#he just looks so fucking classy it’s fantastic

[anotherhibiscuswow]

They went hard with his outfit for Christmas while his classmates all looked very cute and everything, he out did them all. King shit right there.

#when I saw this my face went like that lil Wayne wooo gif #he just looks so fucking classy it’s fantastic #byakuya twogami #dangan ronpa #ultimate imposter #danganronpa #super danganronpa goodbye despair #danganronpa 2 #super dangan ronpa 2 #digital art

[elvensorceress]

fuck it friday

wow are we going to say fuck it this friday... idk I started a thing. don't look at me. slightly nsfw and references buck/tommy sex but it is absolutely going to be a buddie pining threesome fic. I said don't look at me. these boys are dumb and need some help. tagged by @theotherbuckley @evanbegins @spotsandsocks @wikiangela @diazsdimples @exhuastedpigeon @wildlife4life @hippolotamus @tizniz @sibylsleaves tagging for now or this weekend or just because you might be interested? @eddiebabygirldiaz @bidisasterbuckdiaz @bihoebuck @prettyboybuckley @rogerzsteven @ellelans @messyhairdiaz @wh0re-behavi0r 😘 ILY

The restaurant is dimly lit in a way that might be classy and romantic, but Tommy’s hand is also on Buck’s thigh. And Buck is having a lot of very not-classy, not even very romantic sorts of thoughts. Everything is far more along the lines of, he could put his hand on my dick, and, I know what his cock feels like in my throat, and, why are we here in a public place when we could be back at my loft taking turns fucking each other until we’re both a mess of cum and lube and sweat and sexy bruises and love bites? Because all of that is way more appealing than what they are sitting here, waiting to do. 

If it were just one of their dates, it’d be great. Those are fantastic. Tommy likes to pick him up and take him to nice places and he smiles in a really, really soft cute way that also has an air of, I am going to fuck you until you scream and you will love every second. And holy fucking god, does Buck love every second. 

Bisexuality, man. Who knew? 

It’s so fantastic. It’s so different? Or maybe it’s just that Tommy is different because he’s ridiculously cool and hot and Buck always really liked when someone knew what they wanted and would take the lead and he could do everything in his power to please them and make them feel good. Confidence is infinitely sexy and competence even more so. And Tommy has all of that in spades. 

And Buck loves men. Buck really loves men. It makes so much sense and how had he never even considered? Maybe he considered but he sure as hell never realized wanting a man and being attracted to a man was something that fit so well. Fuck, it fits so well. 

Maybe he could even end up with a man someday? Maybe he could marry a man and have a relationship that is like this all the time for the rest of his life? Not that he doesn’t like women still. Women are great. People who don’t identify as either or they identify as both or however they choose— they’re great, too. 

Everyone is hot and Evan Buckley is very bisexual, and it just might be one of the greatest revelations he’s ever had. 

He’s just really, really enjoying being with a man right now. 

He is not, however, enjoying the thought of this dinner. Everything about this dinner makes his stomach a washing machine of anxiety. For no reason. He doesn’t know why. There’s nothing wrong with it. 

Why wouldn’t he and his boyfriend go on a double date with his best friend who is their mutual friend, and his best friend’s girlfriend.

What is wrong with that?

#fuck it friday #jenwyn wip #bucktommy #pining buddie in 3...2...1... #fic: test drive

[hollyhomburg]

I’ve been wanting to ask this for so long but 🥺 how would the pack&mc be on mc’s birthday?

ahhhhhh this is such a cute question? i think i might have answered it before, tbh...and this might get angsty...but i think the pack might fuck up the m/c's first two birthdays? the first one because she literally forgets to tell them and they're a little hurt because "you didn't think we'd want to celebrate you?" and the next one...because they plan a surprise for her and she goes through the whole day thinking that they just forgot 🥺

im imagining her face falling as she walks in to the house after being sent on some wild goose chase, maybe one of the alphas got demanding and she felt like a bad omega (of course they just did it so that she'd be out of the house so they could set up gifts and games and stuff) and she wants to be happy as everyone shouts suprise but honestly- it kinda sends her into a full blown panic attack because her ptsd can't handle suprises?

i bet namjoon and jin usher out her friends while the pack decends (most of them from jungkook's gym, one of the neighbors she's made friends with, and a queer they/them alpha that her and tae go shopping with sometimes) and she really tries not to ruin it but the pack very quickly transition into comfort not excitement.

the pack pull her into the nest and talk it through and they realize just how badly they fucked up. i think yoongi and hobi probably take it the hardest- yoongi because he thinks he should have known what she wanted better (he's her /mate/ for christs sake) and hobi because he really wanted her first real birthday with the pack to be special 🥺

i bet jk's even sniffly wrapped around her waist, very very upset with himself because he prides himself on throwing the best birthday parties for the pack. none of them are bakers like her but him and tae worked so so so hard on the cake- she even put little hearts on it too 🥺

eventually i bet they have pizza and facemasks in the nest and open up her presents even though their hearts really aren't in it, they promise to make it up to her, each in their own special way.

for hobi- she gets a beach day with just the two of them, maybe a comfy air mattress set up with blankets to watch the sunset, all of their favorite munchies and junk foods.

she gets a botanical garden day with jin where he hires a photographer to do a little photoshoot, and they walk arm and arm through the flowers, i bet he'd also get her something expensive but classy, little diamond earings or something like that.

for yoongi- she'd a cooking class night where they drag the rest of the pack along, they both get fantastically drunk and make an absolute fool of themselves. afterwords the pack drive them home and and end up pushing all of the furnature to the sides of the house and sock skating together or maybe he gifts her a pair of rollerblades and the pack try them out.

i think jk's gift would be a little bit more...sexual in nature, maybe jk would ask the doms to splurge and pick out some sort of fucking machine 🥰 or her own set of bunny ears and a bunny tail. or maybe they'd negotiate something new but risky- like double penetration or a 'fake' glory hole of some sorts where she has to guess which of the pack is fucking her- all orchestrated by the darling maknae <3

i think namjoon would gift her a very very expensive nesting nook- kind of a built in cave with carefully apulstered sides that cost a small fortune designed spesificially for omegas with a built in little door so that she can close it and have it feel all safe and cozy. noodle makes it his home almost immediatly- and i just picture nj coming home after a long day and looking for her finding her in it all curled up and safe smelling- exactly where the pack alpha wants his smallest pup <3

jimin and tae's gift would be sort of joint, a small shopping spree and then fancy afternoon teatime with all the fancy finger sandwitches and stuff. maybe some hot chocolate and cakes to finish it off. i just imagine them coming home in the afternoon and the real treat is just getting to cuddle with both of them all close and happy, maybe the m/c wakes between the two of them and jimin's tangled around her and they just lounge until the rest of the pack get home and join them in the nest, all of them close and cuddly <3

#i haven't answered an ask like this in a long while but <3 #this was a great excersize! #thank you for sending it to me

[daydreamgoddess14]

Life After Richmond pt. 2

MASTERLIST

A Jason Sudeikis multi-chapter RPF w/a reader insert/OFC. No use of y/n l/n.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

"How do I look? Is the dress too much? Maybe I shouldn't wear heels?" Callie twisted and turned in front of the full-length mirror. Her dress was a wrap dress with a deep V, which followed the curve of her bust. It held with a knot at the waist and draped to just below her knees with the slit hidden by the wrap unless she moved. It was classy, demure but feminine and a little sexy. She felt the best she had in a long time. She'd put back on the weight she lost following the breakup, and her hair and skin had recovered from the excesses of wine, junk food and sleepless nights. 

"You look fantastic. The heels are fine - not too high. You look like a woman who means business." In her living room, Laura was checking and rechecking the email confirmation for the meeting. "We need to go. Are you ready?"

"Yep, let's do it." Callie gathered her coat and bag, her laptop sleeve, and took her phone off charge. A short cab ride later, they were booked in and waiting for the elevator to take them to the 12th floor. Callie got out her phone to put it on silent. There was a good luck message from her sister and a message from Jason, which presumably was on similar lines. She opened them to clear them. Jason didn't say good luck, though. It just said 'Don't freak out.' Well, that was one way to instill confidence she rolled her eyes. 

Laura hustled her out of the lift as she pushed her phone back into her bag. She felt a solid shove in her lower back, guiding her into the conference room. Callie froze in the doorway. She looked past the Apple exec to the two familiar figures in the window overlooking the city.

"Good morning, Ms. Draper, thank you for coming down to see us. I'm Dan Andrews, and I believe you already know these gentlemen?" Laura caught Callie's laptop sleeve before it

hit the floor and proceeded to also take her bag and coat from her hands. She put everything onto the large glass table and went to shake hands, pulling Callie with her. Callie felt her arm move with the motion of shaking hands and she mumbled an introduction, but she barely glanced at Dan. She then found herself standing in front of both Brett and Jason. 

"Good to see you, love. You look great." Brett smiled, pulling her into a hug that lifted her feet from the ground. Her hands pushed him away slightly, anger rising to the surface. 

"What the fuck, Brett?" she whispered. He placed her back down, her feet stumbling slightly. Jason caught her elbow to steady her, and hugged her gently, dropping a quick kiss on her cheek.

"It's good to see you after so long. Don't freak out." He muttered directly into her ear, "You look incredible." He felt her shiver as she pulled away from him, frowning.

"Shall we sit?" Dan suggested. Callie and Laura took one side of the table while Brett and Jason sat on the other side. "Feels like couples counseling." Dan joked, the sudden tension in the room had not been lost on him. Callie brushed non-existent lint from her dress, suddenly regretting the low neckline and split in the leg. She felt more self conscious and nervous than she had in the company of strangers. It was unsettling to have her professional and private lives combine without her knowledge. Across the table, Jason found himself wondering just how far into the neckline of her dress her blush went, and hoping he could talk her round from her anger.

He hadn’t wanted to catch her off guard, he had expected Dan to take the meeting alone and fill him in afterwards. He'd wanted their second meeting to be more like the first - coffee, maybe a walk. Not ambushing her in a clinical conference room.

"So, I understand you've met with the team at Netflix. I'd love to know more about their plans, maybe there's some details where we can be better suited, or we can be more flexible. But let me outline our intentions first - with Brett and Jason's input and then you can weigh in. Sounds good?" Callie nodded slowly without smiling, avoiding Brett and Jason's eyes. "Great, so I don't know how involved you want to be, or how much Netflix wants you to be, but we want it to be entirely your decision - I don't want to dictate to you. The intellectual property is yours and will obviously remain so, we will work fully with you. That's basically us in a nutshell. Did you want to talk through your other offer?" Callie shook her head and didn't bother hiding the anger in her voice. 

"No. To be honest, I want to hear from these two first." Brett took a deep breath and went to begin.

"Cal, please-"

"We never intended to ambush you." Jason interrupted, holding his hands up "Let me start at the beginning. I called Dan before I'd even finished reading the first chapter of your book. I knew immediately that if it ever crossed his desk, I wanted to be involved. That was the only thing I requested at the time and that was months before we met. Then I finally got to meet you, and we stayed in touch, and the more we talked the more I wanted to make this happen. Every idea you mention in conversation, every plotline you hint at, has gotten me so invested at the thought of working with you. When you told me about Netflix, I pushed Dan to arrange this meeting but I genuinely thought he'd meet with you alone first. I figured I wouldn't factor into this meeting at all. But Dan knows me, he knew I wouldn't be asking him if I was willing to hand the show to someone else. I only found out that I needed to be here last night, and by then I thought it would do more harm telling you. That's it, that's all there is so far." Callie held his gaze and didn't look away or say a word, knowing he still had more to say. "I want you to be involved in the whole thing. Exec producer - you, you want to write the whole thing alone? Totally fine, you want a writing team? It's yours. You outline the entire story arc, you decide the number of episodes we need. You help cast the thing. You'll be credited as co-creator-"

"I don't know the first thing about TV. I don't understand most of what you've just said." She said reproachfully, not letting him off the hook. 

"Callie, you are the captain. We're your navigators. Brett and I want to do this alongside you, otherwise we won't do it at all. What do Netflix want from you?" Callie took a deep breath. 

"They didn't say outright it’s early days, but I get the feeling they want me to be pretty hands off. I get credited as an exec producer but that's all. Their choice of writers, their choice of showrunner-"

"Do you know who?" Dan interrupted, "Does that have an impact on your decision?"

"They've discussed it being a Shondaland product. Which is fine, I guess. I love Bridgerton. I think she's worked really hard to get where she is. She's a force of nature. But she's also let Greys go on for nearly 20 years. And I obviously have no idea what she's like as a person. And they want full and total control. They want to be able to keep it going without my input and stray from the text, equally they can bin it after a season if they choose to." Across the table Brett rolled his eyes. 

"You are the one who should be in control of this." Jason nodded next to him. "Within sensible reason, we don't want to upset Dan." Brett offered the man at the head of the table a smile. 

"I agree. But if that's not what you want, then I get it." Jason chimed in. Callie stood up abruptly. 

"Can I get a minute please?"

"Sure, sure, we'll leave you-" Dan motioned for the room to be cleared but Callie got to the door first, leaving Laura and everyone else behind. 

"It's OK, I'll step out." 

The glass room had frosted panels running horizontally, all Jason could see was Callie's legs pacing backwards and forwards up and down the corridor outside, the frosted panel meant he couldn't see her face, just the very top of her head. He focused on following her feet with his eyes. She stopped and dropped into a low crouch, he could see the muscles in her calves and the curve of her bottom. Laura watched him from across the table with a smirk. Callie's last 6 months of conversational foreplay had not been on her bingo card. Through the glass, it looked as though Callie had her head in her hands. His heart ached at the thought that he was contributing to making the decision more difficult. She stood up again almost straight away and spun on her toes. He could see the outline of her body making for the door, which was thrown open with some force. 

Callie had paced up and down until she was dizzy. As an author, she was relatively well known - all the more since Jason had been peddling her book on both coasts to any and all of his friends and their friends. Daytime TV appearances had been a huge step up from when she’d published her first book. The journey into television was a daunting one, and the idea of Netflix and their colder approach frankly terrified her. Her book was her baby and she didn't want to let it go fully. The alternative option was clearly so much better, and she was overjoyed at the thought of working with Brett. It was working with Jason, which scared the shit out of her. She was a genuine fan, she'd already called him hot (something they'd never circled back to directly), they were beginning to speak almost more frequently than she and Brett did, she valued and craved his creative input. She sank to the ground, unsure whether to run for the elevator or back to the boardroom. The thought of disappointing him or underperforming was far more frightening on a personal level than a professional one. She dragged her hands through her hair, let out a huff of air and sprung to standing. She grabbed at the door handle and headed back in. 

She spoke directly to Brett and Jason without going back to her seat.

"I don't know anything about TV. Literally nothing. I don't want to fuck this up. I don't want to get it wrong. This would be much easier if I fucked up with a bunch of strangers. I could walk away, carry on writing and never think about it again." She met Jason's eyes, her voice wavering slightly, "I really can't disappoint you. I don't want this to be something my friends can hold over me for the rest of my life. I don’t want to end up jeopardising your career, or his." She gestured to Brett. He was standing in front of her before the last word had even crossed her lips. 

"I know you don't want to disappoint us. I doubt you could." He said with a smile, Callie rolled her eyes. 

"No, I mean-" 

"I know what you mean. I don't think you will disappoint anyone, and I certainly wouldn't hold it over you for the rest of our lives. I think you underestimate how much Brett and I want to work with you. This isn't about you winning us over - you already did that. We don't want to disappoint you." Callie's eyes filled with tears, moved by his words and struggling to hold onto her anger. "What do you think?" He asked, his eyes pleading. She sighed heavily, her resolve weakening.

"I have an advance for my next two books. I have deadlines."

"And we'll support you in meeting them. Hell, I want first refusal on adapting them. We can work all of this stuff out, together. I know he's a twat, but give us a chance." Jason nodded his head towards Brett, making Callie smile at last. 

"What happens next?" she asked. Jason sighed with relief, and Brett reached out to hug them both.

"I have some basic contracts here, just discussing exclusivity and allowing us to get into the finer details. This means we can set up further meetings to take our time on the important stuff without worrying that Netflix will poach you. It means we can get it right, not rushed." Dan smiled, producing the paperwork with a flourish.

"No fear there, Dan. I'm not going anywhere."

"Glad to hear it. Let's get those signed, and then you're free to celebrate. As you're already friends, you can start working on how you want the show to look and feel, I think that will get us into a great position to discuss the full contracts. We have the added benefit that Jason in particular knows how we like to operate and what these next discussions will entail. Believe me, I hear you about this sort of thing testing friendships, but this is harder with a group of strangers. I'll go and arrange some coffee while you all have a read through."

Another couple of hours later and the four were outside the building in the cold. Despite initially concentrating on only having met Jason once before, Callie had also remembered that it had been just as long since she'd seen Brett. None of them were ready for the day to be over, and they were desperate to speak freely without Dan listening to every word. Jason led them to a pub where they ordered champagne and beers to start and poured over the food menu with their heads together. Once they'd decided on food, Callie took the menu to the bar to order, leaving the others in the booth. She waited patiently for the barman, pulling the V of her dress to make sure she wasn't showing too much. A hand on her lower back quickly distracted her. Jason had left Laura and Brett to argue over who was getting the better deal with the show, in favour of finally getting Callie alone.

"How does it feel?" He asked. She beamed at him, her smile met her eyes, and she shone with happiness. The fact that this was the smile he'd been trying to get from her all day made the reward even sweeter.

"Amazing. I need to pinch myself! If you'd said back in London that this is where we'd end up in 6 months, I'd have laughed at you. I just wish… I wish I hadn’t been caught off guard like that."

"I know. I’m sorry, I’m really so sorry. It's been a long time coming.” She nodded, accepting the apology. “You look so much happier."

"I really am. You were right, it does get easier. It's made me wonder if I was actually happy with the way things were, because I know for a fact I'm happier now."

"What can I say, I'm smart and hot." He said with a smirk. 

"6 months, and I thought I'd gotten away with that. You've just been waiting to bring it up in public." Callie laughed, hiding her face behind the menu. 

"Can you blame me when I knew you'd blush so beautifully? I had to wait to see it in person." Callie was saved by the barman taking their mammoth food order. 

"I hope this wasn't some long, elaborate plan to get me to spend time with you. Or do you slide into a lot of DMs?" She teased once they were alone again.

"If Brett had given up your number sooner, I would have straight up called you. Besides, it worked, didn't it?"

"I was at a very low point back then, you caught me off guard - again." She dismissed his comment with a wave of her hand.

"Ah, so it's not true. Second meeting regret? Was it the boardroom lighting?" He replied with an easy smile. Callie thanked the barman and turned back to Jason.

"Not at all, in fact, that tweet was completely, absolutely correct, and I stand by it. I'd send it again for sure." She cowardly disappeared back to the booth, not waiting for a response. She dropped down in the booth opposite Laura who'd move to sit next to Brett. They were both reading through the contract they'd all just signed. As soon as she sat, Callie realised that the only space left was next to her. Fantastic, how she loved facing the consequences of her ill thought out actions. Jason sat down beside her and nudged her shoulder. 

"Didn’t think that one through?"

