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astrophileous · 8 months

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Love Bugs (Pt. 06)

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Female Reader

Synopsis: You and Derek Morgan have an arrangement. At work, your relationship is strictly business. Under the sheets, it's all about pleasure. Nothing more, nothing less. Until, of course, your feelings start to get involved. Your situation is complicated enough without the unexpexted predicament that suddenly befalls upon you. But with a maniac serial killer on the loose, will you ever get the chance to make everything right?

Warning(s): cursing--there's a lot of it--like a lot, psychopathic behaviors, being held captive, verbal and physical violence, degrading nicknames, talks of death and unaliving someone, strangulation, PLS READ WITH CAUTION BECAUSE THIS PART IS REALLY GRIM I'M NOT EVEN KIDDING

Word Count: 4200-ish

Tag(s): I'm tagging everyone who requested to be tagged prior to the long hiatus, pls tell me if you'd like to NOT be included in the tag list for future updates, thanks! @marvelousgoldroses @jay-2s-world @whore-of-the-pumpkin-patch @maxinehufflepuffprincess @cat-or-kitten @littleshadow17 @itzz-me-duh @geeksareunique @paisleebubbles @whateverrrrrrrrs @crazyunsexycool @louderfortheback @wifeyofeveryone

Author's Note: HI EVERYONE HOW ARE YOU?? I know this is long overdue, but pls enjoy the new part of love bugs! I'm so happy to be posting again and I hope you like what I've got in plans for this series. I think we only have one or maybe two chapters left for this story (depending whether I want to write an epilogue or not lol) but in the meantime, pls enjoy this part and don't forget to LIKE+REBLOG+COMMENT !!! thank you 🌹

Love Bugs Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

The bullpen of FBI headquarters was still reeling in the aftermath of a Derek-Morgan-shaped hurricane.

Emily was just about to enter the vicinity again when she heard the tail end of Derek's furious words, right before Hotch had ordered him to retreat.

"What was that about?" Emily asked as she approached Rossi's side, eyes never straying from the two men who soon disappeared into Hotch's office.

Rossi never addressed Emily's question. Instead, he gestured for her--and everybody else in the room--to be quiet with a finger on his lips, before he pressed the unmute button on the telephone.

"Hello?"

The UnSub's head jerked at Rossi's unfamiliar voice. You were barely successful in getting him to calm down following Derek's unexpected outburst, but the sound of Rossi's voice was threatening to throw all of those poor attempts straight out of the window.

"Who is that?" he demanded warily. "Where's Agent Hotchner?"

"He had to step away for a second," Rossi notified. "I'm SSA David Rossi. I also work with Agent Hotchner and Agent (Y/L/N)."

"I know who you are."

"Yeah? I still don't know who you are, though."

A responding groan vibrated from the other line. "Why does everyone keep asking me that? Do you think I'm fucking dumb?"*

"No one thinks anything here, pal. Just wanted to know who I was speaking to, that's all." At the UnSub's clear signs of agitation, Rossi quickly added, "It'd be nice to know the person who clearly means a lot to (Y/N)."

Rossi's reassurance obviously managed to trigger the intended effect it had sought. Everyone could see how the UnSub physically deflated at Rossi's words, meaning that hopefully he was soon going to let his guard down.

"I can't tell you who I am," your assailant said, still adamant, although his resolve was wearing thin with each word he had stated. "You're just gonna use it to track me down and keep us apart."

The last syllable of his sentence was emphasized by the weight of his dagger on the side of your neck. You instinctively winced at the unwelcomed touch of the blade before schooling your expression once more so your captor wouldn't notice.

"I promise you, no one is going to do that," Rossi said.

"He's telling the truth," you decided to chime in, surprising everyone including the UnSub whose grip of the dagger had teetered dangerously closer to your pulse point at the sudden proclamation. "They are good people. They don't break promises or tell lies. I promise you, nothing will come between us."

The silence that fell next was heavy with the UnSub's hesitation. Bracing yourself, you forced your head to tilt back, locking eyes with him who was still standing like a guard dog right behind you.

"I swear, Darling," you vowed.

The lull in your voice--or perhaps the fact that you had called him darling in front of your team, which he could arguably take as a display of affection--must have stirred up something in his twisted mind. He actually preened at you before his eyes went right back towards the direction of the camera on the wall.

"My name is Arthur," he confessed.

A particular thread of memory in your brain immediately lit up.

Back in the bullpen, JJ and Spencer were finally returning with documents containing your phone records that they had promptly asked Kevin to gather. Spencer didn't waste any time before perching himself on his desk to start rummaging through the thick pile of files.

"Arthur?" Rossi repeated the name, eyes flicking over to Garcia with a silent request to start cross-referencing the name with the other names they had acquired so far in the investigation.

The tech analyst didn't need to be told twice. She began typing furiously on her laptop as Rossi's attention was drawn back towards the projector.

The UnSub hadn't moved an inch. His hand was still just as sturdy on your shoulder. The blade was also still just as cold as it pressed onto your skin.

One wrong move, and you would end up no better than a slaughter animal on the cold hard ground.

"Do you have a last name, Arthur?" Rossi asked.

The entire bullpen held their breath in anticipation. Rossi had planted the bait as strategically as he could. It was up to the UnSub to take it and slip up the one information that would give them a major lead to end this case once and for all.

But before the UnSub could respond, a muffled beeping resonated in the air, through the telephone line, and finally into the bullpen. The sound was enough to make your assailant faltered.

"I have to go."

It was the last thing he uttered before the line, along with the livestream, went completely dead.

The atmosphere was laden with restlessness as everyone tried to make peace with the fact that they had just lost the only mean of communication they had with you. Without the feed from the livestream, no one could possibly know what was going on. The team would have no idea if something were to happen to you.

They would have no idea how to determine whether you were alive or dead.

"Did you find anything yet, Garcia?" Rossi questioned, although in all honestly, it sounded more like a desperate plea.

The thick regret behind Garcia's eyes gave Rossi the answer he needed to know.

"I can't find any Arthur in our files, sir," Garcia informed.

"Anything from her phone records? What about the hospital?" Rossi tried again.

Emily shook her head almost remorsefully.

"Nothing yet," Spencer spoke up from his place on the desk. "Not a single thing stands out from her records."

"What now?" JJ sighed, exhaustion and worry beginning to decorate the lines on her face.

The whole bullpen stood still, as if everyone was waiting for a slice of miracle to descend into the room, holding a map that would eventually lead the team to where you were still being held captive. But such a map didn't exist in this piece of reality, and the BAU knew that they were running out of time.

"Garcia, did you record the livestream by any chance?" Spencer asked at last.

"Yeah, of course I did."

Penelope punched a few keys on her keyboard before the projector once again came alive with the footage from the livestream.

"Can you fast forward to the very end?" Spencer requested. "And then play it again backwards to the beginning."

"What are you thinking, Spence?" JJ wondered.

"I don't know. I just... maybe there's a detail we missed. At this point, even the smallest piece of clue is worth pursuing."

Several pair of eyes glued themselves on the screen as the livestream footage ran backward at a faster speed. Bated breaths waited in tension for just the tiniest hint that the team could scour to determine your location.

"Wait. What was that?" Spencer interjected. "Garcia, play that again."

"What? What is it?" Emily spoke up.

"Look at her hand." Spencer stood up from the desk, approaching the screen to get a better look. "She's knocking against the chair. Garcia, zoom in on her hand. The left one."

Penelope did as she was asked. "Is that--"

"It's morse code," Rossi muttered, realization overtaking his countenance.

"What is she saying?" JJ questioned.

"A-U--" Spencer began spelling out loud, "--T... Auto. She's spelling auto."

"Auto?" JJ's forehead creased. "As in... auto shop?"

"Her records said she went to a mechanic a week ago," Spencer recalled. JJ immediately rummaged through the papers on Spencer's desk, but the pages flipping inside of Spencer's mind moved at a thousand times more speed than any normal pair of eyes ever could. "Dinozzo's Auto Service, 894 Southwell Street."

"Got it," Penelope chimed in from her place in front of the laptop. "Dinozzo's Auto Shop. Originally owned by Carlo Dinozzo before it was passed down to his two sons after his death a year ago."

"Any of them named Arthur?" Rossi asked

"Nope. Luca and Piero."

"What about the employees?" Emily suggested.

"No. I'm not seeing any Arthur anywhere near that place."

"We profiled that the UnSub could be holding down a steady job in his everyday life," JJ said. "He might not even be related to that place. Maybe (Y/N) encountered him there by chance?"

"Nah, I doubt it." Rossi shook his head. "The bastard's too sophisticated to leave anything up to chance like that. He must have found a way to orchestrate it one way or another."

"There must be a connection somewhere, then. No way he just chose a random place off the map," Emily muttered. "We should cross-reference the name to anyone associated with the Dinozzos."

Penelope began to frantically type something into her laptop. "We've still got three names here. Oh, never mind. Two names, 'cause one of them is dead."

"What do we have on them?" Spencer asked.

"First is Arthur Doyle. He went to high school with Luca and Piero Dinozzo, works in a local company, and looks like he travels a lot for his job," Penelope explained. "There's also an Arthur Harrison, works as an accountant in the heart of Arlington. His dad and Carlo Dinozzo were long-time pals. Apparently, his dad was an accountant too and used to handle the shop's finances before Arthur inherited the office. Oh."

"What? What'd you find?"

"Arthur was engaged," Penelope murmured, "to a Claire Dumont. They were gonna get married last year but the wedding was called off just one month before the D-day."

"Where's Claire now?" JJ asked.

"She moved to Ohio shortly after the breakup, and... oh my God. Guess what?" Penelope looked up, her eyes widening almost comically. "She just announced her engagement three months ago."

Spencer hummed. "That could be the stressor."

An image of a woman suddenly appeared on screen, right above the paused footage of your hand. Everyone stared at the picture in shock.

"That's Claire Dumont," Penelope murmured.

JJ held her breath. "She and (Y/N) could be sisters."

"We've found our guy," Rossi declared. "Garcia, pull up every known address associated with this man. And hurry, we don't have much time."

"I have three properties so far connected to Arthur Harrison. Sending the addresses to all of your phones."

As JJ, Spencer, and Rossi rushed to exit the bullpen, Emily turned around and called out to the others, "I'm grabbing Morgan and Hotch!"

Without stopping to knock, Emily pushed open the door to Hotch's office, ignoring the slivers of tension dancing around in the air.

"We may have something," Emily announced to the room. "We think we know where (Y/N) is."

Your assailant--Arthur, as it turned out--pulled his phone out and pressed a few buttons in, silencing the beeping. Once the noise was gone, the room was quiet again.

He looked at you, then. Piercingly. You squirmed underneath his scrutiny.

"Wait here," he eventually said. "I'll be back."

Without taking a second to breathe, Arthur flew past you and towards the direction he had appeared from earlier.

"Wait! Wait. Where are you going?"

The sound of steps ceased on top of concrete. You waited with bated breath for his response. But the only sound ever came was that of the metal door, and as quickly as you could count to three, he was gone.

At last, you were alone once more.

The traces of adrenaline had begun to dissipate out of your system, leaving you in a shivering mess inside that damp concrete room. Once again, you attempted with all of your might to free yourself from the state of confinement you were in. But the metal cuffs binding you to the chair only dug further into your skin the more you tried to escape, while the chair itself stayed nailed in place no matter how hard you tried to rock it.

After a few more minutes of futile attempts, you were forced to face the reality of your situation.

You were never going to get yourself out of that dingy place alone.

Huffing a breath, you knew that there was nothing more you could do except to hope that your team found the hidden message you had left for them to solve.

And with that last thought conquering every room your head, you let yourself succumb to the impending darkness.

You woke up gasping for air.

It took you a few seconds to remember where you were, to remember that you weren't back in the comfort of your apartment and instead, you were still holed up in the darkened cold room where your abductor had been keeping you captive.

It took a few seconds more to realize that the drowning dream you just had might have been a tad bit more real than you initially thought.

