#and I just imagine tara's in the background watching this happen like-

[ticklykitty216]

I mean... not sure of the scenario, but perhaps something with the goldenarm gang?

(Ohohoho, I had an idea mulling around for something to do with the Goldarm Gang, specifically Belle, and now I finally have my chance!)

(This one got REEEEALLY REALLY long because I’d been thinking about this for a bit, so kinda sorry in advance for the long story? lol)

(I always take so long to actually get the tickling part, you should know the drill by now. Go to the “ ** ”if you just wanna skip to tickling bit)

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The Goldenarm Gang had just returned to their hideout after a successful heist. Their leader, Belle, was stashing their loot away while the other two members, Edgar and Tara, waited for Belle to return.

Edgar was sitting in a chair reading a book, with his feet propped up on the table, while Tara was sitting on a mat that was slightly in the corner of the room, meditating.

Belle opened the door and sighed, wiped her forehead with her golden arm and threw a single bag of gold onto the table, the coins spilled out around Edgars boots and he looked up from his book to see the commotion.

“Whoo! Good job on that heist gang.” Belle said walking over to a map of some small towns, and placed a note that said “Done” on one of the towns. “Of course we did good, those suckers didn’t even know what hit them.” Edgar said, in a rather monotone voice and turned the page of his book.

“You’re right about that!” Belle said with a quick laugh and turned to look at him, before a slight frown crossed her face “Boy, what have I told you about putting your feet up on the table?” Belle said. Edgar looked up and glared before he reluctantly took his feet off the table, Tara opened her eye, she could already feel tension brewing between the two.

“Now don’t look at me like that, not after I just complemented you and your work.” Belle said and walked over to the table and pulled up a chair to sit at it. Edgar rolled his eyes but closed his book and placed it on the table, “I think we need something more challenging.” Edgar said. “More challenging?” Belle said raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, that heist was almost too easy. It felt off to me.” Edgar said, “Yeah, I chose an easy target because your a new member, I ain’t gonna immediately throw you into the deep end.” Belle said and leaned forward towards Edgar, and Tara huffed, so much for a peaceful night...

“I can handle a more challenging heist!” Edgar said, frustration dripping from his voice, “I’m sure you can, but we just hit a small, but well known town. All the bigger towns, with the bigger banks, are gonna up security. We’re gonna have to lay low for a bit.” Belle said crossing her arms and looking down at the gold on the table. “Then we should strike immediately! Before they can up security!” Edgar said slamming his fist into the table.

“Hey! I’m leader of the gang! And I call the shots!” Belle barked out slamming her own fist into the table, she stood up and walked around the table towards Edgar “I appreciate your enthusiasm and love for theft, but you gotta know when to back off.” Belle said and Edgar stood up as well as Belle now stood in front of him “Both, when doing heists, and when talking to your leader like that.” Belle hissed out. Edgar glared before a huff escaped him, “I still think you’re being too cautious, we can still do so much!” Edgar growled.

Belle herself huffed and rolled her eyes before glaring at the teen “Boy you are lucky I’m in a good mood tonight,” she said and took a step forward threateningly, Edgar’s scarf raised itself in defense, he obviously had no plans to attack Belle (he wasn’t that stupid) but he was ready to jump back if she went to strike him. “Cause if I wasn’t I wouldn’t hesitate to put you in your place!” Belle said and jabbed her fingers into his side.

** Edgars eyes widened and a choked sound came out of him as he took a quick step back, his scarf shuddered. Belle made a confused look and Tara cracked her eye open to see what happened. Edgar’s face heated up as Belle took another step forward and jabbed him again “Snrk-! Stop!” Edgar said quickly slapping Belle’s hand away and backed up again. Belle stood there for a second before it clicked, and she smirked “Edgar... You’re not ticklish are you?” Belle asked, she took another step towards him.

Edgars face turned another shade of red and quickly looked over his right shoulder “No! Why would I be?” he said and started to walk backwards, and Belle kept pace “If you really aren’t ticklish, then why are you acting suspicious?” Belle asked and cracked her knuckles. Edgar swallowed and tried to quickly jump backwards, but he’d tripped over his chair and stumbled back.

Belle, like a cat waiting for the right moment, lunged at Edgar and grabbed his arms, and took him down to the ground. Tara just watched on from her spot on the floor as Belle wrangled the moody teen, Belle had managed to get his scarf off, and in the scuffle his hat had been knocked off as well. “BELLE! GET OFF OF ME!!” Edgar yelled as he tried to push the older woman off of him, but she was strong despite her appearance, and didn’t budge.

“Come now Edgar!” Belle said as she pinned his left hand down with her golden arm, Edgar had his hand gripping Belle left wrist and it slowly descended down to his side, “I thought you said you wanted something more challenging!~” Belle teased as her hand finally made contact with the teens side and started to quickly scribble her fingers into it.

Edgars eyes bulged and he bit the inside of his cheek, and started to kick his legs. A smile found it’s way to face and he closed his eyes and started to tremble under Belle’s fingers. “Hehe, what’s wrong boy? Cat got your tongue?~” Belle teased as she stared to squeeze up and down his side. He opened one of his eyes to glare at Belle, and he cracked when she’d squeeze near his hips, “Behehehelle! Stohohop!” he giggled out, “There ya go!” Belle said and chuckled.

Belle took her golden hand off of Edgar’s wrist and quickly brought it to his other side. He spluttered before a louder laugh left him. “BEHEHELLE! NOHOHO STOP!” he laughed and tried to push her hands away “Stop? Now why would I do that?” Belle said as she started to squeeze more up towards his ribs. “NOHOHOHO!! STOHOHOP IT! NOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!” Edgar cried and started to wiggle back and forth.

“Not where, here?” Belle said, her hands went under his poncho to his ribs and started to scribble her fingers into his ribs “BEHEHEHEHELLE! STOP STOHOHOHOP! NOHOHOHO HAHAHA NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!!” Edgar shrieked and shook his head and kicked his legs. “Ha! I didn’t realize you were this ticklish!” Belle said and snickered, her hands traveled back down to his sides and stomach, she lifted the hem of his shirt up and gently skittered her nails over his exposed belly, while her right hand squeezed his side.

Edgar let out a squeak before he started to thrash, “BEHEHEHELLE NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Edgar laughed as he tried to pull his shirt back down “Oh? You’re already begging? I haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.” Belle said menacingly “GOHOHOHOHOOD PAHAHART?!” Edgar laughed out.

Belle pulled her golden arm away from his side and used her teeth to pull the glove off of her hand, she pulled his shirt (and subsequently his poncho as well) and managed to wiggle her golden fingers up into the teens armpit.

Edgar lost it. The cold touch of her golden hand against his sensitive skin sent his nerves over the edge. He let out a high-pitched shriek and his laughter went silent, before it came back as a loud, screechy and shrill laughter. “BEHEHEHEHE- HAHAHAHAHA- BEHEHEHELLE!! NOHOHOHO- HEHEHAHAHAHA-!! NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHORE!!” Edgar said, barely managing to get the sentence out through his laughter.

“I don’t know Edgar, I mean, you look like you’re having fun down there.” Belle teased as she gently fluttered her nails over his waistline. “Besides, I think you deserve this for backtalking me all the time!” Belle said. Edgar could feel tears starting to slide down his cheeks, and he was slowly losing the energy to fight back.

Belle was actually starting to feel a little sorry for the kid, but she didn’t stop immediately, she let her cold, golden hand travel down from his armpit to ribs, then all the way down to his sides and belly. “Edgar.” Belle said, with a certain edge to it that brought his attention back to her “YEHEHES?!” he laughed out, his hands weakly trying to push her hands away by the wrists.

“I’m leader of the gang, correct?” Belle said as both her thumbs drilled into his hipbones “YEHEHEHES!!” he cackled out and arched his back “So... That means you gotta listen to me, right?” Belle said and watched for Edgar’s reactions. He paused for a second before he responded, “YEHEHEHEHES!!” Belle hummed at his response, “And if that means you’re gonna listen to me, that means you won’t backtalk me and question my decisions, right?” Belle asked.

“YEHEHEHES! YEHEHES OK WHAHAHATEHEHEHEVER YOHOU SAY!! JUHUHUHUHUST STOHOHOP ALREHEHEADY!!” Edgar squealed out as he wiggled in a last ditch effort to escape Belle’s merciless fingers. “I want to hear you say it.” Belle said as her golden fingers got dangerously close to his belly button, “Tell me you’re not gonna backtalk, or questions my decisions. AND that you’ll follow my orders, no matter how much you disagree with them!” Belle said.

Edgar gaped at her before another peal of laughter left him. For a few seconds he didn’t say anything, and Belle huffed. “Come on Edgar, say it!” she said and repositioned herself so she could get closer to his stomach “Don’t make me start blowing raspberries...” he warned. His eyes widened up at her, “NOHOHO DOHOHON’T!” he cried out and she raised her eyebrow “Then say it.” she said.

Edgar turned his head away and a conflicted look crossed his face, he really didn’t want to promise that, but he was slowly starting to go insane from all the tickling. Belle rolled her eyes, and a smiled crossed her lips despite herself. “Fine then, I guess we’re gonna have to give some raspberries then.” she said and grabbed his wrists and pinned them to his side. “Wahahahait! WAIT NOHOHO!” Edgar cried out as Belle sucked in a deep breathe.

“NOHOHOHO WAHAHAIT STOOOOOHOHOHOHOP!!” Edgar shrieked out, and Belle stopped, her face was a few inches away from his quivering stomach, when she exhaled her breathe teased his stomach. “Ihihihi... Ihihihi... G-gihihihive mehehe a sehehecond..!” he giggled out. “Hurry, I don’t have all day!” Belle warned, she was really tempted to just go ahead and blow that raspberry regardless, “Hohohohohold ohohon! L-Lehehet mehe catch my breheheheathe!” he cried out.

Belle rolled her eyes, but did let him catch his breathe. After a minute or two of Edgar gasping and giggling he looked away, shut his eyes and swallowed both the lump in his throat and his pride, he looked back at Belle. “Ihihihi prohohomise... I prohomise to lihihisten toho yohohou, ahahand to nohohot bahahacktalk you...” he said through a few giggles. Belle sat back up, though her hands still pinned his down “And promise to follow my orders, even if you don’t like them.” she said, with the scolding tone. “Behehehelle!” Edgar whined out, “Say it, or I’ll tickle you to death boy!” she threatened.

Edgar flinched at her words, and a loud whine escaped his through “FINE!” he shouted, “Ihihi also prohohomise to fohohohollow yohohour orders...” he said. “Even if you don’t like them?” Belle asked and he growled, “Yehehehes... Evehehen if Ihihi dohon’t like thehehem...” he said and looked away from Belle.

“There!” Belle said as she put the glove back on her golden hand and stood up off of him “That wasn’t so hard was it?” she asked and pulled the teen to his feet. He stumbled for a second, not expecting to be pulled up so quickly. Belle grabbed him by his shoulders as he steadied himself, he pulled his shirt and poncho back down and walked over to where his hat and scarf were on the ground.

“Go take a bath and get ready for bed, we might not be going out to do a heist, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t things to do around the base!” Belle said and clapped Edgar on the back as he walked by her, he just growled in response before he disappeared down a hallway.

“Mmmm hmmm mmm?” Tara asked from her corner, she was in a relaxed position with her legs still crossed, “Oh he’ll be fine, he’s just sore I made him giggle!” Belle said and laughed, Tara rolled both her eye and her third eye “Mmmhmm mmm mmmmmh!” Tara said, “Oh don’t you start too! What, do I need to tickle you to?” Belle asked and wiggled her fingers in Tara’s direction.

Tara’s eyes widened before she shook both her head and her hands “HMMHMM! HMMHMM!” Tara said and Belle really started to laugh “I’m just kidding!” Belle said and motioned toward the hall, “You should get ready as well, I’m gonna go check the perimeter to make sure Edgar didn’t accidentally alert anyone.” Belle said picking her rifle up and winked at Tara.

Tara got the message. Tara stood and stretched before she walked down the same hall Edgar had, Belle clapped her on the back as well before Belle headed out the door of their base.

#Kitten_Blunders #TicklyKitty Writes #brawl stars tickle #brawl stars tickling #this one got really long #safe to say I had a lot of motivation/inspiration to write #I have another request in my inbox; don't worry I saw yours #I did this one first because like I said; I had this idea floating around longer #god I love belle #belle is not above tickling people to get her way #also edgar kinda deserved it #and I just imagine tara's in the background watching this happen like- #*God; you both are such children...* #tara's too mature for tickle fights #or so she'll have you believe

[scottybrock]

Freak The Freak Out - Jade West

When Jade and Cat came to you and told you about what happened at Karaoke Dokie, you were seething. When they asked you for help, you were immediately on board. You tried to ignore the way Jade’s brilliant blue eyes lit up, and the charming (and rare!) smile she directed at you. Cat squealed, tackling you into a hug. You wrapped your arms around the petite redhead. Jade scowled, her brows furrowing as she watched you hug her best friend, wishing it could be her in your arms instead. 

She’d broken up with Beck a few months prior, when she realized that her attraction to you could no longer be denied. Beck was understanding, encouraging her to pursue you. After all, he just wanted her to be happy, even if she couldn’t be happy with him. Jade was in love with you- had been since the moment she’d laid eyes on you. She was a finicky person, but even in her eyes, you were perfect, from the way that you looked down to your personality. She loved your laugh, your smile. She wanted to know what it was like to kiss you, to hold you tight and never let go. However, her feelings weren’t as unrequited as she thought they were. Jade intrigued you, fascinated you. She was drop-dead gorgeous and her witty humor amused you to no end. You understood her in ways that her friends couldn’t, loved every part of her. You were irrevocably in love with Jade West. 

“So,” Jade’s voice was sharp. You pulled away from Cat, who clung onto your arm, hugging it to her. Jade scowled at her, then turned to face you. “What’s the plan?” Jade asked, her pretty blue eyes focused on you. You grinned at her. “Leave that to me, babe,” You winked. Jade’s eyes widened, her face flushing cranberry red. Your grin just grew, and Cat giggled, nudging you. Jade’s lips curved into a soft smile, her face still quite red. “Okay,” She replied, her voice uncharacteristically soft. Your grin softened into something much warmer, something much more real. “Okay,” You repeated. Jade’s soft smile grew wider, and she focused her gaze onto her shoes, worried that if she blushed any more, she’d spontaneously combust. She’d love that, but not before she had the opportunity to see if she could have something real with you; something that could possibly last forever. 

You showed up to Jade’s house the next evening. She opened the door, her brows furrowing. “Hi?” She asked. “I’m looking for Jade West,” You lisped, adjusting the prosthetic nose currently adorning your face. “Uh,” Jade hesitated. “Who are you?” You fixed the glasses, then adjusted your bulky sweater. “Louise,” You snickered. “Louise Nordoff.” Jade’s expression changed to one of confusion. “You have the wrong address,” She snapped, getting ready to slam the door in your face. You stuck your foot in the doorway, then whipped off the nose and glasses. She gaped at you. 

Cat appeared in the background, looking rather horrified. “You look hideous!” Cat chirped, earning her an elbow to her ribs. Your grin sharpened. “That’s all part of the plan, Cat.” You replied. Jade reached out, cupping your face in her hands. “But you have such a gorgeous face,” She pouted, giving your cheeks a little squeeze. “Why would you want to distort that?” You blushed bright red, your lips curving into a soft smile. It might have just been your imagination, but you swore Jade’s eyes flickered down to your lips. She swallowed, almost imperceptibly, then released you. “So, tell us this brilliant plan of yours,” Jade requested. However, she didn’t step back any further, delighting in the way your eyes twinkled mischievously. 