"I did not. I was expecting a Laura buffer, you caught me."

"If only." He grinned, pouring more champagne for her and Laura.

"Right you two, quit flirting for a minute, Laura wants a plan."

"I do want a plan. I want to know how the hell Callie is going to write me two books and co-create a TV show at the same fucking time." She banged the table.

"I will be fueled by chocolate and booze?" Callie suggested. 

"No way, I'll compromise with you being fueled by a healthy diet, coffee and a thriving sex life." Callie scoffed, "Yeah, sure thing babe. I'll get right on that. It'll all work out Laur, don't stress over the details."

"I keep telling her you've got us, why does she think that's not a good thing?" Brett wondered aloud.

"Probably because we met up for coffee and you guys left about 7 hours later." Callie shrugged. 

"We hadn't seen each other for ages. This is different. Once we're finished on Ted you'll be sick of seeing us." 

"Are you kidding me? You make her laugh all the time and she's got the hots for Jason. I don't envisage much work going on." Laura laughed. “You lot will send me to an early grave with this.”

"OK, Laura is cut off from the booze now since she can't keep her trap shut. Like I said, details later. For now, I'm just going to enjoy where my hard work has gotten me." Callie brushed over Laura's comment with a winning smile. Whatever had been brewing over the phone with Jason for the last 6 months was not going to be addressed in a bar. She’d been fresh from her break up previously, and was unprepared for being remotely attracted to anyone. Six months of conversation with Jason had built a friendship and now they were adding in a co-worker status. Rocking the boat now was not an option. The night ended as Callie had expected it to - whether it had been a good or bad day. Laura next to her with a bag of sweets between them in bed, dissecting their day. 

"I can't believe today."

"I know, mental."

"And now you're going to be working with two of the current best TV creators, for Apple TV... Jason Sudeikis is your boss!"

"Or... am I his boss? It's my book, after all."

"It's his TV show."

"Our TV show. Jointly."

"Whichever. You want to sleep with your boss!" Laura giggled, still drunk.

"I wouldn't say no." Callie agreed, also feeling the effects of plenty of champagne. "But, y’know, probably not a good idea."

"Well then, you two need to decide on the boundaries because I know we're joking about how much you like him, but holy shit when he saw you in that boardroom this morning!"

"I wasn't looking. I was too busy being angry." 

"I know. And then too busy being businesswoman of the year. But I've been watching him watching you. All. Day. Long." Callie made a little 'pfft' sound. "It's true. In my expert opinion-"

"Ha!"

"He's got it just as bad as you."

"Oh."

"He has literally been staring you down all day. So you guys might need to talk. Or screw. Or bury these feelings so deep we never speak of them again."

"Hmm. I like those options." Callie said through a yawn. "I need to sleep on it. Or him." She sniggered, moving the sweets to her bed stand and switching off the light. In the dark, Laura giggled,

"It's been 84 years..." 

"Fucking feels like it!"

A couple of days later, Callie had made plans to meet up with Jason and Brett before they returned to London. 

"You're welcome to come round here, and I'll cook? Where are you staying?"

"I'm at a hotel in the East Village, but Suds is at his place in Brooklyn, which is between us."

"Hmm. My place is a bit pokey." Callie admitted.

"Fucking tiny."

"Bijou."

"Minuscule."

"Cozy."

"Just let's go to Jason's, yeah? I'm sure he'll let you cook, and I bet his kitchen is better than yours."

"Fine, you let him know and send me the address. I'm going to get some stuff for lunch."

"Yes boss."

"Learning already, good boy!" Callie hung up and finished packing up her laptop and notepads. On the way to Jason's, she picked up the ingredients for the lunch she wanted to make. Time living alone, years of work in the service industry and a top chef sister meant she knew her way around a kitchen. The recipes she knew well and cooked often were well practiced masterpieces and she loved showing them off. By the time she'd reached his front door, she was laden with bags and ready to get to work. 

"Here she is at last!" Brett called through the corridor while Jason took bags from her.

"I suggest if you want feeding, you shut that pretty mouth." Callie blew him a kiss with her free hand.

"And this is why she wasn't allowed to work front of house." He laughed.

"Come through, you want a coffee?" Jason offered, working neatly around Callie as she unpacked her laptop and notes. 

"God, yes please." She shrugged off her hoodie and put it on the back of her seat. He put a coffee and pastry next to her and sat between her and Brett. "Oh wow, my hero, I'm starving!"

"Easily pleased."

"Title of your porno, Brett." She retorted, rolling her eyes. 

"Remind me why you two have never worked together before?" Jason interrupted with a laugh.

"He'd annoy the fuck out of me." 

"I know your pain. So, bad news first - we're back in London in two days for at least another 2 months, and then I have a month in LA planned." Callie nodded, pulling out her diary,

"OK, so our first 3 months are mostly going to be online, that's fine. I can come to London for a week, week and half, midway through if that helps?"

"That would be amazing, thanks."

"I'll get the flights booked through Laura."

"She can submit it to Apple to pick up the tab. You're not still working a full time job are you?"

"Not full time, I quit when I moved from Chicago but I do have the option to do some bar shifts if I need to, I just have to ask for them."

"We'll try and avoid that. We'll get an advance on your royalties through Dan to help."

"I've got the advance from the two new books as well, and I'm remarkably thrifty when I need to be." The conversation and planning continued through the morning, plotting logistics and scheduling regular meetings in preparation for their time apart. They started talking storyline as Callie began preparing lunch. Brett was chief note taker, Jason talked and watched Callie as she worked. She chopped potatoes, sliced and seasoned chicken before wrapping it in prosciutto. He loved how methodically she worked. He occasionally offered comments on where to find pans or oven sheets, coming up behind her with one hand on her waist to get to the high cupboard she couldn't reach. He took over chopping vegetables when she needed to scribble down some ideas. They moved around each other with complete synchronicity. Callie's cooking went down a storm, and by late afternoon, they had plans for how to move things forward. 

"So apparently everytime we see each other, someone's getting on a plane and it's months till we see each other again?" Callie shoved her stuff into her bag once they'd all decided they'd had enough. 

"Feels a bit like that." Brett admitted, checking his Uber app. "My ride's here, want to share?"

"No I'm good thanks, I'll walk." He gave her a bear hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Soon, you'll be fed up with us. Or maybe just me." He said with a twinkle. "I'm really so happy you're doing this. I promise we won't get it wrong. Not with you here to supervise."

"Thank you for everything Brett, it's going to be amazing. And since you've basically put the seal of approval on my work, mum totally loves you now."

"Wow, high praise indeed!"

"I'm pretty sure she's hoping you'll marry me, but I told her bollocks so be prepared for her to suggest Beth instead." From the front door, Jason sniggered. 

"Beth is the better cook, fine by me." Callie clutched her hand to her heart, feigning devastation.

"Just leave me Brett, I can't take any more." She fake cried.

"Love you, you muppet."

"Love you too, speak to you in a couple of days once you've slept." She hugged him tightly and waved off his Uber once he'd hugged Jason. "Right, I'll grab my stuff and get out of your way." She said brightly. 

"Don't feel like you've got to disappear because Brett's gone. He had a date. Stay if you want, we can work some more or put a movie on?" Callie paused. Laura was busy so she would be going back to her empty apartment, alone, where she'd stay unless she ventured out for a slice of pizza later on. Following their night in the bar, she'd concluded that 'this thing' with Jason was definitely just a crush. Which combined with being a little starstruck, had just been blown out of proportion. An ocean between them would not be a bad thing, she'd said with a firm nod. Laura had laughed till she cried. 

"Only if you're sure, I don't want to intrude? Also, he has a date?! Sneaky bugger didn't tell me!"

"I believe his words were 'something,  something, she's too invested in my love life, something, something should get one of her own.' I didn't take much notice." He handed her a beer from the fridge. Callie's jaw dropped. 

"How. Rude. He'll pay for that. If it's not him, it's Laura, or Beth, or my mother." She muttered angrily.

"They just want you to be happy."

"Which they're all convinced is directly linked to me getting laid." She pointed out. "Sorry, too blunt. I need to just shut up." She paused to collect her thoughts. "They all just assume that I need to be in a relationship to be happy." She sank into the sofa cushions. 

"And what do you think?"

"I think I spent 5 years in a relationship which was actually making me miserable but I was too determined to make it work to be bothered about my own feelings. Turns out catching him with the neighbour was the cure. I don't know, I've been on a couple of dates since then. I’m just taking everything a day at a time. Maybe Brett's right. Don't tell him I said that." 

"Take your time. Only you know what you're ready for." Jason offered. 

"Hmm." 

"Movie time, what's it gonna be?" Callie frowned, thinking.

"No judgement?" He boy scout saluted. "You Got Mail?"

"Why the fuck would I judge that? Great choice." Callie grinned in response and was quickly lost in the movie. She caught Jason's eye from time to time but it seemed he was just as engrossed in the screen as she was. She sighed happily as Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks walked together discussing her meeting with NY152. By the time Joe was giving Kathleen the "how about some coffee, or you know, drinks, or dinner or a movie... for as long as we both shall live..." speech and begging her to forgive him, Callie had tears threatening to roll down her cheeks. She'd brought her knees up to hug them and wiped her eyes in the elbow of her hoodie. 

"There's definitely a perfect movie, and this is it." She smiled. 

"You're not wrong there." 

"The writing is just… Ooof." She looked skyward with a hand on her heart. 

"So's yours." She dismissed his comment, rolling her eyes. 

"You haven't worked with me yet. I thrive in chaos." 

"That makes two of us." 

"I don't know how to thank you for all of this."

"Please don't, believe me, I should be thanking you. I had no idea what I was going to do after Ted. I was terrified that nothing would come close, but then I met you. I told Brett when we left the restaurant that nothing was going to stop me from working with you. I meant it." Callie nodded, unable to speak for fear of crying. She cleared her throat and stood up, 

"I should get going. There's some leftovers in the fridge, don't forget them." He shook his head with a small smile.

"You’re something else, Callie." He stood to hug her tightly and she welcomed being completely surrounded by him. "See you soon." He said quietly, leaning down to kiss her cheek and catching slightly closer to the corner of her mouth than he'd anticipated. She sighed and took a step back. 

"See you soon."

#jason sudeikis #jason sudeikis rpf #jason sudeikis fanfic #ted lasso rpf

[rockstarstate32]

Matthew Engler x reader  smut

You're Joe Goldbergs adopted daughter. He adopted you before he met Love. You liked Love, she was better than Beck... who you knew was definately not right for your dad. But, again, you liked Love, she cooked good food and her baked goods were always fantastic. She loved you like you were her own daughter.

Today//

As long Joe was busy at the library and Love was taking care of Henry doing 'Mommy and Me' classes with the other stuckup moms, you had your freedom to spy on your neighbor Matthew. You were totally digging the dadbod. "Hot Zaddy" as Ellie would say.

You stayed perched on your bench by the window, watching as he typed away on his computer and spoke on the phone. Cary made a joke once that the only way to get Matthew hard was data collection, once you finally saw Matthew, you found yourself wondering what really made Matty boy hard.

You hopped off the bench and ran down stairs. You threw open the door to the back patio and pulled a chair to the fence and looked over at Matthew.

"Hey Neighbor" you said. He looked over and smiled at you. "Not gonna come say hi?"

"Hi (y/n)" He walked over and waved at you. "You enjoy the view when you're stalking me from that bedroom window?" he teased.

"Y'know, I think I'd like the view of you partially undressed better" You responded.

"How classy of you, (y/n)" he rolled his eyes. "Why don't you come over the fence and hang out?" he offered. You smiled and nodded, hopping over the fence and into Matthews arms. This was the normal tradition.

"Nice hair" You commented as you ruffled it.

"Thanks" he set you down. "Care for a drink? I can make you a Piña Colada... it's pretty hot out"

"Sure" you said and followed him inside. You threw yourself up onto his kitchen counter and watched him make you your drink.

"So, how many times have you fingered yourself to the sight of by the pool?" He asked teasingly.

"Not as many times as I've seen you jerk off in the water" you sass back.

"Smart ass!" He chuckled. "you have a serious attitude problem" he rolled his eyes.

"You're the one asking about masturbation..."

"How old are you again?"

"18 and single" you smirk. His lips soon crashed onto yours. "Woah" You whispered. "Do it again" As you grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him closer he smirked against your lips. You felt his herection press against your core.

"Fuck" he muttered taking his hardness into account. You smirk and palm him from the outside of his shorts. He left hot open mouthed kisses on your neck and trailed down to your collar bone.

"Matt!" you squealed at the satisfying sensation. His hand shot to your shorts and unbuttoned them, letting his finger trace your folds teasingly. You whimpered at the feeling and your core ached for him.

He groaned as you pulled him out of his pants. You slightly spread your legs, pleading eyes looking up at him as he stood in front of you, cock hard, and mouth agape. "God, you are so bad for me" he said shaking his head. Holding you close to him, he pushed in. The small gasp leaving your lips as began moving himself inside of you enticing him furthermore.

"Matt" your whimpery voice sounding out made his cock twitch even while he was fucking you.

"God (Y/N)" he groans in your ear.

"Matt harder" you say. and he obeyed. Angling himself to hit that golden spot and he pounded into you, earning curses and his name in tight, breathless moans.

"God, that sounds great. But, scream for me" he teases as his hands search and find your clit.

"Matthew" you drug your nails into his back. His hips stutter at the new pleasure. Putting you closer and closer to your climax your fingers dug deeper and deeper. Finally, you met your release, screaming his name as your drug your fingers down his bad. Matthew pulled out just in time to release anywhere but on you.

"(Y/N)" He wipes you off. "That was the most amazing thing." He breathes and he wipes himself. "I have ever done." He pulled up his shorts/

"My parents will be home soon" You suddenly realize. He looked at you taken aback. "Sex was great... but oh shit my parents"

"Sweetheart, you're 18." He said chuckling as he held you to his chest.

"Right..." you sigh. "Holy shit, that sex was so good. We have to do it again."

"You're telling me" he laughed. You heard a car pull into a driveway. Your eyes widened.

"Go hop the fence, and I'll distract them" He smiled and kissed you again. You smiled and ran out the back. Little did you know what the distraction was...

#netflix series #you netflix #you #joe goldberg #love quinn #Matthew engle #theo engler #smut #love #thank you so much #thank you for reading #request

[kangofu-cb]

For the poll, I love with Social Graces! very excited to hear there could be a continuation for it!! Great characterization, great sex, and just great writing. After reading it you had me imagining so much more about that au - practically writing a fic of your fic in my head. Im newer to shipping winterhawk and your fic got me hooked! would love to get a snippet more

Oh buddy

This fic is consuming my life

Have a snip

“I think I broke your bed,” Bucky says ruefully. 

“Worth it,” Clint mutters into the pillow. 

Bucky snorts, and Clint manages enough give-a-fuck to turn his head and look. 

There you are, Clint thinks, and feels his lips turn up into something that’s too soft to be a smirk but couldn’t really be classified as a smile, exactly, either. 

Bucky’s hair is a riotous mess, but his eyes are softer at the edges, crinkled a little like he’s thinking about smiling, and the tension that was in his jaw and shoulders has smoothed out. 

“Feel better?” Clint asks, and manages to make the question sound genuine rather than snarky. 

Bucky rolls his eyes anyway. “How do you feel?” he asks instead. 

“Oh, I’m fucking fantastic,” Clint says, and shifts enough to stretch his shoulders out. “As soon as I can walk again, I’m ordering celebratory Thai.”

Bucky’s eyebrows go up. “Is that different from ordering regular Thai?”

“Yeah,” Clint says, pulling the pillow down a little more so he can prop himself on it better, “I order it from the classy joint down the street where they only take cash and don’t actually have a menu.” 

“So how do you know what you’re ordering?”

“You either learn Thai or you get surprised,” Clint says, grinning. 

“You speak Thai?” If Bucky’s eyebrows get any higher they’re going to enter orbit. 

“Not even a little,” Clint tells him solemnly. 

#winterhawk #author memes #social graces #cb writes

[casliveblog]

Custom Toonami Block Week 171 Rundown

Inuyasha The Final Act: Moryomaru’s on his shit again running around absorbing random demons and… he’s after the snake demons from Yashahime? Honestly I completely forgot they were in the original series and apparently for good reason because the FUCKING DIE, like for all its faults usually Yashahime was pretty good about the connective tissue between the original and itself but I guess these guys just aren’t dead anymore by the time of the series. It is kinda dumb that Moryomaru just kinda wants them because ‘they’re snake brothers that hate each other so if I eat them I can fuse stuff to other stuff’ but his arc’s getting ready to end anyway so who cares. Meanwhile Inuyasha’s consulting Totosai about why his new Tessaiga upgrade doesn’t work the diagnosis is basically ‘sword’s fine, you’re just a lil bitch’ basically the same principle that turns Inuyasha into a full demon if the Tessaiga’s not protecting him, he can’t just absorb demonic energy as a half demon or else he’ll go crazy (did anyone ever tell Towa this? Feel like that was literally never a problem for her) but yeah Inuyasha has to run through a demonic obstacle course and learn how to see swirls of demonic energy which… he could already do with the Wind Scar but I guess this is different. Long story short, he gains the power to cut open wells of demonic energy instead of absorbing them, I think this is used like twice before the Meidou Zangetsuha comes by and eats its lunch which is really funny because they already allude to Meidou Zangetsuha being Tessaiga’s Final Form (which you’d think he could just keep absorbing new powers forever idk) so even on release Dragon Scale Tessaiga is already power crept.

Castlevania: We get an extended scene of how Lisa was captured by the church for… having glass and gears I guess, most of it is stuff we already knew though the thing that sticks out to me is she didn’t use a fake last name, like she goes by Lisa Tepes, good for her being proud of her husband and all but don’t people know Dracula’s name is Vlad Tepes? I think I heard someone mention it before so you’re not really helping your case of not being a hellspawn when you literally have Dracula’s last name, it’s a Ben Kenobi situation all over again. Either way, Dracula calls all his boys up to be like ‘yo, we gonna fuck shit up’ and he’s hired two anime misanthropes with suitably tragic backstories for why humans are awful, to do the planning because if you can’t think on a human level you’re gonna fuck shit up. Though even the resident bloodthirsty fight dude Godbrand is like ‘wait we have a plan? I thought we were just sacking villages all over and summoning as much hellspawn as we could’ which is kind of the plan at this point. I do like how Dracula’s rage is personalized by an exhausted finality instead of a howling rage, like everyone seems to be on the same page of ‘look we don’t like genocide, but this humanity thing has had a good run and needs to stop’ which is kind of worse, like there’s only so much talk no jutsu you can do with someone who’s done talking. Meanwhile Trevor, Sypha and Alucard get their initial brooding about their new journey out of the way (Also how old is Alucard? Like he looks in his twenties, but Lisa doesn’t look that much older than when she met Dracula, maybe she just aged like a fine wine or maybe vampire aging is different and you just pop out a twenty year old classy man but it feels like that did not seem to be a twenty year gap). And now Dracula has moved the castle with the big 3D object thing that’s like the only thing I remember from Symphony of the Night.