Still reeling in shock, you peered up and locked eyes with your abductor, eyes barely registering the empty bucket he was holding in one of his hands. It didn't take a genius to conclude that he was the one responsible for your drenched state.

"W-what?" you stuttered meekly. "What's going on?"

He only stared at you in response.

"Arthur?"

You shrieked loudly when Arthur threw the empty bucket against the wall, sending a resounding "bang" throughout the whole room and breaking the plastic object into two misshaped pieces.

"Arthur--" you gasped, searching for your voice that seemed to have disappeared beneath the layers of brewing fear, "--w-what... what are you... what's going on? Talk to me."

"I don't want to talk to you, you fucking bitch."

The beating inside your chest fastened. Before you could ask yet another question, Arthur had lunged forward, grabbing a fistful of your hair and tugging your head back so you could stare directly into his eyes.

"You're a fucking liar," he seethed. "You lied to me. Everything you said was a lie, wasn't it?!"

"I don't--" you hissed, trying to ignore the biting pain in your scalp, "--I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Stop fucking lying!!!"

A sharp smack reverberated in the air.

It was only when the ringing in your ear grew louder did you realize that Arthur had slapped your cheek.

Hard.

Ignoring the tingling on the side of your face, you lifted your head once more. The room was spinning, tilting your balance left and right, but you held your ground through it all.

"What did I lie to you about, Arthur?" you asked carefully.

He threw something at your feet. It clanged against the hard ground below before landing face up near your toes.

It was your phone.

But the fact that Arthur somehow had your phone in his possession wasn't what caused the sick feeling to stir northward in your belly.

It was what you were seeing on the now cracked screen of your phone: a picture of you and Derek. A selfie that you had impulsively taken of the two of you in bed after one of your nighttime escapades.

For awhile there, you had briefly forgotten about that photo. It was another lost memory in the ocean of rubble left behind in the wake of your fallout with Derek. Seeing that photo again after such a long time triggered waves of emotions that you had been desperately burying for the past few weeks.

The longing, the guilt, the heartache.

The regrets.

The regret of ending your little arrangement so abruptly in such a hostile manner. The regret of not telling Derek sooner about the baby. The regret of maybe never being able to see Derek for one last time.

But most importantly, it was the regret over not revealing the truth of what your heart felt for him that was eating you alive.

"You're fucking him," Arthur fumed, eyes blazing with an indescribable fury that made your entire body shudder.

"Arthur, please... I can explain--"

"Shut the fuck up."

He stepped forward once more, crowding your personal place and rendering you helpless underneath his psychopathic gaze.

"Tell me the truth, and if you dare lie--" Arthur paused, his hand disappearing behind his back before it appeared again with a dagger that he promptly pressed against your abdomen, "--don't ever dream of meeting your child."

"Okay. Okay, I'll tell you the truth."

"You're fucking him, aren't you?"

The bile in your throat had tripled in size. Swallowing it down, you tried to even your voice out as you answered, "I was."

"Ha," he scoffed. "I knew it. You fucking whore. You're no better than any of them."

To your relief, he eventually chose to retract the dagger and stepped away from you, opting to circle the room like a distressed lion in a cage. But even with the blade no longer touching your skin, you knew very well that the danger wasn't over yet and that things could escalate even further in a matter of seconds if you weren't careful.

"Arthur," you called out to him softly, slowly, as to not startle him and risk doing something that would trigger a psychotic break. "Arthur, please. You have to listen to me. That arrangement ended long ago. It meant nothing to me. It happened long before I met you."

Arthur's voice echoed coldly as he replied, "I don't believe you."

"Please, Arthur--"

"That's his child, isn't it?" he cut you off, pointing the tip of the dagger at your belly. "What he said on the phone. He said my child. That's because it's his. You're having Derek Morgan's child."

"No--"

"I thought you were different. I thought you were the one." The dagger in his hand shook with venom. "But you're just the same as the rest of them."

"I'm not. Please, I'm not--"

"I have to start searching again. For the one. You're not her, which means she's still out there."

"Arthur--"

"I'll have to get rid of you."

"Arthur, please!" Your voice cracked, leaking of terror and desperation larger than anything you had ever known. When something wet touched the side of your nose, you realized then that you had started to cry. "Arthur, you have to believe me. I've ended everything with him. There's nothing between us anymore."

The words you uttered kept lingering in the air in a bubble made out of despair. But as if every single one of them had fallen on deaf ears, your captor paid no attention to them. Not even a single acknowledgment to your pleas.

Instead, he had begun taking careful steps forward. Silent and deadly, like a predator stalking its prey.

"Arthur, please! I choose you!"

To your shock, his steps faltered upon your words.

For a moment, you could taste relief on the tip of your tongue before it was washed away by the knowledge that you were not entirely out of the woods yet. But from the corner of your eye, you could see the slight loosening of Arthur's grip around the dagger. It filled you with enough hope to push forward.

"I'm choosing you, Arthur," you stated confidently, trying to convince him of your sincerity. "I don't care about Derek. I'm done with him. I'm done with my old life and everyone in it. I'm ready to leave everything behind to be with you. I choose you."

"You choose me?"

"Yes. I choose you to take care of me. To take care of this baby. The three of us can be a family. How does that sound?"

Seconds ticked into minutes. Minutes stretched into a long silence. The anticipation threatened to break your chest in half.

When he finally began to move once more, Arthur surprised you. He threw the dragger towards a darkened corner in the room, far away from his reach and, most importantly, far away from the possibility of it harming the growing life inside of you.

When Arthur took off the ski mask he had been wearing since the first time you opened your eyes in that harrowing place, you weren't at all surprised to see the face staring back at you. After all, it was the same face belonging to the man who had stopped his car for you when your own car had mysteriously broken down in the middle of the road just around two weeks prior. The same face who offered a business card of his friend's auto shop where you eventually went to get your vehicle fixed.

In retrospect, you should have been at least a little bit suspicious by the whole ordeal, but was it really your fault for choosing to put your trust in the good of humanity?

You knew there was no point in dwelling over what-ifs anymore. Arthur would've found a way, like any psychopath would, and you would've still ended up being tied up in this dismal room with him.

"Did you mean it?" Arthur asked.

You put on your best fake smile before answering, "Yes."

He grabbed you in his arms in just two long strides.

You wanted to throw up. You hated the feeling of his fingers stroking your back. You wanted to kick him away and get this piece of shit as far away from you and your baby as possible. You wanted to rid yourself of the lingering smell of him that had now undoubtedly transferred into your skin.

And maybe, you would've done all of those things if it was only your life that was on the line.

Unfortunately, fighting back was a luxury you couldn't afford anymore. So, you were forced to stay quiet instead, letting your captor whisper sweet nothings in your ear as if it didn't repulse you even being in the same room as him.

You were close to counting towards the 200s in your head when, suddenly, a clanking noise in the distance ripped your attention away.

In a split second, Arthur had peeled his arms from around you and got back on his feet. You knew then that he must have heard it, too.

You watched as he stepped away, dragging a crate from one corner of the room and placing it strategically underneath the only opening on the walls. He got on top of the crate to allow himself to peek outside, but whatever he saw must have startled him greatly. Because the next thing you knew, he had backed away from the wall in the blink of an eye, face crumpling in what could only be described as panic.

"The cops are here," he managed to sputter out.

"What?"

Your heart was hammering inside of its cage. The cops are here. You realized then that the team must have solved the clue you left them. They had solved the case, and they were coming to save you.

Derek was coming to save you.

"What did you do?!"

In a moment of weakness, you had allowed yourself to rejoice in the promise of freedom that you momentarily forgot you actually hadn't possessed it yet. The slip-up was miniscule, but it wasn't fleeting enough to escape the attention of your captor.

"You tricked me!" Arthur's voice boomed throughout the room, carrying rage unlike anything you had ever known. "I trusted you, and you lied to me! Again."

"Arthur--"

This time, there was no room for negotiation.

Arthur didn't even waste a millisecond before he dove forward. He was a lion, and you were the deer. His sharp teeth were calloused fingers, and they dug into your skin as Arthur tightened his grip around your throat.

"You lied to me. You lied to me."

He repeated those words like a mantra, his voice drowned out by desperate gasps as you tried to scour for what little bit of air you could still revel in. Your feet and arms shook beneath their restrains. Your head pounded from the pressure that had gathered inside your skull.

In that moment, death was imminent.

You could feel it coming. You could feel its claws clutching every single drop of life that was still remaining in your bloodstream. It was a battle between the two, and unfortunately, death was winning.

As the dark spots in your vision spread into a massive blotch, you allowed yourself to say goodbye. To life. To the world. To the memories of your loved ones whose faces you wished you could've memorized one last time.

To Derek, the one who could've been, the one you wished had been.

And to the child in your womb, the one you wished you could've met, the one you wished you could've saved.

When darkness came, you expected it to be cold and unforgiving, but as it turned out, darkness was easy. Simple. It welcomed you into its home with open arms, shielding you from the cruelties of the mundane world.

As it pulled you deeper into its abode, you could faintly hear the sound of your name being called repeatedly. It sounded similar. It sounded like home.

But this was your home now, so without turning back, you allowed darkness to lead you further down the dim path. Away from the pain and the heartbreaks of life. Far from the evil that lurked in the streets behind their well-crafted masks.

In the darkness, there was nothing.

In the darkness, you were nothing.

And nothing was exactly what you were going to be.

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alwaysshallow · 3 months

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how you get the girl

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x female reader

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You spend Valentine's Day with your best friend, perfectly oblivious to his feelings to you. (3k)

A/N: an exchange gift for @tokusho!! hope you like it; Kyle is a sweetheart!! a sweetheart that loved you from the very start, it would be proper to say. I wouldn't be myself if I wouldn't include smut in it lmao

People love winter for multiple reasons.

First, school doesn't bug them that much. Sure, there’s always something to do, but it’s calmer around Christmas time and February, when all of the exams are over. Time for yourself, learning new hobbies or expanding current ones. Cute.

It's also the best to spend this time on travelling—around the world or near the area someone lives in. No matter where, it’s good to take a breath and visit your family or friends, too.

Or just to wander around your town, taking in nature and thinking about mundane things, far from the school, far from the boring reality someone is in. When you can just be amazed by the view right in front of you, thinking how small the world really is, how grateful you are to be here.

Secondly, it's a cozy season. You can get lost in watching those silly romcom movies, trying to bake something edible from the various cooking shows that are out here. Wanting to be at least half as good as Gordon Ramsay is, or to serve the best cake in the world. Everyone makes it so effortless, it’s only natural to want to try it too.

Does it work?

Well, based on your own experience, you're certainly better at it, but cinnamon rolls are by far the best thing you can make—mostly because it can't be too sweet. And your main problem? Making things way too sweet. Not because you like it that way, not because you have someone who likes it that way, you just… Well, let's say, you like to skip the amount of things you have to add.

Everything is "on eye" and maybe it works with cooking, but certainly not baking.

All of those reasons could be your reasons why you would like winter. Could—because you have one that is way more important than baking or being alone.

Because this is the season when you see Kyle Garrick after months of being apart. You see his dumb smile whenever you open the door for him, how happy he is to be here. How he literally can’t wait to step into your house and be here for a couple of weeks since that’s how he uses his leave. Couple of days for other friends and catching around. The rest is for you.

Kyle is your friend from high school. Years spent together in the same classes, parties, he was—still is—a dear friend that had your back, and you had his, always, no matter how shitty the situation was.

Inseparable, that’s what you were. Attending the same practices, no matter if it was a football one, art classes or something else; you always were here for a good laugh, especially if you sucked at some activities.

Everyone around always saw you together. There were even a few rumors about you two dating, but it never came down to this, to being together despite years of flirting and a few innocent kisses, there and there. You two didn’t even talk about this, much to your dismay.