You arrived at Karaoke Dokie, sitting at a table. You watched as Jade and Cat walked over to Hayley and Tara, challenging them to pick a random opponent to sing against. Their eyes zeroed in on you, and you tried your hardest to seem as unassuming and unthreatening as possible-- it worked. Hayley and Tara stalked over to your table and propositioned you to a singing challenge. You timidly accepted, much to the untalented hags’ delight. 

After Hayley and Tara’s lackluster performance that earned half-hearted applause from the audience, you took your position. “I would like to sing ‘Freak The Freak Out.’” You requested. The DJ looked skeptical, questioning your song decision. “I would like to sing it now, please!” You screeched. 

The song began, and you awkwardly danced around the stage. While your voice was amazing, your appearance seemed to make the decision for the audience. However, the audience shouted in approval when you took your glasses off, chucked the fake nose behind you, and began to unbutton the admittedly comfortable, but hideous sweater. You removed your wig, then fluffed your hair as you continued to sing. You heard Jade’s scream of approval and grinned smugly at Tara and Hayley, who looked stunned. 

You jumped onto their table, dancing as you sang. You glanced down and noted the basket of food. Your mind flashed back to their horrid treatment of Cat and Jade, and your eyes narrowed. You kicked the basket of food, and it landed on Hayley’s lap. She shrieked in horror, and Tara glared daggers at you. You simply winked in response. 

Nearing the end of the song, you beckoned Jade and Cat onto the stage. Jade danced next to you, throwing her arms in the air and swinging her hips back and forth. You nearly lost track of what you were doing. Her beautiful blue eyes shone with genuine happiness, her full lips stretched out into a wide grin. Cat bounced along beside you, nudging you closer to her best friend. 

As the song came to the end, and the audience roared with approval, you turned to Jade, your breath catching in your throat; you and Jade were only inches apart, her breath fanning softly over your face. Her perfect features were one of hope. You leaned in further, dropping the microphone. It rolled to your feet, but you took no notice of it, only focused on the flawless woman in front of you. Her eyes twinkled beneath the multi-colored lights, her lips slightly parted as if inviting you to take that step- to do what you’d wanted to do since you met her. 

Your fingers trembled slightly as you gripped her chin, tilting her face to yours. You took a deep breath, forgetting that you were onstage. Cat was watching, her eyes wide but her grin even wider. You pulled Jade close with your free arm, waiting for her to pull back and possibly stab you with a pair of scissors that you knew she’d have somewhere on her person. 

Instead, she nestled closer, her eyelids falling shut. Your lips pressed against hers, hungry and wanting, but softly and sweetly. It was everything you had dreamed of. Her lips were as soft as silk, and her fingers tangled in your hair, wanting to pull you as close as she possibly could. She pressed against you, her hands drifting down to your waist, as if she wanted to memorize every part of your body. The applause became muffled background noise, with Cat and Beck cheering the loudest, screaming with joy at the top of their lungs. 

When air became a problem, you slowly pulled away, tentatively opening your eyes. Jade’s beaming smile knocked the remaining air out of your lungs, and you softly gasped. Her eyes scanned your face, her cheeks flushing slightly. “You love me,” She breathed. She could feel it in the kiss; no one had ever kissed her like that, made her feel this disgustingly mushy and soft. You blinked at her, your lips curving into a (fucking adorable, Jade noted) shy smile. “I do,” You replied. You thought you could hear Beck’s triumphant yell, but ignored it for the moment. “I love you, Jade West,” Your voice was soft, only for the two of you to hear. “I’m in love with you, West.” 

Jade’s sapphire eyes glistened, and she pulled you into a warm embrace. Holding Jade felt like the most natural thing in the world- like you were born to be in Jade’s life somehow, whether it was as a pining best friend, soul mate, etc. Her cheeks flushed most adorably. “Well, it’s a damn good thing that I love you, too.” Jade replied, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. You beamed up at her, nodding towards the back entrance. “Wanna head out?” You asked, batting your eyelashes at her. 

Jade shrugged, fine with either staying or going. “We could go, but we'd miss the results of the competition.” Jade stated. She shrugged again. You rolled your eyes playfully at her, then steered her in the direction of Beck and Cat. “Honestly, I already won my prize,” You retorted smugly. Jade rolled her eyes, but a smirk flitted across her face. “You’re so cheesy,” She teased lightly. You tilted your head at her, pouting. “But you love me anyways, don’t you?”  

Jade’s expression softened immediately and a soft, sweet, gentle smile flitted over her face. “I do,” She replied, brushing stray hair out of your face. You leaned into the touch, welcoming it. “I really, really do. I love you.”

#jade west fanfiction #jade west #jade x reader #jade west x reader #jade west fanfic #victorious #cat valentine

[jadegrey711]

Hi, I don’t know if your taking requests at the moment but I was wondering if I could get an imagine with Eric Northman where he falls in love with the reader who happens to be Tara Thornton’s sister? Please?

Love your writing❤️😃.

Unexpected

Eric Northman x Black Fem! Reader

A/N: I hope you like this! It’s definitely been a minute since I wrote for my fav vamp boy Eric! So i hope everything is consistent to the seasons. I did more of a first meeting with Eric and Reader, so I hope that’s okay. I also apologize for it being long but I’ve been in a writing slump for so long that I just kind of let it take me where it wanted to go until i ran out of juice for it lol. I hope it’s not too much of an abrupt cut off. 

Warnings: None 

Word Count: 1227

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It had been a month since you'd seen your sister, this mainly having to do with the fact that she was now Vampire. Which you knew she had a hard time adjusting to especially after everything she went through with Franklin. But you think that one of the main things that helped her with her transition was that no matter what you still remained a constant in her life.

Although this was the first time you'd be seeing your big sister in person, you'd called and texted each other constantly making sure that she still had some kind of normalcy in her new life. But from what she had been telling you after that first initial week she had adjusted well enough to be expected and even got a job at the place where her maker worked as a bartender. And that's where you were planning on meeting her tonight; Fangtasia.

You'd never been to a vampire bar. Not that you were prejudiced against them, it's just you never really had time for going out to bars and clubs with school literally keeping your social life shackled. So, you were both excited and nervous. You conveyed your feelings to Tara and she told you that there was nothing to worry about in the bar and if anyone did decide to mess with her big sister she'd take care of them personally.

You laughed her off but told her you appreciated it.

When you walked into Fangtasia it was nothing like you expected it to be. With it's red leather walls and stripper poles evenly spaced out in the place. Not to mention the massive bar that took up most of the space of the right wall and dead center was a stage with a lone chair or could you even call it a chair? It was more like a throne; that was sitting in the dead center of the stage with an obscenely handsome man sitting in it. His long legs spread out almost as if in invitation as he scanned the crowd of swaying bodies of both vampire and human. As he scanned the crowd his intense blue eyes suddenly made contact with yours. 

You felt like a mouse staring into the mesmerizing eyes of a snake as you held you captive with those eyes you felt your heartbeat quicken and saw a smirk spread on that stoic marble face. Could he actually hear your heartbeat from this far? And with all of this noise going on in the background? 

Suddenly you felt a hand around your arm and were pulled away from those transfixing eyes. 

“Y/N!” Tara smiled and instantly wrapped you in a hug. It was definitely a tighter hug than your used to from your big sister but you embraced her back, with a smile on your face. 

“Tara! I missed you so much.” you said as you continued to hug her before she pulled away. 

“I missed you too Y/N.” she said and you felt your heart expand at the sight of Tara’s genuine smile. “Come on let’s get you a drink. You’re going to need one if you’re going to deal with all these weirdos tonight.” she said as she pulled you towards the bar, without giving you a chance to sneak another peak at the mystery man on the throne. 

“Okay so we have to talk about the elephant in the room.” You stated as you watched Tara walk to the back of the bar as she started to pour the both of you drinks. 

Tara gave you a quizzical look and she almost looked wary. 

“Now does a drastic change in fashion sense come with being a vampire? Or is this just part of the job description?” You let out a chuckle and you felt your heart ache a bit as you saw Tara breathe a sigh of relief, before letting out a laugh herself. 

“It’s mainly for the job. So you don’t make the weirdos feel out of place.” She said just as two heavily pierced goths came up to order something at the bar. You quickly stifled a giggle at their pissed off expressions to which TAra just quickly shrugged them off and started making their drinks.

As you were talking with Tara the next thirty minutes you felt this ever present presence behind you like someone was boring holes into the back of your skull, demanding that you look at them. 

You swiveled in your seat, trying to find the source. You scanned the club, but felt your eyes mainly gravitate towards the center stage and the hulking presence that was seated there. 

You tried not to stare but he evidently had no problem with staring as he scanned down your body; those blue eyes seemingly taking in every minute detail of you. And in return you did the same to him. Taking in the short blonde hair, chiseled jaw and those massive hands; which sent a shiver down your spine at the thought of all of what those hands could do. 

“Oh hell no!” Tara shouted, gaining your attention again. “Don’t you dare go messing with Eric fucking Northman, Y/N. He is trouble with a capital crazy “T”.” 

“I’m not messing with anyone. But he’s gorgeous, you can’t say that he isn’t Tara.” You defended, feeling your cheeks heat. 

“Mhmm.” she said not believing a word of your crap. “I’m warning you Y/N, you're better off not even think-” Tara was cut off as you felt someone looming behind you and you suddenly realized that Tara wasn’t the only one who had gone quiet. 

“Hello there little mouse.” His voice was like sin covered silk and you felt your body instantly heat. “And who might you be?” 

You took a deep breath and turned in your seat. “I’m Tara’s sister, Y/N. '' You said softly as your eyes connected with his. Your breath caught in your throat as you took in all of him. Chiding yourself at noticing how big he actually is, so much so that you had to tilt your neck just to meet those pretty blue eyes. 

His smile reminded you of a wolf as he looked from you to Tara. “I didn’t know you had a sister Tara. And one that was this beautiful as well.” 

“She’s my kid sister.” Tara said, making you flinch at how she emphasized the kid part. 

“Does she have your mouth too?” Eric chided and you felt the slap dealt to your sister and got up from where you were sitting. 

“Yes, she does and she is also sitting right here. So if you have any questions why don’t you ask me and leave my sister alone.” You said, raising an eyebrow at him. 

He raised an eyebrow at you in return, turning his gaze back onto you, before stunning you with one of his wolfish smiles. 

“What?” You asked hesitantly.

“You are a very welcome surprise tonight, Y/N.” 

You felt a spike of bravery run through you, you’d decide later if it was a stupid streak of bravery later as you looked back up in those hungry eyes. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

You watched as his tongue darted out and wet his lips before he said “ Definitely a good thing. A very good thing.”

#jade tries writing #Jade takes requests #eric northman x reader #eric northman x black reader #eric northman x black female reader #true blood #true blood oneshots #eric northman oneshots #jadegrey writes #my writing

[girl4music]

BUFFY REWATCH - S05E08 - Shadow

WILLOW: "I just wish we knew what we were dealing with.

*Cut to Magic Box. The table is spread with books, Xander, Tara, and Willow sitting around it*

It feels like we're going around in circles."

*In the background we see Anya looking at bookshelves and a customer walking through the shop*

XANDER: "Our circles are going around in circles. We've got dizzy circles here, Giles."

*The customer walks up to the counter and hands Giles an item*

GILES: "Ah, weeping Buddha, shoulders your spiritual burden.

*Wraps the item*

Makes a lovely paperweight too."

TARA: "Maybe she's not in the books."

WILLOW: "What do you mean?"

TARA: "I mean, what if she's not a demon or sorceress or spirit or whatever these books cover?

*Giles looks over at her as he rings up the sale*

What if she's something else altogether?"

GILES: "Thank you, come again.

*Hands item to customer and comes out from behind counter toward the table*

Something new, you mean?"

TARA:

*Shakes head*

"Something old. So old it predates the written word."

WILLOW:

*Thinks of something*

"Giles, the Dagonsphere. You said that was created to repel..."

GILES: "That which cannot be named."

*Removes glasses thoughtfully*

WILLOW: "So I'm thinking maybe she..."

GILES: "Predates language itself?"

*Willow nods significantly. Xander looks puzzled*

XANDER: "Well hey, if it means I don't have to read anymore, woo! And might I add a big hoo!"

GILES: "If Tara's right, then we're blind. There's... there's no way we can determine... her moves, her habits, where she'll turn up next-

*He turns around, putting his glasses back on and is confronted by Glory. She has a few items in her hands*

Oh! I beg your-"

GLORY:

*Abruptly*

"Uh-huh.

*Holds up items*

I want these."

GILES: "Yes, of course!

*Hurries behind the counter, taking the items*

Um, you find everything all right?"

GLORY: "No problemo."

*Takes out her purse as Giles scribbles on a receipt*

GILES: "That's, um...

*Shot of Xander, Tara, and Willow sitting at the table, ignoring Giles and his "customer." Cash register noises. They continue looking at the books*

Your receipt.

*Hands receipt to an impatient Glory*

And...

*Puts items in a paper bag*

Thank you!

*Hands bag to Glory. She smiles and leaves. Giles watches her, smiling. Turns back to the others, removes glasses again*

She could be anywhere. But if she is as powerful as, uh, Buffy says, I imagine it won't be long before she makes herself known."

*Shot of the others sighing and turning back to the books*

I love this scene. It's total classic camp comedy style where the characters are all oblivious to what is going on and the audience totally knows what's happening. It's funny as fuck how Giles just hands that stuff to Glory without realizing that that's who they're looking for and none of the other characters realize it either. 😂

I'm so proud of Tara. 😁 She's finally including herself in with the Scooby researching and detective chatter. And they probably would have never figured out that crucial information without her thinking outside the box (or outside the books) and mentioning that who they're looking for predates all recorded information. Score for the blonde witch! I'm sure Willow was very proud too. 😊

#buffy the vampire slayer #shadow #tara maclay #willow rosenberg #rupert giles #xander harris #glory

[xplrerdolan]

𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐆𝐔𝐘 [ 𝘊𝘖𝘓𝘉𝘠 𝘉𝘙𝘖𝘊𝘒 ]

⤬ SUMMARY: Colby thinks he may have met the one. Amber is everything he’s ever wanted; he’s never been so in love before, he’s sure of it. And then he meets you—and suddenly, Amber’s once shining colors seem so dull. He knows it’s wrong, but the more he resists you, the more he wants you—and the more he hates himself for it. ➝ NOTE: this fic is written from Colby’s perspective.

⤬ WARNINGS: cisfem!reader, adultery, swearing, consumption of alcohol [reckless; in excess], smut, unprotected sex

⤬ WORD COUNT: 4.5k

⤬ DISCLAIMER: this is a work of fiction. i do not condone the act of cheating, and in no way is this fic meant to glorify or promote adultery.

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I loved Amber—love her. I swear. Everything from her auburn hair and honey-brown eyes. She dazzled me when we first met, and I want to believe that those feelings are still there. They're just buried... really, really deep.

It was killing me; she was killing me, slowly and torturously. With her claws impaled in my ribs, still sinking, threatening to own every part of me—down to my last breath.

It was getting bad. Or maybe that's just what I'm telling myself to provide me some sense of comfort. "Getting bad" was an understatement; even "getting worse" didn't do it justice. The other night, I did something terrible—so far beyond bad or worse that my stomach clenched every time I thought about it.

For the first time in weeks, Amber and I got intimate. I wanted to remind myself of who I had fallen in love with a year ago. I wanted to pull myself out of the mess I'd made; I wanted to pull Amber right back into my arms and lock her there tight.

We fucked in the dark—my first mistake. My second: I fucked her from behind. Hearing her moans, which normally drove me wild, was making me soft inside her. I didn't give her time to notice. I did the only thing I could do. I twirled her hair around my fingers and pulled her back, lifting her upper body off the mattress toward me. I brought my other hand to her mouth and silenced her. She perceived this as an act of dominance, not of shame.

I screwed my eyes up tight and thought of her. The mere memory of her sent blood coursing through my groin again, making me rock-hard inside of Amber. I focused on the wisps of her image that flashed through my mind as I chased my orgasm so it could all be over.