Jujutsu Kaisen: Megudad is on the rampage and is ready to Rock Lee all over Cthulu and it’s honestly just fantastic to see like after all the complex bullshit with Domains and Animation jargon last episode it’s satisfying to just watch Dadgumi punch the absolute shit out of this guy. They establish he barely has sentience at this point and is basically acting like a heat seeking missile on the largest mass of cursed energy in the area but once he’s done stabbing Cthulu with nunchaku he takes Megumi outside so idk if he does have a shard of sentience in there and just wants to see his son for a sec or if Megumi’s vaguely defined secret superpowers just make him next on Dadgumi’s heat seeking missile radar. Meanwhile Jogo shows up and Cracatoa’s the remaining three guys in like two seconds and I’m not sure if that’s supposed to be an ‘oh shit he’s strong’ moment or an ‘oh shit those guys were really worn out’ moment. Meanwhile meanwhile, the high school girls are sticking fingers down Yuji’s throat because he apparently has no gag reflex and swallows whatever you put in his mouth when he’s unconscious. Only for Jogo to come out and feed him MORE fingers, like half of them right here which they acknowledge they have to do a bunch at once so Sukuna can take over temporarily before Yuji’s body can adapt. I had a feeling JJK wasn’t going to stick to a Shikon Jewel Shard narrative style of collecting the fingers one at a time but this is still a little more than I expected since he’s basically 75% done and got more fingers in him than a Battle Royale Chinese Finger Trap. So yeah Sukuna’s awake but unfortunately for these guys he want to the Muzan Kibutsuchi school of ‘if you’re not immediately subservient and stroking my ego you’re just dead’ and the high school girls get offed for asking him to save Geto even though he asked them what they wanted, like why’s he even asking if he has no intention of doing anything for anybody. I don’t really like this style of villainy like I tend to go more for people that are reasonable to at least not murder their subordinates instantly since it always makes the villains look egotistical and insecure if they can’t handle five seconds of someone not licking their boots but I suppose it is an effective way to show how powerful they are. Meanwhile Jogo goes over the plan to make sure Sukuna stays in control of Yuji’s body and Sukuna’s just like ‘bro I did that a season and a half ago’ but he gives him the same ultimatum he gave Yuji at that point, land one hit and he’ll do them a favor. Idk if Sukuna even intends to make good on any of these I think he just likes flexing on people cause he offers these a lot.

Frieren: Beyond Journey’s End: As a prelude to their journey to go meet with real ghosts, Frieren and Fern have a classic ‘can you shoot a ghost if it looks like someone you love’ mini-adventure, it’s pretty simple but it works for what it has to in order to solidify both of their resolve to go take care of their unfinished business. And then the girls take turns taking pot shots at a dragon and decide they could really use a tank, luckily Eisen was training a tank named Stark in the nearby village so they’re just gonna go pick him up, get the x-ray specs Frieren wants from the dragon and save the village in the meanwhile if they have time. Now Stark is kinda interesting because he’s like a combo of Zenitsu from Demon Slayer and King from One Punch Man in that he’s a weird coward and a fraud but also genuinely ridiculously strong, he just has no real combat experience and thus is terrified of actual monsters. This may also be in part due to him being the only survivor of his home village which he booked it out of when he was a kid, Eisen wanted to train that out of him which I feel like is a little harsh to beat up a kid about running from a horde of monsters, like that’s not cowardice that’s just being fucking nine. But he seems to have internalized some of that and never really gotten over seeing himself as a coward combined with his lack of experience so despite being able to chop a mountain in half like that story of the guy making a path to the hospital, he’s gonna need some help popping his Monster Cherry.

Vinland Saga: So Arnheid’s plan was a little different than I thought, she’s not sneaking in to see Gardar she’s just kinda… asking to come in and because Wolf left and can’t tell her to gfto she gets the one guy that will let her in, I like how she doesn’t even flirt to do it like she’s not a femme fatale she just shows up and looks pretty and the guy is just there for it. So yeah while they’re talking about a metaphorical storm it literally starts raining because Vinland Saga god has a sense of humor and Gardar pulls a Rick Grimes to bite the guard’s neck out and slaughters everyone when Arnheid cuts him free in a split second panic. Like honestly she was kinda against a wall here like ignoring the fact that it was a coin flip split second decision for her husband, even if she didn’t help him the guards are still gonna assume the guy with a chunk out of his neck had more to do with her than the guy that’s all tied up so she didn’t have much choice. Meanwhile back with Thorfinn and Einar, Thorfinn outlines his philosophy of dismantling the toxic masculinity of Norse culture and how defying cultural norms is better than just fucking murdering people that are mildly rude to you. Still he theorizes that if they can stop the root of endless wars they can kill two birds with one pacifist stone and end a large portion of the slave trade. Given slavery and human trafficking are STILL a thing we know this doesn’t quite work out but at least it’s not as normalized and prone to vast swaths of ‘we killed your guys that were good at killing so you belong to us now’ so uhhh… baby steps? Baby, thousand year long steps… Meanwhile the guards are searching their barn for Gardar and Arnheid which tips Thorfinn and Einar off that they’ve escaped and now they’ve got a decision to make about who to help with that.   

Was gonna add the two new shows this week but couldn't find some of them and ran out of time so I'll think more on what I want to watch this coming week and try to get some new additions for next weekend.

#ooc #Toonami #Custom Toonami Block #Inuyasha #Castlevania #Jujutsu Kaisen #Frieren #Souso no Frieren #Vinland Saga

[slytherinshua]

HAPPY 1K TO ZANNA Z TO A TO N & N TO THE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. You deserve it. I MEAN?????? YOU ALWAYS ATE AND LEFT NO CRUMBS!? YOUR FIC ARE AMAZING AND ANOTHER LEVEL (If you deny this.. I'll make you unloyal to gyehyeon 🥰) MY FAV IS LITERALLY THE ONE YOU WROTE FOR MY BIRTHDAY :((((( I LOVE IT, I LOVE YOU AND I LOVE EVERY FIC YOU WROTE. IT MUST BE TIRING FOR YOU TO CARRY THE WRITING COMMUNITY 🤞🏻

YOU'RE SO

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(Don't question this.🥰🥰)

Remember don't rush yourself yeah 👀👀👀 I'm very very very excited for your 1k event. The amount of ideas for this event 👀🤞🏻

I came to this app because of enhypen and I guess your hashtags never popped out in my feeds 😞 if it wasn't because of SO MUN 🥰🥰🥰 (Dw I'm back to my So Mun era, he's my one and only) glaresatjihoon&minhyun.

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THANK U FOR THE JB'S >>>>> WE LOVE A BIEBER 👹

HEY UR BACK IN UR SO MUN ERA CONGRATULATIONS (i started watching sky castle and its currently just me being slightly confused at ppls names and giggling whenever byeonggyu is on screen)

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#zanna answers the inbox!! #mizu ⌦ .｡.:*♡

[trexy225]

*Sad Slay*

Heyy besties. I added Muppet gifs because I'm classy like that and this is a big block of text. Here are the messages between cedar and I please read them because it’s important. Here is also another post that I think is important to read as well. Cedar shouldn’t have lashed out like that.

So. Some of y'all may know of the fic that I have written. And how Cedar is not happy about it. They have told their side of the story, and now it's time to tell mine. I would like to say that at the very beginning of all of this and I have ALWAYS had positive intentions and I always assume the best out of people and assume that they also have positive intentions. (Something I learned as a Camp Counsler. Conflict resolution besides my very complex lore as a T-Rex in a skin suit is just one of the many skills I have under my belt from my summers there ^^)

I was going to just let this go, but one of Cedar's "friends" just SEEKED me out on a server to harass me. And I think it's time that I tell my side of the story. I use Cedars name because they are well known in the fandom and I mean we all know who I'm talking about. This has continued and many people have cold blocked me and I’m deciding to back away and just have this post.

I truly hope that everyone actually READS my fic to form THEIR OWN opinions. At the end of the day, don't listen to me. Don't listen to Cedar. We're all sane enough to form our own opinions. I am human, I make mistakes. Cedar is human, they make mistakes.

I'm going to tell a full timeline of my side of the story. It's long so I apologize for that. But I am going to post this and hopefully, this can alleviate some of the drama because I just want to write. I believe in hearing both sides of the story, especially in these cases.

So, let's get to the very beginning.

My mom met my dad and on the first date he asked her to iron his shirt- Oh fuck too far back (he did actually do that and somehow they're still married)

Sorry, I giggle.

OK, cedar's morelikedoccock fan page was the very first introduction to Doc Ock tumblr that I had besides hey there I'm Ashley. (love your gifs btw they're iconic and just lovely). So yes, there may have been a parasocial relationship happening and you just... I mean your art is fantastic and it inspired me to write an entire fic inspired by your AU. But I will get to that later. So I know that you're human and that I'm human. I did look up to you. And I know that we are all "strangers" on this app. But I really don't see it that way, we've interacted many times and the same goes for other people that I have met online. I'm a friendly person, and I can be sensitive I admit that. But I think that I've behaved accordingly to all of this.

So my Tumblr has always been SUPER weird. Like asks didn't come in until like two months after, I couldn't dm, comment, reblog, like, or follow any people basically. And that happened with Cedar's profile. And I have back and forth of the both of us going "lol that's weird I didn't block you" and Cedar was actually the one who helped me get the bug fixed. That's why I went to Twitter because I couldn't dm them on Tumblr. Now my Tumblr is fixed and it's thanks to Cedar. So thank you for doing that ^^

I wrote this fic and published the four chapters (and I am not joking) when they posted the very first drawing of Mutated otto you know the one on the glass it's very hot. And I finished this fic LONG before they started their own fic. My doc was created on April 28th if that gives you reference. So all that I really had were the few drawings that they wrote. And I didn't want to rely too heavily on those because I had an original idea and I wanted to publish it. I was not plagiarizing, I was writing an original story inspired by your au.

As for the fic. I do admit that I did post like four chapters. Like I said the asks came through like two months after and I am working on my restraint and self-control and impulses took over. But as soon as I saw your post about not wanting that I immediately took it down and apologized in an ask. And you said "I'm not angry!" and I decided to not publish anymore and ask you if I could publish it after you finished your fic. And you agreed. So I decided to go back and rework it so that it would be good enough for you, I had friends beta read it and such and I was hoping to have Cedar beta read it and give me the thumbs up. But then Cedar blocked me on literally everything. I did seek them out on their art account because I have worked so hard on this fic and really wanted their blessing. But I've only gotten responses that don't want me to interact with them.

I believe that this has all been blown out of proportion and I wish that we could have discussed this together in private and found some sort of compromise or something. I just want to write my stories. And the discussion that we did have was not beneficial to either party. The way that I was treated wasn't ideal and I wish that I wasn't called childish. Because I'm not.

I do apologize for saying that comment was from you. If it wasn't, I'm sorry. The words used were just eerily similar to what you messaged me and when you replied fifteen minutes after I put two and two together. Emotions are high, and I apologize. And whoever did write that... wow. Just wow. Only I get to call myself a terrible writer smh.

Also, regarding my grammar. I'm an amateur writer. This is why I use Grammarly premium, use code Rexy-

Overall, please don't go after me or Cedar. I know that some of you will ignore this because people ignored Cedar's tag and went after me. I'm just tired.

But in the end, I truly believe that this is one of my best fics ever, and I needed to share this story to you all. I was aware of the reactions I may get, but in the end even after all the tears shed and everything that's happened. I don't regret it. Because this is a good story, and I believe that it should be shared.

Please, go read it and form your own opinion because I am NOT copying Cedar, I am NOT plagiarizing them and I am NOT a stalker or a bad person. I just want to write and unfortunately, this happened in the process.

I will continue to write this story. Please do not go after Cedar, I still love their art and I wish that I could see it. But I respect their wishes and I don't look at their account anymore. Any information has come from friends and I don't actively go "What are they saying about me?!"

Anyway, the fic is on my about the author page along with my other stories which I encourage you all to go read because I believe that I'm a good writer (even though you can see that my writing has improved in my latest fics haha) I hope that someday we can all look back at this and laugh. Because wow this has been a lot.

I am keeping my comments and dm's open because I believe in having a conversation about these kinds of conflicts and resolving them together. And by having comments and dms open there is no need for anyone to have to go to my twitter or discord. I’m posting this, and then I’m not doing anything else.

Anyway buy war bonds and slay all day besties ^^ I hope that you all have an amazing life.

#if tasteful #sorry for the muppet gifs it's how I cope #I found one where animal was gonna do nudity and it made my day hehe #i say all of this with positive intentions #otto Octavius #mutation au #otto mutation #doc ock #Alfred Molina #octomutation #mutation!otto

[justdecadentcollectiondestiny]

Hannibal Thoughts 2: Electric Boogaloo

Major spoilers ahead (duh)

I can’t help but notice that Hannibal always follows the fashion rule of unbuttoning his jacket when he sits and buttoning it again when he stands. Very classy. (psychopath serial killer cannibal psychopath serial killer cannibal-)

Interesting. Will calls Hannibal “Dr. Lecter” to his face but “Hannibal” to everyone else.

The look on Hannibal’s face when Will said “the light from friendship won’t reach us for a million years, that’s how far away from friendship we are.” This man looked so sad, and I really can’t believe that it was entirely an act.

Brian and Jimmy are fantastic comedic relief. They’re such a phenomenal duo and their banter is a nice breath of fresh air among all the horrific stuff in this show.

If this “admirer” of Will’s is actually Hannibal, he’s sure as hell not giving us any hints about it.

Well, except for the hints that are staring us in the face but no one else can see, that the judge died immediately after ruling the defense that another killer was responsible for the crimes Will was accused of inadmissible, with Hannibal himself saying “not only is justice blind, it’s also mindless and heartless.” I’m screaming at Jack and everyone else “why aren’t you looking at the man right in front of you??” but they literally have no reason to. Hannibal is that good.

The footsteps motif here is very good. The sound of footsteps is associated with both Hannibal and the deer of Will’s hallucinations and, occasionally, both at the same time. It signals Hannibal’s arrival (either his physical presence or his relevance to the plot) before we even see him, and it also occasionally trips us up; we hear them and expect Hannibal, and when it isn’t him we’re surprised.

This show is getting a bit gayerrrrr. Hannibal has already used the word “love” to describe how Will’s “admirer” feels about him.

Wow, the visual effects in this show really are something else.

Bella Crawford says “My social circle doesn’t include a friend with power over death” to Hannibal Lecter. Wow.

And then she chooses him to be the person she goes to when she ends her life. That’s strangely poetic.

Hannibal says goodbye, allows her to calmly and peacefully close her eyes, and then brings her back? Why?? Edit: Ahh, it’s to earn Jack’s favor. Got it.

It’s really startling how fast Hannibal can move when he goes into attack mode. He’s always so poised and moves so subtly that it’s really jarring when he springs into action.

Good fucking lord. This is first time we’ve seen Hannibal in something other than a suit, and he somehow looks just as good if not better in just a plain sweater. Dear god.

Fuuuuuuuuck, no, Beverley. God damn it. Fuck. I’m going to miss her.

Will wants to tell Jack that Hannibal is the Ripper. He wants to so bad. But as he said before, accusing Hannibal Lecter makes him sound insane. He needs Jack to come to that conclusion on his own.

Okay so Will’s “admirer” is some random employee at the asylum. That’s… slightly disappointing.

Oh. The judge was killed by somebody else, was he? Interesting. Very interesting.

“Who does he [Hannibal] have to kill before you [Jack] open your eyes?” says Will just before the camera cuts to Alana. This does not bode well.

“I can’t dwell on death anymore,” says Hannibal. How ironic.

Wow, right after Will tells Jack “if the Ripper’s killing, you can bet Hannibal Lecter’s planning a dinner party”, Jack accepts a dinner party invitation from Hannibal while visiting with him after discovering another Ripper victim. He really does not trust Will one little bit, does he.

Chilton is playing a dangerous game here, talking to Jack about Hannibal being the Ripper. Didn’t he and Hannibal just have a conversation about why this is a bad idea?

The antler imagery is evolving. Before, the antlers belonged to an enormous deer, or to Will’s distorted version of Hannibal. Now, they belong to Will, and they’re bigger and sharper than ever.

Hannibal’s dinner party is a great gauge. Anyone who eats the food trusts Hannibal Lecter. Alana does. Jack does not.

OH. MY GOD. Hannibal uses sleeping with Alana as an alibi for his whereabouts the night of Gideon’s escape and the security guard’s murder. Of course, Alana’s wrong to vouch for him, but it worked all the same.

Jeez. Hannibal doesn’t need to pretend the meat he serves to Gideon is anything other than what it is.

The Chesapeake Ripper has “practically gift wrapped” all the evidence needed to prove Will never killed anyone and gotten him released from the mental hospital. Hannibal is still trying to help Will.

All signs are pointing to Chilton as the Chesapeake Ripper. The thing now is, when Hannibal continues to kill (because he will), he can’t be the Chesapeake Ripper when he does it.

Yep, he’s said it himself. The Chesapeake Ripper is over.

I like how you can tell that one of the first things Will did once he got out of the mental hospital was get a haircut. He’s also dressing nicer than he used to. Not sure what that means. Just something I noticed. He also rarely wears his glasses anymore. Did he get contacts?

At least, at least Hannibal had the decency to not feed Beverley’s organs to anyone else. (*shudder*) Hannibal views most of his victims as, as Will puts it, “no better than pigs”. But he knew Beverley, he liked her (I think) and he only killed her because she discovered him. He still ate her, though, because his philosophy is that “the tragedy is not to die, but to be wasted.”

I can only describe my thoughts on the end of S2E8 as: GAY GAY HOMOSEXUAL GAY HOLY SHIT THAT WAS GAY.

Wow, Hannibal’s speech about seeing potential in those one loves sounded an awful lot like a love confession, and it was in Will’s dream. Does that mean something…?

Will laughing in surprise at Kevin the rat in Peter’s sleeve is surprisingly adorable.

Margot: My brother’s the heir. I have the wrong parts and the wrong proclivity for parts. Me: 👀

GAY WOUND BANDAGING SCENE

Jesus maybe I was onto something about Hannibal trying to mold Will into something just like him. It seems to be working.

Yeah, that whole time Randall was going after Will, I knew that Hannibal would never let any serious physical harm come to Will. If he wanted Will dead, he would do it himself. He knew perfectly well that Will would kill Randall. He just wanted to see how far he would take it. Would he use a gun, and then back off, saying “it wasn’t the same, I feel horrible,” or would he be more “intimate”? To Hannibal’s obvious pleasure, Will chooses the latter.

Hooooo fuck, Will saying “This is my design” and actually meaning himself hits different.

With the context we have, what Will says about Randall Tiers and Freddie Lounds and their killer makes it extremely obvious that he killed them, but honestly, Will talks like that about all the murder victims they investigate. I wonder how obvious it would be without the luxury of context.

I can only describe Mason Verger as unsettling. I agree with Hannibal that he’s rude and “discourteous”, but there’s something just disquieting about him that’s kind of hard to explain. Something in his eyes and how loudly he laughs at his own jokes.

I knew, I knew Will was up to something when he said so explicitly to Hannibal “Why don’t you kill Mason Verger at your next appointment?” Did Hannibal also pick up on that? Probably, knowing him.