Maybe you would, if he didn’t leave for the military. Tough separation, leaving you on ice with no one to help you to get up and get your shit together because life doesn’t only depend on one boy that you’re hopelessly devoted to. Took a couple of months, but you eventually got used to it—being with him for a couple of days or weeks to see him leaving for another couple of months. Weeks.

You sometimes wonder if he has someone out there. Waiting there for him in the military, even if it’s forbidden at some point. Or, maybe he has some medic that always patches him up after the missions, a small smile at her lips, keeping his secrets. Keeping his bed warm, making the whole thing easier because she’s always gonna be around. No matter what.

“—and he’s just a moron.”

But maybe if he did have someone, he wouldn’t spend Valentine’s Day with you.

You look up at him, a confused look on your face, but you manage to give him a smile. He probably talks about the movie that you two are watching; a classic romcom, Love Actually, but you’re not sure. You got too lost in your thoughts to know who he is calling a moron and give it more than a second of your thinking.

He seems to know that. An arch of his eyebrows exposes him, appearing when he always thinks of something a little too much. Military habit, he once explained, but it makes you chuckle every time.

“Who’s a moron?” you ask, deciding not to act dumb—it wouldn’t work in front of him. Not when he knows the pattern of your thoughts, not when you two know each other inside out.

“Him. I would give up on a girl that’s taken, sure, especially if she’s nothing but eye candy. A stupid desire that would end the friendship. But he literally filmed her through the entire wedding,” he mutters, his fingers curling slowly the ends of your hair. He repeats the action several times, even if he talks. You think it’s soothing him in some way. “She had to mean everything for him.”

“It’s about the art of letting go. She was in love with his best friend, it’s… not that simple.” You shrug; for some reason, Kyle barks a laugh at that. Startled, you punch him with your elbow and you take a little distance. “What? You don’t agree? Come on, you wouldn’t do it.”

“Well, ‘m not the one to do it normally, but if I’d be obsessed enough to keep my eyes only on her, I might as well give it a better chance before she gets married,” he huffs. If you didn’t know him like you do, you’d suspect that there's a bitterness somewhere in it, the way he says it. Mad, almost like it’s about him, and a single thought about it makes you sick in your stomach. “Wouldn’t you?”

You gulp. It feels like an interrogation, not a simple talk between two best friends about a romantic comedy that you just watched. There’s a hardness in his tone, demand for answer. “No. I’d put his happiness before mine. If he’s happy, if he has plans that don't involve me in some way, maybe that’s only right. Especially if it’s like this for some time right now.”

It’s not the confession itself, it’s not your feelings with your heart that you put on a silver platter for him to take, but it speaks. It screams, suffocated so many years under the water because you don’t want to ruin anything that’s between you two. Maybe it would be easier in high school, maybe before that prom where he went with Lizzie instead of you, but it didn’t happen.

So, in your mind, it’s something that needs to be buried deep. Six feet underground, where you could meet your feelings from time to time with all the memories that followed it. When you’d eventually move on, but it doesn’t happen.

A small ding in the kitchen rescues you from the fiasco that could happen with this conversation; suddenly, you have to check on your cookies and decorate them, as you always have. Year by year, something sweet; a recompensation for being single so many years in a row.

It doesn’t take much time to have Kyle looming over you like a vulture, curious what you have here. It doesn’t take much time for him to help you; clumsily, but he does a cute job with decorating, even if it’s way too much cream there and there. You have no heart to tell him that, though. And, it doesn’t take him much time to think that’s way too boring for now, so he should do something different.

Something different: dance with you, like he always has. An old song playing from his phone, one hand on your waist, while the other hand travels to make you move. He doesn’t talk (he never does when you two dance, not unless you’re gonna start doing that), he just looks at you. Chocolate brown eyes staring into yours, like they’re trying to see something in yours.

“Boyfriend material,” you could say; and you do, without realizing it at first—Kyle’s smile gives it away.

“I mean, can’t say no to that.” He grins, happy. You, right now, want to kill yourself in some way. “I’m pretty useful in many ways, if I have to say so myself. I mean, just think of how many times you’ve been impressed with me already.” He chuckles, turning you around and around with seemingly no problem. He’s always like this; charming, boyish. Making you fall right into the trap with his eyes, straight up from a fairytale.

He is, in fact, from a fairytale. Too perfect to be real and too perfect to be single, guys like him are always snatched from the public. Kept close the heart because every woman in the world deserves someone like him.

“Your ego could be tempered, though.” You poke his chest (ridiculously hard chest), while he laughs again.

“Always charming. You love my ego,” he points out. You might not agree out loud, but in your mind? Oh, hell yes. Not debatable.

You’d give everything to love him properly. To cherish him, to make him happy when he’s on leave with kisses, gifts, with taking him to your family so he’ll have a scrap of normal life. To wake up beside him in bed, arms sneaked around you with a dose of protectiveness that he always has, even if it’s not the romantic one like you want it to be.

“And you’re thinking way too much, pretty,” he chuckles, leaning over you even more. The size difference between you two is evident and big, encouraging him. Always had, especially when he knows how much of an impact he has like that. “Care to share?”

“Usual shit,” you answer, clearing your throat. Two beats of silence pass, when he sighs and turns you around one more time, pulling you closer to himself. Chest to chest, or—your head to his chest, to be exact. You have to look up at him to see his eyes. “Kyle—”

“—is it about that movie we watched? You love someone that you can’t have?” He shoots a question at you; unexpected, a swift bullet going right through you. Making you tremble, feeling like you’re not in a warm house, but in the busy, cold street in London in your underwear only.

“No, it’s—”

“—Because if so, why didn’t you tell me? I bet there’s a way—”

“—there’s no way, that’s the problem. That’s the problem because you’re funny, handsome and you probably have someone here, way more interesting than me, so I don’t understand why you are here right now. I don’t, I won’t…” You breathe. There’s a lot in you right now, way too much to unload it right now.

“You love me?”

The choice of words, so carefully avoided by you the whole time, dawns on you. Makes an unpleasant feeling in your stomach, the presence of thousands of butterflies informing you that, in fact, you do love him. Always had, even if you denied to use these specific words.

“Since high school.” It’s a quiet confession. Almost shy, but you look him straight in the eye when you say that, taking a step back when he takes a step forward.

“And why you… didn’t tell me sooner?”

“Wanted to. But when you took that girl to the prom, something…” You sigh. Taking a moment because for the first time, you need to be honest about your feelings. “I don’t know, something snapped. I thought it would ruin everything between us, I thought it’s not worth it to say that I want something more when you want someone else. And, after you got around the idea of being in the military—”

He steals the rest of the words with a kiss. Soft, indicating you don’t need to say more than you’ve already said because it’s all he needs to know, actually. It’s the first time he does it completely sober, not driven by alcohol, curiosity or some dare—it’s something that he wants to do, and you can feel it on your lips. The hot feeling of desire, when your hands travel under his t-shirt, where you didn’t have access earlier.

“Took her only because Jake said he’s going with you. I had no idea that he was lying,” he whispers out. Nervous, like he might spill some secret, while you just can’t keep yourself from smiling. “I wanted this,” he points at you and himself after another kiss, “since I’ve fuckin’ left. Got sick thinking of other bloody bastards that could—”

“Thinking too much?” you interrupt him, reminding him of his words from earlier. Words that, right now, seem even more appropriate given the situation between you two and how unimportant the past is.

Garrick huffs with disbelief, amused. “A fucking minx you are, y’know that?”

He doesn’t let you say anything in response, as his teeth clack against yours when he kisses you, hastily, like a man starved. Hands going around your waist just to transfer the two of you to your bedroom, decorated for Valentine's Day, unintentionally.

And maybe it makes sense, when you think of everything he has done for you, when he’s on top of you, placing a map of kisses on your body. Maybe it makes sense how he always brought you something on Valentine’s Day, making you feel special. Always saying that it’s a “commercial event” and nothing else, just a day, even if he always brought you flowers, teddybears and chocolates.

How he always spent it on doing your favorite things. Ice rink, going to a match, movies, it didn’t matter—what mattered was you. How he didn’t deny that you’re a couple when some strangers cooed that you two look absolutely perfect with each other. Only a big smile on his face, arm around you, protectively. Making sure that you’re here with him, not anywhere else.

He always keeps you close, even right now, insisting on holding hands when he fucks you, making you fall in love with the idea. Kyle moves slowly, like he wants to remember every inch of your body for the first time you’re so close with him, but it doesn’t last long. It doesn’t because it takes a couple of your moans and he goes mad crazy about the whole thing.

Between the sudden rough, fast pace of his thrusts, he talks a lot. You don’t get much of it, melted into a puddle of your own thoughts; you wanted it so bad. Fantasized, touched yourself to the thought of him to have him right here, right now, and now he’s rutting into you like a maniac. Spreading you open like it’s not even a challenge for him, which makes it easy to ignore the first pain of his cock in you.

When one of his hands circles around your throat (one hand still holding yours, fingers intertwined, like he insisted on doing), you pay more attention to his words, even if they’re incoherent. Messy, he lets every thought flow out of his mind, no matter if they have end or not, no matter if he said something similar or not. You are the one thing that entangles them, even if his words make you feel more and more weak in your knees. How good you are for him, how he’s not gonna give this pussy to anyone, how much your body will make him lose his shit.

He makes the whole thing way more intimate than it already is, luring you into the endless pleasure with him, when he leaves hickeys on your skin, a mark that he was here. Making you depend on him, intoxicating like a couple of colorful drinks, always making you dizzy, but nonetheless, you always want more, until you’re gonna see stars.

And that’s what you see with Kyle Garrick. It doesn’t even feel real, until your fingernails scratch his bare back and your fingers from the other hand tighten around his. Your legs are weak for him, your whole body is.

You feel it twice as hard when he comes too, babbling the whole time about you being the only woman in his life and marrying you. In a bliss, you only smile, kissing his forehead a couple of times, when he hugs you tight, like he doesn’t want you to leave the bed.

Not like you planned to do it anyway.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he murmurs against your shoulder, moving a little; you feel how his cum leaks from you. His softened cock still in you, as Garrick apparently doesn’t feel like pulling it out.

“The best Valentine’s Day,” you correct him with a lazy smile on your face. Content, for the first time in the while.

Garrick nods, slowly. “Yeah. Ended up in having sex, so—”

“—you’re the worst,” you laugh, shaking your head. Kyle seems almost scared for a moment, but when he sees that you’re genuinely laughing, he breathes out. “Only because of that? Not because your best friend basically confessed her feelings to you?”

“That too. Obvious option.” He grins, while you smack him with amusement. Kyle bites your shoulder, leaving another mark, while his other hand ruffles your hair.

You groan. “You’re gonna explain it tomorrow to my parents. All those hickeys and bites, young man.”

“You think they’re gonna be mad? Gonna tell them we’re together and they will ask about children,” he laughs; and he’s completely right about it, though. Your parents were cheering for you two from the start, they probably still do. “Anyway, we should order something. I don’t feel like cooking when I have you in bed.”

You huff, amused. “Romantic.”

“Very,” he snides, pulling you closer. His hand travels south, fingers circling near your clit. “Delivery will take some time, so we have to… make use of the time. You tired yet?”

“No, but—”

“—Fantastic.”

#kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick x reader #gaz x you #cod x reader #cod smut #kyle gaz garrick smut #gaz cod #kyle garrick fluff #kyle garrick smut #kyle garrick x you

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swampstew · 9 months

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Can I request Buggy with Fluff N3 for the event? Thank you!! ❤️❤️❤️

Hello anon❤️ Thank you for your submission and patience! I hope you get a chance to read this :) You requested fluff, subtle intimacy, and I give you: [ Simple Touches ] Bandaging/stitching up an injury

Oh Captain, My Captain Buggy

Warnings: None. Fluff and cute stuffs. Ended up sorta sweet n' romantic in a way I wasn't anticipating but Buggy deserves it tbh, cutie but wet n' pathetic King of the Pirates❤️ Word count: 1.1K

“OOOOOWWWWW!”