In the midst of my euphoria, I nearly called out her name—[Y/N]. I felt it teasing the tip of my tongue before I swallowed it forcefully, her name swelling in my throat and choking me. Tears rose to my eyes and I pulled out of Amber quickly, the evidence of my crime mocking me from inside the condom. I pulled it off me in disgust, flinging it towards the trash can and probably missing.

Amber—bless her heart—started to comfort me. "Baby, don't worry," she said softly, pulling my hands away from my face. "Don't be so hard on yourself. It's been a while. I didn't expect you to last long. Besides, I enjoyed myself while it did."

Her smile was so sweet. It took everything in me to not break down right there. I pulled her in for a tight hug to hide my face. I held my breath until the burning feeling in my nose went away and my tears dried. I kissed her cheek, fighting the bile rising in my throat as I did so. It's not that she disgusted me—I disgusted myself.

Without a word I stood from the bed and went to the shower. I turned the tap all the way to the left, the water quickly becoming scalding hot. I forced myself to stand under it, my back arching away from the heat as it assaulted my body. I grimaced as I endured my self-inflicted punishment, grabbing a bar of soap and scrubbing at my skin desperately. I wanted to wash her away. I wanted to remove the layer of skin she corrupted. Twenty minutes and half a bar of soap later, I resigned myself to the fact that it wasn't working. When I stepped out of the shower, my skin was a stark red.

I tried to remember all the pain of that night as I drove to her house for what I promised myself would be the last time.

❋

I didn't tell her that I was going over there to talk. I just told her I was coming over. To be completely honest, I told her instead of asking to feel like I had some control over the situation knowing I didn't. From the moment I'd met her, she had me wrapped around her finger, tucked neatly under that silver and amethyst ring she wore on her left middle finger—the one I'd first complimented her on when we met.

My fingers curled around the steering wheel in response to the flood of memories from that night; her little black dress, shamelessly flaunting her body; her body, the source of my hypnosis, my obsession. Even among a slew of memories I wish I'd never made, I savored the image of her body—covered, uncovered; coated in sweat as we fucked in the backseat of my car, drenched in water as I fucked her against the tile walls in her shower.

That night, she'd walked right up to me and snatched the red-solo cup right out of my hands before taking a long, deep drink from it. In fact, she drained it. The amethyst in her ring glittered as she handed my cup back to me, and since I was already pretty drunk, I didn't pay any mind to the sheer audacity of her careless, crass actions. Looking back on it now made me puff out a dry laugh and shake my head at myself. Our very first interaction was a red flag—[Y/N] took what she wanted when she wanted, and once she got what she wanted, she discarded what she didn't.

If I could go back, I'd say, "Get the fuck away from me." But hindsight is 20/20, and that's not what I said. On my way to incoherence at the hand of alcohol, I slurred at her, "Ni—cool, uh... thingy."

Couldn't decide on an adjective, couldn't remember the noun. Completely helpless in her presence from the first moment. And just like every other time she left me helpless, she just giggled at me for it. She found it funny, the effect she had on everyone around her. Everyone—men, women, nonbinary people, regardless of their sexuality or how attracted they were to her sexually. Every person she touched or talked to or smiled at was instantly inclined to like her. She was the kind of person who made you insecure in your own desirability—not just sexually, but whether people desired to be around you, and if people desired to be your friend. She was the kind of person you craved approval from. You could beg her for it with your eyes, try to get her to say it out loud, but she never budged. She left you hanging, dangling in front of her judiciary stare.

Imagine what happens when a person like that decides she wants more than just the drink in your cup? more than the shirt off your back? more than what you have to give? Here I am, the remnants of an answer.

She informed me that the thingy on her finger was a ring. She held her hand out, fingers sprawled, palm down. Innocently (ignorantly) I held her fingers in mine and gently twisted them, just barely turning them to the left and right, to watch the crystal glitter. Its edges were jagged, the rock as sharp and raw as her sense of humor. I traced the swirls of smoky purple with my eyes, squinting to really focus.

She humored me as I was clearly very drunk. She was feeling the buzz from the drink she'd stolen from me, and she was keen to catch up. When Tara, who had brought her to the party, walked up to her with a cup filled one-third of the way with brown liquor, which I could see from the shadow against the plastic, she was only too happy to take it with her free hand and immediately chug its contents. Rather than cringing from the taste, she stood before me with her eyes closed, humming. I stared at her in awe, my attention ripped away from her shiny ring while my fingers were still wrapped around hers. I only snapped back to reality when she pulled her hand from mine and gently pushed up against my chin to make me close my mouth.

After my mouth was closed, her fingers lingered on my skin, and subtly—quick enough for no one else to notice—she trailed her thumb over my bottom lip. She told me later that she liked the way it always made me look a little pouty, even when I smile. I had a feeling it only did that around her—when I was reduced to a beggar.

Stopped at a red light, I looked into the rear-view mirror and examined my lower lip. I ran my fingers over it, exactly where hers had been, and heaved a sigh through my nose. I could never look at my own lips the same way again.

I remember that I'd tried to tell her I had a girlfriend; I'd giggled it out, sounding like a little boy about to do something his mom had told him not to. Rather than backing off, she only seemed that much more interested. She didn't like being told she couldn't have something. And she'd take it anyway, just to prove she could, just to spite the rules.

She got off on the idea of making a loyal man disloyal. Whether it was to prove there was no such thing as a loyal man or to prove that she could get anyone she wanted no matter the circumstance, I don't even think she could say. It might be a little bit of both.

As I pulled onto her street, I solemnly admitted to myself that she'd done more than prove both, even with me walking away today. Walking away today didn't negate that I'd walked toward her before. The memory of the first time I met her was often revisited with anger; anger directed at her. Until now, I'd blamed her for my actions. But she hadn't been in that bedroom a few nights ago. She hadn't replaced Amber with herself, I did.

I knocked on her door twice. She called back to give her a second, and I could hear her music playing in the background. When she reached the door, she swung it open and posed in the doorway.

An involuntary whine came from the back of my throat, feeling briefly lightheaded as the blood in my body redirected south. I peered down at her over the bridge of my nose as if tipping my head away from her would make her any less irresistible.

She stood before me, dressed only in lingerie. The lacy ensemble was a bright cherry red, the color stark against her beautiful skin. The bralette cupped her breasts as if it were made for her body—and knowing [Y/N]'s tastes, it probably was made for her. The lace detailing continued down over her ribs, and a satin bow rested at the base of her cleavage. The matching panties came up to her waist, and a bow matching the one on her bra sat just under her bellybutton. They were incredibly simple, but her beauty and grace made them seem intricate and complex. What really killed me was the matching sheer boudoir robe, with its satin belt tied around her waist, emphasizing her curves, and its faux-fur trim surrounding her like a demonic aura.

She took my resistance for teasing, giggling at me—or maybe she could see right through me, and she knew I was desperately trying to resist her. And maybe she planned to dress as she had just to ruin me.

But truthfully, that's exactly what it did. And because I'd already accepted that I was a pathetic, weak bastard, I let my resolve crumble. One last time, I thought firmly. One last time and then it's over.

I brought my left hand to her waist, the satin belt feeling like heaven against my fingertips, and pushed her back into her foyer and shut her door, pretending for the moment that she was mine. She was mine and she wanted me as much as I wanted her, and she didn't want anyone else.

My hands moved up to cup her face, my thumbs tracing over her jawline. My eyes roamed her face freely, looking over her features as though I hadn't memorized them already, as if they weren't stained on the backs of my eyelids. Her gaze steadily met mine, a twinkle dancing in her eyes like she knew just how much power she had over me. She knew how weak I was for her.

For fuck's sake, she hadn't even touched me yet and I was already drunk on her. She'd left me breathless with just a look; she'd stolen whatever fragmented sense of control I had left without so much as a "hello."

Somewhere between wallowing in self-hatred and drowning in lust, I pressed my lips against hers, welcoming the sweet torture. Her lips felt softer than the satin draped over her waist. My hands started exploring her body, pushing past her robe to grab at her ass over her panties. While the feeling of it was enough to send a thrill through my lower abdomen, nothing brought me more euphoria than hearing her respond to my touch.

Her moans sent me out of my body; the only thing I cared about was her pleasure and being the source of it. My fingers pushed the red lace to the side before properly gripping the plump flesh, massaging it gently the way I knew she liked. It pleased her enough to earn her fingers raking through my hair, tugging on the little hairs at the base of my neck to make me whine.

It pained me that she had found that sensitive spot of mine in the few weeks we'd been sneaking around while Amber still hadn't found it after a year. My eyebrows knitted together, and I pulled [Y/N] tighter against my body, savoring these last moments of true satisfaction. The friction between our bodies made me harder than Amber had made me in months. Among the embers of my burning lust flared the searing heat of self-hatred; indulging in her made me a masochist to my own sadism.

I guided her backward through her hallways, the route all too familiar. We stumbled into her bedroom, making sure to lock the door—hiding from even the pictures on the wall.

On a less significant day, I'd be ravishing her. But, as I reminded myself sternly, this would be the last day I spent with her—I had to savor it. Despite telling myself that over and over again, the reality of it hit me hard at that moment. I felt myself choke on the emotion, my body betraying me as I felt tears prick at my eyes.

I refused to allow [Y/N] to see it. I turned her around, facing away from me, and gathered myself. While I calmed myself down, I slowly trailed my fingers over her sheer robe from her wrist up to her shoulders, raising goosebumps along her skin. I focused all of my energy on disrobing her, not letting a fraction of my attention slip elsewhere—especially not toward inconvenient, intrusive emotions.

My hands moved to caress the bare skin of her chest, just above her gorgeous breasts. They traveled south over her bust and then settled on the delicate bow holding the garment together. I undid the bow gently, taking my time loosening it. I could tell she wanted me to hurry—she sighed and pressed herself against me—but, just this once, I was going to indulge myself first.

I shushed her softly, drawing the sound out as I brought my mouth next to her ear. I whispered to her, "I'm going to take my sweet time having my way with you today."

She shivered against me, my breath fanning over her sensitive skin tickling it just right. She chuckled softly, an amused smile stretching over her face. She then clicked her tongue and cast a gaze over her shoulder, considering me briefly. Apparently, she decided to play along; her body relaxed against me, allowing me to control the pace.

I carried on with my actions, pulling the garment off at a painstakingly slow pace before draping it over a chair in the corner of her room. Her stillness made her look statuesque; I wouldn't be surprised if she turned to stone right before me, proving to be some artist's rendition of perfection.

"Lay down for me, on your back," I ordered.

She complied. If I didn't know any better, I might feel like I had some control over her, like she was naturally submissive. But the truth was [Y/N] merely allowed others to feel dominant; we both knew it was me who followed her, not the other way around. But for the moment, it was nice that the cat humored her mouse.

I crawled across the bed, pausing to hover over her and steal a kiss. Before I pulled away, she tugged at my shirt by the hem, wordlessly commanding me to remove it. I pulled it over my head by the neck, tossing it haphazardly to the floor. I leaned over her again, my hands on either side of her head, my arms outstretched.

She trailed her nails softly over my arms—always careful to not leave marks—before resting them on the back of my neck, pulling me down toward her again. She kissed me then like I'd never been kissed before: with a gentle passion, a soft intensity. She must have known—somehow, she must've.

When she pulled away from me, I lingered above her with my eyes closed, still processing the complex emotions she stirred in me. As I contemplated this, she pressed another kiss to my lips, this time quick and succinct, a little peck. It was enough to ground me back in reality.

I moved down her body, trailing open-mouthed kisses across her skin. I watched as her chest began to rise and fall faster the closer I got to her core, feeling more pleasure from causing her arousal than I'd felt in my entire relationship with Amber.

I situated myself between her legs, scooping my arms under them so they rested on my shoulders. She shot me a confused glance as I had yet to remove her panties, making me smirk. I blew softly over her covered core, a sensation that would do little more than tease her. She sighed again, a wry smile on her face. I was staying true to my word of taking my time with her.

I closed my mouth over her center, pressing my tongue against it to dampen the lace and taunt her with a feeling just on the cusp of pleasure. I sucked the cloth into my mouth, drenching it further, making sure it just barely grazed her most sensitive spot. She moaned, the sound a mix between pleasure and frustration. She ground her hips toward me, seeking more from me. I felt drunk on her desperation and wanted to feel more of it. I brought my hands to her hips and held them down, continuing her slow torture.

She balled her fists in the sheets, pouty moans falling past her lips. I felt her resist the pressure I placed on her hips, but I wasn't ready to give into her. I delivered a sharp, quick smack to her outer thigh. She gasped, relaxed into me, and let out a low moan.

After another minute of making her endure my teasing, I pushed myself up on my elbows to pull her panties off, earning a sigh of relief from her. I returned to my position and pressed kisses to her skin—along her thighs, in the crevices where her legs met her hips, and all over her mound. Finally, I kissed along her lower lips, starting at the very base and working my way up to the place she needed me most.

I settled my attention on her clit, slowly swirling my tongue around it, earning the tiniest moan from her. I then sucked the bundle of nerves into my mouth to further stimulate her, watching her back arch slightly and pull even harder at the sheets.

I couldn't stop watching her reactions. I felt myself growing impossibly harder at the sound of her moans, the head of my cock starting to throb. I lapped at her ambrosial juices, my tongue roaming the entirety of her pussy. She really started to squirm for me when I slipped my tongue into her, curling it up each time it entered her. After teasing her with my tongue, I brought it back to her clit and moved my left hand to finger her with my middle and ring fingers, sucking on the hardened bundle of nerves while my fingers pumped in and out of her.

At this point, her fingers were in my hair and her legs trembled around my head. She moaned my name in pleasure over and over, seemingly incapable of saying anything else. Her head was tipped back into the pillows, her back arched dramatically. I brought her closer and closer to her orgasm, my eyes trained on her writhing figure, enjoying the view immensely.

It didn't take long for her walls to start clenching around my fingers, a feeling that made my dick twitch in anticipation. I sped my fingers up, curling them up to tease the most sensitive part within her. Her voice broke off as she reached her peak, her hips grinding against my mouth desperately. My fingers worked through her high, slowing down as her body relaxed again. I lapped at her folds for a few moments longer, just enjoying the taste. When she looked down at me again, her eyes were filled with lust and affection.

When I crawled over her again, I pressed my lips against hers in a long, sensual kiss. I felt her push against my chest, wanting me to lay back so she could return the favor, but guilt weighed heavily in my stomach at the thought. As badly as I wanted it, I truly did not deserve it, and I would rather feel regret and longing than even deeper guilt. I chuckled into her mouth softly and shook my head.

"I can't wait any longer," I lied, pulling her bottom lip between my teeth. She moaned softly at my words, her nails scratching lightly over my chest.

I pulled away from her to finish undressing. I kept my eyes on hers, watching her reaction as my cock slapped against my lower abdomen, feeling a rush of lust as she subconsciously bit her lip. I attempted to crawl over her again, but she shook her head, sitting up.

"I wanna ride you," she purred. Another wave of lust washed over me, making me moan softly. I laid back against her pillows and watched her straddle me.

She leaned down to kiss me, grinding her dripping pussy over my shaft as she did so. A strangled moan escaped me; finally getting the attention I'd been craving was enough to make me quiver under her touch. She teased me like that for a while, working me up even more—the sweetest torture.

Finally, she allowed me to slip into her, my eyes rolling back into my skull at the feeling. She let out an erotic moan, the sound mixing with my own gasps of pleasure. I gripped her hips as she worked them over me. My eyes lazily trailed over her body, drinking in the sight of her gorgeous body.

She placed her hand under my chin and lifted my gaze up to meet hers. When our eyes locked, my heart stuttered in my chest. We held eye contact for a long moment, long enough that I felt myself unravel beneath her.