Will now imitates Hannibal in smelling the bouquet before sipping the wine. He didn't used to do that before.

Interesting. Very interesting. Presented with the opportunity to kill Hannibal on a platter, the literal exact scenario he pictured when Hannibal asked about his desired outcome, Will instead chooses to try and help Hannibal escape.

Oh. My god. Hannibal comparing Will and himself to Patroclus and Achilles. Subtlety has gone out the window.

Hoo boy. Moment of truth incoming. When Will heard Jack scream, who will he run to help? The time for Will to decide who he is is now.

Will and Hannibal’s chemistry and dynamic has evolved that now it would not seem at all out of place if they were to kiss at any time during any of their one-on-one interactions.

Another failed proposal to run away together. Will the gays ever be able to run away together in peace?

Okay, now two people thought to be dead are alive without any explanation. Is any of this going to be explained ever??

What the fuck? What the fuck??? That’s the end of the season??? How in the fuck is there more after that???

I thought the FBI froze Hannibal’s passport, how is he flying to France.

I do have to say, revealing that Abigail was alive (somehow) only to kill her again two minutes later was… not great.

Hannibal really made it clear how betrayed by Will he feels. He wanted so badly to just run away and disappear with Will, and he was sure Will felt the same. Will hurt Hannibal the worst he had ever been hurt throughout the entire show so far. And Hannibal's not used to being hurt, not like that.

Okay, well, that’s the season finale. What the fuck. Is all I have to say to that. Alana's dead. Jack's dead. Abigail's dead (again). Will's - okay, I peeked at the next season, he's not dead, but still. How is there still more show??

#don’t get me wrong it’s amazing #but still #what the fuck #nbc hannibal #hannibal lecter #will graham #hannibal spoilers #dc destiny yells about tv #dc descants #long post #nbc hannibal spoilers #hannibal thoughts

[casspurrjoybell-29]

Healing Ties - Chapter 51 - Part 3

*Warning Adult Content*

"Um, Hamish?"

"Yeah?"

Fanner twisted his hand in the sleeve of Yore's shirt.

"Maybe this isn't my place to say anything but I think Duran felt like you were doing that to him a bit. Only seeing him as an ex-Companion. Of course you don't have to have sex with anyone you don't want to and maybe it wouldn't even be the right thing for him regardless but... I don't know. He's never been much like other Companions."

"I mean, you know him better than I do so you're probably right but here's the thing," Hamish said. "If I'm nice to him, it's only going to encourage him. Maybe being a dick isn't the best way to deal with things but I've been running a bullying campaign against a pre-teen for a year to keep Kin at bay, so at this point it's all I know."

"Oh," Fanner said. "Sorry, yes, that makes sense."

"Duran's an adult, so it is a bit different but still. I stay out of trouble by knowing my own limits and not getting involved with anyone who ties their emotions up in sex. Fucking that up is a terrible feeling."

"It's a difficult situation," Yore said. "He seems almost addicted to sex with humans. To the energy he gets from it."

"It's not that great," Lucas said. "Makes me feel a little buzzed after, but nothing major."

"The first few times Danya and I had sex, it hit him so hard it worried me," Simon contributed. "He loses all awareness for a few moments and it can look almost like he's having a seizure. He can feel energy in ways most other mages can't, so maybe that has something to do with it but we've talked about it before and he said the things Duran told him about sex when they were still at Milaine House weren't too far off from that."

"Am I the weird one?" Lucas looked around until he spotted Cailan, then stood and waved to him.

"Cailan. Come tell us about your sex life." "

We're trying to figure out what Companions experience with the whole humans and sex and energy thing," Lucas explained.

"What does it feel like for you?"

"Hmm..." Cailan said as he sat down next to Lucas. "If I'm honest, I didn't notice it the first few times Liam and I had sex. At least, not consciously. I knew I felt good in many ways but it took me a while to realise that part of that feeling came from things involving energy and his release."

"See, that's how it is for me," Lucas said. "Danya's damn near getting knocked out by it and it sounds like the hit Duran gets from it is so intense that he's practically addicted."

Cailan inclined his head.

"We're not quite as identical as we were taught to believe."

"And thank fuck for that," Lucas said.

"Every time I find out some Companion doesn't perfectly match what we're meant to be, I'm like, fucking fantastic because, you know..."

"It is nice to feel like an individual once you get past the idea that you shouldn't be one," Cailan said.

"Sure, I guess there's that but what I meant was I'm just glad maybe we're slightly less fucking in-bred than I've started to realise we must be. We're, what, ten generations atabsolute maximum out from being just a bunch of mages with different traits and they've managed to create these distinct categories for us? And don't even get me started on the golden hair. That was a random mutation that showed up at some point and it's recessive. Do you know how much in-breeding it takes to get an entire population to have a recessive trait?"

Cailan laughed.

"You know, you're quite well educated for a bandit."

"I'm a bandit who makes his money passing for a classy Companion. A lot of bandits aren't the most educated, and I'm friends with all sorts, but the ones who raised me are. Have to be if you're gonna bluff your way into fancy parties to rob rich people."

"If Duran is experiencing something like an addiction, does that mean he shouldn't be having sex with humans at all?" Simon asked.

"Well, I'm not sure about that," Cailan said. "It's not a drug. It's part of how his body works."

"Even so," Yore said. "He's said some things that made me worry he might sacrifice his own wellbeing to get it."

"If a man is addicted to the rush given to him by exercise or adrenaline, should he be denied those things?" Cailan asked.

"I've seen men do some very unwise things in pursuit of natural chemical highs supplied to them by their own bodies. Should he be denied that feeling entirely or is it okay as long as he does it safely? Is it even, perhaps, better if he has safe outlets?"

"This is far too complicated for me," Hamish said.

Cailan offered him a smile.

"And that's fair. You have no obligation to be the one to give him that. Nobody does. I suppose it just rubs me the wrong way when people decide for someone else what's best for them. Not everyone has looked kindly on my relationship with Liam."

"Hmm..." Simon said, dropping his gaze.

"I understand why, believe me and I hold no grudges over it but it can be very hard to truly grasp what someone else is going through. Duran is the greatest expert on himself, and though I don't know him very well yet myself, he seems like a smart and pragmatic man. I would hope that he receives the respect he deserves."

"If not the dick he desires," Lucas added.

"Well," Fanner said and then seemed startled when everyone turned their attention to him.

"Um. Even if nobody wants to, you know. I think he'll be less upset by that if it's just because they don't want to and not because they think he can't make his own decisions. He's always been strong."

Slone gave him a firm pat on the shoulder, before changing the subject...

"You ever swim in the ocean before?"

"Buddy, I've never seen the ocean until today," Hamish said.

"C'mon," Slone said as he dragged him up by his arm.

"I should go and find Danya," Simon said.

"He went to put Jas to bed but he should be done by now."

"And I should go back to Liam," Cailan said as he stood.

"Most people have been surprisingly nice but he is human." Lucas watched them all leave and then stretched as he stood.

"I'm going to go find out who I have to sleep with to get a proper bed for the night."

"Anyone who lives here should have one," Yore said.

"If you want to get really ambitious, anyone who has rooms in The Spire will have a very nice bed but that's my level and above in terms of status."

"Hmm. I like a challenge," Lucas said, shooting Yore a grin before he wandered off.

Yore let out a long sigh and shut his eyes as he leant in against Fanner, who hadn't stopped clinging to his side.

"You're getting bolder about speaking your mind. I'm glad."

"It still feels wrong," Fanner admitted.

"I'm not really as brave as Danya or Duran. I might seem to be because I do things I'm not supposed to,but I don't really choose to most of the time. I just... can't help it. I wish I had Danya's fire or Duran's shrewdness."

"Are you sure you don't just imagine that if you had those things, you'd feel less insecure? I don't know Duran very well but I know Danya has struggled a lot with his appearance and with accepting that the very things you admire in him could even be good things at all."

"Hmm..."

Yore pressed a kiss to the side of Fanner's face.

"Be kind to yourself. You deserve it."

"So the rumours are true," Yore heard a familiar voice say and he turned his head to see his grandmother.

Yore stood as she approached and Fanner ended up standing behind him.

"What gossip have you been listening to?"

Yore's grandmother watched them, the hint of a smile set on her face.

"When you told me about this young man a few days ago, it sounded like he was just a friend."

"He was. We live in fast times."

Yore stepped aside so that Fanner was no longer behind him and held a hand out towards his grandmother.

"Fanner, this is my grandmother, Adara."

"Oh," Fanner said.

"It's nice to meet you, um... I'm sorry. I don't know how to address you."

Yore's grandmother studied Fanner with curious eyes.

"By my name, please."

"Sorry, yes, of course," Fanner said.

"I should have known. Yore's told me that's how werewolves do things many times."

"Humans like that sort of thing, don't they?" Yore's grandmother asked.

"I imagine you're still adjusting."

Fanner nodded.

"Thank you for your understanding."

She dismissed his thanks with a wave of her hand.

"You know, I considered being upset about the controversy this relationship will cause for my grandson but what would be the point? I can't stop him and I don't think I even want to. Yore... you deserve to have something that's just for you and love is the best thing that could be. Good for you."

"Thank you," Yore said.

"Though I hope, for Fanner's sake, it won't be too controversial."

"Typically it might be but these aren't typical times and he's not a typical person," Yore's grandmother said.

"After the things I've heard about him, I imagine anyone giving him a hard time will find they're a lot less popular than he is."

"I wish my feelings for him were enough to earn their acceptance but he has more than proven himself on his own."

"Well, people will always have their opinions. You can't cater everything to what others would prefer. Not everyone likes that I chose not to marry but I won't take a husband I don't need just to make others happy."

Yore's grandmother walked over and sat on a log in front of the bonfire.

"Anyway, I've heard about the plan Libby is working on but I don't have much faith in it. We're fighters and that's what we need to think about. Sit down and let's discuss tactics."

[theharpermovieblog]

#HARPERSMOVIECOLLECTION

2023

I watched Tango And Cash (1989)

I've never seen this movie. Some people say this it's one of the dumbest action blockbusters ever made and I wanted to see if they are right.

Two super-cops have to stop a drug kingpin who framed them for murder.

This movie starts with a black screen and Sylvester Stallone saying, "...let's go." As if to say, "strap in, you're about to see the craziest most action packed movie ever." It's a bold and overly confident way to start a movie and loving up to that kind of hubris is rarely achieved.

Some may not know that Stallone was supposed to be in Beverly Hills Cop, but dropped out of the picture. After the success Eddie Murphy had with that film, Stallone seemed to want to have a hit movie that was both action packed as well as funny. Problem is, Stallone is no comedian. The laughs you get from this movie are, mostly, not the intended ones. The one liners are pretty lame and the humor is the kind of humor that only cop loving dimwits would enjoy. That's who this movie was intended for, I suppose. Reagan era guys who think in black and white terms. There are good guys (cops) and bad guys (criminals and defense lawyers). This movie is based on the belief that being a brutal, rule breaking cop is a good thing, because drugs are bad and they need to be stopped by any means necessary.

So, fuck it, it goes against all my beliefs as a reasonable human being, but I'm in. I'll go along for the ride as long as it's entertaining. After all it's a buddy cop movie. Let's see how these two cops work together and use their differences to their advantage to stop the bad men. So, "...Let's go."

The film has two directors. Andrei Konchalovsky, who is a respectable Russian director and honestly I think he's the reason this movie looks as fantastic as it does. Quality control for sure.

Director Albert Magnoli directed, the Prince lead film, Purple Rain and some other stuff which I've never heard of.

So with two directors, one of whom is pretty damn good and two huge mega stars what's the problem? Well, the problem is with this movie falls to the writing. It's not nearly as funny as it thinks it is and the characters are just two overly aggressive cops with no real skills outside of raw strength and gunplay. The movie wants you to believe that these two guys are different, one classy and one rough around the edges. But, they aren't really separate characters, they're just bad one liner machines who dress differently. Without good central characters, a buddy cop movie can't work. You can't skate by on Kurt Russell's charisma alone.

Now, there are a couple jokes that work and even though the action scenes are predictable, they're fine and they work for the most part. Stallone does Stallone and Kurt Russell is great as always. Jack Palance plays a pretty generic bad guy that serves the purpose of villainy.

That's about the highest praise I have for the movie.

I'm overall more dissapointed with this movie than I thought I was gonna be. I was really hoping this was going to be so dumb and ridiculous that it was "so bad it's good". Or maybe even a dumb, but misjudged quality action movie. My real problem with it though is that it's kind of generic and boring for the most part. It's soulless and mainstream drivel that never rises above or below that to any entertaining degree.

Like I said, the movie looks great and with some better writing, this could have been great stuff, but honestly the only reason to watch it is Kurt Russell's absolutely amazing hair.

[kentosovertime]

𝕋𝕠𝕤𝕜𝕒 (𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟙 𝕠𝕗 𝟚)

(n.) a dull ache of the soul, a sick pining, a spiritual anguish

jealous friendzoned!gojo x fem!reader - 3.3k words

A/N: as always thanks to my squad of proof reading geniuses; naad, carter, yelz, and ash 💜🖤

CW: cheating, cancelled wedding, manipulation, alcohol (not reader), explicit smut, unprotected sex, fingering, needy emotionally selfish gojo, angst, fluff, fem!reader

Banner credit: 五条悟 by わるつ

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“Don’t have too much fun!” You call from your spot, leaning against the frame of your front door. Gojo watches your bright eyes crinkle as you wave down at their group piling into the car. “Satoru!” You motion your finger at him, calling him over to you.

He leaps towards you like a lost puppy, eating up any attention you would give him. Your focus constantly on the man you had decided to marry tomorrow, nowadays. There were nothing but scraps left for your best friend.

Gojo doesn’t have anything against your fiance. Quite the opposite. Objectively he’s a nice guy; sweet, caring, if not a little sensitive. But he had fantastic chaotic energy to match Gojo's, the pair unstoppable playing games or teaming up to annoy you. He treats you right… So why can’t he just be happy for you? Or the new friend you had brought into his life?

He’s in your way. A snide voice swells up from a place deep within his heart. She was yours first. She promised you!

Images of your shared childhood pass through his mind. Gojo ran across the yard, tackling you to the ground, smearing grass stains onto your school uniform as he landed on top of you. “You’re never gonna leave me right?” He pouts down at you.

He was seven when that happened; you, just a year younger at six. You had thrown a hug around his neck, assured him you would always be by his side. He guessed they had different definitions of what exactly that meant. Over two decades later, he’s still head over heels for you.

You look over his shoulder to the man in question blowing you a kiss and waving. “Please go easy on him,” your voice drops to a hushed whisper, hand coming up to hold just above his elbow. Heat from your palm seeping into his skin; he purrs internally at the touch. “I think he’s nervous about what you have planned. You have a reputation.”

A wide, crooked smirk plays across his face. “When have I ever steered you wrong, princess?” He lightly punches your shoulder. “I promise my best behavior.”

Gojo mockingly salutes you. Snickering at your worried expression, clearly not believing him. You shove him back playfully, hissing. “Too many times, you fiend! You attract trouble.”

“(y/n)!” he yells, pouting. His legs bouncing, arms flailing slightly, as if he was starting to throw a tantrum. “I can’t help it if it finds me. Why don’t you trust me?!”

“Hush, you fucking child, you know you’re the one I trust the most.”

He’s going to be the only person you ever trust again.

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“A strip club, Gojo?” your fiance asks sheepishly. “Classy as ever, man.”

Another in their group claps him on the back. Your boyfriend’s brother? “Bro, strippers are a requirement for a stag party!” his laughter booming around them.

Gojo had tuned out all of the introductions when your fiance rattled through them. Focused on controlling the dread that was seeping into his bones.

He was running out of time. Gojo glances over his shoulder at your fiance as they walk through the tinted entrance. Neon signs flickering, illuminating the hallway. Music leaking out from around the door separating the hall from the club.

“Satoru,” the manager greets from behind the desk. He cringes at the use of his first name. Revealing the familiarity he has; the consistency in which he seeks out their establishment. You were right, he has a reputation. And this was not helping him with your fiance, who he could see was getting increasingly anxious.

There wasn’t anything inherently special about this club, though he had become a regular. One of the dancers who worked every weekend had garnered his sick, twisted attention.

Her waist length hair the same shade as yours, her head meeting where you would if you’d embrace him. The ease at which you replaced her within his thoughts… He didn’t even care to remember her name, moaning and grunting for you when he paid for her services.

She’s dancing as they enter the club and take their seats. Your fiance’s mouth falling open, eyes stuck on her body writhing on the pole. The darkness in the club did not hide how wide his pupils spread as she noticed his attention, making eye contact with him while she sheds her skimpy bra.

“Drinks are on me tonight!” Gojo yells, moving away from the group towards the bar. He just needs a little push. Gojo’s dark thoughts returning.

As he sets up a tab at the bar, starting with two shots a piece, a third added for the future groom, he feels a manicured hand slide from the center of his back, up to his shoulder, settling around his chest as unbound breasts press hot against his thin shirt. He inhales pretend-you’s perfume, she must have finished her set.

Gojo concocts a half-assed plan, no longer able to shoulder the anxiety of watching you waste the rest of life with anyone other than him. He couldn’t lose you.

“How much would it take for you to seduce and fuck the groom over there?” he whispers leaning into the girl's neck.

“Is this about, (y/n).” She asks, humming as his lips plant an open mouthed kiss on her neck. He nods in place of words. “When’s the wedding?”

“Tomorrow evening. I’ll need to get a picture to send to her… maybe a video.”

“Hm. In that case,” She contemplates her options. “$1,000 up front for even attempting, then another nine if he actually goes through with it. I’ll take him to the back alley.” She looks down, catching his eyes darken as he realizes this could work.

Gojo hands her his credit card. “Deal.”

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“You good man?” Gojo leans in, pulling your inebriated fiance closer. “Wedding’s tomorrow, how ya feeling?” He slurs his words slightly.

The group had dispersed, leaving the two of them alone. Which was entirely Gojo’s doing; doling out access to private rooms for the others to leave your fiance alone when she swooped in for the kill.

“I- Can you ke-keep a secret, bro?” Your fiance grabs the back of Gojo’s neck, bringing their foreheads together. Gojo nods slowly, attempting not to scare him off. “I’m petrified. The commitment. The vows.”

God this was going to be easier than taking candy from a baby. His inner demons smirked maniacally.

“You have one more night of freedom,” Gojo leans back, downing the rest of his drink. “I’m getting a private dance, put whatever you want on the tab.” He winks down at him, turning to signal his accomplice.

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You had just settled into bed, letting the duvet slip over your curves when you feel your phone vibrating under your pillow. Satoru’s goofy selfie flashing on the screen as you squint at the screen in the dark.

Sliding the answer button over, placing the phone to your ear, you can’t get a breath in before Satoru’s panicked voice launches into his story. “(y/n), I am so sorry, I only left him alone for a few minutes…”

Your mind immediately rushes to the worst case scenario. Was your fiance hurt? What hospital was he in? Did he get arrested?