You push through the pained howls of your Captain as you stitch up his latest injuries. For a man who had eaten the chop-chop fruit, he sure got brutally chopped up by other people more than he should reasonably be.

To be fair, his latest network of contacts involved some intense and no-nonsense individuals. Two in particular who seem to have a rather tight hold on his gorgeous blue head as he did their bidding and processed their contracts.

“DAMNIT Y/N that HURTS!” Buggy hollers at you, tears spilling down his face in pure agony. It makes your heart break. Still you push on.

“It will hurt more if it festers and worsens. Then we’d have to seriously chop pieces off you,” you chide him gently, done with pushing the needle through the tail end of the long gash on his chest. “This is going to sting a bit but I’ll count down from 3. 3—” you tightened the sutures securely before he could hold his breath.

“YYYYEEEEOOOOOWWWW!!!!” his head flew from his neck, as did his hands and feet from his body. “GRR!! YOU ENJOYED THAT TOO MUCH!” he spit at you.

You give him an unimpressed look, “You know that that’s not true. Now get back here. You have some wounds on your face and right hand that need to be disinfected and bandaged. If you can make it through without any complaints, I’ll give you a treat. Sound good?”

His head reattaches to his head but his hand floats down to grip his chin, “A treat? What kind of treat?”

“A nice one. We got a deal?”

With a nod, Buggy reassembles himself and sits still as you inspect each cut and bruise. Washing away the dirt and dried blood, applying a salve on the wounds, and wrapping each one in a bandage or long, woven cotton wrap to soak up any leaking from the cuts. A hushed song brews in your throat and without realizing it, you start to emit the tune from your lips as you patch him up.

Buggy watches you closely as you lightly hum to yourself while you work. Normally, he would literally talk his ass off about anything and everything – but watching you treat him so tenderly has his mouth dry and his mind quiet. Trying to understand the feelings in his chest that you cause him to have with your firm but kind personality. Not understanding why you treat him with such dignity and warmth despite his antics; you’re one of the few people who sees through his bullshit but you also accept it, encourage it even. In his brain playing back all his interactions with you over the last year that you’ve been on his crew to better understand what your deal is.

His eyes bug out of his head for a moment, a memory unearthing itself. With Alvida.

“I think the new doc likes you, Bugs,” she tilted her cowboy covered head at Buggy. When he gave her a confused look, she scoffed and used her head to gesture at you sitting at the bar with his most trusted men. “You’re telling me that you’ve NEVER noticed how much time they manage to spend with you, or how they always talk you up? That they know almost everything about you that not even your own crew knows about?” Buggy scoffed, “Most of my crew are idiots, why would I tell those morons anything?” Alvida gave him a bewildered look, “Then why do you share anything with the doc?” “I don’t share EVERYTHING!” “Oh no? So you haven’t spilled to them how Emperor Shanks is the only man you can respect as the next King of the Pirates?” His hands flew to her face and smothered her speech, “QUIET YOU DAMN WOMAN!”

Buggy felt like an idiot.

That was maybe three months ago.

“All done. You should heal up in no time but if you feel worse, you know where to find me.”

Buggy brought his hand to the back of his neck, “Yeah. Sure.” He wasn’t sure how to pivot from being a crybaby patient to a flashy guy with rizz when he suddenly felt…overly aware of how he acts around you. To be perceived by you and now knowing that you were perceiving him.

“Wh-where’s my treat?”

“Oh that’s right I do owe you a nice one. Wait right here.”

His mind is racing a mile a minute, trying to plan, trying to scheme a charming personality in 2-seconds flat as he watches you go to your desk and pull out a dark bottle. Buggy didn’t notice how attractive your face is as he did just now. He always thought you were the most attractive in the crew in general, but now he was seeing your face. And he found that…he actually quite liked it.

Your step falters are you become aware of his intense stare. You feel…insecure suddenly. Is there something gross on your face or scrubs? Does he not like liquor suddenly? Oh no, is your hair messy?? With a trembling hand you tuck some loose hair behind your ear and lightly touch your scrub as you present the bottle.

“An aged rum that I nicked from our last raid. I hear it’s a grossly expensive brand.”

Buggy took the bottle and rolls it in his hands quietly, not saying anything at all. You watch him nervously, anxiety eating at your gut, a hot flush spreading behind your ears and the back of your neck. You know for a fact that Buggy likes expensive things, no matter what it is. Even if he hates what it actually is, like that time he tried bull fighting fish caviar. He was laid up in your office for a week after that one. He still keeps a preserved jar around, just so he can say he has it on hand.

“I hear it goes well with steak, or something,” you mumble, confidence draining away slowly.

He perks up to that, “Steak? Oh yeah, yes that does sound like a good pairing.” He stands up from the cot and shifts on his feet.

Buggy the Star Clown is shooting his shot.

“If I make Cabaji cook up a few steaks, would you…be interested in joining me for dinner? A flashily impromptu date?”

Your eyes nearly bug out of your head, that being the last thing you expect to hear from him. You had been certain that you would have to ask him out yourself with all the hints and nudges you gave him in the past seemed to go, well, right over his head.

“Oh! Y-yes that sounds nice!”

Smiling, Buggy turns to exit. Passing through the threshold he turns back to add, “I’ll pick you up at your cabin later. Escort you to the dining hall and all that jazz.” He ducks out of the room.

You’re glad he isn’t there anymore because your knees weaken and you grab the cot in support. Thrilled, you look at your schedule and decide to close up early. The injured would have to stay injured on their time, you had an important date tonight.

#buggy the clown #buggy x reader #oh captain my captain mini event #eustasscaptainkid #swampstew bedtime stories #swampstew #swampstew stories #anon asks #buggy the star clown #captain buggy

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morganbritton132 · 1 year

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Ahh I love your emtts I catch up on every day like it's my evening newspaper 😂 Speaking of I just saw the response where you mentioned Robin and Steve saying hi to their FBI agents and that's hilarious

Like the idea that Robin and Steve are so used to being bugged that they say hi to the FBI, Steve is vehemently against Alexa, doesnt have much of a social media presence (aside from Facebook) and is still futile trying to stop Eddie from breaking his NDA because Eddie may only have one Steve signed FOUR is so funny in the context of this au where Eddie just tells tiktok Steve has mommy issues 😂 The contrast is just so funny to me

But anyway. I absolutely love your au and all the details you've put into it and I hope you don't feel too much pressure when you get responses like this. Hope you have a good day

No pressure felt at all! I absolutely love being sent stuff like this. I think it’s so cool that people pick up on little world building things and expand on them because those are my favorite things to write. I’ve always found something really fascinating about grounding a character into a realism that’s just kinda mundane. I think it’s neat and I think it’s cool that other people see it and seem to like it.

It's like the saga has it’s own fandom and I love it.

After Starcourt, Steve and Robin started signing off their phone calls with “Bye Steve/Bye Robin/Bye FBI agent bugging my phone” because sometimes there was this weird staticky sound on the line when they talked.

And sure, maybe it was because the mall fire caused significant damage to the power grin and everything was flickering and staticky that summer. Maybe it was Steve’s second concussion of the year still ringing around his head. It’s funnier to imagine that it’s an FBI agent sitting in some hot sweaty van listening to them talk about girls and minimum wage jobs.

“Holy shit,” Steve said one night, cutting Robin off in their ever-depressing job search. “We’ve talked about girls.”

“Uh, yeah? Did you forget?”

“That means that you came out to me and the FBI, Buckley.”

Steve actually told Robin that the FBI monitors them for a bit after every Upside Down event. They patch you up and give you an NDA, and then they watch you for a while to see if you’re a traitor to your country. That’s just common sense.

Dustin overheard him and said that this was real life and not a bad spy movie. Steve was just being paranoid.

Steve’s just like, “Oh yeah, if I’m so paranoid then why was there a weird van in the school parking lot when I l picked you up from your nerd club? That’s classic FBI.”

“You mean Eddie Munson’s van???”

Eddie signed the NDA but he’s never taken it seriously.

The first thing he did after he left the hospital was write a song about Vecna. He still preforms that song to this day. The artwork for their first album cover was a drawing of a demo-bat. That album sold over two million records.

Eddie’s never had a secret that he hasn’t told. Sometimes Eddie starts talking and he doesn’t know what’s going to come out and other times, he outs his husband’s mommy issues to his audience of six million.

Eddie will start a live stream like, “Ask me anything, I’m an open book.”

Steve’s just like, “Babe.”

“Sorry, Steve said I’m not allowed to be an open book.”

(Side note: It is very important to me that the only social media that Steve has is Facebook because (1) it’s a mom’s social media and (2) it’s unsecure as fuck. Not only is Facebook spying on you but it’s selling information. I just think it’s so funny that Steve won’t get an Alexa but he’ll give all his pictures and location to Mark Zuckerberg.)

#Steve: stop we’re going to get arrested for treason or something #Eddie: for saying that El’s fucked up brother’s dog attacked you in the junkyard? that’s just the truth baby #eddie munson tiktok saga #eddie munson #steve harrington

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alicelufenia · 3 months

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Testing new ways to recruit Minthara in Patch 6 - Part 2 (KO without being temporarily hostile)

The first part of this series taught me a lot about the changes to Minthara's recruitment conditions. I was fully expecting it to simply be easier to keep her temporarily hostile, but now that we know that any knock out condition will suffice

This means it's now possibly easier to recruit her than ever before.

For this next test I tried fighting her the old fashioned way, how lots of people may have done it and how I had hoped it would work from the start; talk to her at the goblin camp, reject her command to raid the grove, and knock her out as a result, regardless of whatever hostility level the game mechanics say.

What sentence will always start a fight? - "Hey, wanna start a fight?"

I even made sure they were able to hit the wardrum too, the bane of many an honor mode attempt at a Minthara recruitment.

And look at that, it still worked!

Also she didn't bug out this time, so inviting her to kill the guards together worked just fine.

One thing to note, if you do it her way of slaughtering your way out of the prison, you'll aggro the rest of the tower. You wanna sneak out the doors to the dock, and there's a path that will lead away from the tower. After returning to camp with Minthara and maybe even a long rest, the tower's aggro should reset.

LMAOOO

I'm glad I finally get to witness this special pairing. Ultimatum? Never heard of her.

THIS IS THE SECOND TIME HER CAMP CLOTHES GLITCHED OUT IN THE LEVEL UP SCREEN

Also it wouldn't be a Baldur's Gate 3 patch that introduced new and innovative bugs to our favorite spicy elf. Apparently this is what she says in lieu of whatever appropriate narrative reaction should have triggered. Spoilering this out cause I don't wanna drop big spoiler bombs on unsuspecting people.

Anyway, that's it. I get the feeling I may not have to do any more testing than this. The previous methods of knocking her out should still work, the game has just extended that courtesy to any time she is knocked out.

I still think it would be cool if she disappeared after being reduced to 0 hp during the grove battle, like in the Daughter of Lolth mod which people used prior to all this. I dunno I feel no companion should be completely missable in this game. Although, this means the two people most likely to recruit Minthara without looking anything up are now both people playing an evil route, and those playing a pacifist good guy tav who always tries to knock enemies out instead of killing them. I look forward to the first time someone finds her at Moonrise Towers and it comes as a complete surprise. But I should wrap this up now.

Final Verdict: Recruiting Minthara by KOing her by initiating a fight via dialogue at the Goblin Camp - WORKS!