Then, she smirked down at me, a little giggle slipping past her lips. It was incredible how she could do so much to me while doing so little. I flipped our positions, surprising her, making her giggle more. I couldn't hold back a chuckle and a wide smile myself. I swooped down to kiss her before working my hips against hers, the feeling of her pussy around me making my mind go almost completely blank.

In fact, horrible as it was, the only thing on my mind was how much better it felt to be with [Y/N] than Amber.

I dipped my head down, biting marks into her neck—a luxury she could afford. She tugged on my hair, hard; it was the only thing she could do without leaving any evidence behind. I shut my eyes tight, trying to push the image and memory of Amber from my mind at this moment, focusing only on the woman underneath me.

I brought a hand up to grab a fistful of her hair, tugging on it to expose more of her neck to me. I sped up the rhythm of my thrusts, my teeth grazing against her sensitive skin. I felt my orgasm approaching, so I brought my thumb to her clit and rubbed it vigorously, wanting to feel her clench around me one last time.

I knew her body well enough to make it happen. Not even a minute later, the walls of her pussy fluttered around my cock, a stuttering, breathy moan escaping her. The way her legs trembled around me and her hips rolled up to meet mine sent me over the edge, making me cum harder than I'd ever cum before.

I rested inside of her after the fact, my head nestled in the crook of her neck. She played with my hair, humming contentedly as she gave me a moment to collect myself. When I finally did pull out of her, I reached over for the baby wipes she keeps on her nightstand, cleaning myself and her up carefully.

I laid back, opening my arms to her. She curled up next to me, laying her head on my chest. I stayed silent for a few moments, trying to enjoy my last few moments of peace for what they were—the calm before the storm.

When I took a deep breath, [Y/N] already knew what was coming. I explained my feelings to her in as little detail as possible—I was too ashamed to admit to her that I'd been replacing Amber with her in my mind, but I suspected she already knew.

I left her fifty bucks for a Plan B, kissed her once more, and left her house for the last time.

#colby brock #colby brock imagine #colby brock smut #colby brock x reader #series: where we go #colby brock fanfic #colby brock fic

[leverage-ot3]

notable moments from The Zanzibar Marketplace Job

leverage 2.12

Hardison: Two weeks in Tokyo. We'd have a great time.

Parker: What are we stealing?

Hardison: We don't steal anything. We'd be tourists.

Parker: Not following you

hardison: BE DOMESTIC WITH ME PLS

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Waitress (puts down beer): There you go.

Eliot: Ahh. Thank you, sweetheart.

Waitress: Anytime.

(Nate kicks Eliot under the table)

Eliot: What? Really? What, I can't have a friend?

Nate: Join a softball team

me whenever eliot flirts with someone other than parker or hardison

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Tara: You know he's drinking again.

Eliot: I'm not an idiot, Tara.

Tara: I was told this was a problem.

Eliot: The drinking is not a problem. It's a symptom

this!!!

also eliot’s hair braids are adorable

- - - - -

(Sterling walks into the bar behind Eliot, approaches table)

Nate: Eliot, I'm gonna ask you not to do anything violent.

Eliot: What? What are you talking about? I only use violence As a - as a - as an appropriate response.

Sterling: Hello, Nate.

(Eliot’s face turns murderous and he turns to punch Sterling in the face, then proceeds to throw him down on a table and continue punching him. The bartender moves to call the police, but Hardison stops him by passing him money, Parker watches enthusiastically)

Tara: And this is?

Nate: James sterling. We used to work together. Insurance.

Tara: He seems to rub Eliot the wrong way.

Nate: You think?

(Nate walks over to where Eliot is still beating Sterling, and now has him by the throat)

parker and hardison literally have heart eyes for eliot in this scene ??? ot3 ???

hardison bribing the bartender not to call the police? parker watching like she’s being turned on or something? eliot’s face right before he hears sterling’s voice? sterling hitting eliot with a stick? CHAOTIC

- - - - -

Tara: Okay. Is there any chance she took the egg?

Parker: No. Maggie's the most honest person we know. But besides that, she's okay.

parker adores maggie

- - - - -

Sterling: You live and work here?

Nate: Yeah.

Sterling: I like the old place better.

Hardison: Do not mention the old offices.

people that have no rights: sterling

- - - - -

they had a legit P I L E of passports ready ??? SO MANY

- - - - -

Tara: Okay, you cannot out-bureaucrat a former Soviet Union bureaucrat. These guys gamed the most corrupt system on earth for 50 years. Paperwork's not gonna cut it. They're used to trading favors, not forms.

- - - - -

Nate: I just need some proof.

Parker: It was an inside job. Average keypad hack time is 1 minute, 9.3 seconds. Inner door access card takes at least 30 seconds for anybody but Hardison, and then the vault was an old Mark II Remington. In and out average - 7 minutes, 40 seconds. But these thieves, they did it in 5 minutes, 12 seconds. Maggie had the best access, so the real thieves only had to get her codes and badge. Yeah, only way they could pull it off that fast.

Sterling: How long has she been sitting..

sterling being utterly BAFFLED by parker is my aesthetic

+ she’s wearing a leather jacket AND a cute red flannel,,, the bi energy is strong

- - - - -

Parker: It's your first time being a fugitive, so I made you a bag..

Maggie: Thank you, Parker. It's not that I don't appreciate getting out of jail, I just can't live my life a fugitive.

Nate: But you're not a fugitive.

Parker: Passports, money, lock picks.

Nate: You were released, not broken out.

Parker: Toothpaste, explosives. Do not mix these up.

Maggie: Thank you, Parker.

+

Parker: This looks like gum. Not gum. Diamond-edged file blade.

Nate: Yeah, yeah. That's great.

Parker: She needs this stuff.

maggie is such a Mom™ rolling with parker’s antics and we love her for that

also PARKER IS TRYING SO HARD TO BE NICE BECAUSE SHE LIKES AND CARES ABOUT MAGGIE AND WE LOVE TO SEE IT

- - - - -

Parker: So, I took your advice and did the whole touristy thing. Went to the museum, and it was amazing.

Hardison: You see?

Parker: Yeah. They have a guardian T-840 security system. I've only seen those things in books. And the motion detectors - ooh, gorgeous! Six digital receptors. Six!

Hardison: What about the paintings?

Parker: What about the paintings?

she reads about security systems in books? omg I love it

- - - - -

Parker: We meet on internet.

hi I’m sorry but the way she said it was hilarious

- - - - -

Hardison: Alexander's got a travel visa to the United Arab Emirates. He's also setting up accounts in the Caymans, Macau, and Switzerland.

Nate: Yes, countries with no extradition treaty, tax havens

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Tara: I got this one.

Eliot: Really? What are you gonna say to him? 'cause we got no cover story. We got no background on this cat.

Tara: Okay. That's it, then. I won't say anything. Really. Not one word. Just when he turns around and looks at you, do that thing with your eyes that scares people.

Eliot: I don't... know what you're talking about.

Tara: Oh, you know exactly what I'm talking about.

Eliot: Pffff.

(Tara sits down next to Chernov and grabs his lunch, taking a bite)

Chernov: What the... Who the hell are you? Do I know you? Did Samuels send you?

(Tara moves a little, still chewing Chernov’s lunch)

Chernov: I paid them off. I took care of it.

(Tara looks over her shoulder at Eliot, who is scowling)

Chernov: Oh, god. Please. Is this about the item?

(Tara throws up her hands)

Chernov: I didn't know. No one told me.

(Tara checks her watch and stands up)

Chernov: Wait! Here. This is all I have. (hands her envelope) I'll back out. I'm sorry.

(Tara gives Chernov back his lunch)

Chernov: Sorry! (walks away)

Tara (rejoins Eliot and gives him the envelope): What we imagine is always so much better than the reality.

Eliot: Like love?

this whole scene was iconic

- - - - -

Sophie: Well, the prospective buyers are invited by their black-market contacts. They show up, they verify the merchandise, and they make a sealed bid. Hey, um, shine an ultraviolet light on that card.

(Hardison pulls a light from a bag and shines in on the card)

Eliot: Seriously? You have one just laying around?

he had one on his keychain in The Ice Man Job and boy do I love continuity

- - - - -

Tara: Parker, double reverse on three.

(Tara places envelope on tray, Parker takes envelope and passes it to Eliot)

we LIVE for smooth hand-offs

+ eliot did the flip thing with the envelope

- - - - -

Sterling: You're welcome. I don't know how you people ever manage – (flinches at feedback on com)

[Interior Van]

Hardison: Oh, I'm sorry, man. That just happens sometimes with the ear buds - You know, feedback.

[Embassy Hallway]

Sterling: As I was saying, the method - (flinches at feedback on com)

[Interior Van]

Hardison: Sorry.

[Embassy Hallway]

Sterling: This isn't gonna stop until I - (flinches at feedback on com)

[Interior Van]

Hardison: Stop talking. Shh. Please

PARKER’S SMILE AT HARDISON FUCKING WITH STERLING? AMAZING

- - - - -

parker is wearing a flannel now :)

+ the leather jacket she wears over it a little later

- - - - -

(Sterling pulls phone from his pocket)

Eliot: What are you doing?

Sterling (dialing): Calling the police. They don't get to dictate to -

Eliot (grabs phone): We're not calling the cops. Two hostages means they can kill one to make a point. (throws phone down on table) All right, listen. There's three types of calls we can get next. One - amateur. Cash and a dump site. Number two - professional. That's wire transfers and multiple-location drop-offs. (glances at Sterling) And three - targeted.

Hardison: Targeted toward us?

Eliot: No. Towards a specific ransom demand - Not cash. (looks at Faberge Egg case)

Sterling: You're not risking a $9 million artifact...

Eliot: It might be the only chance.

Sterling: ...on a hunch! Let me run this. We track the calls, find out whoever it is, have the police surround -

Eliot (walks around table to stand with team): Sterling, I'm the retrieval specialist. That's my job.

Sterling: Your friends' lives hang in the balance, and you're gonna take your cues off a punch-up artist instead of me? (closes case and takes phone from table) Call me when you need me. 'cause you will need me. (leaves with case)

eliot being the focused, determined retrieval specialist that’s hell bent on getting everyone back safe? we love to see it

+ parker, hardison, and tara having 100% faith in him standing beside him

- - - - -

Eliot: He's angry. We took his payday. (phone rings) All right, all right. (pulls phone toward him and hits button for intercom) Go.

Distorted Voice: If you follow our instructions, your friends will be returned unharmed.

Eliot: We agree. Tell us what you want.

Distorted Voice: You owe me

(Hardison uses computer to remove distortion)

Alex: $9 million.

Hardison: It's Alex. It's Alexander.

[Embassy Hallway]

Alex: I still have a buyer for the egg. Return it, and I return your friends.

[I.Y.S. Insurance Offices]

Eliot: I want proof of life now.

Alex: Agreed

it’s cool to see how Retrieval Specialist™ eliot spencer actually works

- - - - -

Nate: Yeah. Yeah, I was lying to you for your own good.

Maggie: Quick little hint for your next marriage - that excuse does not fly with any woman on earth.

Nate: Oh, go- next marriage? That's really nice to say.

Maggie (hitting Nate with spray can): You know what? I've heard that one before.

Nate: Heard what before? What are you talking about?

Sam: Are you actually having this argument now?!

Nate: She started it.

Maggie: He started it

chaotic ex spouses

- - - - -

Eliot: Listen, listen - we know who's behind this, all right? We know what they want. We have the upper hand here. We do.

COMPETENCY!!! HE KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT HES TALKING ABOUT AND WE LOVE TO SEE IT

- - - - -

they made a taser out of two ends of a live wire and a flamethrower with a match and an aerosol I love it

- - - - -

Sam: Give me that. The thing everyone screws up when they fake their own death - no body. Well, that can work, but it leaves no suspect for the police to chase.

Alex: You won't get away with this.

Sam: No, you will. Of course, I've left an evidence trail a mile wide, Visa applications, accounts in offshore banks.

Alex: You were my friend!

Sam: I was your employee. And thanks to your screw-ups, I was an employee with no pension, no savings, no nothing. That was really, really unacceptable to me.

Nate: Well, it's a good plan. What? I- I - listen, I spent 20 years chasing, you know, guys that faked their own death. I mean, this one - it's pretty well thought-out.

Sam: Exactly. Alexander Lundy, desperate for cash, turns to violence. And his poor assistant, Sam, loyal to the last, caught in the cross fire at a ransom drop gone bad.

that’s actually really smart

- - - - -

eliot’s sly grin right before the flashback revealing how they got away with it

- - - - -

(Alex vomiting into a barrel)

Parker (handing him a cloth): It's okay. First bomb's always the hardest (cringes)

- - - - -

Eliot: Was it because they wanted us to hear Sam's performance? It's 101, man. After that, (looks hardison up and down) you don't have to be a rocket scientist to figure it out.

Maggie: You know, people underestimate you, Eliot.

Nate: That's kind of the point

HE CONSIDERES HARDISON TO BE AKIN TO A ROCKET SCIENTIST

- - - - -

Reporter (on television): And that's not all. Today, based on his work recovering the priceless artifact, James Sterling was invited to join Interpol. He's a real-life Sherlock Holmes.

Parker: Interpol? Seriously?

Hardison: Sterling's career gets another boost off of our hard work.

Tara: We didn't even get paid.

Hardison: Nope.

Tara: I hate this guy.

Eliot (taps his beer bottle on Tara's): Now you're part of the team. (walks away)

THAT is what it takes lmfao

also eliot was wearing a flannel in that scene

#leverage 2.12 #leverage 2x12 #the zanzibar marketplace job #leverage #leverage season 2 #season 2 #notable moments #mine

[ortizobsessed]

You’ve Got This

Only 10 MONTHS late, but here is the fic I’ve been promising for a while!

Reader x Juice where you two have a very platonic love for each other, and when you’re about to have a baby (the father is no longer in the picture) Juice is right there by your side.

Warnings: A few swears, mild description of childbirth.

Word Count: 2204

Masterlist

You’d moved to Charming not long after you graduated high school in your small town in Idaho. Your high school sweetheart, the person you thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with, turned out to be a real piece of work. The night before he left for college, he told you that everything that had happened between you two was just a “fling” and that it all meant nothing to him. All he cared about now was going off to college and, as he had so gracefully put it, “drinking and getting laid by as many bitches as possible, since you aren’t giving me any.” You were caught completely off guard. This was something you two had talked about before. He claimed he was fine with waiting until you were ready. Guess that was a lie.

You wanted to get as far away from your home town as possible. As far away from all the memories of him as you could; start fresh.  Moving to Charming was nerve-wracking, especially when no one you talked to about it thought it was a good idea. But you took the leap anyway.

Fast forward 7 years and here you were, living in sunny California, surrounded by people you loved, who loved you back. Your best friend, the person who saved you when you were at your lowest, the person who always made sure you saw the value in yourself, was sweet, thoughtful, and caring, Juan Carlos Ortiz. You and Juice loved each other, but not in that way. You had formed an incredible bond, one that felt stronger than anything you’d had with any friend or family member before. No matter what life threw at you, you knew you would be able to handle it, with Juice by your side.

It felt like just yesterday that you’d ran into your ex. The person who broke your heart into more pieces than you thought imaginable. But there you were, in Vegas with some of the guys, and who happened to be there at the same time? Him. It had been years since you last said a word to each other, and when he came over to say hi, you tried to be the bigger person and not spit in his face.

The conversation started with a rather awkward hug, and ended with him apologizing profusely for what he had done to you in the past. He claimed he was there with a friend of his for their bachelor party. Turned out that was yet another one of his lies. As was everything that followed: The sweet talk, the convincing you that he had changed, the empty apologies.

Somewhere along the line that night you had talked yourself into sleeping with him. Was it because you genuinely thought he had changed? Or was it because you didn’t want him to still think of you as that “pathetic” girl in high school who made him leave because you wouldn’t fuck him. How dare he play on those insecurities just to get you into bed?