“I found him in the alley behind the club,” he voice was full of regret. Satoru was never this serious. Behind the club? Unconscious? Beaten up? Mugged? “He… he was fucking one of the dancers.”

A wave of nausea washes over you. “No. Satoru. He’s not like that. You know he’s not like that.” Words of denial fall from your lips, your head shakes back and forth

The text tone has you pulling your phone away from your cheek.

The air leaves your lungs as the video repeats in a loop on your screen. Your fiance’s hips rutted into that whore’s ass, his pants pulled down to his knees as he bent the woman over to brace her face against the wall in the dingy alleyway. You can see his hands biting harshly into her waist, pulling her back into him.

A sob escapes your mouth, a hand flies up to attempt to stop the sounds of anguish. “(Y/N)?!” Satoru’s voice spikes in concern. “Do you need me to come get you?”

He can’t see you nodding your head furiously, tears running down your face, desperate to reach a place you always knew was safe. “Please, Satoru.”

He ends the call, smirking down at his phone as he transfers the rest of the money over to pretend-you’s account. That couldn’t have gone any better.

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When Gojo pulls up, your house is desolate, black, empty. There is no sign of life despite him seeing your car in the driveway where they had left it. He uses his key to unlock your front door, moving down to your bedroom.

He hears you soft whimpers as your sobs spill out of the pillow you had shoved your face into. He knocks lightly to signal his entrance, not waiting for a reply as he sits next to you on the edge of the bed.

He hesitantly places a hand on your mid thigh, rubbing back and forth in a comforting motion. His heart warms when you don’t pull away, your breaths evening out as his rough hand rubs circles into you.

Gojo lays his head on your hip, continuing his motions. “I’m sorry, princess,” his tone still serious. “If there had been a way to tell you without you seeing that…” He trails off, not needing to finish his thought. You know how much he loves you, that he would never spare your feelings in the moment to save you from a truth you needed to hear. That was the true mark of friendship.

He places a chaste kiss on the hip his cheek was on. You feel his arms pass between you and the sheets hoisting you out of bed. You silently curl into his chest, compiling with his movements as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. You press your face in his neck, breathing in the comforting scent of clean laundry.

“I’m going to get you into the car,” he utters gently against the top of your head. “Just wait here; let me pack a bag for you.”

Finally given the opportunity to calm your sobbing, a slow, deep rage burns at the edges of your heart. You were supposed to… oh my god, the wedding.

You look down at the black screen of your phone, quickly opening the family group chat for the wedding; your family, his family, and all your friends present in the group. Everyone will know what he did to you. Your mind is blinded by fury as you type a message, short and sweet, and send it without hesitation;

<don’t bother coming, tomorrow’s canceled. One video attached>

You exhale sharply through your nose, slumping against the door in Satoru’s passenger seat as the last ounce of energy left you. You barely register Satoru throwing a bag of items into the back seat, buckling into the driver’s seat, and pulling out of the driveway. Your tired hands manage to shut down your phone, missing the frantic messages and notifications.

“Please answer the phone! I can explain!”

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You feel the warmth of the hand on your thigh leave as you pull into Satoru’s driveway. “Do you need help getting in?” he shoots you a concerned look when you don’t answer.

Gojo sees you pull your legs up to your chest on the seat, pulling the blanket he’d put over you before leaving tighter around your face. You had stopped crying, thankfully, but a heavy silence followed as you stared out the window not making the slightest noise on the way to his house.

He doesn’t push the subject, knowing you have a habit of withdrawing into yourself when stressed. He moves to bring the bag he had packed for you inside, but your hand flies to his, stopping him in his tracks. “P-please don’t leave m-me.” you sniffle, drawing in a shuddering breath. “You s-said you’d never let me go.”

Gojo’s face falls, your sadness carves into his heart. “Never.”

Forgetting the bags, he opens up the passenger door, leaning across your chest to undo your buckle. Gojo takes your fragile form inside, setting you in the corner of the large sectional that dominates the living room.

“I’m going to go lock up,” he starts, almost faltering when your glassy eyes look up to meet his. “I don’t want him to show up looking for you… or making a scene.”

You blink, head nodding slowly as you process the information. He was right. The last thing you wanted to see was your fiance.

Gojo makes sure to do a thorough run through of the home; locking the doors, drawing the shades, and making sure the windows are secure. He stops in the kitchen, filling up a cup with ice water for you. You’d have a headache from the crying if you didn’t rehydrate.

You flinch as you realize Satoru had approached you, lifting a glass to your lips. You latch onto the cup, gulping down the cold water greedily as you feel Satoru sit on the couch against your side.

Gojo brings his hand up to cup your cheek, fingernails slightly scratching at the skin behind your ear. Warmth blooms in his chest as he feels your head lean into his touch, a rough sigh falling from your mouth.

He shivers as the breath brushes against his bare wrist. The feeling running straight down to his cock. Running on instinct and pure adrenaline, Gojo brings his forehead to yours, noses brushing together.

“If you were mine, I never would have even thought about stepping out on you.” The confession has him rambling, “I could never live with myself. You’re so genuine and funny. You’re b-beautiful. I- I love you so much.”

“I know, Satoru.” you're alarmed by how he had remained so serious, shocked that he hadn’t tried to make light of the situation somehow. “I love you, too.”

You said it so simply. You didn’t know. He’d show you what he means.

His other hand meets the back of your neck pulling you the final few inches until your lips meet in a fiery kiss. Gojo uses the opportunity to pour all his longing, all his desperation into his kiss, opening his mouth to tongue at your bottom lip.

A growl of approval rips through him as he feels your shock wear off and you reciprocate his actions. You feel him suddenly reach down to place both hands on your hips, hauling you to face him on his lap.

He uses his strength to grind your hips down into the growing hardness in his pants; matching the strokes of his tongue in your open mouth. He ceases his actions and pulls away from your face when he feels your pelvis picking up speed, frantically rutting into him as you chase your high.

You whimper loudly, chasing his lips before you’re stopped by a hand at the base of your throat. You mumble something under your breath.

“Say that again?” You hear him messing with the tie on your sleep shorts. Your face flushes scarlet, hesitant to drudge up the feelings you had shoved down years ago, to cross this line.

“I need you, Satoru.” you moan out, desperation taking hold. “Please, make me forget him. I want you so b-bad.”

His hands come together below you, picking you with ease as he tosses you down on to the couch. His hands rip off his clothing, his patience to be inside you running terribly thin. “Take off your shirt for me, princess.”

You do as you’re told, watching his eyes darken as he sees you’re not wearing a bra underneath. You go to remove your shorts, but are stopped when his naked form comes down to meet you, your eyes briefly catch the size of his member. You gulp harshly, how in hell… he was going to split you in half.

“Uh uh, (y/n).” his hands replacing yours at the elastic waistline. “I want to unwrap my own present.”

“Sa-Satoru.” you throw your head back feeling his hand shove its way into your slick. He quickly rubs his digits around your clit, before rushing to push past your entrance. Your back arches up off the couch.

“Saturo!”

“Hush, I’ll hurt you if I don't stretch this sopping pussy out.” His fingers quickly scissor you open. You watch as he takes them out, sliding them into his mouth as he works your shorts all the way off.

“You taste sweeter than I imagined…” the hand in his mouth falls to his cock stroking his length.

Your eyes follow his movements, widening when you realize you hadn’t been wrong about his size. He falls over you, hands on either side of your head. Your legs spread to accommodate their presence in between them.

“I d-don’t think I ca-. It’s-”

He shushes you with his pointer finger, the taste and smell of your cunt flooding your senses as he eases his cock into you. So big, you can feel every throbbing vein pulse against your walls, spreading so thin you can barely breathe.

“You can take it. Take it for me. Please." His head settles in the crook of your neck. One of his hands reaches down to settle behind your knee, pushing it into the side of your chest.

He watches as your eyes as your eyes roll back, the sheer girth of his cock fucking you stupid before he even began.

“Goddamn it, baby..” He drawls, teeth bared against your neck, “So tight, had no idea you’d feel so good. So good for me. Fucking perfect, all for me.”

Your pussy is dripping around his length as he pulls out and then shoves his way back in. He sets a steady, but hard pace. Making sure you feel every thrust through your center.

Your face flushes at the embarrassingly short amount of time it takes for him to bring you to the edge. The coil snaps as he takes your other leg, pressing it down next to the first, reaching a spot that has you screaming.

You shake violently, held in the press as he adjusts, kneeling closer to you to fuck into you faster.

Satoru grins wildly down at your adorable scrunched face, taking in your high pitched shrieks and the feeling of your pussy sucking him in further, committing them to memory. His name sounds sweeter than he has ever imagined falling from your lips.

“Fuck!” He stutters, losing his rhythm. “Gonna fill this sweet pussy up. You want your pussy filled to the brim, princess?” you can only manage to nod, words escaping you as he prolongs your high, not giving you a chance to come down from your orgasm.

“Fuck you’re perfect, taking me like you were always meant to…”

“I should’ve- should’ve been doing this all along.” Gojo groans deeply, a wave of pleasure traveling up his spine as he feels his balls tighten.

“All you ever needed was this, princess.” he hisses, emptying himself deep within you has he continues to fuck into you, drunk on the slick feeling of your joined arousal.

“Did I make you forget him?” Satoru smirks down at your warm pliant body.

“Wha- who are you talking about?” you pant harshly, confused by his question. You were too busy still twitching and coming down from your high.

Excellent. The snide voice in his head purrs, finally content.

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[pitviperofdoom]

TMA Bright Spots: This Old House

Jon and Martin: still togeSOON NEXT EPISODE I’M SURE OF IT

Martin is back and bitchier than ever, Annabelle’s here bringing that powerful villainess energy that I’ve been missing ever since Jon murdered Helen. The “I hate you. >:(” “I know. ::::)” dynamic is perfect for them and a feast for me.

Martin purposely dragging his feet and taking lots of breaks, both to give the people in each domain a reprieve and to give Jon time to catch up? Brilliant Fantastic I Love This Man. Look at him gaming that system like a little shit!

Annabelle’s melodramatic little “Step into my parlour.” She’s playing a part and having fun with it! If I were a classy, snappily-dressed spider monster, that’s the kind of cheesy one-liner I’d pull out at every opportunity!

Martin gets to sit down again, and since he doesn’t make any snide comments about it, I have to assume that it is, indeed, a comfortable chair.

Martin’s assertion that he used to like spiders made me smile. I’m sure there are plenty of non-Jon-related reasons he changed his mind about them, but I can’t help but see it as a trade-off for Jon changing his opinion on poetry.

Martin: Just wait until my eldritch demigod boyfriend hears about this.

“[Strained] Because… explaining things, giving answers, like this… it’s not what I am. It’s difficult, against my nature.” Look I just love that Jon and Martin fucked up her initial plan so badly that she has to defy the nature of the Web to salvage it.

Seriously they forced her into a paradox and all they had to do was look at each other and say You’re the reason behind every step forward I take and I think that’s beautiful.

Might not save them in the end, but we may as well take each little victory as it comes.

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[babymetaldoll]

DIWK - Chapter ten: "Set me free my honey bee"

Word count: 11,6K

Summary: Let's jump 19 months in time and see how painful it has turned for reader and Spencer to hide their feelings for each other. JJ leaves the team, and a new member joins the BAU.

Warnings: Angst and hurt. Fools being assholes. Cursing, of course. Mention of CM cases and spoilers on S06E11.

A/N: Please don't hate me. Just remember things usually look like the shit before they get worst, and then everything is better. I hope.

Masterlist

Chapter one | Chapter two | Chapter three | Chapter four | Chapter five | Chapter six | Chapter seven | Chapter eight | Chapter nine | Chapter ten | Chapter eleven | Chapter twelve | Chapter thirteen | Chapter fourteen | Chapter fifteen |

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(Y/N)'s point of view

Time is a weird thing. I remember when I was in school and time didn't pass fast enough. Semesters were eternal. It felt it had been years by the time summer vacation arrived. The complete opposite happened to me at the BAU. Suddenly, time passed too quickly. A whole year and a half went by in the blink of an eye.

I told Spencer about it, and he sent me a paper published by Professor Adrian Bejan that presented an argument based on the physics of neural signal processing. He hypothesizes that, over time, the rate at which we process visual information slows down, and this is what makes time 'speed up' as we grow older.

My answer was that I thought it happened 'cos as we grew older, we did things that actually gave us joy, which made us feel the time was passing faster than before. So we argued a whole Saturday afternoon about it and created our own theories for that event.

My theory was my personal favorite, 'cos it was the only one that could easily explain why so much time had passed in the BAU, and it felt like it had been just a few weeks.

It hadn't been easy, though. Those nineteen months had been filled with some of the worst situations we had been through as a team.

After I got shot, JJ finally admitted her relationship with Will and got pregnant. That was shocking, the first BAU baby: Henry.

Sadly, Henry was the only little good thing that happened that year. Because to sum it up, a bunch of awful shit happened to all of us: Hotch was in a car explosion that almost killed him. Spencer and Prentiss got trapped in an undercover mission into an underground cult to investigate child abuse, and Emily was beaten up pretty badly. Also, Spencer got infected with anthrax and nearly died. That was probably the most agonizing moment I had lived since the whole Tobias Hankel situation two years earlier.

Also, that year Prentiss had to investigate the case of the death of one of her best friends, and I was in a pretty nasty fight with an unsub that got me out of the field for three weeks. Not to mention, Spencer was shot in the leg.

Hotch was stabbed by the only unsub that has actually won against the BAU: Foyet. He attacked Aaron and got on the lose for months, but we all knew his next move as torture Hotch's family. That's why his ex-wife Haley and his little son Jack had to go into protective custody, and he couldn't see them for months while we tried to catch Foyet.

Things didn't go as planned. And without a doubt, the worst moment that year was the day Haley died. Foyet killed her, and Aaron lost it. He literally killed him with his bare hands the moment he got him. For a solid week, I was sure Aaron Hotchner wouldn't be the unit chief anymore. Strauss actually opened an investigation related to everything that happened that day. But in the end, somehow, she understood the "bloodbath" that had happened in that house was all in Foyet's hands.

However, there's no way to deny that the whole team had changed in many ways after that year. The concept of being a family was now more present than ever. After chasing Foyet for months, we were all onto him as if he was chasing our own family, because he was.

You don't work this kind of job with a team like mine and don't get attached to them. And this goes beyond how in love I was with Spencer. The (Y/N) who first stepped into the BAU, scared to show her true self, was long gone. And despite my deepest fears, letting them in and showing them who I really was had been one of the smartest decisions I have ever made.

Do you want to know which was my stupidest decision? Falling in love with Spencer Reid. It hadn't actually been my choice. I just didn't fight the feeling either. I don't think I could have even if I tried, though. Those nineteen months brought us so close, my mom thought we were living together, and the teasing from our friends was so common we weren't even affected by it.

For Christ Sakes, even Strauss thought we were dating! She forced us to attend a seminar on fraternization, concerned after she realized we always took our vacation together. We had a lot of fun trips, though. First, we visited his mom and had an amazing weekend in Las Vegas. Then we took a few days off after the anthrax incident and went to Hawaii. Picture Spencer Reid in an "all-inclusive," drinking all the coffee and eating all the pastries possible while reading a million books underneath an extra-large umbrella. We had fun that week, did some local touring, but most of all, sleeping in and relaxing. Spencer hates the beach but got those tickets anyway.

Did everybody think we were a couple? Yes

Did it help that we shared rooms, 'cos we were already used to it? No

Did it feel like a honeymoon without sex? Yes

Could I stop thinking about sex with Spencer? No.

And all that led us to the nightmare our relationship was going to become.

Penelope Garcia was drunk. She kept pouring shots and pushing them to us. Emily was wasted as well. But she kept acting like the classy lady she is. Not like JJ. My poor baby had mascara smeared under her eyes after crying for like an hour.

We found out she was leaving the team, and it was a hard blow on us. And by hard, I mean the worst thing that had ever happened to us. We had suffered without JJ when she was on maternity leave. And we struggled without her. Now knowing the Pentagon had taken her away from the BAU was torture.

We had a goodbye party for her at Rossi's, but this was our goodbye girl's night, and neither of us was holding anything back.

We had cried, we had sung sad songs. We drank all the champagne, wine, and vodka we could find. And now, holding our tequila shots, we knew it was time to call it a night.

- "I just love you girls so much,"- JJ whispered, crying- I don't wanna work without you.

- "Boo, come here!!"- I opened my arms and wrapped them around my friend, kissing the top of her hair a few times- "I love you too, and you are going to come back so soon you won't have time to miss us. You'll see. Papa Rossi and Dada Hotch are gonna fix everything."

I was drunk. Seriously drunk. But that wasn't the reason why I was so sweet with JJ. The truth is, I was broken-hearted. Like Penelope and Reid, I didn't manage change very well, and the fact that JJ was forced to leave made me feel frustrated and mad. But most of all, it made me think of every time I had been a little bitch with her during the years. And I regretted each one of them.

- "And we won't be far!"- Emily added and caressed JJ's arm, smiling kindly- "You will still be in town, and we will not leave you alone"- JJ chuckled and nodded.

- "I know, girls. Shit, I love you all so much!"

- "We love you too!"- Penelope sobbed and moved closer, wrapping the three of us in her arms.

- "Please, take care!"- JJ wiped off the tears from her eyes and looked at us- "Emily, don't do anything stupid! Don't rush in the field, and please don't take your fucking vest off!!"

- "I won't! I promise!"

- "You have to live to be Unit chief one day!"- JJ added, and Prentiss widened her eyes, shocked.

- "That's not really my gold."

- "But you'd be queen, baby!!"- Jareau added and turned to Penelope- "And you, please make sure Hotch eats. I kept a stack of granola bars on my desk to keep him fueled during the day. He usually forgets lunchtime and skips dinner, so..."

- "Don't worry, JJ,"- Penelope nodded, and we all felt our heartbreak a little thinking about all the things JJ did in her daily basics to take care of the team, and we didn't even know.

- "How are we going to survive without you?"- I mumbled, pouting. JJ chuckled and held my hand.

- "You are a rock, and you will do a fantastic job keeping this team together. Just, please, can you and Spencer start dating now?"

I wide opened my eyes and stared at JJ. The comment surprised me. I shouldn't, 'cos the whole "you and Spencer should start dating" joke was getting old. Only this time, JJ wasn't joking. She held both my hands and looked right into my eyes.

- "(Y/N), he loves you"- I was about to argue with her, but she covered my mouth with her Cheetos smelling hand.

- "Don't say a word! Spencer loves you so much you really must be blind not to see it. And I know you love him too. It's implied in all the little things you do for him every day. So don't take it for granted. Don't think this will last forever 'cos look at me! A week ago, I was happily working at the BAU, and now I'm drinking at my goodbye party! So don't waste any more time! You are in love with Spencer, and he loves you! It doesn't take a profiler to see it. So please! Act on it!"

There was a dramatic silence after. I didn't know how to break it. I could just joke around, but somehow, it didn't feel right. It had been too quiet for too long, and that made everything harder to deny. Finally, Emily put her hand on mine, just like JJ was still doing, and smiled at me.

- "There's nothing to be ashamed of, (Y/N). You are not the first person to fall for her best friend."