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #baldurs gate iii #bg3 minthara #minthara #minthara baenre #minthara bg3 #nightwarden minthara #minthara good playthrough recruitment #I suppose the only thing left to test would be grabbing Halsin and going on a killing spree through the whole camp #I'll leave that to someone else #for now knowing these methods all work makes me very happy #Minthara fans things may be looking up for us?#I jest. I'll have to do another playthrough to get my Alurlssrin fix #ah well

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thequietkid-moonie · 10 months

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Listen, Nuestra Canción (Monsier Periné) and Yuri Briar

In love with a caotic and clumsy reader

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Yuri Briar ]

[ Spy x Family ]

› Song that inspired this [ Nuestra canción - Monsier Periné ]

OMG!! it been sooo long since the last time i heard this song!! I love so much the rhythm, I almost don't write the fic for being dancing around 🤭 (have you seen that clip of Bugs Bunny dancing with this song? Yeah, that was me)

I end up loving this idea, I hope you love it as much as I did anon!! Please enjoy ~

You were already used to bump into people by accident, you had always been pretty clumsy and tend to trip with your own feet, even when is something that you find kinda funny you always apologize to whoever you bother with your clumsiness to be polite, you had found people that get mad at you or don't give importance when you bump into them, but you certanlty didn't expect to end up having a friendship out of it

To be fair, the friendship started to grow after a few accidents, for some reason you always manage to bump into Yuri, the first time you just apologized, the next times started to be more irritating for him, however that doesn't last long, not like he can be mad at you when everything time you see each other, even if is in unfortunate circumstances you always had a funny smile and even started to reconize him

It was almost thanks to you that the friendship grew, you were the one who started doing jokes about your clumsiness, and you had even told him that you hope next time you two could meet without causing a mess in a playful tone

Yuri doesn't understand how or why but for some reason the image of you smiling at him and joking with him without even knowing his name get stuck in his mind and doesn't seem like it would go away, not like he want it anyways, Yuri even started to hope that he will be able to see you again every day. Yuri doesn't completely catch the feelings that were slowly growing inside his chest, those feeling that make him hope he wil be able to see you again soon, but it isn't like he is complaining about them neither

The next time he sees you Yuri was determinante to finally ask for your name, he couldn't bare the fact that now you are making his heart go faster but he doesn't even know your name, he wanted to know more about you and get closer to you, and Yuri is determinated to do it, so after you two finally exchange names it was just matter of time for you two to grow closer, starting with a friendship

Slowly you start to apear more and more in his life, but this time you weren't bumping into him, he saw you in all kind of scenarios that make Yuri's heart skip a beat in a good and a bad way, just as Yuri has had the opportunity to see your beauty illuminated by a beautiful sunset hee has had the misfortune to see you being dragged while trying to take your dog for a walk, just as Yuri has had the opportunity too see you dance to the rhythm of the music so smoothly and carefree, like if it were a second nature for you, he has had the misfortune to see you fall from trees when you tried to scale them (even when he kindly ask you to don't do it because you could end up hurt)

At this point Yuri had lost count of all the times he's had to catch your things or even you before you fall (and almost drop you for being flustered) but he swears that he will never be tired of it! He really doesn't mind having to catch you a million of times times and having to patch up your little injuries if that means being able to continue seeing you smile so carefree and cheerful at him

When Yuri feels like he already knows all your possibles mischiefs you always come up with something completely new, something that will make him feel worried sick for your safety but that, at the same time, make him feel amused

Your caotic and carefree attitude is something that make Yuri fall in love more and more with each passing day, and is something that motivates him to continue working hard, wanting to create a place were you and Yor could be free without worries, hoping to be able to live in a peaceful future with you

#music prompt game #spy x family x reader #sxf x reader #yuri briar #yuri briar x reader #yuri x reader #x reader #x gn reader #anime x reader #manga x reader

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lugosimmer · 24 days

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WHY ARE SIMMERS HAPPY with the game ANYWAY?

Game breaking patches that mess up all custom content, a game so bad and expensive that it cannot ever be played in it's full official form, by which I mean with all the DLCs (without the selfless help of comrade modders who have enabled so many of us to get all the official DLCs for free and add basic features through script files that EA would never give us even after a decade of begging), or the EA executives' outrageous, unabashed, decision making "Project Rene" a "free-to-play" cross-platform (ew) nightmare — something no committed simmer ever asked for.

A base game that has not ever been properly updated for ten years, with the same old restrictions of not even being able to change a sim's height, or draw a fence on the edge of a lot, the infuriating 4 floor limit, the inability to precisely resize or modify objects without mods, no colour-wheel, empty worlds full of shell buildings, the endless examples of sims who cannot even get done with the most basic things like cooking and having a meal, no memory system for sims, or even a set of in-game photography tools. And yet rather than a promising, customizable new game (or even reviving old features like Create a Style), we get one hundredth DLC or so which adds nothing to gameplay. And the damned "Project Rene."

In these ten years, I am sure that these life-simulation genre monopolists have had plenty of opportunities of retiring the Sims 4 honourably. Now that apartments are done, I think it is a good time to let the game be, fix all the bugs, and leave the game alone. But that is never happening. By 2035, we are getting the 457th DLC, "my first lemonade stand stuff pack" and five hundred streamers would get together to sing in its honour, of how it "adds" to the gameplay! Every DLC is like a rushed assignment which does not even bother to check for grammar and spellings. I am sure by then we would have twelve new worlds too, with not more than 5 lots each, each lot placed so far away from each other that it is not even possible to create any kind of builds or neighbourhoods that are not American suburbs. In the "For Rent" EP, why were we not given many large 64×64 lots? They just want to sell DLC after DLC without giving any deep thought to changing the basics of the game in a DLC (even within the limitations placed by the structure of the terrible base game, like the lack of an open world) and experiment with something new like large lots with vibrant sim neighbourhoods placed close together. Because the executives do not care. They are not artists. And those who actually are artists, coders and animators in the sims team, I believe, do not get any substantial democratic say in how the decisions regarding the future of the game are made inside EA board rooms.

On a burnt pizza base, EA gave us a ton of cheese and seasoning as DLC, hoping that it covers up for the terrible taste of the base. And the sheer number of Sims streamers – "influencers" – that cannot just shut up about the virtues of the game or sell it to us, without having any serious discussions about how gaming has been ruined with DLC and subscription model of capitalism in the last decade (except a few like LGR; do check them out).

Whatever is good about the Sims, for example its art and vibes, it is good in spite of EA's corporate model, where the work and contribution of its artists, coders and animators peeks out against the limited, ignorant imagination of its executives and shareholders (who I doubt even play the game). And perhaps for this alone that the game is still loved. The executives should just STOP planning all further updates, so the workers who design and code the game can focus entirely on fixing all the remaining bugs, so that finally, the game can rest in peace, and custom content makers too can make good mods that last long without them needed to be updated as fast as the back-breaking corporate game factory schedule of EA, which churns out one unmemorable DLC after another.

But why would they change?

And why are we happy with the game, anyway?

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Halloween Party

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x GN!Reader

Summary: Aemond kisses his half-sister's best friend (that he always had a crush on) at a party; aka Aemond and Reader drunk making out with masks without knowing who they were.

Warnings: MODERN AU, DRUNK PARTY MAKING OUT, rhaenyra is okay with her half brothers and sister, SHORT FANFIC, alcohol use, age gap (aemond is 19, reader is mid 20's)

Authors' note: THE HALLOWEEN AU FANFIC NO ONE ASKED FOR! i wrote this drunk but revised sober so lets hope i did a good job lol i have a whole AU series of aemond falling in love with reader that is rhaenyra's best friend. again, as with most of my fanfics, this can be read as a stand-alone fanfic.

Aemond debates mentally about what he is doing at that Halloween Mask party, even though his sisters Rhaenyra and Helaena urged him to go. He needed to have fun, his sisters and mom said earlier. Aemond isn't a party guy; he never really was, even during his teenage years. Unlike his half-sister Rhaenyra, he wasn't popular. Unlike his other sister Helaena, he wasn't the prettiest and adored by everyone. Aemond was content on being the quiet brother(at least not an asshole like his older brother Aegon) but with Helaena and Rhaenyra insisting so much, Aemond decided to appear at the costume party, wearing a pirate hat with a proper eye patch. Not that losing one eye when he was a kid didn't help him nail the costume. He didn't even bother wearing the rest of the costume, leaving the rest of the clothes at home. He probably looked ridiculous anyway.

Aemond didn't know anyone at that house party, except his siblings. He looked around for your presence but he didn't see you. You were one of Rhaenyra's best friends since her first year of high school and one of the few of Rhaenyra's friends that didn't annoy Aemond. On contrary, Aemond loved talking with you. You were smart, funny, and not futile like the rest of her friends. Aegon teased him about the crush, implying you would never see Aemond more than a single-eyed child. Aemond knew this: you were too hot, too pretty, and too important to stay with someone like him.

Aemond thought he saw Helaena's blonde hair pass him, dressed as a bug fairy (she explained to him earlier the existence of bug fairies) very fast before she disappeared into the crowd. Aemond was not going to message his older brother Aegon, that was also at that party. He couldn't embarrass himself like that. Besides, Aegon would just make fun of him and be no help, demanding Aemond get laid.

So, Aemond decided to hang out by the drinks table. One. Two. Three drinks and Aemond was feeling tipsy. He watched Mickey Mouse and Thor make out and what Aemond thought was a hobbit for Lord of the Rings drunk, being dragged by his friends. Aemond shakes his head, shifting his weight from one foot to another. He would have sat on the sofa if they weren't couples making out there.

When Aemond decided it was time to call a night, a masked Demon wearing a black tuxedo appeared in front of the table, grabbing one of the alcohol bottles.

"I wouldn't drink that if I was you. I saw a hobbit throw something in one of those bottles" Aemond warns, biting his lips.

The Demon turns and smiles at him, thankful and Aemond nods, awkwardly. He had noticed the Demon dancing before, moving their hips against other people in the black suit. They seemed to be having fun and Aemond didn't know if they were drunk. I wonder if they are sweating in that suit, Aemond thought.

With what seems a grateful look, the Demon disappears into the kitchen. They soon come back with two bottles of closed beer and Aemond accepts, making sure they are unopened, with a shy smile.

"Thanks, I guess?" The Demon smiles agreeing and for the first time, Aemond has a familiar feeling like he knows this person from somewhere "You don't seem to talk much, I suppose."

The Demon shakes their head and Aemond notices the powerful long black nails on their fingernails. It isn't hard to understand why everyone's eyes are on them. They are captivating. They are charming. Anyone that could make out with them would be an extremely lucky person. Of course, it wouldn't be him, Aemond thought laughing to himself. The Devil was just paying attention to him due to being saved from getting drugged. That could the only reason they have taken attention to Aemond.

Suddenly their finger points to the dancing floor, a tricky smile on their lips.

"I don't dance. I am sorry" The Demon continues smiling, their eyes shining in the middle of the darkness. Aemond could swear he knows them but can't really quite place from where.

Maybe it's the alcohol speaking.

Maybe it's the alcohol letting the Demon's hand grab his, guiding him to the dance floor. Aemond is nervous. He doesn't know how to move or what to do. He stands there as the Devil starts moving their hips and arms with the song, a slow and sensual ballad. The Devil passes their hands around Aemond hips and moves them slowly with the song.

Aemond had never felt so ridiculous. And aroused.

Aemond passes his hand through the Demon's hips and feels their groin suddenly touch together. Aemond holds back a grunt, hearing a gasp from the Devil. Aemond watches as the Demon moves seductively around him, ignoring all the stares, probably wondering why he, Aemond Targaryen, could get the hottest person in this whole party.

Aemond's hands pressure the Devil's hips into his groins harder and they welcome him, his hard-on rubbing against their ass. It is like no one existed anymore, there was no party, just them. It had to be the alcohol's influence; he never felt so aroused like this. Aemond prays mentally his siblings didn't see him like that.

Before Aemond could react, the Demon locks their lips together. Aemond moans in the kiss, feeling his face burn as everyone is most likely watching them. The Demon just pressures him even more, as if like saying 'Fuck them, let them watch'. Aemond's hard-on is even more noticeable now. Aemond doesn't really know what to do; his hands feel too awkward for that body. He never had done anything like that.

When the Devil's hand starts playing with his belt, Aemond pushes the Devil's away, his hands on their shoulders. The Devil immediately stops, breathing heavily, their lips swollen with the kiss. Aemond stares at their face, and with no choice, runs away. Aemond knows he wants to continue, he knows he wants to feel another hand on his dick, but he can't.

