alright"

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