- "And the Junior G Man loves you so much,"- Penelope added, landing her hand on our hands too.

- "As his friend"- I corrected and sighed. I guess that was it. After three years, I could probably start facing my feelings in front of my friends.

- "No, (Y/N)"- Garcia tried to argue, but I shook my head and stood up, 'cos all that sudden attention and affection was bothering me.

- "PG, I was in Hawaii with the man, sharing a room, walking around in a bikini, and he didn't do anything."

- "That's because he is shy!"- Emily excused him right away.

- "My bikini leaves pretty much nothing to the imagination. Do you know what he said when he first saw me on it?"- I looked at my friend and poured us another round of tequila- "And I quote, "I don't think I brought enough books. This one is too interesting."

I air quoted with my fingers as we spoke, and the three of them looked at me, speechless. I made my point and drank my shot, feeling the alcohol burning down my throat. My friends opened their mouths but didn't produce a word. I sighed and looked at them.

- "But he hates the beach, and he took you there anyway,"- Emily pointed out

- "Did he give you his speech about how he hates sandy food?"- JJ asked me, and I chuckled, nodding.

- "And about pink skin, limited and unengaging topography, and of course, the real reason he hates the beach: drug-resistant bacteria spread by seagull feces."

- "And the man took you to the beach!"- Penelope argued.

- "But he didn't do anything! he didn't make his move, didn't even hold my hand!!"- I nearly shouted- "That's why, among a lot of reasons, is how I know Spencer is not interested in me! If only I'd tell you all the shit we've been through!"

- "Please!! Tell us!!"- Garcia begged and grabbed one of my legs- "I won't live another day 'cos I won't be able to deal with the mystery!"

- "No! 'cos you are gonna tell Morgan"- I slurred- "And he is going to embarrass and tease my honey bunny, and my honey bunny is gonna get all nervous and nervous around me, and we are never going to..."- I stopped talking and looked at my friends. I was sharing too much.

- "(Y/N)?"- Prentiss looked at me, but I just shook my head and looked down.

- "I think I better go home."

- "No, you can't drive like this,"- JJ argued immediately and held my hand- "I'm not gonna let you go intoxicated. Will is gonna come pick me up, and we'll drop you in your place."

I nodded at her and stayed still. My friends smiled at me, and slowly very slowly, I leaned on JJ's shoulder and rested my head on it.

- "I love you, boo,"- I whispered, and she giggled- "I don't think I'll stay sane without you there with us anymore."

- "Hotch is gonna manage to get her back,"- Penelope assured me, and I just nodded.

- "Meanwhile, we won't replace you, and if anyone tries to push someone new into the team, we are not gonna take them,"- I added, feeling JJ's hand holding mine.

- "Don't be mean with people just 'cos you miss me. If there's a new teammate, it won't be their fault I was pushed out of the BAU."

- "But, JJ,"- I tried to argue, but she shook her head right away.

- "No, (Y/N). You can't be mean to people just because."

Clearly, my friend hoped I could be the better person. The simple question was: did I want to be the better person? Right there, drunk and sad, the answer was no.

Spencer's point of view

I kept finding myself awake at four in the morning, walking around my apartment, not able to read or to write anything. For the last months, at least twice or three times each week, I would stay awake, no matter how tired I felt, and I would haunt my own apartment, listening to my vinyl records.

The sudden lack of sleep wasn't really something weird in me. I have always been nocturnal. Besides, the news of JJ's departure had hit us all pretty hard. I had already shared my share of tears and tried to manage the fury that caused me to know we were helpless to the government's decisions. There was nothing we could do, neither us, Hotch, or even Strauss. Not that she would if she could.

My family was in crisis, and all we could do was hope for the best and stay together.

It was scary losing JJ. It made me think of all the things that could go wrong every day on the field daily. It was bad that we could get hurt or even die on our work. But that they divided us that way made no sense. Like Rossi said: our loss was someone else's winning, and in the FBI, no one cared if we lost.

I poured myself a cup of herbal tea and inhaled the smell of it. It smelled like home. Like (Y/N). She had some of her favorite teas in my apartment. She had a bunch of all her things there, actually. When mom visited, she thought we were living together. She is still sure we are dating and that I don't wanna tell her. I don't longer argue with her about it. It's useless, and it somehow feels good to imagine in another world. It was actually true.

That year my feelings for my best friend had grown in a way that made it all more difficult to deal with. I didn't just love her. I was in love with her. She was in everything I did, in each and every one of my thoughts. I could hear her laughter in my head, like a record playing my favorite song over and over again.

When she was out there in the field, I couldn't stop running all the probabilities of her getting hurt, and most of the time, I would do my best to keep her safe, knowing it could somehow interfere with the case.

Hotch had called me to his office a few times, aware something was going with me. He could read it on my face, I guess. It was scary to know everybody could read my feelings for (Y/N) but her. And it was sad to think of the worst: that she knew how much I loved her, but she didn't feel the same, and she was just being my friend 'cos she was never going to be anything else but my friend.

I drank my tea and hummed the song that sounded in my house at four in the morning: Love is a losing game. Seemed pretty accurate for my mood. I remember the day I got that vinyl. We were out with (Y/N), Frank, and Lu, looking for a present for Mikey's birthday, and we ended up in a record store, getting a million vinyl records for ourselves.

- "Are you getting all those?"- (Y/N) asked me and looked at the seven albums in my hand.

- "Yes, why? I can't?"- I answered and raised an eyebrow.

- "Sassy!"- she giggled and grabbed them- "You can get all the albums you want. But I have to give my approval first. No, you are not getting this!"- she grabbed The Beatles' Revolver and left it aside.

- "What? Why? It's only one I need to complete my collection."

- "I know, but when you get it, you'll force me to listen to it, and I don't like the Beatles,"- she argued, and I just shook my head, taking the album again.

- "Sorry, chipmunk, I'm buying it."

- "Fine. I won't go to your house for the next couple of weeks then."

- "Why don't you tell me which album you wanna listen to when you are in my house then?"- I looked at her, smiling at me and looking for a record on the shelves.

- "This! You need some Amy in your life."

And I did. Now, at four in the morning, all alone walking around, I could see her in my apartment, singing along to her favorite songs while cooking dinner, feeling at home. I wished she was there, with me, doing nothing. Watching tv, or reading. Just hanging out. I knew it wasn't healthy being in love with my friend, seeing her every day, and also hanging out with her every chance I got. But even when I knew she was never going to love me the way I did, I was going to take every chance I had to enjoy her company. If that was all I was going to get.

My phone took me from my thoughts, and I quickly walked to my room to get it. I thought it was Hotch announcing a case, but it was JJ.

- "Hey! JJ, everything ok? Is Henry ok?"

- "Yes, hi Spence. We are all ok."

- "It's four in the morning."

- "Sorry I woke you up... I just..." - she made a pause and sighed at the other side of the line- "Spencer, you know I love you."

- "I love you too. You are one of my best friends. Is everything ok?"

- "Yes, I just wanted to... remember a bunch of years ago, when you asked me to that football game?"

A million years had passed since the one and only time I had asked JJ out. It was the only move I tried to do on her, and I failed incredibly. It was awkward, and she had no idea it was a date, so she invited Garcia to come along. I was so embarrassed I never even mentioned that single event ever again, and our friendship grew after.

- "Yes, I remember, JJ. Why?"

- "When you asked me out, did you have a crush on me?"

- "JJ, are you drunk?"- I had to ask 'cos that conversation was starting to scare me.

- "Yes, but that's not why I'm talking about this. Just answer the questions, Spence. When you asked me out on that date, did you have a crush on me?"

- "Yes, I did."

I closed my eyes, embarrassed to face feelings that were far forgotten.

- "You see, I had a crush on you too back then,"- JJ said and chuckled- "But neither of us acted on it, and life continued, and now I'm in love with Will, and we have a baby, and you are his godfather."

Of all the things I thought I would listen to that day, never in a million years, I imagined I would hear JJ drunk telling me she had a crush on me when we first met.

- "Now, do you want that to happen again?"- she asked, and I didn't get it, 'cos I was still trying to process what I had just heard. So I might have had a relationship with her if only I had said something, act on it. Kiss her, ask her out again?

- "What?"

- "Spence. Do you want to miss the chance to be with the girl you like?"

- "No, but JJ, what are you talking about?"

She sighed, frustrated, and used that tone of voice with me, that very maternal specific tone of voice she used to explain things she knew were hard for me to follow.

- "When you like someone, Spence, you have to tell her. 'Cos sometimes, life gets in the way, and if you don't do what you have to do to be happy, no one will do it for you."

- "Are you ok, JJ?"

- "Yes, Spence, I'm ok. I'm home with Will. We just got here after dropping (Y/N) off her place."

- "How was she?"

- "She might have had a few too many drinks, but she'll be ok in the morning. Maybe she'd appreciate it if you brought her coffee and donuts."

- "She doesn't like donuts,"- I corrected her- "She likes cupcakes and brownies."

- "Sorry. Coffee and cupcakes... just tell her you love her, Spence. She deserves to know."

I held my breath and closed my eyes. I didn't get why JJ was telling me that, but I knew I didn't want to talk about it. So I said good night and hung up.

What was the point of telling me we could have been a couple of years had passed already? Why didn't she say a thing before? Or even better, why didn't she ever say a word about it at all? So I missed the chance to be happy with her. Great. One more regret to add to my list.

I laid on my bed and tried to remember that date. I was so nervous that day, my hands shook inside my pockets as I walked to JJ's door. She looked beautiful that day, especially when she looked at me and announced she had invited Penelope to join us.

That was when I realized she would never see me as a proper date, just like a friend. And I learned to make my peace with that over the years. My crush for JJ lasted a few more months, but it vanished when I fell for (Y/N). What if she had never joined the team? Would I have been in love with JJ forever? Jeniffer always made me feel like her little brother, and I guess that's the mechanic that works for us. We were good friends ever since we met, and yes, I had a crush on her, but we work more like siblings than anything else.

What was the point in telling me I had missed a chance with her now? I just couldn't see it.

(Y/N)'s point of view

The next few weeks were us trying to survive without JJ. The team was making the best it could, but it was hard. Penelope took the lead during the second case without JJ. She turned into our tech analyst and communication liaison, only to collapse under the pressure of having two roles.

No one was going to replace JJ. We all knew it. Literally, no one, 'cos Hotch decided he and Garcia were going to split the job, and we were all going to collaborate as much as we could, 'cos we were a team. A family. And that's what families do.

And families were the target of the unsub we were hunting the day everything changed. Again. I hadn't recovered from the departure of JJ when Rossi and Hotch walked to the bullpen and introduced us to Agent Trainee Ashley Seaver.

My nemesis.

- "Agent trainee Seaver"- Rossi smiled at her like a proud father and looked at us as we stood up, wondering who she was- "Supervisory Special Agent Prentiss, (Y/L/N), and Morgan."

- "I've heard so much about the three of you,"- she said with the sweetest tone of voice I had ever heard. Something about that felt odd.

- "I hope it is all good- Morgan flirted right away, of course."

- "Very, sir."

- "Anything specific? I mean about me in particular?"- I turned to him and failed in holding back my chuckles.

- "Please, don't encourage him, or he will never stop talking,"- I said, and Derek elbowed me playfully. Seaver smiled at us and even blushed a little bit. She was nervous.

- "Agent Seaver is on loan to us from the academy while she is remedial training with an injury."

Hotch announced. And my stomach tightened right away. There was something wrong with that whole scene. I could feel it in my guts. But I didn't know why?

- "Concussion. Hand to hand got a little out of control."- Seaver explained and kept a silly smile on her face.

- "How's the other guy?"- Prentiss asked.

- "Don't ask."

- "I was remediated in the academy also,"- Spencer said, walking over us, and suddenly I understood why I had a bad feeling about everything.

- "Agent Seaver, Dr. Reid."

As soon as I heard Rossi say those words, there was a part of me who just wanted to hold Spencer's hand and push him away from her, even before they could say hi. She looked at him like he was eye candy, and I clenched my knuckles as I stared at the scene.

- "Uhm... What was your issue?"- she asked him, and I could see the pink on her cheek intensifying as he looked at her, confused.

- "What was my issue? Marksmanship, physical training, obstacle course, Hogan's alley. You know, pretty much everything that wasn't technically book related. They ultimately had to make exceptions to allow me into the field."

Seaver stared at him and kept nodding, though I wondered if she was listening to what he had said. Spencer looked exceedingly handsome that day. His hair was very short for the first time in years, and he still had no idea how to comb it, so it was all over the place, making him look as hot as fuck.

I was so in love with him, I didn't know what to do with those feelings at all. It was hard working with Reid at that point. I just wanted to kiss him.

- "Agent Seaver's going to accompany us to New Mexico,"- Aaron announced, and I couldn't help but question him right away.

- "She is?"

- "As a consultant."- he assured me.

- "On?"- Morgan raised an eyebrow and looked at Hotch, wondering what a trainee agent could help us with as a consultant.

- "She has a unique perspective,"- Rossi tried to explain, but it sounded like bullshit.

- "They don't know?"- Seaver turned to the elderly agents, and they shook their heads.

- "Well, we weren't sure how you wanted to,"- David whispered.

- "Uh... Seaver's not my original last name. It's my mother's maiden name. Mine used to be Beauchamp. My father is Charles Beauchamp"- Ashley was supposed to explain the circumstances of her consultancy to the whole team, but she just looked at Spencer as she spoke.

- "As in the Redmond ripper, Charles Beauchamp?"- he asked her, and suddenly, it clicked. It was like my whole body was telling me I couldn't be close to her for a reason.

- "That's him,"- she whispered and kept her eyes on my best friend as he continued talking.

- "He killed 25 women over 10 years in rural North Dakota. I think that you caught him, right, Rossi?"- and David nodded.

- "Hotch was on that team, too."

- "Based on her life experience, we were hoping that agent Seaver might recognize something in the family dynamics inside the community that could be helpful. We have a plane waiting,"- Hotch announced and looked at us, but none of us said a word.

I kept my eyes glued at my feet the whole time Aaron talked. Then, Spencer nodded and walked with Seaver and Rossi out to the hangar. I couldn't even blink. I think I was in shock.

- "Her father was a serial killer?"- Prentiss asked Hotch, not getting what he was thinking.

- "That's definitely a different set of parameters,"- Morgan added. Neither of them was sold on the idea, which made me feel a little bit better.

- "I don't want her presence to get us sidetracked. It's a long shot that she's gonna see anything helpful. We work it like any other case,"- Hotch was clear, and Prentiss and Morgan nodded.

- "You got it."

But I disagreed with that.

- "(Y/N), is everything ok?"- Aaron asked me, and I tried my best to lie and be cool.

- "Yeah, I'm ok."

- "Ok. We work this like any other case. Wheels up in twenty."

But everything was far from being ok.

I sat next to Spencer on the jet, and we reviewed the case files together. Hotch briefed us, and we all pretended it wasn't weird having Seaver there. And I guess we had to pretend it wasn't odd knowing her dad was a serial killer.

- "You are very young, (Y/N),"- she said and smiled at me. She was sitting across from Spencer and me, and you could tell she had been trying to join the conversation for a few minutes now.

-" Twenty eight,"- I answered and looked at the files again.

- "And you, doctor?"

- "You can call me Reid. I'm twenty eight too,"- Spencer cut her a short, awkward, and nervous smile, and I turned to him.

- "Honey, did I leave my Mets jersey at your house?"- it was the only question that came to my mind at that minute. It was completely random, but somehow it showed a part of our dynamic that Ashley didn't know. Our friendship. Our closeness.

- "Yes, I found it last night,"- he answered and sipped his coffee- "I was gonna bring it over, but then I remembered you always borrow all my sweaters when you are home or when you stay over, so I thought maybe it was a good idea to keep it at my place."

- "I don't know, Batsy. It's my favorite sweatshirt- I raised an eyebrow, and I'm pretty sure I even flirted a little bit."

- "So? You need to keep one there."

- "But I like wearing your clothes when we are at your place. It's extra large and extra comfy."

- "Is that why you keep taking my sweaters back to your house?"- he asked and chuckled- "Last Sunday, I found four of my sweaters in your closet."

- "Sorry, I'm not even sorry,"- I said and laughed- "And what were you doing in my closet?"

- "Lucy, Ricky, can we focus on the case?"- Morgan asked and waved at us with one silly grin on his face- "We love hearing your adorable daily adventures, but we've got a psycho killer to catch."

Spencer blushed and flustered right away. I stuck out my tongue at Morgan and just shook my head. The way Seaver looked at Reid was still driving me nuts, but I felt I had shown her he was mine, childishly.

It's embarrassing to think that's not the most childish thing I did around her those days. Or in the weeks to follow. But I didn't like Ashley, and I didn't want her around my team. And it wasn't just her constant flirting with Spencer. It was the fact her father had killed my mother's sister when she was in college, and I was making my best effort to keep that fact aside from work. My personal life had to stay out of the FBI, especially when working a case.

I had to do some serious mental work trying to remember it wasn't Ashley's fault her father was a sick bastard. She hadn't hurt my family, and her father had ruined her life too. It wasn't her fault.

But one thing is knowing. Another thing is being rational about it. Spoiler: I wasn't so rational about it.

- "So, (Y/N). Do you like working at the BAU?"- Ashley asked me and looked at me through the rearview mirror. We were in the SUV, and Prentiss was driving. I was in the back seat, trying to ignore her, but she made it impossible.

- "Yes, very much,"- I answered and nodded, not taking my eyes from the window.

- "Everybody is very friendly,"- Seaver added and made a pause. I don't know if she wanted me to say something or if she was trying to find a way to say what she wanted to say.

- "Yes, they are,"- I humored her, and she quickly responded.

- "Are you and Spencer dating?"- I could feel the blood raising my cheeks as she spoke. And Prentiss flashed me a look through the mirror as Ashley continued talking.

- "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be rude. I just wondered because of the fraternization policy."

- "Right. Sure. Of course."

Those three words were meant to let Ashley know I wasn't buying her bullshit, So I literally spit them.

- "Spencer is my best friend. We are not dating."

Facing that simple truth had never been harder before, especially after how I saw Ashley's face light up.

- "You just seem to be so close."

- "Oh, they are close,"- Emily smiled at me and winked- "They are so close, they sometimes freak us out."

- "We freak you out?"- I raised an eyebrow and carefully hit her arm, pretending to be upset. But honestly, I was glad she was teasing me.

- "I am just saying, we are all pretty suspicious about you two. I am actually surprised you didn't share rooms tonight. They usually share rooms."- Emily explained to Seaver.

- "He was paired with Morgan,"- I pouted and looked at my phone. I thought maybe I could send him a funny text. I actually wanted to hang out with him.

- "He is very nice,"- Ashley added- "I mean, everybody is nice."

- "Yes, you mentioned it"

I was clearly not being nice. Seaver nodded and looked at the files again. I assumed she was trying to find a way to keep asking about Spencer, and I was making my best not to kill her.

- "Working with a genius must be somehow intimidating,"- she said after a few minutes. Damn it, she wasn't going to let that subject go.