The Devil doesn't follow Aemond. They watch as Aemond flees, making no attempt on following him. They remove their mask, revealing to be nonetheless, Rhaenyra's best friend, Aemond's crush since he was a kid, Y/N L/N.

You wipe the kiss from your lips, a malicious smile forming. You didn't know your best friend's brother could kiss that well.

"Well, shit." You whisper.

You can't wait to taste more.

MASTERLIST

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen x gn reader #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x female reader #aemond targaryen fanfic #aemond targaryen fanfics #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen imagines #house of dragon fanfic #house of dragon fanfics #not my best piece prob #AND HALLOWEEN IS ALMOST OVER LOL #im ridiculous

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Act Like You Forgot

Eddie Munson x fem!Reader 18+

pt.1

Warnings: smut, swearing, fwb, angst(?)

Genre: smut, enemies to lovers, fwb

Summary: you and Eddie hated each other's guts, being the sub in their D&D session helped you talk about something that's been bugging you for a long time.

a/n: I have to start posting more, this is a start. Hope you like <3 also FIRST SMUUUUT WOOO

Word count : 2.046

Eddie Munson. You could swear this kid’s life purpose was to make your days insufferable, but things weren’t always this way. Most of the time you and Eddie would ignore each other’s existence in school. You both had the same style , same movies and music preferences ,but found yourselves in different groups. All was fine until that god forsaken day. The cafeteria incident as you and your friends called it. Eddie had made another one of his famous speeches and you couldn’t help but talk back. “right, so whoever doesn’t enjoy the same things as you is lame, right Munson? Yea I’m sure you’ll get much more acceptance now.” You had said and Eddie felt threatened by his own ‘kind’ at that moment or whatever. He would make comments when he saw you on the hallway , always making sure you heard and you would snap back immediately, never missing the opportunity to shut him up.

You worked at the family video in the afternoons so you ,Steve and Robin had gotten pretty close which of course meant that you had befriended the kids that followed them everywhere as well. Once you walked in for your shift that afternoon your friends gave each other a knowing look as you stormed around the place looking like a crazy person. “okay what did he say this ti-“ Steve started ,but you cut him off “ He called ME, ME of all people, a fucking POSER. Like , what the fuck Munson, look at yourself, with your long ass hair and all the band patches. Wonder if he even listens to them.” They both laughed at you “don’t laugh he’s fucking annoying as shit” “his long curly hair and soft smile and ringed fingers ,that Munson?” Robin said half laughing. You had said those things, but you were drunk and it was before he became THIS annoying. “yea yea Robin, that one. And by the way I don’t stand by those words anymore” Steve then chimed in “is that why you keep looking at him in awe every time?” you shot him a glare “shut up Harrington”. They started laughing again. Some time passed and suddenly the two shits burst into the store. “ y/n!” Dustin yelled “ I’m not here, fuck off ,no “ “ y/n please he will kill us, we just need a sub” you came out of the counter and folded your arms “ What’s in it for me?” he smiled “You’ll get to play after a long time and if we win you’ll have something to tease him about , please pleeeease” you looked at mike and he gave you a smile “fine”. You hated the fact that you accepted ,but what else could you do. Dustin was right, it would be fun beating Munson at his own game.

Friday came and you got ready. Picked the too shits from their places and headed to school. You regret saying yes the moment you walked in the hall. They opened the door and motioned you in. “what’s this?” Eddie said half laughing when you walked in “she’s the sub” Dusting smiled and Munson started laughing “absolutely not ,forget it” you sighted “what’s up Munson? Afraid you’ll lose?” he came closer. You could smell cheap cologne and cigarettes on him “no no my dearest y/n. I’m just scared that you’ll spoil our night” he said smirking and bending down to your level “look , I’m doing this for the kids, if you want me to go I will ,just make something up so they won’t be too disappointed. I don’t want to deal with this today.” You whispered and his face softened. “ Let’s see if you can even get close to beating me. Welcome to Hellfire” he smiled and gave you his hand to shake. The session went on for about one hour and ended with success. Everyone cheered for you and hugged each other “ told you we’d beat him” Dustin yelled excited. “yea yea it was fun. Now, time to head back yea?” you said and they frowned “I can take them” Jeff said “oh , uh sure yea, thanks” you replied and started organizing your stuff in your backpack while they left “you actually care about the shits huh?” Eddie said behind you in a low voice. “why wouldn’t I ? besides, you should have seen their pouty faces. Not even you would be able to refuse.” He looked at you puzzled “ not even me?” “oh you know heartless and mean and basically a major asshole” he touched his chest as if he got hurt by your words “how could you say something like that about me y/n?” truth is , you and Eddie had history, even if you both pretended you forgot. You and him had been in a party once ,one thing led to the other and before you knew you were bent over the bathroom sink looking at yourself getting absolutely destroyed by him. You blamed it on the drinks and the weed and never really talked about it. Well , you tried talking about it , but he pretended to be clueless so you dropped it. You zoned out while looking at him because of the image that popped in your head.” y/n, hellooo” he waved his hand in your face “sorry, yea , it’s pretty easy to say such things about you Munson, given the fact that they’re true” now he looked actually hurt. “oh, y/n all these days I was just playing along, I don’t actually hate you” you huffed and looked at your feet “ no I know, but I should hate you. I’m going, it was fun” you said leaving the class and walking in the empty school to your car. How could he not remember. Sure you were tipsy ,but you drank just as much as he did. Steve and Robin had told you not to pay too much attention to it. You couldn’t. It’s been almost a month and you couldn’t get his image out of your head or the way he made you feel that night. That was maybe what made you turn around and walk back into the class. “hey, I can’t keep this inside anymore ,we need to talk” you said when you walked in and he just dropped his things and sat on the table facing you “ we can talk” you walked closer “ I know you said you don’t remember anything about that night at Rick’s, but I do and I can’t seem to get it off my mind no matter how hard I try” he looked down ,he knew you’d bring it up again. “ why can’t you just leave things be? We were drunk and we fucked” this man had a talent pissing you off “ so that was it, you just got horny and thought I look desperate enough so why not ?” he got up and walked around not looking at you “ y/n we just fucked, I don’t like you and I know for a fact that you don’t like me. We both needed a warm body, that’s all” you stared at him with tears threatening to spill. You were tough, not tough enough to just stand there and hear him talk about you like you were nothing but a way to blow off steam. “ I was too drunk and made a mistake” he said.

A couple of tears slid down your face “so I was just a warm body to you. You know what my mistake was Eddie? My mistake was not being drunk enough. If I was maybe I wouldn’t remember and it would be best for both of us. Also fuck you Munson because you are an asshole, the biggest one of them all. Congrats !” you said fully crying now and wishing you never told him anything. You stormed off not caring about the fact that he just saw you cry for him.

The whole ride home all you could think about was how much you hated your self for not hating him. Once you got to your place you dropped your bag on the floor next to your door and headed upstairs to your room. You’d normally lock your door so your family wouldn’t burst in , but they weren’t home. You got undressed and curled up in a little ball on your bed ,crying your eyes out and feeling embarrassed for even thinking he would ever care. Time passed and you had fallen asleep naked. A soft knock on your window woke you. For your own sake your curtains were closed and behind them you could make out a long haired figure with a leather jacket. ‘is that man serious?’ you shot up and wrapped a sheet around your bare figure before drawing the curtains and opening the window “ what the fuck do you want psycho?” you asked looking at him wide eyed. “ I fucked up, I – we need to talk ,for real this time” he said and you sat away form the window letting him in. he jumped on your bed after taking his boots off and throwing them on your floor. Why would you even give him a chance to speak after everything he’s said? Oh yea, because you couldn’t resist this boy and the effect his eyes and words had on you “what is it Eddie?” you asked rubbing your eyes and yawing. He wasn’t talking , he couldn’t talk. He had just realised that you were standing on your bed with him with just sheets covering your naked body, the one he had tattooed in his mind, the one that he would see every time he closed his eyes, trying to find some peace. “hey!” you spoke again getting him out of his thoughts “yea sorry , I , uh , I remember everything that happened and I know that I’ve been acting stupid for a month saying I didn’t.” you folded your hands on your chest and looked at him with the most disgusted look you could muster. “also, the only thing I regret about that night was being too drunk and high and not being able to last longer” he joked leaning his head to the side and smiling “ that doesn’t make up for the fact that you used me because you were horny” you replied bitterly and truth is, he didn’t. Every time he saw or even thought about you he would go crazy, even before you and him got intimate. He couldn’t tell you that, he wasn’t the kind of guy to confess his utter admiration and love for you right there and then and get rejected. Still he wanted to be close, he wanted to be able to talk to you and piss you of , make you smile, worship you, use your beautiful body in any way imaginable and make you come all over him like no guy ever had. “ I know, I also know that you couldn’t keep it in your pants either, well, your torn up fishnet tights or whatever.” He felt himself trailing off in the thought of him tearing up your tights and bending you over. God Eddie felt as if he could listen to the desperate little sounds you made one more time , he would die happy and complete. “my point is , dear y/n , the sex was great and I personally would do it again, no strings attached, no labels and shit. Pure, filthy fucking here and there. What do you say?” your mouth fell slightly open at his words. Not because they socked you or anything ,but because the way he talked about it gave your entire body goosebumps. “no strings no labels?” you asked again and his smile grew “exactly sweetheart” you grinned and rolled your eyes “ I’m afraid you won’t be able to live up to that term Munson, but yea fuck it” he smiled and gave you his hand to shake. He held it for a little longer and you could feel this simple touch do things to your mind, things you had promised your self you wouldn’t allow to feel for him again.

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The Discovery Of Love (Chapter 1) | Quinten Quist

Read on Ao3 here

18+ minors dni.

Masterlist | The Discovery Of Love Masterlist

Fandom: The Discovery Of Heaven, De ontdekking van de hemel

Summary:

When Onno discovers you and Quinten childhood best friends are Soulmates he's over the moon Max not so much. Max is terrified at the thought of his possible son being in a relationship with his best friend's daughter while he's in denial that you and Quinten have been seeing each other for months. You both try and keep it under wraps but you both know it's only a matter of time before someone finds out the truth.

TW: secret Relationship, Virgin Quinten, the birds and the bees Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Healing, Healing Soulmates, Canon Divergence,Alternate Universe,POV Second Person, Forbidden Love possible incest

Pairing: Quinten Quist x Female Reader, Quinten Quist x Afab Reader

Word Count: 2,801 (Finally wrote something over 1K! for once)

Graphic Credit: @keep-it-light

Note:

Lightly edited. To be clear i've aged Quintin up to 19 years old. Max's daughter is AFAB and uses she/her pronouns. Also I hope the formatting is alright tumblr's sucks.

Onno Quist figured that at one point in his life he would have to tell his young and innocent virgin son about sex but today would not be that day. Quinten seemed far more interested in architecture than girls that was until he finally noticed you Max’s daughter. At first Onno was taken aback by his growing attraction but as he observed his son it seemed like a match made in heaven in Onno’s eyes at least. Max seemed totally against the idea when Onno brought it up one winter evening over dinner. As he spoke and dug into his turkey Onno’s eyes were fixated on Quintin and you outside in the snow Quinten with his nose stuck in a book of course and you were showering for bugs to add to your collection butterflies especially seemed to be of your most recent hyper-fixation.

It was sweet watching you two bond even if Quinten did seem vaguely disinterested at first that was until he finally looked up from a page in his book bookmarked between two fingers and watched in awe as you bent over to collect a wounded butterfly and shove it into a clear jar.

Onno grunted at the sight. What kind of partnership would you two be, he wondered. Obviously, it's less complicated than his own with Ada. Max was intelligent of course funny and affectionate, and he had been Onno’s best friend for decades, but Onno did find it odd that he knew nothing of the Mother.

“So she just abandoned a baby on your doorstep?” Too interrupts what must have been Max’s hundredth argument on why you and Quinten being together would be a terrible idea.