The day you found out you were pregnant was the scariest day of your life. Here you were, carrying the child of a man who wanted nothing to do with you. Though the decision wasn’t an easy one to make by any means, Juice was there for you through all of it. You were going to keep your baby.

It was now mid-September, and every year when this time of the year rolled around, you found yourself missing home. Something about the beautiful fall weather back home always made you feel safe, and being so close to the end of your pregnancy, safe and comfortable was exactly what you needed to help calm your nerves.

“I think I need to go back home. Just for a couple days.” You found yourself trying to convince Juice that going on this trip was a good idea, but you saw the hesitation on his face. “I need some time to clear my head. Time to right with myself before I become a mother.”

He let out a heavy sigh. “There’s no way I can convince you to stay? Or even to let me come along?”

You shook your head, “I’m sorry Juan, I just really need some time to myself. You know I love you.”

A tiny smirk crept onto his face, “I love you too, Y/N. I just want you to be safe. I want the baby to be safe.” Your expression changed to one of joking disbelief, as he sighed and added, “I know, you’re a smart girl. I’m sure you’ve already figured out where the closest hospital is to where you’ll be staying, haven’t you?”

You let out a light laugh, “You’re damn right I did! It’s only a 20 minute drive.” After a short pause, you reassured him again, “Everything will be fine. I’ll keep you posted the entire way. There, and back.”

As he closed his eyes and nodded his head, you stepped towards him and wrapped your arms around his waist. Resting his chin on the top of your head, he pulled you closer and whispered, “You’re the strongest person I know, Y/N, and I am so proud of you. I hope you know that.”

His words brought tears to your eyes. You leaned back slightly and smiled at him as a single tear rolled down your cheek. Brushing the tear away with his hand, Juice smiled back and leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Okay, what can I help you with?”

The two of you spent the next hour or so getting everything ready for you. As you packed a couple bags inside, Juice was outside looking over every inch of your car, making sure it was in good condition for highway driving. After getting the okay from your personal mechanic, you hugged him tight once more and hopped in the driver’s seat.

You were headed to Bear Lake. A beautiful spot right on the border of Utah and Idaho, a place your family used to rent a cabin close by every year when you were a kid. The fresh air and beautiful fall colours were calling your name.

You had to stop every couple hours, damn pregnancy bladder, but Juice was happy about that; more stops meant more check-ins. Before you knew it, the drive was over and you were pulling into the parking lot of that same rental office you knew so well.

The first couple days were very relaxing. You drove the short 10 minutes to the lake front and laid out a blanket at the bottom of a tree. Each day you would read a few chapters of a book, then pack everything up and wander along the water. Spending time alone in a familiar place helped tremendously, just as you imagined it would.

With one last evening before you were going to head home, you planned to go for one last walk along the beach and watch the sun set, but you never got the chance to do that.

It didn’t take you long to figure out what was going on. As soon as the first contraction hit you were dialing Juice’s number. You began frantically pacing back and forth in the bathroom of your cabin muttering, “pick up, pick up, pick up, damn it pick up the phone Juan!”

The second the line clicked, you didn’t give him a chance to say hello, you yelled, “Tomorrow Juan. Tomorrow- Shit- SHIT- This can’t happen right now!”

You barely heard his reply of, “Wait, Y/N, what happened?! Is everything okay?!” over your own thoughts. Juice tried calming you down again, “Breathe Y/N, just take a deep breath-” but you just kept talking over him.

“I was supposed to drive back to Charming TOMORROW. I’m not ready for this! This baby isn’t supposed to be here for another 2 weeks! I can’t do this. I can’t do this!”

The line went silent for a moment, and somehow that caught your attention more than his words had. “Juice- are you sti-“

“Yeah I’m still here Y/N.” Another pause. “You’ve got this.” His words made your shoulders relax, and with that, a wave of calm washed over you. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

“I’m on my way.” His words were firm and to the point, making sure you fully grasped that you were not going to be alone much longer.

“Okay. Please hurry,” you pleaded. You could hear keys jingling in the background, mixed with some familiar voices asking where he was going in such a hurry.

He yelled back at the guys, “Y/N’s having her baby, and she’s 11 hours away!! I need to go!!” Then his voice was directed back at you as he said calmly, “I love you. I’ll see you soon.” The line clicked.

You took a couple deep breaths before you made another phone call. You wanted to be at the hospital as soon as possible, but you didn’t trust yourself driving while in labour (writers note: duh). As soon as you got off the phone with the taxi company, your water broke. “Oh great,” you mumbled to yourself.

After quickly cleaning yourself up and changing, you heard a car horn out front. Grabbing the last few things you thought you might need, you rushed out the door. Before you knew it, you were at the hospital getting settled in a bed. As contractions became more and more intense, and closer and closer together, time seemed to slip away from you. You didn’t know how long it had been since you and Juice spoke, all you knew was that you wanted him there with you. Right now.

You found yourself staring out the window, “He’s was supposed to be here for this. I can’t do this by myself. Where the fuck ARE you Juan?” All you could think about was how much you wished you were back in Charming. At least if Tara was here, that would be a small amount of comfort. You didn’t know each other well, but a familiar face in all this chaos would be nice. But here you were, hundreds of miles away from anyone you knew, about to give birth to your first child, all alone.

A new voice grabbed your attention, “Hello Y/N, I’m Doctor Bradley and I’ll be delivering your baby today! It’s nice to meet you.” In all honesty, you weren’t really paying attention to what she was saying, your mind was still too focused on the fact that Juice wasn’t here.

That’s when you heard the nurse at the door speaking firmly, “I’m sorry sir, you can’t be in here right n-,” but you yelled over top of her, “Juice?! Juice is that you?!”

“Yeah it’s me Y/N! I’m here!” He drove all through the night to be there by your side.

You looked over at your doctor with panic in your eyes; Tara would let Juice in. “Please. Please. I need him in here with me. The father-“ your voice cracked, and you could see the look on her face soften as you spoke, “he- isn’t in the picture, he-” Another contraction broke your train of thought. Your whole body was on fire once again, and you couldn’t focus on anything except the excruciating pain.

Your doctor looked from you to the nurse, and the second Juice saw that nod of approval he was pushing his way through the door.

The guttural sounds you were making were pretty much the only thing you could hear, until Juice’s voice broke through. “Hey, hey, it’s okay Y/N, I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” A wide grin cracked the stern look on your face as you reached your hand out. The instant Juice grabbed your hand you felt at home.

Another contraction hit and you squeezed his hand with so much strength that he winced. You were able to push through the pain once more, but immediately after you started giggling. Juice did a double take and asked, “Are you..are you laughing?” and your giggle grew into a full on laugh.

“You’re-you’re wincing-” you spoke through a string of short breaths, caused by both the pain you were in, and the fact that you couldn’t stop laughing, “I’m the- I’m the one- in labour- and you’re- YOU’RE wincing-” Once Juice realized that yes, his reaction was definitely comical, he started laughing right along with you. You even noticed a smile creep onto your doctor’s face.

This.

This right here is why you needed Juice by your side. It didn’t matter what you were going through, he always found a way, albeit sometimes unknowingly, to get you to the other side with a smile.

A mere half an hour later, although it felt like a hell of a lot longer than that to you, you were laying in your hospital bed with Juice by your side, cradling your new baby boy. Nothing in the world could have prepared you for just how incredible of a feeling that was. In that moment, as Juice had one arm around your shoulders, and his other hand gently stroking your son’s cheek, you knew that you would in fact, be just fine.

#you've got this #juice imagine #juice ortiz imagine #juan carlos ortiz imagine #sons of anarchy imagine #soa imagine #juice ortiz #juan carlos ortiz #theo rossi #sons of anarchy #soa #samcro #redwood original #men of mayhem #fan fiction

[colbylover99]

‘WElCOME TO TRAPHOUSE 2.0 (part1)’

Description: The boys throw a party welcoming all their friends. Kat, your best friend forces you to travel to Hawaii to go to this party with her. Even though it's been a year since you and Colby broke up what could happen anyway.

Warnings: Fluff, drinking

A/N: thank you for reading another one of my imagines. I hope you like this one! Sorry if it’s short😂

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‘’Why did you convince me to come here?’’ you complained as you walked up towards the new trap house door. Kat turned around giving you a death look. You held up your hands in defense not saying another word knowing Kat she is gonna fuss at you ‘’Y/N, Listen I forced you to come because you need to have fun you put yourself in work too much. He may be here but you can drink and have fun with your friends’’ you sighed nodding your head. Kat cheered, clapping her hands. She knocked on the door waiting patiently for someone to answer the door. A second later Sam and Colby answered the door. “Welcome guys to the new and approved Trap house!” Sam motioned for us to come in.

Colby looked at locked eyes with you for one minute. That one minute felt like everything around us stopped and all there was just us. “Y/n!” Kat shouted, knocking you out of your gaze. You shook your head following Kat away from Colby “what was that?” She asked you as you guys finally found the backyard of their house where the party was located.

You can already see that half your friends from L.A were either swimming in the pool, eating food, or socializing amongst each other.

“Didn’t I tell you that it was worth coming here” Kat wiggles her eyebrows, dragging me towards Tara and devyn. “Hey guys you finally made it. Isn’t their house cool” devyn said pointing around the background you nodded your head looking at all your friends. “Anyway guys, let's go have fun!”. Kat, Tara, and Devyn ran towards the pool jumping into it. They did have a point here to have fun and not be stuck in work all the time. “Come on Y/N” you smiled running to the pool with the rest of your friends.

The rest of the night everybody drank beer, swam in the pool and just had a good time. You were having a wonderful time. The one thing you actually do admit you need to do this more often. Actually go out and have fun for once in a while, “Y/N?” You heard a faint voice you turned around and Colby. The one person you were regretting talking to “can we talk?” He asked you.

You moved some of your hair behind your ear nodding your head following him away from people “you came I didn’t know you would...come or not” he awkwardly told you. Colby stood there looking at you the way he used too when you two were together. You looked down blushing “I did come but Kat actually made me come.” You whispered the last part to yourself.

“Y/N I know things ended badly between us” he said you crossed your arms agreeing with him “Colby can we not get into this right now in front of all of our friends. This party is supposed to be for you, Sam, Jake, and Corey just go have fun and don’t let me ruin it because apparently I ruin everything…” you remember hearing Colby say that to you.

That was the last thing he ever said to you before you two got into that huge fight. Half the time you regret having that fight with him you miss the way he would just want to cuddle more in the morning before you got up and went to work, or when you two just laid on the couch together just watching netflix or a movie. There are a lot of things you missed with him but that line he told you a year ago you would never forget. You turned around walking away trying to bundle everything up. You came here to have fun not start this stuff “y/n!” Colby whispered loudly he grabbed your hand making you look into his bright blue eyes you missed so much “I know what I said and I know what I did. I know hurt you what I did was stupid and retarded and I can’t take that back. When I lost you it changed something in me I didn’t know what I had until I lost you. You may not want to forgive me, which I hope you will. I miss you at least give me another chance” you smiled looking into his eyes you knew he was sorry you could tell just by the way he was looking at you.

“Fine I forgive you but how are we going to do this when I live in L.A and you live here” he walked towards you putting his hands on your hips smirking at you “We will figure it out” he leaned down kissing you gently you wrapped your arms around his neck smiling at him “now let’s go party.”

@sncnetworkh @lonely-xplr @reinad-snc @xolbyz @sunnynsoft @reddesertcolbs bs @cutiecolbsss @goddess-of-time-and-magic c @mariadotcom

#colby brock imagines #colby brock #colby brock fanfiction #sam and colby #colby brock smut #colby #y/n #sncnetwork

[okimargarvez]

ANOTHER SIDE OF THE STORY

Original title: L’altra versione della storia (Lisa).

Prompt: Penelope faints and Lisa understands something very important.

Warning: none.

Genre: sad, drama.

Characters: Lisa Douglas, Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez, BAU team.

Pairing: Garvez, LukexLisa, Willifer, Prendoza, RossixKrystall.

Note: oneshot 56 in Garvez collection.

Legend: 💏🔦.

Song mentioned: Angelo mio, Tiziano Ferro.

GARVEZ STORIES

Note: I had to write this. There are two reason for make Luke and Lisa break up: garvez; and Lisa, because she will suffer staying with a man that doesn’t love her as everyone deserve.

ANOTHER SIDE OF THE STORY

 The priest pronounces the fateful sentence. No, not "do you ... take ... to be your wife", but: -So if any person here has just cause as to...- and of course no one breaths, but before the celebrant can continue, a thud is heard coming from the right side of the church , precisely from the second row of the nave. A noise like a dead body falling to the ground, and indeed, it is something similar.

-Garcia!- someone shouts, in the general confusion, someone else is still too shocked to react. Her best friend leans over her, quickly followed by the man beside her, who feels her pulse. But a third reaches them, running like crazy from the altar to the bench. Someone else, meanwhile, has called an ambulance.

He stays with his mouth wide open for about half a second, then comes back to life. -What happened?- he asks his friends and colleagues, looking at them one by one, as if they knew the answer. -Penelope, por Dios, what happened? Why doesn't she get up?- at a single thought he doesn’t allow to go outside, develop and become stronger, real. A thin hand the same color as his skin settles on his arm.

-Luke, honey, let me pass.- he looks at his girlfriend with a blank expression. -I'm a Doctor, remember?- she says in a calm tone, recognizing his state of agitation and realizing that they risk finding themselves two people fainted. -In this case I have more skills than you.- Luke seems to absorb her sentences and finally moves away. He watches her work diligently, through a misted glass... no, it's his eyes, shiny.

Penelope never regains consciousness and the paramedics enter the church with a stretcher. The whole group follows them, someone only with their eyes, another ones, like the entire BAU, also physically. Luke joins his girlfriend, intent on explaining the data she has collected so far. She is professional, attentive, precise and earns five points on everyone's scale of appreciation. Matt tries to stop his friend by taking his by wrist, but the attempt fails. He exchanges a silent look with JJ, who is too worried about Garcia and prefers to take refuge in her husband's arms.

-JJ, love, everything will be fine. You know that's what she'd tell you.- but the woman tightens him harder without answering.

Outside, Penelope is loaded into the ambulance. With one foot practically already on board, Luke asks: -Can I come with you?- the despair in his eyes makes him look more like a colleague.

-Is she your girlfriend?- in fact a paramedic asks, while the others continue the procedure. The same hand as before caresses his arm in a comfortable, almost friendly, way.

-No, it's… my best friend.- he has exaggerated a little, because they never discussed it with each other, but in fact for him Penelope plays that role. He never had a similar relationship with a woman before he met her. And he absolutely needs to be with her, he can't let her go alone and she doesn't have a boyfriend and Morgan isn't here and...

-Let him go.- Lisa intervenes, pushing him forward, so the paramedics are finally convinced. The doors are closed and the ambulance goes away, illuminating the evening, spreading that sound that has always been the bearer of disastrous news, but which is also part of the background of the thing that she loves most to do in the world: to help others, concretely. Lisa looks at the ambulance until it becomes an almost indistinguishable blue and red flashing dot, watching her man walk away with another woman, and sighs. She feels a little emptier.

 * You told me, that if you are here, it is not because you are mine but because it is in this way, that you will fulfill the will of your God, my angel

On board the ambulance Luke is almost breathless, so as not to hinder the work that takes place around Garcia. He just thinks.

Her glasses are broken, her glasses. How will can she see us when she wakes up? But maybe I should have the courage to ask the real question, will she wake up? And if... no. I can't accept it. Oh, Penelope, you are too perfect for this world, surely, we poor mortals don’t deserve you, but deign you to keep us company for a little while, yet. I don't care if, looking at a meadow, we are naturally more inclined to pick the most beautiful and particular flowers... it is not yet her moment. No way. I won't let you. Not today, then.