- "It's fun working with Spencer,"- Prentiss said, trying to humor Seaver. And mostly, I guess trying to ease my mood and keep me from killing the trainee agent.

- "I'm sure it is,"- Seaver added. I hated her.

- "He is more than just a genius, he is a nerd."- Emily pointed out and chuckled at her words, making Seaver giggle too. I looked at my book again, but I knew I wasn't going to be able to concentrate on it at all. He was my nerd. Mine.

- "Well, it's very refreshing to be with a group who trusts and works so well together,"- she added- "I had never felt less judged and more welcome in my entire life."

I know I should have felt sorry for her. But I honestly couldn't. That was the day I realized I wasn't the good person I thought I was. There was a part of me that was a scumbag. I'm guessing knowing that is pretty helpful and positive 'cos you can work on your flaws. But I wasn't planning on working on anything at that minute, though. I just wanted to break Seaver's face.

Spencer's point of view

I didn't like working without JJ. I've never been good with change, and that was a massive alteration of our routine. I missed her, and adding Ashley to the team made things even weirder for me, even for a case. I didn't want to be judgemental, but her father was a serial killer. Of course, that would make things weird.

Besides, everybody kept bugging me, teasing me, trying to see if I liked Seaver. Penelope called while we were on the case and started taunting me, saying she knew I thought Ashley was cute. I could see she was beautiful, but I couldn't see her that way. And I didn't want anyone to say those kinds of things around (Y/N).

Why did I care so much?

I didn't want to face it 'cos I knew it was completely platonic, but I didn't want (Y/N) to think I had a crush on Seaver. I knew my best friend didn't have romantic feelings for me, and I also knew I wasn't going to make a move on her or anything. But I didn't want things to change more than they already had. And most of all, I didn't want anything to alter my dynamic with (Y/N).

But at the same time, somehow, it felt everything was already different between us.

- "Hey, honey bunny,"- (Y/N) walked to me and handed me a cup of coffee- "I thought you might need one of these."

- "You are a lifesaver,"- I whispered and sipped the cup. It was perfect.

We were on the jet on our way back home. The whole team was mostly quiet. The mood was weird. Ashley had done something quite reckless earlier and nearly got herself killed. She walked to the unsub's house all alone, not knowing he was our guy. She almost died, and none of us can even imagine what went through her head to do such a thing.

Rossi and Hotch walked to her. (Y/N) looked at me, and I could read on her face that both of us knew what was going to happen.

Ashley was alone when David sat in front of her, and Hotch stood in the middle of the aisle. Maybe that had been insensitive of us. Neither of us tried to contain her. Neither of us really knew her that well. Or at all, as a matter of fact.

- "You were not supposed to go off on your own."- Hotch went straight to the point.

- "I know,"- she whispered, and I could see how (Y/N)'s face changed. I tried to read her, but all I was able to see was... anger? I had to be wronged. She had no reason to be mad at Ashley.

- "You could have been killed,"- Hotch crossed his arms on his chest and stared at her.

- "I know that, too."

- "Why, Ashley? You're smarter than that"- Rossi sounded like a worried father. I didn't look at him 'cos I kept my eyes on (Y/N)'s, still trying to read her emotions. But what I saw made no sense. She really looked like she was angry at Ashley. Like she hated her.

- "I never got to apologize to any of the victims. The families of the women my father killed. I thought if I could just apologize to one family that had been hurt that way..."

And that was when (Y/N) snapped. She jumped from her seat and walked to Seaver. Aaron and David looked at her surprised, and Morgan turned to me, taking off his headphones. Neither he nor Prentiss got what was happening until that moment.

- "Ok. Shoot!"- (Y/N) sat right in front of Seaver, next to David, and looked at her. But she didn't get it.

- "What? What are you talking about?"

- "You just said you wanted to apologize to one of the families. So go ahead. Try."

The silence on the jet was so deep and awkward it felt no one was ever going to talk again.

- "I'm sorry, (Y/N). But I don't get what you are implying,"- Ashley's voice was a whisper. I knew she was sad and affected, embarrassed even. But I also knew (Y/N), and I could read it on her face. She wasn't joking.

- "You said you wanted to apologize to the family of one of your dad's victims, so go ahead. Apologize to me."

My first instinct was to stand up, which I did. But I froze and didn't take a step closer to (Y/N) when I noticed the severe and cold look in her eyes. I didn't know what she was talking about. But I knew she wasn't bluffing.

- "Why should I... apologize to you?"- Ashley asked her, and her voice broke at a certain point, probably scared of the answer.

- "Your dad killed my mother's older sister. She was in college,"- (Y/N) spit each word with hate and looked at Ashley, waiting for her reply. But Seaver didn't know what to do. She widened her eyes and stayed still. She barely kept her breathing steady.

- "(Y/N), maybe we should let Seaver rest,"- Hotch landed a hand on her shoulder, but my friend shook her head.

- "No, Hotch. By making that choice, she put everyone at risk,"- (Y/N) didn't take her eyes from Ashley as she spoke- "As far as I remember when you are at the academy, they teach you that in the field, we are responsible to and for your team."

- "(Y/N)... I had no idea..."- Ashley tried to apologize, I could see it, but it was clear she wasn't going to win that argument- "I am so sorry."

- "I don't know, Seaver. Did you think saying "sorry" would make those families feel better? 'Cos it ain't working here. "Sorry" won't make my mom stop feeling guilty about what happened. And, if things had gotten ugly back there, "sorry" wouldn't have made your mistake go away in case anyone would have gotten hurt. So no. Sorry doesn't help. Maybe it can ease your conscience, but when you really fuck it up, it never makes things better."

(Y/N) stood up and walked back to her seat in front of me. I let her pass and didn't say a word. I knew she wouldn't want to talk about it there. And, of course, Seaver didn't say a word. She just stood up and walked to the back of the jet, to the bathroom. Rossi and Hotch looked at each other and then looked at me.

David poured a glass of whiskey and walked to (Y/N) slowly. He didn't say a word, he just handed it to her, and she just took it and sipped it with shaky hands.

- "Thanks,"- she whispered, and Rossi nodded. Hotch raised an eyebrow, and for a moment, I thought he was going to say something, but he didn't. He just walked to his seat and opened a case file.

I moved back to my seat and opened my satchel. I had run out of candies earlier that day, so I didn't have much to give to her that could make her smile. So I picked a book and handed it to her. She took it and smiled at me kindly. I knew she was fighting back the tears, and I am sure she has held back all the emotions than being with the daughter of the man who killed her aunt since she knew who Seaver was. And she managed to do the job well. I was proud of her.

- "Wanna grab something to eat when we reach DC?"- I whispered, but for the first time ever, she shook her head.

- "I'm gonna have to catch a rain check for that dinner. I think I wanna go straight to my bed today, honey."- she sipped her glass again, and I nodded.

- "Don't worry, next time."

I was waiting for the train to go back home later that night when I saw Seaver sitting at a bench at the station, staring at her hands on her lap. I didn't see her leaving the BAU, though to be honest, I was really focused on finishing my paperwork to go home. (Y/N) had left as soon as we reached DC, but I had stayed a little longer.

I hesitated for a few seconds before I took a few steps closer and waved at Seaver. She looked at me surprised, as soon as she saw me, but didn't move. I smiled, trying to look friendly, and sat next to her.

- "Hi. What are you doing here?"- I asked her, and she shrugged.

- "I was going to go home, but I think I sat here half an hour ago and haven't been able to move,"- I turned to her and shook my head.

- "Do you want to eat something?"- after what had happened at the jet, I figured Ashley wasn't feeling so good, and maybe talking with someone could help her. She looked at me and blushed; I don't know why. But at least, she smiled and nodded.

- "Great, pizza?"

- "Pizza sounds good."

We were waiting for our food and making small talk. I kept giving Ashley pizza facts to fill the silence 'cos it was weird hanging out with Ashley. I didn't know her, really. We had worked a case together, but that didn't mean I knew her. And, of course, we had the whole jet incident. I felt a little guilty about what had happened, though it wasn't my fault at all in retrospect. I just felt like it was my job cheering her up a little bit after everything she had gone through.

- "How do you do it?"- she asked me all of a sudden- "How do you deal with the pressure of this job?"

- "You get used to it, I guess. I don't know if it's a good thing to get used to, but... it comes with the job, I think,"- I didn't know if I was doing ok comforting her. Then again, I have never been particularly good at it. Not then, not now.

- "Did you always dream about doing this?"- she asked me, and her eyes locked into mine in a way that made me feel slightly uncomfortable.

- "Y... yes. Ever since I was a kid, catching the bad guys,"- Seaver nodded and sipped her coke- "You? Why did you get into the academy?"

I regretted my question right after I asked, just 'cos I realized she might have done it to understand her father's behavior. It was only apparent that had shaped her actions.

- "I guess you know that..."- Ashley answered and smiled, her eyes looking straight into mine. I know I blushed. She is a beautiful woman, though I wasn't thinking about her that way. It was an odd feeling being observed that way.

I was glad our pizza made it to the table, and we were forced to stop talking, and I could focus on anything else but her. Not that I didn't want to look at her, but... I think the right way to explain it is to call it "uneasy." That's how I felt. I wanted to be friendly with her, she had a horrible experience consulting with the team, and I was sure she wasn't really having a good day.

- "This might sound weird, but... do you think I can call you sometime?"- Ashley asked after a few minutes. We were eating and talking about nothing important. I nearly chook at her words and looked at her, nodding.

- "Sure, why?"- I didn't mean to be rude. I just didn't know why she might need to talk to me again.

- "I just think maybe you could help me with a few assignments at the academy."

- "Yeah, of course."

Ashley Seaver smiled and nodded at me, pleased. She took a sip of Sprite, and I could read her, trying to find the words to continue speaking.

- "I'm glad. I was sure you were going to say no."

- "Why?"- I furrowed my brows, confused- "I'm not a big fan of phones, but I can handle a casual phone call."

- "No, I just didn't think your girlfriend would like... I mean, I think (Y/N) hates me, and as her boyfriend, I thought you... would... I don't know."

- "I'm, we are... we,"- I was completely flustered as I tried to rearrange my thoughts. Seaver looked at me innocently and waited for my words.

- "(Y/N) isn't my girlfriend"- it bothered me to admit that simple fact. Why? 'Cos it hurt to think we looked like a couple, but we weren't. Why did Seaver think we were together?

- "Really? But..."

- "She is my best friend,"- I explained poorly. She nodded and hesitated before saying what she was thinking. It was obvious she was trying to arrange the words in her head.

- "It's just that you two... sorry, I'm overstepping,"- Ashley blushed and shook her head- "She is... strong."

- "Yes, very."

- "I think I started with the wrong foot with her."

- "Well, I don't mean to justify anything, but if your father hurt,"- I made a pause, trying to find a way to say it that wasn't so painful.

- "Killed. My father killed her aunt,"- she corrected me with a cold and monotonous tone of voice. I just nodded and sipped my water.

- "She is an amazing person,"- I don't know if I was trying to excuse (Y/N)'s earlier behavior or if I just loved her so much I needed to tell people how awesome she was.

- "I'm sure you will pass this,"- I assured her- "Once you get to know her, and she gets to know you."

- "I don't think she will give me that chance. Besides, I was just clear to assist with only one case."

- "If you want to stay, you can request your remedial training be here. And if Hotch approves it, I could talk to (Y/N). I'm sure she will like to know you better."

Why did I say all that? I had no idea.

- "Thank you, Spence. You are really sweet,"- Ashley moved closer and held my hand. I stayed very still, absolutely awkward.

- "Yeah, I don't... like... holding hands,"- I quickly moved it away and tried to smile at her. She stayed still, not understanding my reaction but trying to act normal.

- "Sorry."

- "That's ok. I'm a germaphobe, that's all."

After pizza, we left the place and said goodnight. I told Ashley I was weary (which was, in fact, the truth) and got her a cab to take her home. After that, I walked to my place. I felt like I needed to be alone for a while. My head was overwhelmed, and in the latest couple of weeks, I had severe trouble sleeping.

I had migraines that nearly blinded me. I was scared they meant I could develop the first signs of schizophrenia, like mom, 'cos they were coming more and more often. It wasn't that bad yet, the light didn't hurt my eyes, and I didn't have any sign of hallucination, but still, I knew it could be serious.

I tried to think of a reason why I might be having those severe headaches. I was eating correctly, mostly 'cos (Y/N) forced me to eat. No, she didn't force me, but she made sure I had all my meals at work, not just coffee. And usually, at the weekends, we would spend our time together, and she was a fantastic cook. So it wasn't an alimentary issue.

I wasn't sleeping well. That wasn't new, but it was getting serious. I wrote and read a lot at night 'cos I couldn't fall asleep until late. I didn't know why. I just couldn't rest. My body ached, and my brain wouldn't sleep. The only nights I could actually get some rest were the ones when (Y/N) stayed with me. It was a blessing when Hotch paired us to share rooms, 'cos I could easily fall asleep when she was around. Her presence soothed me in a way that I didn't understand. Let me put it this way, I know it might sound cheesy, but the beating of her heart set the rhythm for my own, and at night it would bring me peace.

I reached home that night and sighed. I knew I wasn't going to rest easy. (Y/N) wasn't there with me. So I made myself a cup of herbal tea, (Y/N) had a lot of those in my house, and I drank them when I missed her. The smell coming from the cup made me feel like she was close.

How pathetic I had become! But I could only share those thoughts with myself. No one knew I had feelings for her, and I was going to deny it till the end, no matter what had JJ said. I couldn't take that phone call from my mind, and on those sleepless nights, I kept overthinking and overanalyzing everything.

I got into bed with a few books and my cup of herbal tea. I took a look at my cell phone, two new messages.

- "I miss u"

(Y/N) sent, and a warm feeling spread on my chest as I imagined her whispering those words as I read them

- "Breakfast tomorrow before work?"

- "See you at seven-thirty."

I typed and sent it.

What could ever happen if I told her how much in love I am with her? I would lose her, and I'd be alone. She didn't feel that way for me. It was a fact. I was just glad she was my best friend, and I could share everything with her. Was I pathetic? Yes, very, but in a way, it felt it was just all I deserved. Not more, not less. Just being in love with a girl who didn't love me back.

At least she wasn't dating Paul anymore. I hated that guy.

(Y/N)'s point of view

Spencer was waiting for me outside our usual coffee shop, already holding two cups of coffee. His short hair looked dreamy as she smiled and took off his sunglasses. It had to be illegal being that hot. But, seriously, how didn't he get laid? He was fucking dreamy. In the four years we had been best friends, I saw Spencer in many hairstyles, and each of them made him look like a model.

Falling in love with Spencer Reid had been a process I hadn't actually been fully aware of. But I was completely conscious I needed to hide those feelings from him and from everybody at the BAU.

Ok, fine, I had somehow faced part of those feelings in front of my drunk best buddies at Penelope's house, but I never actually confirmed anything. I had just... shared some of my frustrations, I guess.

- "Good morning, honey bunny,"- I smiled and sighed as I stood in front of Spencer, watching him grin back at me and hand me one of the coffee cups.

- "Good morning, chipmunk. Did you get some rest?"

- "Yes, I fell asleep as soon as I reached my bed. I was exhausted."

- "I'm glad you are fully rested."

- "What did you do yesterday?"

- "Nothing,"- he answered quickly and turned around- "I got you a carrot muffin to go."

- "Thank you so much. I'm starving. I didn't even have dinner yesterday."

- "Really?"

- "I told you, I reached home and crawled into my bed."

We walked outside the coffee shop in silence. Spencer bit his donuts, and I ate my muffin. It was nice and calming being with him doing domestic things in life.

I hated how much in love I was with him 'cos I knew I had to shake that feeling away. He was never going to have feelings for me. I was a regular human being, and Spencer Walter Reid was a genius. He deserved better, he was actually never to think about me that way, and I refused to ruin our friendship with those feelings.

- "So, Comic-con is coming. What are we doing this year?"- I asked as I drove us to Quantico.

- "I was thinking we should do something classic,"- he looked at me, nearly beaming on his seat- "We haven't done Star Wars yet."

- "Really?"- I frowned, confused- "All these years? Are you sure?"

- "(Y/N), eidetic memory,"- he argued, and I chuckled- "So, how do you feel about Leia?"

- "Do I have to be Leia 'cos I'm a girl?"- I asked him, and he flustered right away.

- "What? No, you can be whoever you want to be. I was just, it came to my mind... I didn't,"- I giggled and looked at him for a second.

- "I'm messing with you, Batsy. I always wanted to dress as Leia. Surprisingly, I never had. Padme once, it was a mess, but never Leia. Who are you planning to be?"

- "Maybe Luke... or Obi-Wan. Morgan suggested C3PO once."

- "If I'm Leia, you should be Han,"- I don't know why I said that out loud. I thought about it, I pictured it in my head, but I knew I shouldn't have said it. Then why did those words leave my mouth? I don't know.

- "Han Solo... yes... yeah, sure. Of course! We can pick our outfits this weekend."

- "Great! What do you think would look better? Slave Leia or classic all in white Leia?"- Spencer didn't answer. He just sipped his coffee and looked outside the window.

- "You would look good in both,"- his cellphone interrupted our conversations, and I thought it might be a case. But I was so wrong, it hurt.

- "Hello? Oh, hi, Ashley,"- I nearly hit the break as soon as I heard him saying her name, but instead, I turned around and looked at him.

- "Good, yes. On my way to work with (Y/N). Oh, that's good."

I didn't care what she was saying. I just needed to know why that bitch was calling him. I was blind in jealousy, and I was having a hard time hiding it.

- "Really? Emily? That's... that's great. Sure, we'll see you around, gotta go. Bye."

- "What the fuck?"- I swear, I didn't think what I was saying. Those words just slip through my lips straight from my guts. I hated Seaver.

- "That was Ashley."

- "Figured when you said "Hi Ashley." What? Are you best friends with her now?"

- "What? No! No way! She just wanted to say hi... and... She.... asked for my number 'cos she wanted to help her with some of the academy's projects,"- Spencer was so nervous he actually stuttered as he answered my simple question.

- "Of course, she did,"- my voice was bitter and hurt, but most of all, ironic. And I don't know if Spencer didn't want to understand me or actually didn't get the hint, but he just continued talking.

- "She wanted to tell me she requested her remedial training be at the BAU."

- "What?!"- that wasn't subtle. I actually yelled- "I'm gonna have to see her again?"

- "If Hotch approves..."

- "Fuck!! That's awful!!"- I hit the wheel, frustrated.

- "She's not a bad person, (Y/N). Her dad was a murderer, but that doesn't mean..."- I turned to look at Spencer for a second, and he just shut up- "Sorry."

- "I don't like her, Spencer."

- "Yes, I know."

- "Her dad killed my aunt!!"

- "I know..."

- "And on top of that, that bitch is..."

I had to bite my lips and focus on the road, actually holding my breath for a few seconds, just not to open my mouth and ruin it all.

The main reason why I hated Ashley Seaver wasn't just because of what her father had done. That itself was enough to keep her away. But on top of that, she was flirting with Spencer. She wasn't even subtle about it; she was nearly all over him. I saw her! She wanted him, and he had no idea! He was blind to her attention. Unless he liked it. Did he? Shit, I hoped not.