“Yes, that’s right. Just a name tag I hardly remember the women a one night stand” He recounts.“And so, how did you know she was yours?” Onno inquired. Max paused as he cleansed his pallet with a sip of wine.

“She was a virgin. Part of the deal was that I would make her night the most memorable of all, so in return, she would heal my Emphysema.” Onno nods. “Seems like a fair deal. You really need to quit the smoking though why don’t you give those patches a try? I think they even make gum now.”

“Gum? Have you ever seen a guy my age chewing gum?” Max scoffs. Onno drops the subject these days Max was careless about his health he had gained some weight and he was getting weaker even you had started to notice. You and Quinten were always out running around in the garden either chasing after the dogs of each other.

“Their not”“I never said they were.”“You're reading too much into it like you always do.”“Nonsense” Onno frowned as he rested his chin on his hand “Look at them! Don’t they remind you of someone?” Onno hums as he raises his brow subtly.“I have no idea who you are talking about”, Max rebuttalsOnno rolls his eyes.

“You and Ada, of course,” Onno coos. “You were head over heels in love with her, practically drooling over her when you first laid eyes on her in that bookshop”, Onno remarks. “Was not?” Max says defensively, “Why deny it? Onno probes

“Does it matter if they’re soulmates or not?”Onno scoffs “When did Max Delius loose interest in daughter’s soulmate?” Onno scoffed; he couldn’t believe it. What was the big deal? Before they had met Ada in that bookshop, all they used to pound over was Soulmates, other than science and philosophy.“Since her Soulmate was Quinten Quist”, Max snaps. He knew it. He bloody knew It.

“You thought he wasn’t.”

“I was wrong.”

“When did you discover?” Onno asks curiously, his complete focus on Max and Max alone.“Last Summer. Quinten spent most of his days in the lawn chair reading he had a nasty sunburn didn’t you notice? He was red like a chilli pepper, and then she touched him, and he was back to his normal pale self. Not only that there was a time when Quinten burned himself with a hot glue gun when he was trying to make a replica of a building she touched his finger, and it healed in a matter of minutes no burning sensation” Max recounted.

“Those could just be a matter of coincidences”, Onno suggested. “Just like us.”“No not like that” Max says shaking his head.“There was another incident one that I hadn’t told you about” max says he pauses as if he’s trying to collect himself. “Which incident?”

“We went out to the lake one hot evening teaching Quinten how to sail, if you remember. Well one night he fell into the water. We were both horrified we though something terrible had happened to him he could have died or he could have experienced head trauma. Luckily, I managed to swim in and save him. When I rescued him onto a nearby dock, she kissed him, and he was perfectly fine.

“You never told me” Onno.Max shrugs lightly. “I didn’t want to worry you about everything going on with Ada; besides, Quinten was fine. She healed him, kissed him, and he woke up; his bruises faded away, and his concussion was gone”, Max explained.“She kissed him?” Onno asks, taken aback, his eyes wide“Yes. She was attempting CPR,” clarified Max“And after the kiss, what happened?”“We went home. They didn’t say anything to each other. Quinten stormed off to his room; he was in such a state,” Max recounted“He was angry? About the kiss?”“He broke one of his plane models on purpose.”

Onno’s eyes flickered back to the two of you in the garden. Quinten’s eyes hadn’t returned to his book yet his lapis lazuli eyes where completely transfixed on you as you show him the little creature you had just added to your collection for once he seemed actually interested in the insect as you shovel it into the palm of his hands. Quinten never liked dirt, but Onno figured he would make an acceptation for you.

“He must have forgiven her then” Onno observes himMax turns in his chair as he watches the two of you giggling.

“Yes he must have” He obverses. You were getting to close for Max’s liking he couldn’t have you two together certainly not as soulmates you were both already best friends, inseparable since birth. Now that you were both adults, it would be merely impossible to keep the two of you apart. It would be only a matter of time before you two begin to act on your feelings and become intimate; it was a topic that made Max feel sick to his stomach the thought of his daughter being with his best friend’s son in that way, just like he was with Ada.

He could remember It like It was yesterday being so young and in love tangled in each other he had never seen such an obvious pairing than to two.

“You’ve had the talk with him, I presume?”Onno looks up perplexed he’s already devouring the pudding the table was still completely covered in food you and Quinten had barely touched your supper.“About Soulmates? Yes, he’s always known they exist. I’ve never shied away from that.”

“No, not Soulmates. Sex. I would prefer it for your son not to knock up my daughter, especially as she has just turned eighteen. Her mother would have a heart attack.”

“And you wouldn’t.”

“You know what I mean,” Max says as he sucks on his bottom lip. “When are you going to tell him?” Max probes, “Tonight. That is my plan if things go accordingly.”Max hums.

“I’m sure it’ll go down well. Remember the time you told him Pluto was a planet?”“He was devastated and didn’t talk to me for weeks”, Onno reflects.

“And how do you think he’ll react to learning that babies don’t come from Stalks?” Max inquires Onno groans he had high hopes before but Max’s comments were enough to diminish his attempts.

“Alright then I think we best be going” Max announces as he gets up. You and Quentin must have been out there for hours you must have been freezing cold Onno pulled Max by the wrist of his suit.“Huh?” Max murmurs

“Wait” Onno instructs him firmly his eyes still on you and Quinten in the garden.

As you take the butterfly back from his hands, Quinten jerks his hand away immediately. He kisses his finger as if he had been bitten but still seems to be in pain. You then murmur a few words to him barely audible through the glass door he then seemingly stretches out his finger, and you kiss it.“There's your proof right there”, Onno comments.“I knew they were I just didn't want to admit it to you” Max reveals. “The thought of them..”

“Is it just because he's my son?” Onno asks, “No, not just because of that...”

“Then why?” Onno prods. Max sighs as if he's trying to compose himself, but then he catches his wristwatch in the corner of his eye.“It's getting late; thank you for having us.”

“Why won't you answer my question?”

“It's not important” Max shrugs Onno doesn't by it something's off.“Would you like the rest of the food wrapped up then?” Onno asks as he stares down at the full table; he can hear you giggling from outside as Max opens the door.

“That would be nice” He comments his eyes still transfixed on his daughter.“My Ladybug it's time for us to go” Max announces he's clearly caught you and Quintin of guard sharing a moment as you stare into his bright sparkling Lapis lazuli eyes.“But Father” You groan can I stay for a few more hours? I want to see Quintin's train set.” Max rolls his eyes “No” he says firmly. “You have your exams next week to prepare for.”

“Aw fine” You groan as you shove the jar into your satchel Onno grins.“Did you catch a good one?” Onno asks “A Saddleback”, You announce joyfully “I'm sure Quentin will be researching it later” Onno comments “Not after the thing bit me.”

“It wasn't a spine it was a bite and It only did that because you almost crushed it with your big hands!” That comment earns you a smack from Quentin. You hiss and Max glares at him “Enough we'll be going” Max says as he takes the tin foiled wrapped food from Onno and they walk down the hallway.“Goodnight,” Onno says as he closes the door

“Good luck”, Max whispers“I'll need more than that”, Onno remarks as he reaches for the bottle of wine.*******“What did you want to talk to me about, Father?” Quinten approaches him with a book in his hand about the history of butterflies. Perfect, Onno thinks.“I wanted to talk to you about something important” Onno starts Quentin doesn't look up from him as he sits at the table; he is completely immersed in the book's pages.“Is it about Mother?” He asks, “No”, Onno replies.

“It's about something more serious.” This finally makes him look up and push the book away from him.

“Alright then, what is it about? Quinten wonders.“You know how we've always told you that stalks deliver babies?” “Yes”,Quinten confirms.“Well, that's not entirely the case.”“So you lied to me?” Inquires Quinten“I wouldn't say lied more bent the truth.”

“Why?” Quinten asks his Father curiously Onno takes a breath wishing he had taken a sip of the wine instead but it was too early he had to man up and get this over with.“Quinten. As you know, a man falls in love a woman sometimes they are soulmates sometimes they are not when they are though they can heal each other's wounds, emotional or physical.”

“I already know this, Father” Quinten buts in“I know but let me get to the point” Onno stresses “When they fall in love they might decide to have a baby but the stalk doesn't deliver it the stalk doesn't exist so get that story out of your mind. To have a baby, the couple they procreate...As in, they have sex.”

“Sex?” Quinten repeats, “Sex, yes.”

“And what's that?” Onno sighs yet he reists the wine “It's a partnership between two people someotimes to produce a child sometimes just to have fun and produce hormones” Onno tries to explain in a way Quinten would understand.

“And why are you telling me about this, Father?” Quinten asks him, seemingly not phased yet.

“Well, I've noticed how close you and Max's daughter have been getting recently, and I wondered if you were both...intimate.” “Why would you want to know that?” Asks Quinten

“Well if you were I would like to know that you where both beeing safe. If not, you could risk her getting pregnant, and Max wouldn't be too happy about that,” Onno remarks.

“But aren't babies a blessing?” Quinten questions. “They are, but not everyone wants one or can have one, and I thought I would make sure that if you two were together, that you were both safe.”“Well, we're not”, Quinten announces. “Good”

“But we're soulmates, aren't we? You saw the way that butterfly bit me...spited me,” Quinten recounts “I did...Max told me about the sailing incident:” Onno reveals“He did?” Quinten asks defeatedly

“Why were you angry? You would be lucky to have that girl as your soulmate she seems like the perfect match she's intelligent, curious quirky and wise like you” Onno observes.“You would think” Quinten sighs “But I guess...i was scared I didn't want to ruin anything between us as friends” He reveals.

“Oh well, that is very respectable, Quint”

“Please don't call me that, Daddy. I'm not five years old anymore”, Quinten groans.“Oh well, very well. I'm just glad that you and her are just friends.

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“Oh fuck!” You pant as Quinten thrusts himself deeper into you. He had to keep you quiet. The palm of his hand was wrapped around your mouth as he rutted inside you in The Greenhouse.“We can't let them hear us”, Quinten reminds “Slow down!” You reprehend him. Since you had become intimate over the past few months, Quinten was like a wild animal in a heat and seemed to show no signs of slowing down.

You didn't mind of course, it was a nice distraction and a nice stress relief but it would be nice for you two to spend time together without the sex for once no matter how mind blowing it truly was.

You groaned as you came down from your orgasm and you prayed it was your last your legs were shaky as you held onto one of the plant pots for your life. Quinten held your waist firmly and you felt a mix of your and his cum dripping between your legs luckily the aroma was easily hidden by the musk of the plants. Quinten buries his lips into the back of your head. Seemingly satisfied, you watch his reflection in the window's glass.

“You told him we weren't seeing each other, right?” You ask “Of course” Quinten replies as he steps away and helps you get dressed picking your torn skirt from the floor.

“Do you think he bought it?” You ask him curiously Quinten had to be smart about this Onno Quist was a very smart man much like Quinten.“I think so,” He recalls.

“Although I don't think this tear in your skirt is going to help much” He comments and a grin spreads across his lips.“I hate you”, You murmur rolling your eyes.

“That's not what you were crying out a few moments ago.”You hit him just like he did on Christmas. You watch him as he leans closer, parting his lips and pushing your hair behind your ear.

“We probably shouldn't see each other for a while just so they don't catch on. Why don't we stage a fight?” He asks, cupping your cheek. Lost in his Lapis lazuli eyes, you didn't have much room to think this through.“Okay,” You tell him. He was about to lean in and kiss you, but then there was a knock on the greenhouse door.

“Darling,” Max calls. “You should be studying.”“Alright fine Father” You reply. You give Quinten a small nod as you leave, but he feels Max's eyes on him. You both had to sell this fight you couldn't risk his Father and Max finding out you where sleeping with each other behind their backs may as well have fun with it Quinten thought as he watched you leave.