He realizes he has something in his hands and recognizes a woman's purse. Someone must have given it to him before he went up. She has another pair of glasses in here. I know. I know because I'm really her best friend. Who says you can only have one? I don't love Matt like I loved… shit, wrong thought.

Fortunately, the hospital is not far away. It is tradition that the bride chooses the church, at least in the Catholic rite. And this is where Lisa attends when she has shifts that allow her to go to mass.

They arrive at the hospital with an emergency room near, they go down, he too, therefore, in the most classic of clichés, they make him understand in a direct and abrupt way that he can no longer follow them. Less than a minute later, in the waiting room, he hears a loud shouting and understands that the team has also arrived. Lisa cannot participate, but she knows the doctor on duty and reassures him about his preparation and skills. -Penelope is in good hands. Luke, did you hear me?- she takes his face in her hands, caresses it, finally hugs him and while his body against hers is shaken by silent sobs (because he's not actually crying) something else inside her dies.

 ** If you think I won't survive, call me, I'll follow you!

She opens her eyes and sees nothing, at first. Interminable seconds pass in which she is convinced that she has become blind. She doesn't remember much about what happened before: only that she was in church, between JJ and Spencer, and the priest was saying something solemn... then the total darkness. But she has a strange, terrible feeling. A premonition. The last time she had one... better not think about it. Gradually, however, she begins to see something. Stains of various colors, especially white. Her eyes cause her pain, so her eyelids, heavy as boulders, fall back. But, after a few minutes, she tries again. This time she can make out a little more, just shapes that are enough to make her understand where she is. A hospital room, where light colors dominate. But there is an extra spot, dark, pink, brown and... green, yes. And it's getting closer to her.

-No... it can't be him. I'll be... I'll definitely be dreaming. Why should he be here and not the others? Why a dream so cruel?- she mumbles, convinced that she is only thinking those words. But because of the mask she still wears and the condition of her entire vocal apparatus, her words are confused and almost inaudible to her guest.

-Penelope!- she hears, with a joyful tone, an irrepressible happiness, as if he had won the lottery. And her mind is really diabolical, because it reproduces the masculine tone in all nuances. Do I have auditory hallucinations? How will it be? I would need Reid... -Penelope, gracias a Dios, you woke up!- now it's right next to her bedside and even without glasses, she recognizes its features. He must have caught her agitation, because he hastens to continue. -No, be calm, now I'll give you your glasses.- he bends down and opens the first drawer of the bedside table. For him it has become the object of hope. -Wait.- he tries to position them as best he can on her nose, in a delicate and thoughtful way, exactly like his expression while watching her regain confidence with this artifact. -Hey, no, you have to keep that, you don't need to say anything. You just have to rest.- he prevents her from taking off the mask, but Penelope catches the movement of his arm and blocks him, with the little strength she has, before she plays to warn someone. Her eyes speak, they are like screens on which words are projected, but for security he hands her a white block, which he carries with him from who knows how many years and has never used to take notes on a case, and a pen. With difficulty the woman traces some signs, then turns it towards him. You're real? The man smiles and runs his tongue over his lips inside his mouth. -Yes, I'm here, I'm really here.- he almost adds what's strange about it. She takes the block again and writes again. Tell me the truth. How long? Have you and Lisa already get married? Have I lost it? I'm sorry. He giggles because even writing she can ramble and easily he imagines her tone say those short sentences one after the other. -No, we haven't married yet. We would never have done it without you.- but I don't know if I will, actually. He ignores his own thought. -Two weeks.- then he adds. Penelope seems to breathe a sigh of relief: two weeks is a lot, but not as much as she feared. Where are the others? -We all did shifts. Tara is down at the bar and Emily has just written to me that she is coming.- what he doesn’t tell her is that he has practically always been present, except for going to the bathroom, that he has lived in the hospital, essentially, taking advantage of the knowledge of Lisa. -You have nothing to apologize for, okay?- he tries to convince her. She doesn't say anything, so her eyes seem to cross beyond his and go over his shoulders.

-Luke, go get something, you can't skip lunch.- the brunette woman doesn't seem willing to accept objections. -I'll stay with her, quiet.- in spite of himself, he is forced to obey, but on his way out he takes a last look at his friend. -Penelope, it's so nice to have you back with us.- she says, and the blonde feels all her sincerity in the air. She tries to sketch a smile, but something (tiredness, sleep, drugs, the numbness of the muscles in general) makes everything extremely complex. -I'd give you a hug, if I would sure I would not hurt you.- Penelope reaches out and Lisa notices the block. She hands it to her. We’ll do it later. She manages to get out of her a genuine laugh, full of all the tension of the last two weeks, and of the thoughts she has developed, both at home and during breaks from work. Then the other adds something. I'm sorry I ruined your marriage. I'm so sorry! She hasn’t known her for a very long time, less than two years, but it was not difficult to frame her, even though she is not a profiler like her (theoretically) boyfriend: it is pre-cisely the reaction that she should had expected. -No one thinks this, Penelope, less of all me! Believe me.- she is more persuasive than Luke. -And anyway, it was not the real ceremony, it was just general rehearsal.- this seems to calm her. -Now you have to rest, the others will still be here, when you open your eyes.- she lays her hand on hers and the blonde just nods, before falling asleep.

That's how Luke finds them, when he comes back. Why, though, for one of the two he feels like a punch in the stomach, and for the other the purest of affections? And Lisa is aware of it. But she doesn't say anything, continuing to lose pieces along the road of resignation.

 *** I've never had remorse, love, and so you go away

Since Penelope woke up, they managed to convince him (oblige him) to go home and lead a more or less ordinary life. But something has changed between them. Not that they spoke much before, alone; not that at the beginning, they risked arriving late for an appointment because they were too lost on the lips of the other. They are both too loyal to the duty for this to happen. And Luke never (almost never) really let go himself with her. Even marriage was simply a natural step, what the world expected and was to be done. There was no declaration of love on his knees. He never did anything more than what a boyfriend should do, and often not even that. She had complained, months ago, with Phil, in a playful and light way because in the end she understood how Luke was and that it would certainly not have been easy, staying with him. Wasn't this part of his charm?

Luke is not in love with her, it's so obvious. Why did she want to convince herself of the contrary, why she wanted to believe that wearing wedding rings would have made different? But she already knows the answer. Because I do, unlike him, I do. I am in love with him, I love him, and at the thought of losing him... I can’t breathe, and I will also be a doctor, but I have no elucidation that is purely scientific to explain what I feel.

How much had she had to insist on getting to know the team, his friends? It was as if... no, he certainly wasn't ashamed of her. But he didn't want to mix the two worlds. He didn't think it important. And this hurt her. She had thought of it every day. Then, finally, she had made an improvisation from O'Keefe, and she had met them. Everything was going great, they were so nice, and Garcia had done everything she could to put her at ease, for example by making fun of Luke, telling him if he was aware of how lucky he was, that he should dealt with her, if he had dared to break "the heart of this graceful creature". Lisa smiles, hearing again in her mind the voice of the blonde saying that bizarre phrase. Almost everything she said was so weird, yet so frankly sincere, and the way she looked at her... it was impossible not to believe her.

But, although she was already in love, it was not so naive. Surely the people concerned were unaware of it, but she had noticed it, the way those two looked at each other, with her in the middle, at the center of the discussion. The way they provoked themselves, even Luke, not only Penelope, no, she certainly could not let him alone. That grimace that he never did with her; that malice, that light in the eyes. And Garcia? She could hold herself a little longer, but not so much. Even their bodies, regardless of their minds, sought each other, only to repent and turn back, but the attraction started again and so on... But she told herself the story of "it was just a harmless game between friends". Luke hadn't told her (one of the few things) that Penelope had a similar relationship with the agent he had taken the place and that she had made the queen of ice for a while with him, and even now, sometimes, she keeps treat him in this way? And Derek Morgan was married, with a child. So, everything is good.

The exact opposite.

How many times a day, when she was at home, did Luke says her name? How many times had she heard him sing the praises of the BAU oracle? And that story about Phil (it still hurts to think about his name), why didn't he want them to know each other, at least try to date? For months she had observed him rejecting proposals, of any kind, even a four-way appointment ("So you can keep an eye on me and you'll convince yourself that I'm not going to hurt her," he said, because even Phil, she only understands now, had noticed); then, on a Sunday evening, she had met Garcia, both alone, outside a supermarket. And so, she realized that the blonde also felt something for Phil; she had been on the verge of telling her the truth, but in the end, she had thought it could be like betraying Luke. What a serious mistake!

How many times has Luke told her first that he loves her? She can't even remember a single one. And how many times he looks for her closeness first, leaving out when he comes back from a bad case?

She has everything there, lined up in front of her. As Luke's colleagues would say, she can track the profile. She can't stay with him only because she feels bad about taking her things back (isn't it a further sign that they didn't really mix with his? Has she ever really felt at home, here, or more like a kind of strange guest?). She cannot stay only because she loves him. She cannot remain only in order not to have to explain to everyone the reason for another failure. She cannot stay only because she is afraid of being alone. She cannot stay with Luke only because she is one hundred percent certain that he will never have the courage to leave her and go to Penelope.

But she cannot even remain in a situation that will certainly lead her to eternal unhappiness and to develop some psychosomatic illness. She deserves better. She deserves a man who loves her, who looks at her as Luke, again, looks at Penelope. Someone who is all shaken at the idea of seeing her after three days away, someone who makes her arrive late to work, someone with whom to quarrel (one doesn’t argue, if there is no passion). Someone who can make her really happy and who she can make happy. Someone who doesn’t force her to scrape together fragments of affection with which to carry on for a month.

That's enough. She must talk to him. She has decided.

 **** I hold the time to keep you here, and I tremble inside and now just a few minutes... and then I'll really have to say goodbye, my angel ...

-Luke. We need to talk.- it sounds too cold, but she can't help it. It is certainly not easy what she is going to do, and she cannot waste time checking that every detail goes well. And above all, she can't cry. She absolutely must not cry in front of him. She doesn’t want tenderness or affection, it is not enough, not anymore. They may be friends, perhaps, after many years. Of course, she will take more than him to recover from the end of this story. He is wearing a sweaty shirt and short sports shorts. He just returned from a run with Roxy. Is Sunday. No cases, no unknown subjects. No shifts, no patients. He doesn't seem worried, not excessively, as he approaches, not too much, anyway. Does he already understand that? Does he expect it? Why leave all the weight on her shoulders, then? -Luke, I...- she falters, and it's not good. She can't even look him in the eye, she feels like stroking him, hugging him and continuing to tell lies; she cannot look at him and is forced to do so, to stop suffering. This brings to her mind a dislocated shoulder: a tremendous pain that ceases to exist only after another pain. -Luke, I'm not happy.- she has said it. She has said one of the most difficult phrases of our time, especially after the eighteenth century, and then in the nineteenth century, when men became convinced that they had reached the height of wellbeing. The belle epoque, she still remembers from school. Positivism, enlightenment... It is forbidden to express your discontent except to get likes and followers on social media. Finally, a reaction: Luke opens his eyes wide, struck by her words, but then that look returns; he already knew. Surely, she was not the only one living in a lie.

-I'm sorry.- he says only, but it's already something. He doesn't look for her, though. He doesn't try to hug her; he doesn't even try. Lisa's lips turn white as she tightens them.

-I know.- she whispers, her voice is missing. -I know you aren't too.- she must hurry up, she will not be able to say everything she has imagined while she was waiting for him, the clock is ticking, she is about to break, die... she who is so tough, who survived to so many bad things... -A different day, I asked you a reason to stay.- she remembers it. She knows he feels sincere affection for her. But they've been together for a year and a half. -Today no.- she lowers her eyes. No, no tears.

-Lisa, I...- she lets him talk, but he has nothing else to add.

-I won't tell you the problem is you, or me. We are the problem together. The problem... the question, let's say... is that...- it is so difficult to say, she seems to play a part, and in fact it is so: only by getting away from what she is doing, she can be able to do it. As with some really difficult exams that she has passed brilliantly. -It doesn’t work. I'm not going to list all the reasons. It would be useless and... I can't...- she leans forward, she's out of breath. But she quickly regains control of herself. She is not the damsel in distress that the dark man hunter can rescue. She is the heroine of her story. -Just this: I'm not happy, neither are you. I tried, really. But it is useless and every day that passes, it is worse than the previous one.- ok, there is a bit of shine in her eyes.

-God, I'm sorry, Lisa, I've tried too, I don't know if you'll believe me...- and Luke is sad too. He loves her. As a friend. It is she who takes his hand, and curses herself, in part.

-I believe you. But it doesn’t work. Something is missing... and it cannot be invented. I hoped that with time things would change... but now I don't believe it anymore.- he returns the hold and she fully enjoys it, knowing that it will be the last time.

-I like being with you, but...- that "but" it shouldn't exist. But it exists. That's all. No need to blame him, Penelope, or herself. No one acted with malice. Things just happened. As much as she loves him, he is not the man of her life. She is certain that this rational phase will last only until she will be alone again.

-I know. I understood. It took me a while... to open my eyes. Fortunately, before we could even be in a worse situation.- she grazes the ring finger of the left hand. She knows why she allowed the history of marriage to go on: because neither she nor Luke are people who would consider divorce, not for their problems.

-Yes.- he only answers.

-I'm just sorry that Penelope has got to faint to get there.- a jump, not too strong, but she sense it anyway. A bitter, melancholy smile. -I hope we can stay on good terms...- she can't tell him that she loves him, she doesn't have to give him any excuse to continue this impasse -because I don't feel any grudge against you. I don’t hate you. I could never be able to do it.- she lets go his hand. Luke strokes her cheek, but there are no tears on her face. They are all sealed inside her and waiting for their moment. Soon.

-Of course, I... I would too... I don't want to lose you. I love you very much.- she doesn't know how, she manages to smile at him. -You can stay here until you need it... until you decide how you feel about it.- Lisa nods.

-Thanks. I'd rather stay alone...- she takes a step back.

-Yes, I understand.- he does the same. But she still has one thing to say. She has long pondered this part. But Luke needs someone to tell him the unvarnished truth, otherwise he could repeat the same mistakes with another woman.

-Wait up. I have to tell you another thing... it's not really my business, but... I don't know how to say it and I'm sorry if I seem to... it doesn't matter.- now yes, he is really terrified, as he should have been when she told him they had to talk, if he was been in love with her. -You must have the courage to be honest with yourself, Luke.- her tone is sweet, but sad. - You need too to open your eyes, get in the game. You're a profiler, for heaven's sake.- yet he doesn't seem to understand or maybe he just pretends, because it's easier that way. -Penelope.- then she only adds, because she cannot say out loud that his now ex-boyfriend is in love with another woman. She is not a robot. And she runs away out from the door, without giving him time to deny.

 ***** post-scriptum: I have no words to tell you more, but I tremble inside and now you know it too

A year or more has passed since the last time she heard that laugh, but she immediately recognizes it amidst the confusion of the crowd. She is talking on the phone and gesturing with her free hand. -I told you, you didn't have to eat so many of them! Luke? What? I want to see if you have the courage to repeat it to me when I’ll be in front of you.- a pause, while she is grabbing a box and putting it back on the shelf, opting for another. -Yes... me too.- she turns to her, but she hasn't noticed her yet. She smiles, her eyes half-closed. This is the best description of love. And she imagines that the man on the other end of the line is more or less in the same state; but she doesn't want to think about it too much. It's still a little bit bad, it was hard, but she's coming out. She is genuinely happy for her, for them. Even if Luke didn't tell her anything, the few times they have met. Unfortunately, even the best intentions often go to hell. Or maybe he did it to protect her, to not make her suffer by telling her about the joy he was experiencing in being with the woman he loved. But Lisa has her sources and the news has come to her anyway. Of course, hearing about it and seeing it…

Penelope looks up and sees her. There is a moment of faintness. Will not she believe that Lisa hate her? -Hello.- Lisa says, going to meet her, in a warm and calm tone. It doesn't seem to be enough.