- "She what?"- Spencer whispered, scared of my reaction.

- "She plays the pity card the whole time. Bad things happen to all of us. You don't have to make it who you are, she does, and she expects sympathy."

I grabbed my muffin and took a big bite of it. Spencer sighed and stayed quiet for a moment, giving me space to decompress, I think.

- "Did you know the origins of carrot cake are disputed by many countries?"- I looked at Spencer, and he nodded- "Many food historians believe carrot cake originated from the English recipe of carrot puddings, eaten by Europeans in the Middle Ages when sugar and sweeteners were expensive, and many people used carrots as a substitute for sugar."

- "My mom would fight all those historians and convince them she invented it. Her carrot cake is the best."

- "And I would agree, the cake she baked for your last birthday was amazing."- I nodded and heard him chuckle as I kept my eyes on the road. I wanted to focus on the memories of my last birthday and how fun it was, but something was bugging me.

- "And why did she call you to tell you what she wanted to do?"- I parked the car outside the BAU and turned to Spencer. He opened his mouth, but no word came from it. So I asked him again.

- "Honey, why did Seaver call you to announce she would take the remedial training at the BAU?"

- "It... might... had been my idea,"- he whispered and held his satchel tight against his body. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't believe it.

- "Why on earth did you do that, Spencer?!"- I shouted as I got out of the car, grabbed my purse, my clean go bag in case we had a case, and started walking towards the building.

- "It wasn't like a suggestion. She just..."

- "I can't believe it!!"

- "It doesn't have to be that bad! It's just for a few weeks..."

- "Hopefully, Hotch won't accept."

- "(Y/N), come on,"- Spencer held my hand and stopped me- "This is not like you. Yeah, you don't like her, but you are making it a big deal, and it's not."

- "I'm starting to think you are crushed on her,"- I didn't want to say those words. They just slipped.

- "What!? Why? No!! I'm not!"- the high pitch on Spencer's voice was a clear sign of how uncomfortable he was with the conversation.

- "Then why are you defending her?"

- "I am not! I'm just saying maybe you are acting a little bit... irrational about this whole thing. She hasn't done anything bad."

- "Other than jeopardizing the whole case yesterday?"

- "Right, other than that..."

I felt Spencer's hand in mine, and I swear, I couldn't stop thinking about how it felt. It kept sending shivers all over my body. His thumb rubbed small circles on my skin, probably trying to calm me down, and it worked. I followed it with my eyes for a second as I took a few deep breaths and nodded.

- "Ok, I won't make a big deal if she stays."

- "Thank you."

- "Just... don't ask me to be her friend."

- "You don't have to be her friend."

Spencer stood in front of me and smiled. I swear all I could think of was kissing him. And a part of me felt it was getting harder and harder to resist. He put on his sunglasses and kept his hand in mine for a moment until Penelope's voice took us from our little bubble.

- "Good morning, my wonder babies!! Ready to fight crime?"

I actually didn't know what I was getting into.

Hotch had taken the day off. We were around the one-year anniversary of Haley's death, and according to what Rossi explained to us, Jack wasn't feeling so good. It was said it would be just a day or two, but I had the feeling it might be a couple of weeks. Hotch would always put himself second, but he would do whatever it took to keep him safe when it came to his son.

Morgan had been asked to take a trip to Petersburg Federal Correctional Complex to do a risk assessment on a case, so Spencer, Prentiss, and I were in the bullpen. Garcia was in her office, and Rossi was in a meeting with Strauss. I'd say it was a very calm morning, catching up with all the pending paperwork we had. Spencer had just gotten me a cup of coffee when I heard Seaver's cheerful voice.

- "Hi guys!"- she walked in with a big smile and waved- "How are you?"

Spencer looked at me as we all said our hellos. I could almost read "Please, be nice" written all over his face, and for a moment, I was willing to do as told. I didn't want him to suspect why I was so annoyed by her after all.

- "I talked to Hotch"- Emily smiled at Seaver and moved a chair for her- He signed off your remedial training, and I'll be your training agent. I'll supervise your work. I already told Rossi too, so it's official.

Ashley jumped from her chair and hugged Emily. I rolled my eyes and stared at the file on my desk. I really wasn't ready to deal with her. I wasn't prepared to deal with someone trying to steal Spencer from me.

Ok, Spencer wasn't mine to keep, but we had been inseparable for four years, and I didn't want to lose that. I didn't want to lose him.

I had never been ready to deal with Spencer dating other girls. The few times girls had hit on him had been awful. Once, Morgan took him to a club when we were on a case, 'cos the unsub was picking his victims there, and he taught him how to pick up girls. The bartender ended up giving him her number 'cos my dorky best friend was charming. Derek still remembered that moment from time to time, quoting it as "The day he turned Spencer into a man."

I loved Derek, but fuck, I hated him sometimes.

- "Welcome to the team,"- Spencer waved at Seaver from his desk and turned to me, raising an eyebrow.

- "Yeah, welcome,"- I added and cut her a short smile.

- "I'm thrilled to join you guys for a few weeks. I always dreamt of being here. I'm ready for making it up after the last case."

- "Don't be so hard on yourself,"- Prentiss interrupted her and smiled friendly- "You remained calm under pressure, and the case was solved. That's all that matters."

I had to control myself not to snort after Emily's words. Instead, I kept my eyes locked on my desk like I had done before. I was so focused on it that I could have actually developed telekinesis skills and moved the freaking file with my eyes.

- "I just wanted to say thank you to all of you,"- Seaver's voice was soft, in a mix of fear, excitement, and... something else I couldn't read.

- "Especially you, Spencer. I really enjoyed our talk last night, and I have the feeling I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you. Thank you for the pizza. I owe you dinner."

- "Don't, it was nothing,"- Spencer flustered and stood up quickly, grabbing his pile of files and walking away, arguing he needed to ask Garcia something.

I did my best not to move a muscle. I didn't want Seaver to know how much I hated the fact she had shared what seemed to be a lovely evening with Spencer. One he didn't actually mention when we talked about what we had done the previous evening. Why did he decide to keep me in the dark? I couldn't understand that. Maybe he just didn't want me to know he actually had feelings for Seaver. Maybe he had asked her out, and because he knew I hated her (though he really didn't know why), he decided not to tell me what was going on.

I had been wasting all that time in love with Spencer. I knew I would never act on those feelings, and clearly, he didn't have feelings for me. So... maybe it was time to let him go.

How could I let Spencer Reid go when I never actually had him?

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[after-witch]

Yandere Ransom Imagine

“That's some heavy-duty conjecture.”

Word Count: 2700ish

notes: unhealthy relationships, emotional and physical abuse, financial abuse, yandere

Imagine being a struggling adult working a full time job plus freelancing gigs just to get by in your one-bedroom apartment where the ceiling always leaks when it rains and you have to perform a complicated maneuver to make sure the door doesn’t jam up on you and you’re constantly worried about your landlord raising the rent.

Maybe a well-meaning friend gets you a gift card to an upscale bookstore because they know you haven’t had a new book on your shelves in years, or maybe you find $20 on the street like a veritable Charlie Bucket but instead of buying a Wonka Bar you head into a this fantastic artisan coffee shop on the rich side of town, a place that everyone always raves about on Instagram, just so you can try an expensive latte with hand-ground beans and flavors you’ve never heard of before--because don’t you deserve a treat, for once?

Whatever it is, wherever it is, Hugh Ransom Drysdale is waiting inside and sees you there.

And oh my God is it obvious that you’re out of place right off the bat. I mean, what the hell is someone like you doing in this part of town?

With your worn out clothes that are worn from necessity and not from being fashionably thrifted and your ratty purse stuffed with papers and candy wrappers that spill out when you dig in for your card or cash and your winter boots that you’ve probably worn 5 years in a row, ripped in the hell and patched with black tape that you hope people don’t notice.

It becomes even more obvious that you’re out of your element when something goes wrong. The gift card isn’t activated. The $20? A fake, probably a movie prop that blew in the wind. Whatever goes wrong, it means that you’re suddenly at the register, impatient people with real money tapping their expensive shoes behind you, unable to pay. You’re left standing there like a deer in headlights, unsure of what to do or say.

Normally he might just roll his eyes and remind himself that people like you ought to stick to your own shops, your own place. But something about the way your eyes go all downcast and you seem to shrink down in embarrassment makes him take pity on you. Like a stray cat in the alley hoping someone will toss it some scraps.

So he strides up and flicks out a card and hands it to the cashier, dropping a friendly greeting to them because he spends like crazy and they probably know him by name at this place, and he’s the one who hands you your coffee or your bag and your hands touch ever so briefly during the exchange.

He leads you away from the register--don’t want to piss off the spoiled debutantes and assistants on lunchtime coffee runs--and you stammer out a thank-you-thank-you and you promise you’ll pay him back as soon as you can and Jesus Christ, isn’t that just adorable? Someone like you, some lost kicked puppy who can’t even afford new boots, promising to pay him back?

He doesn’t care if you pay him back, but he finds that he would like something out of this exchange, so he says that instead of paying him back you can do him the honor of going to lunch with him. His treat. 

He insists. And you can’t really say no, can you? You are hungry and he did just pay for your things and it’s the least you can do to oblige his request.

He’s not stupid. He doesn’t take you to some razzle dazzle fancy restaurant where you’ll feel embarrassed and out of place. Instead he takes you to a quiet diner, classy not greasy, where you can have an easy conversation and tell him all about yourself.

It’s funny. Normally he brings up his family name, his grandfather’s books, to women he picks up, to get them impressed and hooked and pliable. Something about you, though. Something about you is making him want to turn this into more than a lunch date and pressure for a quickie in the car to repay him. 

So he holds back to see what he can do with you on his own. No quickie in the car, but instead before he drops you off--at a bus station, you insisted--he brushes his hand over yours. Can he get your number? He swears he can feel the heat coming off your cheeks as you fumble for your phone and let him put his number in your contacts.

He waits a day, then asks you out again. Dinner, this time. He asks you if you know any good places and you recommend a dive bar that you can go to after work (because 1) schedule and 2) cheap) and shit, he’s all for it. There will be time in the future to impress you with restaurants that have dress codes instead of sticky floors. You sit close on the stools and you buy him a drink (real cute, real real cute) and just for you he keeps the baggie in his pocket there all night instead of heading to the bathroom to liven things up.

Your relationship develops with an almost shocking speed. He knows just how to reel you in. I mean--look at you. Working your ass off at some dead end job, living in an apartment so shitty it takes you almost a month before you reluctantly agree to let him see it.

He can understand, though. Because you’re not that stupid and you know he’s wealthy, even before he casually brings up his family in a “it’s no big deal but I don’t want to keep things from you because we’re getting serious” sort of way. 

You pretend to be casual about it all, but he can tell you’re suddenly wondering: why the hell would someone from this wealthy family want anything to do with me?

It’s a question Ransom asks himself a lot. He asks himself this when he’s snorting coke off another woman’s stomach (hey, you’re dating, but he’s got needs and they aren’t met with hand-holding) or when he’s eating another greasy burger at a shitty bar because you refuse to let him buy you a nice dress to wear so he can take you out somewhere fancy.

You’re not the type of person he normally goes for, not at all. He has strings of girlfriends and flings, but they all tend to fit that same cookie cutter mold: wealthy do-nothings with their parent’s credit card who want someone else to spoil them for a while, without caring who it is or what they’re like. They’re easy pickings that Ransom can burn through and then toss aside when he’s bored of them. Some of them cry but a few days later he’ll see them on someone else’s arm, it’s the circle of life.

With you, though, there’s more. You don’t expect him to pay for dates or anything at all (even when he wants to spoil you a bit) and you have actual conversations and you seem to actually give a shit about what he says and does. You argue with him, too, when he wants you to do something (just let him take you shopping, for Christ’s sake!) or he asks you to move in (again) and you say no (again). I mean, you really fight with him, spitting words and all.

And unlike his previous girlfriends, you don’t come crawling back a few hours later because you want to buy a new purse with his shiny credit card. Instead, you make him apologize first. Fuck, that’s hot. It’s also something he tucks away in the back of his mind to work on later--but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t admit that he sometimes has the overwhelming urge to push you against the wall and fuck you for the first time right after a good argument. 

But he knows that would destroy your image of him entirely, so he holds back. He’s good at crafting a version of himself that appeals to others when he has to, and you’re maybe the first person that’s been worth all the effort he’s put into you so far.

But you need a push, a push that makes it so you can’t go running back to your shithole apartment when you fight or when you question whether or no you two have a future. You do, you’re just too naive--too inexperienced with money, to say it charitably--to realize it.

So he tips off the fire marshal about your apartment building’s shoddy fire escapes and well, damn, in the process of the investigation all the little corners that your landlord has cut come crashing down. At least they were discovered before it was the building that came crashing down.

But the evacuation of the building leaves you--and countless others--high and dry. You don’t have any family in the area, and your only half ass-decent friend in the city lives in the same building but her parent’s aren’t going to let a stranger move in.

When you finally realize you have no options and call him, voice tentative and embarrassed, he knows just what to say to get you to pack your meager belongings and wait for him to pick you up. He’s no-nonsense about it. 

He knows how to avoid deflating your pride, how to keep you from deciding you’d rather stay in a shelter than take his charity. You’ll pay him back, he says, you’ll figure out a rental plan or whatever. He even teases--he’s not the best landlord, but he won’t take 2 weeks to change the toilet if you submit a maintenance request. It makes you crack a smile and bam, just like that, he knows he’s gotten in.

That night, after takeout and wine and a Netflix movie neither of you paid attention to, you fuck for the first time on his expensive sheets on his expensive bed and afterwards, when you’re both sweating and cuddling and reveling in the afterglow, he makes a note to buy you some new lingerie. 

It’s all very homey, for a while. He could do without you leaving for work and working your ass off, with your freelance shit, sometimes staying on the computer until two, three in the morning. But it’s nice to have you close all the time, available to him whenever (almost whenever) he wants. He brings home takeout and you snuggle on the couch and he finally even convinces you to go out with him to a nice restaurant wearing something he’s bought and hot damn, do you look good, head-to-toe in the clothing he’s chosen for you. Especially, later that night, in private, in the lingerie. 

Does he love you? The word hasn’t left his lips yet, hasn’t crossed yours either, but he can feel it underneath the surface. No. It’s more than love. He wants you. He wants to have you. And not just for the afternoon or the summer, but forever. 

He spins daydreams about how he’ll clean you up nice and introduce you to the family. Probably to Harlan, first, because everyone knows that’s whose opinion really matters. Harlan will like you--he would probably like you without any primping or fixing, actually, which is more than he could say for his parents or anyone else in the family. Then once you’re in, you’re in--you’ll come to family dinners and vacation retreats where people always end up in ridiculous arguments, and you two can exchange snarky comments about the family on the ride home.

And yeah, sure. You fight sometimes.

He throws out your old clothes and buys you a wardrobe befitting someone he wants to integrate into his family. You fight about that.

He makes comments about you how you should quit your job or at least try to get a degree--he’ll pay, as long as you agree to go to a university within driving distance--to work somewhere more respectable than a chain restaurant. You fight about that.

He gets pissed when you want to meet some “friends” at a bar without him, because why would you need to go anywhere without your loving boyfriend in tow, unless you were trying to flirt with someone else? You definitely fight about that.

And, okay. Maybe he’s hypocritical.

Maybe he goes out late at night when you’re stuck doing your “freelancing work” and he’s in a rotten mood about it, and he ends up on the floor of a swanky club with drugs in his system and lipstick on his neck. He doesn’t come home until the next morning and you’re pissed and red-eyed and arguing with him, accusing him even, but you have no shitty apartment to stomp back to anymore so you’re stuck. 

Until you’re not stuck. Until he casually snoops through your phone and sees that you’re looking up cheap-ass apartments and hey, you’ve already booked a few interviews already. The thought of you slipping through his fingers makes him more sober than he’s been in a while. He’s got to do something. Not to himself, of course. But to you. To keep you with him.

It’s easy enough to get you fired. He’s a ‘Thrombey’ after all, and some nice crisp bills anonymously sent to the right hands is all it takes for you to come home one night, cheap mascara (he notes: buy you some better quality makeup soon) running down your cheeks. Your freelancing isn’t nearly enough to get you into an apartment.

He assumes that you’ll give up on the idea after losing your job, but you’re nothing if not stubborn (one of the reasons why he likes you) so you start the job hunt the next morning, fresh mascara in place. 

Damn, do you keep him busy. Anonymous calls. Cash in nice white envelopes. Rejection after rejection. You get so sad, so depressed. You don’t even want to go out to restaurants, so he orders in and you snuggle in his lap while he feeds you bites of orange chicken and rubs your back. It almost brings you two closer again, starts to mend the rifts that began when you refused to get over his occasional late night out.

But then you break the uneasy mending by snooping and woah, you don’t like what you find on his phone. 

You fight. 

Damn, do you fight. This time there’s no pretense of potential forgiveness as you begin wildly throwing your clothes into your ratty duffel bag from the back of the closet, telling him to fuck off fuck off fuck off, telling him he’s crazy, telling him that what he’s doing is fucking illegal and--

It’s the shock that hurts you the most.

The shock you feel when he grips your wrist hard and pushes back on your shoulder when you try to yank away, pushing you against the wall with a hard thud. It’s like having a rug pulled out from underneath your feet when you feel a slight ache in your back, on your shoulders, when you tell him to Let go, goddamn it and he only pushes back harder to keep you in place. It’s Ransom. It’s Ransom who’s doing this.

His voice feels unrecognizably cold when he leans in and hisses in your ear.

“You think you can just leave me? After all I’ve done for you? Let me tell you something--you won’t get another job within one hundred miles of here, within one thousand miles of here, unless I say you can. So just put your clothes back in the closet, chill the fuck out, and stop being such an ungrateful bitch.”

It’s the shock that makes you numbly hang your clothes back up in the closet, fold them again with shaking hands, and sit on the bed until the dam breaks and you cry.

And oh fuck, he’s sorry. Really. He wraps his arm around your shoulders and then he’s the one who’s crying and confessing that he didn’t want you leave him because yeah, he knows he’s a fuck up, he knows he’s got a drug problem, but he loves you. 

It’s the first time he’s ever said it out loud. He loves you. “I love you,” he says, again and again, half-laughing.  And he tells you you’re the only person he’s ever dated that made him want to be a better person but he doesn’t know how.

You don’t know what to say because maybe you do love him--but he hurt you and got you fired, but the tears on his face seem so genuine and he tells you he’ll never, ever hurt you like that again and fuck, he says, if you want to go get a job he’ll drive you to the interview right now just-let-him-blow-his-nose-first-please.

You make him sit down and then you’re the one apologizing and the rest of the afternoon is a shaky truce between you two as you drink hot chocolate and order in takeout and watch a movie together.

It’s not until you’re both under the sheets, satisfied and then showered, that you think about what he did to you in a clearer light. The thoughts weigh heavy on your mind, pulling and tugging. You think you might love him. He hurt you. He took care of you when no one else would. He cheated on you. 

I love you, he tells you, when your mind is starting to tug itself into sleep.

He hit you. He said he was sorry.

He hit you.

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