-Hello...- the blonde replies, uncertain. Before she can begin to ramble to apologize, she anticipates her.

-How are you? It's been a while since we've seen each other.- Penelope nods and picks up her cell phone in her bag, not even it was the principal piece of evidence in a murder trial. Lisa continues to smile at her.

-I... I’m good ...- now she is wondering if she knows and if she should inform her and, in this case, how. -And you?- but her question is not only of for the circumstance, it is not courtesy. She really cares to know if she's okay. She imagines them (even if she doesn't want to), those two at the moment of truth: he, that told her that she had left him, she who insulted him and made proposals to put things right and then... better not go further.

-Me too. I'm getting to know a man, nothing serious for now, but it gives me good vibes.- it's not a lie to make her feel less guilty. It's the truth. She would never dare to lie to such a pure person as Garcia. Then she decides to throw herself. -Luke didn't tell you?- a jump, the same as her ex the last time she mentioned her.

-Lu ... no.- she stops before naming him, but her eyes are smiling. They shine. -I'm... I'm really happy for you. You deserve it.- Lisa takes a step in her direction and shakes her hand.

-You too, Pen. We all deserve happiness and love...- the other woman nods, agreeing.

-Yes, I always thought that... love is that thing that I would wish even on my worst enemy.- then she hastens to continue, before Lisa can misunderstand. -But I don’t mean you’re my enemy! I didn't...- the brunette reassures her.

-I know, and tell also Luke.- almost a wink. -It was the right thing to do. And I'm fine.- and now she believes it. She really believes it.

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Drabble: Like Scarlett Loves Tara

Title: Like Scarlett Loves Tara Rating: PG-13 Pairings: Gabriel/Johnny, background Gabriel/The Russian Trigger Warnings: None?  Summary: A glimpse into four visits Gabriel took to Johnson Estate during autumn and one summer that corrected the course of his life. Notes: I plan on doing a series of pre-wedding drabbles. You’re welcome!

Late Fall 2010

The first time Gabriel walks onto the grounds of Johnson Estate, he falls in love. It’s 2010 and he’d recently become friends with the most eccentric person he’d ever met. And this was coming from someone who spent 7 years in prison. Kaleidoscope Johnson was vibrant, flamboyant, loud, and absolutely ridiculous. He was the type of person you either hated or you liked. There was no in between. Gabe had liked him immediately. The other man was so uniquely himself that Gabe couldn’t help but to be drawn to him. He was the type of person Gabe had never had the chance to be, and he loved that about him. It was probably why he’d agreed to spend the weekend at the estate of a man he barely knew while his husband was working on a big case.

“What is this place?” Gabe asked, staring around in complete and total wonder. The house is huge. He’s not even sure if he should call it a house. It’s definitely a manor. Calling it a mansion didn’t feel right. Mansions feel cold, and this place was definitely not cold. They’re outside and Gabe feels like he’s in an Agatha Christie novel. The grass is green and feels never-ending. There are gardens with neatly pressed dirt wrapping through the plants. And the trees. God, the trees. They’re these gorgeous mature oak trees with leaves he’s dying to draw. Still, there’s more. There’s a patio with tables spaced throughout like a restaurant. Past the patio is a pool, but it’s not the kind for laps. It’s the shallow kind that’s more of a tanning shelf that anything else. If he squints, he’s pretty sure he even sees a stable. “Are we breaking and entering? Because I’m not technically an ex-con but I do still have a record of time served.”

Kaleidoscope laughed and threw an arm around Gabe’s shoulders. “This, my dear Gabey, is Johnson Estate. It’s my house. Well, the family home.” He shrugged and led Gabe from the patio to the sun room. “Once upon a time it was grand-mere's home, but she left it to me when she died. It was a big scandal. Completely bypassed her three children and left it to her twenty-one year old grandson. She wanted to leave it to someone who would actually use the house. And every artist needs a place to retreat with his fellow artists.” The way he said it made it sound so simple. “I like to summer here. It’s also where I like to host my orgies. Which if you weren’t happily married to that statue of a man you’re married to, I would invite you in a heartbeat. You are happily married, right?”

Gabe rolled his eyes. “Yes. Very happily married.” He settled onto one of the chairs and stared out into the backyard. It was quiet for a moment, which was out of character for Kaleidoscope, but when he looked over to where his friend had been, he wasn’t there. When he leaned back, however, he was fiddling with a tray while an older woman swatted at his hands before putting a kettle on. Shaking his head, he turned back to the view in front of him, and stared out at it in complete wonder. He didn’t say anything until Kaleidoscope came back with the tea tray. “Why did you bring me here?” He asked quietly.

The other man shrugged. “I wanted to show it to someone who would actually appreciate it for what it was.” He flipped the cups onto their saucers and picked up the kettle. Gabe thought for sure Kaleidoscope was done talking, but then in a very quiet voice came: “No one ever appreciates it as much as I do, but I knew you would.”

Early Fall 2013

It’s the end of September, but they’re in the middle of a heatwave and Gabe was dying in the city. Johnny was at some lawyer convention. He may have zoned out as his husband was trying to explain it to him. Anyway, there was no way he was going to survive a heatwave in a house without a pool. So, he packed up the dogs and drove up to the estate.

He’s honestly not sure how it happened, but somewhere along the line, Kale gave Gabe his own set of keys to the estate. According to Kale, he didn’t see the point of it sitting around empty when there was someone else who loved the house as much as he did. Of course, he always made sure Kale wasn’t doing… whatever it was what Kale did in the house when he went up to the house alone. Most of the time, the house was empty and it made a nice escape for Gabe. Kale, of course, wasn’t even in the city. He’d gone to Lake George with his boyfriend of the moment, so he was actually grateful that Gabe wanted to spend a couple of days at the house. 

It was the middle of the day and Gabe was floating in the pool on a float shaped like an island while George and Gulliver splashed in the water around him. He was napping on the water more than anything else when there suddenly was a surprised shout. It was enough to make him tumble off the float and into the pool. The dogs for their part went splashing off towards the sound of the noise.

Gabe dunked himself under the water before pulling himself to the side of the pool only to see the woman who ran the house, Hilda, being loved on by the dogs. “Mr. Gabe!” She scolded him. “I didn’t know you were coming into town today. Your room isn’t made up. Is Mr. Kale with you?”

He’d tried over and over again to get her to stop calling him Mr. Gabe, but as far as she was concerned, Gabe belonged at the estate as much as the actual owner did. “Hey, Mrs. H.” He shook the water from his hair like he was a dog. “Nah. Kale is upstate with… Eric? I think that’s his name. Or maybe it’s Aaron. My husband is out of town for a couple of days. So I figured if I have to be alone anywhere, it should be the prettiest place in New York.”

Hilda sighed before shooing the dogs back to the pool. “Oh, Mr. Gabe. I wish you had called the house. I need to dust and vacuum your room, and wash your linens. And I need to go up to the store. I can make the stew you like tonight. I think I have the ingredients for that, but oh-” And the older woman was already in her own head. She was planning what she wanted to make and what she thought Gabe was going to need while he was there. It didn’t matter what he said; she definitely was happy to have someone at the estate. He couldn’t imagine what it was like to run a house that was empty for half the year.

“Mrs. H.” He got out of the pool. “I’m capable of making up my own room you know. I just need fresh linens. The room’s still clean from last time.”

She made a tsking sound under her breath. “Oh, no. You start doing that and I’m out of a job. Oh, I’ll have to tell Mr. Ericson you’re here so he can get the beds for the dogs. And I’m sure you’ll want to ride at least once while you’re here.” She pressed a kiss to Gabe cheek before pushing him back towards the pool. “Welcome home, Mr. Gabe.”

And it was strange to him how a place that wasn’t even his could feel like home. 

Summer 2018

It’s early, not yet seven, and everyone staying at Johnson Estate are still sleeping. Gabe’s been up for about an hour. Sleeping alone still wasn’t easy for him. Sure, he could have slept in Velvet’s bed with her, but she’d gone home with some guy who slept in a coffin the night before. Needless to say, he’d gotten little to no sleep. He’s curled up on the couch in the great room, a worn copy of As I Lay Dying in his hands and a fire in the fireplace crackling happily in front of him. 

“Oh, you are awake.” A familiar voice murmured out from behind him. Gregor Rasputin, known to everyone as Razz and as the Russian to Gabe, wasn’t necessarily welcome as far as Gabe was concerned, but he wasn’t unwelcome either. He was a gray area that Gabe tried not to think about too much. “Are you hiding from me?” While Gabe was spending the entire summer at the estate, the Russian had only been around for about a week, and it was more than obvious to everyone that he’d taken a liking to Gabe. And Gabe wasn’t sure how he felt about that. He was officially divorced. Liking someone else didn’t mean that he was cheating on Johnny, but it definitely felt like it. The Russian was nice enough, but he wasn’t wrong: Gabe had been hiding from him.

He closed his book, and sat up more to give the other man room on the other end of the couch. They both tended to be early risers. Although, for Gabe it was more that he wasn’t able to sleep, than being an early riser. “To be fair I’m hiding from everyone. This is my favorite room, but I don’t think everyone knows it’s here.” He tucked his legs up under him as he watched Gregor set down a tea tray. “So don’t tell anyone.”

The larger man smiled at Gabe. “It will be our secret, Gabriel.” He sat down in the middle of the couch, much closer than Gabe had originally been anticipating. “I brought you tea. Brewed like coffee. Very strong, but very bitter. I brought sugar. I noticed you like sweet things, but not chocolate. I think this is because you’re desert born.” He shrugged and gestured to the rest of the tray. “And I brought breakfast. Fruits and bacon, and that strange biscuits with sauce.”

That earned a laugh from Gabe. “Biscuits and gravy.” Gabe corrected as he took the cup of tea and sniffed it curiously before taking a sip. Almost immediately he made a face. “Bitter is an understatement.” He all but whined before mixing sugar into his tea.

The Russian shrugged before putting together a plate, a little bit of everything, and handing it to Gabe the second he set his cup down. “Others don’t notice. You hide it well, but I notice. I see because I know you least. You don’t eat. Move food around and drink tea and martinis, but no food.” He nudged the plate closer to Gabe. “Eat, Gabriel. I think you were much stronger before. Much more meat on your bones.”

Sighing, Gabe took the plate from him and made a point of popping one of the orange slices into his mouth. “Do you usually worry this much about men you barely know or am I just special?” He’s not sure if he’s trying to be sarcastic or if he’s fishing for a compliment. 

The Russian laughed. “You’re the most special man I’ve met, Gabriel. Men in Russia?” He made a sound Gabe didn’t know how to describe. “They are nothing like you.” It was too much for Gabe so he busied himself with eating his biscuits and gravy, as though that would get the Russian to stop speaking.

Thankfully the other man got the hint, and they fell into a comfortable silence. It wasn’t until Gabe set his plate down and picked up his tea, sipping gingerly just in case it was still too bitter, that the mood changed again. When it was sweet enough, he took a larger sip, not prepared for the question he was about to receive. “Gabriel, this house…” He wasn’t sure if the other man was searching for the right word in English or if he was trying to phrase it in a way that wouldn’t spook him. “How do you know so well?”

A real smile lit up his features. “This house?” He shook his head bashfully. “Home has always been people for me. This was the first place that felt like home.”

Late Fall 2019

It’s early evening and Gabe is in the sunroom painting when his phone goes off. His hands are covered in paint, but he still checks to see who’s calling. When he sees that it’s Johnny, a couple of different emotions wash over him. On one hand, things with his ex-husband had finally settled into a state of normalcy. On the other hand, talking to Johnny was like that book about giving the mouse a cookie. It always seemed to lead to something more. Still, he found himself setting his brush down and answering his phone. “Hey, Johnny.” And that was something that would always feel strange in his mouth. He wasn’t his Jay any more. “What’s up?”

He’s pretty sure that his ex hadn’t been expecting Gabe to actually answer the phone. “Uh, hey, Briel, Gabriel. How are you?” And it’s awkward. It’s so fucking awkward, but it’s still a better place then they were before. “Right, stupid question. I didn’t get to tell you last week, but thank you for letting the dogs stay with me while you were-” And he wasn’t going to say it. They both knew he wasn’t going to say the rest of the sentence: while you were in Russia for three months with your long distance boyfriend and were considering moving to the other side of the world permanently. 

“I hate boarding them.” He admitted as he put his brushes away for the night. There was no way he was going to be able to go back to painting after talking to Johnny. “They were much happier with you than they would have been at one of those places.” 

It’s quiet on the other side before Johnny seemed to finally bring himself to the reason why he called. “Yeah. I actually bought them a couple of things online that just arrived today.” It was quiet again for a long moment. “Can I stop by your place and drop them off?”

Gabe closed his eyes, even though he knew the other man couldn’t see him. When he’d gotten back to New York, he’d actually made a point of having CJ pick up the dogs instead of him having to see Johnny. The same as when the dogs were brought to his place. Fresh out of a break up with a man who was supposed to help him get over Johnny, he didn’t trust himself around his ex-husband. 

“I’m not at home. I mean, I am, but I’m not in the city. I’m at the estate.” He admitted. 

“Oh.” 

And for a moment it was like neither of them knew what they wanted to say, but neither of them wanted to hang up. Finally Johnny was the first to speak. “Well, I can drop them off when you get back? Or you could have Cordy come and pick them up?” And he had to know that he was avoiding him at this point. He had to know.

“CJ leaves for a shoot next week so I’ll be back this weekend.” He promised. “You can drop them off then. I’m sure Bella would be happy to see you.” 

And it’s quiet again. “Briel,” Johnny murmured out quietly. “Why didn’t you stay in Moscow?”

He picked at his cuticle as he searched for the right words. “Because my home is in New York.”

Neither of them knew what to say after that.

Late Summer / Early Fall 2020

When Gabe suggests getting (re)married at the estate, he’s not entirely serious. He knows how well Johnny and Kale get along, and he doesn’t want his husband, no, fiance to be awkward. But maybe it was how much Gabe talked about that house. Or maybe it was because given the state of the pandemic it was the safest place to get married - no strangers and everyone could stay there. Still, he doesn’t expect Johnny to like the idea. 

Hell, he doesn’t even know that Johnny liked the idea until he shows him the proof for the invitations and it has the estate’s address. He’s sure he cries and starts babbling about how beautiful the manor house looks in the fall, but it doesn’t matter. That house is his Tara. He loves the estate probably more than any other building in the world. It the best wedding gift his fiance could have given him.

It isn’t until they arrive at the estate a few weeks later that he realizes Johnny has never been to the estate before. It isn’t until he sees the look of total wonder on the other man’s face that he realizes this is his first time seeing the manor house in all its glory. “What do you think?” He all but whispers out. If he doesn’t love the estate, Gabe’s not sure what he’ll do. 

Johnny’s quiet for a moment, but when he speaks, Gabe’s heart melts. “It’s perfect.”

#cj spirit week #drabble #pairing: Gabe/Johnny #pairing: Gabe/the Russian

[ettadunham]

A Buffy rewatch 7x01 Lessons

aka redemption, nostalgia, and the circle of storytelling

We did it, guys! We made it to the last season! Also, hello if you’re new, and stumbled upon this without context. As usual, these impromptu text posts are the product of my fevered mind as I rant about the episode I just watched for an hour (okay, sometimes perhaps two). Anything goes!

And in today’s episode it’s the beginning of the end, as it’s relentlessly signaled towards the audience.

I’ll be honest, in the pantheon of Buffy season openers I find Lessons to be somewhat… middling. Don’t get me wrong, there’s a lot of good stuff here, but there are parts of the main storyline that are just frustratingly inconsequential.

Let’s not beat around the bush – I’m mainly talking about Dawn’s new friends here. It’s obvious what the show is doing here, having Dawn form a friendship with two other misfit students and fighting demons on her first day of high school. We’re clearly going back to the beginnings. It’s what the Master aka the First tells us as well. Invoking the show’s very first episode and showing the next generation taking on that mantle.

(Also, that scene of the Fist appearing to Spike as all the Big Bads is still a lot. The music! Drusilla! You got me there, show. You got me right in my nostalgia feels.)

Which is a nice and cool thought. I love that. I love Dawn here. I just wish that the friends she makes actually appeared beyond this one single episode.

Imagine if one of those kids were Cassie! Or Amanda! I know that it’s tough to plan out these kinds of things, but the show’s done it in the past – or at the very least, set up a consistent group of background characters they could always go back to.

There are so many minor characters all over the Buffyverse, who were plucked out of that canvas and had their own little arcs through a few cameos. Think of Chantarelle, Amy, Harmony, or even Jonathan. And these characters weren’t set up to have as big of a role as they eventually got; the writers just saw an opportunity to develop them.

Meanwhile we’ve got these two kids, who this episode codes as part of our new Scooby gang. And we never see them again.

That’s just a bummer.

And it takes away a lot from the main action for me. Again, I like the idea of doing this, going back to high school as the beginning of a new cycle, where life as a teenager is hell… But I also wish I was more invested in the fate of these kids beyond Dawn.

On the plus side, I’m definitely a fan of Prinicipal Wood, and his lack of subtlety when it comes to his involvement with the supernatural. He’s like dropping hints that he knows what’s up, instead of just straight up telling Buffy that his mom was a Slayer. So is it any wonder that it’s getting picked up as shady on Buffy’s end?

He’s doing his best though, guys!! He’s got a lot of mommy issues. Give him a break.

Spike too has his own issues (which we’ll talk about in relation to Robin too). It’s a stark contrast, seeing a newly ensouled Spike here, laughing maniacally at Buffy asking him if he’s real. So are the cuts on his chest, marking his attempts at trying to cut his own heart out.

I don’t feel adequate enough to talk about that in depth. This is self-harm territory. But there’s also obviously something very specific about Spike trying to get at his own heart too in a metaphoric sense. Sure, through the heart is one of the ways a vampire can be killed, but he didn’t try to stake himself.

Spike’s a romantic. It’s one of his core traits that’s followed him through all of his incarnations. Even as a soulless vampire, he was a romantic. Except then, that side of him became twisted. As he was incapable of experiencing love in its entirety, this alter ego of his focused on what was left. Dependence. Obsession. Possession.

Spike as a vampire also reveled in his passions, and so to him violence, sex and love were all the same. They all came from the same place.

It’s no wonder then that the first thing Spike does after getting his soul back is to try and get rid of his heart. The thing that made him do all those things, even before he became a vampire.

Discussing redemption on Buffy is interesting to me, because this isn’t the show where that’s a central motive. Those stories happen over at Angel.

So, from that perspective, seeing how Willow’s story is handled here makes complete sense to me.

You know, I’ve read the hot takes about how Willow should be facing more consequences for her actions. But let me ask you this: what could possibly be worse for Willow than losing Tara?

Here’s another: how would punishing her be helpful?

And if your answer is “because murder should be punished because we live in a society”, that’s a good point. It is indeed how most of our society functions. For a reason.

But the show has been proposing for many seasons now, that normal societal rules don’t always apply in Buffy’s world. As a result, Buffy herself is positioned as the one with the power to decide how to handle any situation. Something that Faith already tells her in season 3; but Buffy rejects that idea then. At that time, she hasn’t even severed her ties with the Council yet, and was unprepared for that level of responsibility.

The Buffy of season 7 however not only recognizes her power, but embraces it. She is the law.

Which means that she can set her own principals and examples outside of society. And you can call Buffy self-righteous or whatever anyway you want, but she was never one for punishments.

Buffy always protects. If there’s a threat, she fights it, and if it’s neutralized, she lets it go. That’s why she never killed Spike after he was chipped. That’s why she didn’t kill Ben.

Buffy’s not vindictive and gives everyone the chance to grow; and in turn, so does the show.

“But… what about Faith?” – you say, predictably. I of course knew you were gonna bring her up. Mostly because you are currently just a voice in my head, arguing with my much more advanced logic.

Ah, yes. Let’s talk about Faith.

Specifically, let’s talk Faith in Consequences.

Hey, remember Consequences? The episode in which Buffy is trying to make Faith face up to her actions while also protecting her? The one where they argue about them being the law, and Buffy rejecting that specifically because Faith posits that they shouldn’t take responsibility for what they do?

More importantly, I want to emphasize this: with the gang, Buffy argues for Faith. She may not have quite embraced her role here yet as the law, but it’s clear where her head is at. She even asks for Angel’s help to keep Faith from becoming a threat.

Faith of course has her own set of issues that pushes her over to the dark side, but that doesn’t become evident for a few more episodes to the rest of the group. And I’d argue that it’s largely due to Buffy that Faith is even welcomed back for that short period of time.

Of course, comparing that to Willow’s murder is still not a good fit. Faith killed someone by accident at that point. Willow was going on a vengeance trip.

So let’s fast-forward to season 4. Where Faith wakes up and the gang doesn’t know how to deal with her.

Now, I criticized Buffy’s approach there, saying that she only seems to be preparing for two options here. Faith is either still a threat that needs to be dealt with, or she regrets her actions, in which case, there’s nothing to worry about.

Faith’s state of mind is of course a bit more complicated than that in the episode, but notice something important. Buffy doesn’t want to fight or punish Faith if it’s not necessary, even though at this point, she definitely did more than enough murder. When they meet, she tells her so. “It doesn’t have to be like this, you know.”

And for Buffy, that’s genuinely true.

After what goes down, Buffy’s pissed at Faith though. And yet we only see that side of Buffy on Angel the series. Where redemption for Faith becomes a central conflict, and one that’s ultimately resolved by her taking responsibility for her actions, and giving herself up to the police. A justice system that’s operating under normal societal rules.

And for Faith’s arc, that works. Part of her ongoing struggle was facing up and dealing with what she’s done, so this gave her the opportunity.

That however, isn’t always the case. Mostly because prison systems overall are largely unhelpful in actually rehabilitating people, but that’s a hot take for another day.

Narratively of course we still want that sense of fulfillment. We want to see the characters we love redeem themselves, and we want to be satisfied that it’s earned. But for me, that’s there with Willow as much as it’s there with Faith. It’s just that beyond the difference in thematic approach between the shows, their arcs just aren’t a one-to-one comparison.

Willow isn’t in denial about what she’s done. And she’s been dealt enough punishment as it is, even if it wasn’t any consequence of her own actions. By societal rules, she should be in prison, but because Buffy operates outside of those, Willow instead gets to have help, support and lessons.

And that’s kind of fascinating.

GILES:  “Do you want to be punished?” WILLOW:  “I wanna be Willow.”

I haven’t talked about Dawn nearly enough, but just know that I love her.

That is all.

#buffy rewatch 2k19 #btvs talk #btvs

[actuallyspencerreid]

Survivor | part 3

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“Why does it matter to you what Spencer and I were arguing about?”

The unsub laughed at your firm voice. “Simple. You and Mr. Perfect never argue about anything. Sounds like he thinks you're cheating on him. Are you?”

“Never.” You wanted to cry again, thinking about the fight you’d had with Spencer. “I love Spencer more than anything. I could never hurt him like that.”

“That’s why I love you, (Y/N).” The unsub sighed almost dreamily. “You’re so fiercely loyal.”

“If you love me so much, why am I tied up?”

“Because I have to teach you how to love me back.” The belt came across your legs again and you cried out in pain. “Luckily, I know that you’re a good learner.”

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“Guys!” Everyone looked up at Penelope from what they were doing. “I put an alert on (Y/N)’s name and face to see if anything came up, anything that could help us find her and this website just went live a few seconds ago. The link was emailed to me anonymously.”

She projected her screen onto the television, showing the team. The background was dark, but they could see a livestream and you were right in the middle. Spencer felt the air leave his body as he took in your unconscious appearance, flashbacks of Tobias Hankel appearing in his mind.

“Wake up!” The unsub yelled at you, smacking you across the face.

“Garcia can you take this down?” Emily’s voice was quiet as they watched you regain consciousness and look directly at the camera.

“Don’t!” Spencer reached out to grab Penelope’s hands before they could do anything. “She knows that we can see her. Look at her face.”

He was right. Your features didn’t show that you were hurt or even scared. They showed a woman determined to get away. Everyone saw as you turned to the unsub, whose face was just out of frame, with an irritated scowl.

“She’s not afraid of him.” JJ’s voice held an admirable tone.

“When my team finds you, I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure you never see the light of day again.”

The unsub laughed. “Your team is reckless. They don’t know how to separate their emotions from their work. They make careless mistakes and ignore the law when it’s convenient for them. You’re team has as much a chance as finding me as you do walking out here alive.”

“Sounds like pretty good odds to me.”

Spencer could feel himself shaking, beyond pissed he still couldn’t figure out where you were. “Garcia, can you track where this is streaming from?”

“No the IP address reroutes every fifteen seconds, I can’t pinpoint him.”

The screen went dark, but they could still hear everything.

“Tell me something agent. Would you die for them?”

“In a heartbeat.”

“Would you live for them?”

“Yes.”

“What was your fight with Doctor Reid about?”

You hesitated for a second and the BAU could feel an aura of tension. But you weren’t going to let this man get to you. “What is your obsession with my boyfriend?”

The unsub laughed again. “Doctor Spencer Reid is an enigma. For years, I’ve watched as this child has made an ass of everyone who dared speak to him. He looks down on others, thinking that his intelligence made them inferior. For a long time, I thought I hated him, but after a while I figured out that I was in awe of him. Ededict memory, an IQ of 187, can read twenty thousand words per minute. A genius. And yet, in waltz this rookie cop and all that is registered null and void. Around you, Spencer Reid goes from machine to human man, and a dumb one at that. How did you do it?”

Though they would never admit it, the rest of the BAU was slightly curious as well. Spencer did in fact get a little loopy when it came to you and sometimes it confused them.

“I didn’t do anything.” You were confused.

“Don’t lie to me!” Everyone flinched as the unsub yelled. “What did you do to him?”

“I don’t know what your talking about!” Your resolve was breaking. Spencer’s heart broke when you glanced at the camera and he saw the fear in your eyes.

“Maybe this will help.”

Everything moved in slow motion. You appeared on the screen again, belt tied around your arm above your elbow. Spencer immediately recognized the bottle and needle he pulled out of his pocket.

“No!” He screamed, Matt and Luke had to hold him back before he launched himself at the screen as the unsub measured out the Dilaudid.

“You remember this, don’t you sweetheart?” He pushed the needle into your vein and injected you with the narcotic. “Doctor Reid didn’t fare so well against this particular drug. Let’s see how you do.”

The BAU watched as you drifted into unconsciousness and then the camera cut off. Spencer broke, sobbing as Luke and Matt held him up.

“We have to get her out of there.” Penelope wiped her tear stained cheeks. “I have the list of officers who were absent on the day that all three victims were abducted and killed. It’s a pretty decent sized list.”

“And you compared that list to the agents who aren’t here today?”

“Just did. Still fourteen names.”

“Alright. I want every single address of everyone on that list. JJ, Simmons, Rossi, take the first seven. Luke, Lewis and I will take the other seven. Reid, stay here with Garcia in case he starts streaming again.”

“I’m going with you!”

“Absolutely not!” Emily was more firm than anyone had ever heard her before. “You are nowhere near emotionally stable enough for the field. You will stay here with Garcia and that is an order!”

Everyone watched as Spencer and Emily stared each other down. After a moment, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his badge and gun. “If she dies and he gets away, I quit.”

Emily gave him a curt nod. “I understand.”

The rest of the team left and Spencer sank into the chair next to Garcia, resting his head on her shoulder. She stroked his hair.

“Come on Boy Wonder. Build a profile. Maybe we can figure out who it is. Save them some time.”

He nodded and sat up, looking over the files on the table. Images and words swam in front of his eyes as he tried to fit all the pieces together. For hours he stayed there, circling the table and moving things around to get a better understanding. Garcia lost count of how many times she refilled their coffee cups. The sun was rising when he finally had an idea.

“We know he works at the FBI, so he’s smart and at least somewhat fit. The torture and stabbing on his previous victims suggest sexual sadism. Garcia, can you hack the IT department?”

“Easy peasy lemon squeezy.” Her hands flew across her keyboard. “What am I looking for?”

“Anyone who has looked into our files or possibly even into our pasts. He’s obsessed with one, if not both of us. He knew when the perfect time to grab her was, so he had to have been watching us.”

“Holy smokes.”

“What is it?”

“Dex Trengrove. He’s got everything you’ve ever written, everything you’ve ever been mentioned in saved on his hard drive. It also looks like he planted a trojan horse on (Y/N)’s work computer and has been recording random pieces of the day. There’s so much footage of her just laughing and filling out paperwork. There’s a clip of her kissing you cheek that he has labled ‘WHY?’”

Spencer called Emily on speaker phone. “Emily, our unsub is number four on your list, Dex Trengrove.”

“That makes sense. He was fired three months ago for hacking NSA. That must have been his trigger. But he wasn’t at his apartment. Does he have any other address on file?”

“Nope. He hasn’t gotten a new job since being fired and both his parents are dead.”

“What happened to his parents house?”

“They lived in a little house in rural Virginia. When they died two years ago, they left it to Dex, but he sold it to -- oh my god.”

“What is it Garcia?”

“He sold it to Harley and Robin Beth. The Beths dropped off the grid right afterwards and no one had heard from them since.”

Tara chimed in. “How much you want to bet, they were his first victims?”

Emily sighed. “Garcia, I need the coordinates for that house.”

“Coming to your phones.”

Just then, there was a ping. “He’s streaming again.”

They turned to the screen as your face appeared right in front of the camera. You were whispering, tears running down your face. “Spencer, if you can hear me, I’m okay. He’s one of the IT guys. I don’t remember his name. I don’t know where I am. Spence, I need you know that I love you. More than anything in this world. If I don’t make it out of here, always remember that I love you. ”

He saw your eyes widen as you heard footsteps. You returned to your chair, slipping your hands into the loosened binds. Dax had another full needle in his hand.

“Please don’t.” You begged, feigning desperation. “I’m fine, really. I don’t need it. Please.”

He chuckled and grabbed your arm anyway. While he was busying himself with the belt, you slipped back out of your binds and wrapped them around his neck.

“Son of a bitch.” You growled in his ear as he struggled against you. You maneuvered your legs around his flailing arms until you were completely wrapped around him.

“Go to sleep. Go to sleep.” You held steady, pulling tighter as he slowly lost consciousness. He dropped to his knees as you heard the sound of approaching sirens.

“Dax Trengrove. FBI!” You sighed in relief as you heard Emily’s voice. She busted through the door followed closely behind Tara and Luke, weapon raised.

“Thank god.” You let yourself cry as you untagged yourself from the man and ran into her arms. “I’m so happy to see you.”

“Let’s get you to a medic.” You nodded and let her lead you away.

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“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.” -Lao Tzu

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Your body ached as you opened your eyes.

“Where am I?” You groaned, trying to sit up.

“Don’t do that.” You were startled by Spencer’s voice, but immediately comforted when you turned and realized that he was next to you. “You’re at the hospital. You’ve been sleep for the past two days.”

“Have you been here the whole time?” You smirked at his messy hair and scraggly beard. Your nose turned up as he leaned in close. “Yes you have. You smell.”

“There she is,” He pressed his lips to your cheek and you got a whiff of his breath. “I’m going to go tell the team that you’re woke.”

“Brush your teeth while you’re at it!” You called as he walked out the door, laughing.

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TO BE CONTINUED...

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