#neil newbon fanfiction #neil newbon smut #the discovery of heaven #quinten quist #quinten #quinten quist smut #De ontdekking van de hemel #the discovery of love #neil newbon universe #quinten quist x reader #quinten quist x female reader #forbidden realtionship #best friends to lovers #secret love #possible incest #neil newbon x reader

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meganechan05 · 6 months

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Okay. Weird thing to think about in terms of the Chikyuu Timeline.

So 2000 years before Episode 1 was the end of the Humans v Bugnarok war.

But 2000 years prior was also when the people of Earth migrated to Chikyuu via Caucus Kabuto Castle. This being because Jeramie's dad drew the mural on Earth and he died after the war, meaning he was still quite young when he fought as the Sixth Hero. (I'm not gonna get into why modern-day Kyoryuger is on a 2000 yr old mural with the Gaburevolver. That's some time-travel bullshit if anything)

So those of Earth colonized Chikyuu by beating up the Bugnarok to protect the Shugods, right?

But why would Bugnarok be the locals if they share 94.6% of their biology with humans? And while it's possible living organisms can be genetically related to that degree, why did the team mention that the Bugnarok were most likely evolved from humans?

If anything, wouldn't it have been the Shugods that were locals and evolved into mechanical bug gods from the assistance of humans since Shugoddom mass-produces said Shugods?

Would Shugod Souls be a resource that the humans studied in order to learn how to communicate and control the Shugods despite not knowing their language? And would said humans be curious enough to see what would happen if they performed human experimentation with the Shugod Souls and how they would affect a human body?

Would those experiments warp a faction of humans into the Bugnarok, allow Kamejim to waltz in under the disguise of a wise elder, and pull strings to make this faction want more Shugod Souls that led to the war between Humans and Bugnarok?

Would this be why Bugnarok are so biologically similar that Jeramie's parents were able to overlook their differences as Human and Bugnarok and have a child?

Like the insane thing is that Jeramie straight up asked Racles if he knew what happened before the War and why it even happened. A question that was never answered as the current war was because of Jeramie's legend and we haven't had much insight on what happened between the humans arriving on Chikyuu and the war. All we know is that the Shugods requested help from humans to protect their Shugod Souls from the Bugnarok that eats them. We don't even know much about Bugnarok's past to even understand why the Sould affect them that way.

Not to mention the Rainbow Jururira theory where it could've been mixed with Kuwagon's Soul that allowed Gira to communicate with the Shugods and even transform on Earth.

Would it mean that Lionel Husty decided to take Kuwagon's Soul and crush it up for his descendants to take in hopes someone can get the power of Shugods without turning into the Bugnarok? Would that be why Kuwagon deactivated as if Lionel betrayed his trust as did the Greater Guardians who learned to hate humans since they were mostly found in Shugoddom? Would that explain why the Husty Brothers both have the marks but only one was able to communicate with the Shugods after eating the rainbow jururira? Would the lack of records of said dish be because the Husty line had kept it secret from everyone as a means to continue such illegal experiments in a way to not get caught?

...I am unwell.

I need to lay down and stop overthinking this show.

It's a kids show. I need to stop overcompication it.

But my god- the lore feels so much deeper with so many holes to patch up...

#just thinking #late night shitposting #late night thoughts #kingohger spoilers #kingoh spoilers #kingoh theories

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hyuganejiswife · 2 years

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Dandelions | Shino Aburame X GNReader

Masterlist | Part 1 / Part 2

| Reader is Kiba’s older sibling, taunting Shino for ratting them out about their injuries, sparring, slight angst if you squint, UNEDITED, uhhh I wrote half of this a week ago and just finished it, idk if it makes any sense, cheesy Shino

Word Count: 1469

It’s been a few weeks since Shino had outed your shoulder dislocation to your mother in the middle of dinner. She’d invited him and Hinata over several more times since then while you were still healing. You finally had healed enough that you could start training with your older sister again.“Ah!” You crumple after your sister lands a hit on your bad shoulder. You breathe heavily, kneeling down and cradling your arm to your chest as you take deep breaths, breathing back out through your nose.

Shino and Hinata follow Kiba and Akamura down the path to your family house, Akahiro laying in his usual patch of dandelions until the small pup jumps on his side causing him to let out a low growl. Your head perks up in an instant, your canine poking at your lower lip as you look over to see it’s only Akamura bothering his big brother. When you see Shino following your brother, you sigh and stand up, facing your sister again before getting into your fighting stance again.

“Alright, bring it!” The trio stops short of the front door as you and Hana go at it again, throwing and dodging blows, as well as taking hits when one of you manages to get one off.

You catch a flash of color from the corner of your eye and in the brief moment that you’re distracted your sister manages an uppercut, knocking you on your ass. You groan as your back hits the ground and you huff, squeezing your eyes shut. You feel something land on your nose and your eyes flutter open. A blue butterfly is perched on your nose. You sit up and it remains there, making you go cross eyed.

“Hey, Shino! If that’s your way of flirting with Y/N, knock it off!” You jump when the butterfly flies away from you, causing your head to snap in the direction of Kiba’s voice. Shino’s head is tucked into the collar of his jacket. You weren’t sure how the butterfly could have been a way of flirting, completely unaware of his abilities.

You hear Akahiro let out a small growl in your direction, sensing your annoyance at losing your match due to being distracted by the butterfly. You stand and brush your pants off, calling out to your hound to follow you as you brush past your brother and his teammates, thoroughly confused by Kiba’s accusation.

Truth is, you’d been seeing those butterflies around a lot since you met Shino. The first came around the morning after he had been over for dinner, you were sitting in your dandelion patch lounging against Akahiro when one first appeared. It landed on the confused canine’s head and caused you to laugh brightly, much to Shino’s amusement. He’d sent it to check on you, but after that, he just kept sending them, even after you had been able to start training again, just so he could check in on you, though he wasn’t sure why at all.

However, how you hadn’t pieced it together that the bugs were a part of him… He’d never understand.

It didn’t matter though. He would continue his silent check ins as often as possible, hoping one day you’d notice that he was the one sending them.

By the time you emerge from deep within the house following your shower, face free of paint, everyone was coming in for dinner. You stretch your arms carefully above your head, taking a seat beside Shino while Hana and your mother take their respective places at the heads of the table.

“Y/N, how’s your arm doing?” Hinata’s soft voice fills the silence and you look up at her with a smile.

“It’s great. Thanks for asking.”

“Thanks to Shino.” Your mother pipes in, narrowing her eyes. “Who knows how much damage could have been done…”

“Mom! It’s not a big deal, really. As much as they’ve been over since, can we not bring it up?” You slouch in your chair, peeking up at her and then at Shino who hasn’t once looked at you since you sat down. You frown, biting your lip as you turn to your plate. “Besides, I’ve been cleared for missions again and will leave in two days. It’s not as bad as you say it is if I’ve been given the go ahead.”

“Already?” Shino’s eyes are on you at this news, brows furrowing as he watches you shovel food unceremoniously into your mouth. “Isn’t it a little early for that?”

You pause, surprised to have attention on you from the man you barely knew anything about, “Uh… Yeah. I mean, the doctor cleared me. Who am I to say what’s early or not.”

“Don’t worry, Y/N. Shino will probably send a few bugs with you to make sure that you’re staying safe!” Kiba narrows his eyes at his teammate and that’s when it clicks for you.

“Aburame… I see now. You’ve been sending those butterflies! For what?” You suddenly glare at him, wondering if it’s because he didn’t trust you to take care of yourself. “What? You think you have to keep a watch on me to make sure I dont hurt myself?”

Shino begins to panic quietly, bringing his hands up in defense as he quickly shakes his head. “It was merely to check on you, that’s all.” He swallows and looks to your brother for help, though his answer only spurs on new questions of why he felt the need to check on you.

Kiba is laughing loudly and brightly while Hinata seems to be fearing for her friend’s safety. “Y/N, he’s got a major crush on you!” Your eyes widen and your cheeks flush, as do Shino’s as the man shifts away from you, crossing his arms over his chest in embarrassment. “He’s been sending those butterflies because he found out you like them! You guys should see your faces!”

You look absolutely panic stricken as you stand, putting more space between you and Shino as you storm outside. Flirting or not, now that you knew what the butterflies were meant for you, you felt like a child who couldn’t be trusted. You were a chunin for crying out loud. A strong one at that, carrying on your family legacy and working your way to one day be a jonin.

Despite your enhanced hearing, you don’t hear someone following after you, slow to approach as you plop down against Akahiro in your patch of dandelions. Shino stands just a few feet away and debates saying anything at all. He watches a blue butterfly land on Akahiro’s head, getting your attention.

“I’ll smash it.”

“No you won’t…” In truth, he wasn’t sure whether you would or not. He was actually a little fearful that you might smash one of his beloved insects but as you seem to visibly relax, he does so as well. “I’m sorry. I never meant to give the impression that you couldn’t be trusted. When I sent them… The first one, I saw how happy you were, so I just kept sending them. I thought you liked butterflies and I thought you knew it was me.”

“I’m a little slow on that side of things. Been hit on the head too many times to count,” your hand comes up to subconsciously rub the back of your head, you’d managed to get quite a few concussions on your missions. “So, uh… About that crush…”

He pales and looks away, tucking his face into the collar, hiding the blush on his cheeks before peeking at you to see if your gaze was on him. “He wasn’t lying if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Oh.”

“Oh?” His brows knit together and he bites back a series of questions, having been warned not to bombard you.

“I mean… That doesn’t leave much time for a date. I leave in two days first thing in the morning, so I can’t stay out late. And we’d have to go somewhere Akahiro is allowed in, we don’t go anywhere without our hounds, I’m sure you’ve noticed.”

“What?”

“Well you do plan on taking me out on a date right? Or am I gonna have to wait till I come back from the mission? That would be such a bummer, Shino!” You throw your hands up as you talk animatedly and the man relaxes, carefully approaching and sitting across from you in your little patch.

He picks one of the dandelions, holding it up silently as you speak. You tilt your head, as he asks you to make a wish quietly. You lean forward and blow, watching as he tilts his head up a bit so you could see his lips, “Tomorrow. Well go out to lunch then.”

“I should start making wishes more often.”

#bleu.writes #naruto x reader #naruto #shino x reader #naruto shino #shino aburame x reader #naruto drabble #Shino Drabble #shino aburame imagine #shino aburame #Naruto Shino Aburame #naruto fluff #Shino fluff

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noodlescc · 2 years

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Goodbye?

So this post is WAAAAAAY overdue but I felt like it was time to say something here... I’ve mentioned it on my main blog but I know not everyone who follows this is following that one.

Long story short, I’m probably never going to post here again. I don’t want to say _never _because who knows, maybe I’ll change my mind, but for over a year now I have had no desire to work on CC or even mess with anything related to it. I’ve become extremely burnt out, and I’ve even reached the point where I’m fed up enough to probably stop playing TS4.

I’ll go into more detail under the cut, but totally I understand if that doesn’t interest you. So just know that I appreciate all the love and support I’ve gotten over the years. This was an amazing era in my life and I’ll always look back on it fondly. I’ve made a lot of great friends through this process and it’s been so surreal at times. You’re all wonderful, and I wish I could continue, but I just can’t. Feel free to share/make edits to my CC as you wish.

So I guess these are my main reasons:

Burnout: It hit me HARD: At my peak I was struggling to find a job and so I had a lot of time to dedicate to recoloring. I would jump on recoloring for packs the second S4S got updated. But now I can’t even bring myself to recolor or edit anything. I was actually in a really bad place mentally at my “peak” on this blog, and my life is so different now. I’m in therapy, I’m taking meds, and I’m feeling really good. And I’m just so busy with other things, the last thing I feel like doing after work/when I have free time is to work on CC.

TS4 is Super Broken: It becomes really frustrating when every new patch EA comes out with means that people have to come to your inbox to let you know that your stuff is broken. I don’t make mods, so I always foolishly assumed my stuff wouldn’t break. But then it did. And again. And again. And AGAIN. I can’t be active enough to stay on top of it anymore. And a lot of the time I straight up don’t know WHY my stuff doesn’t work, so I don’t know how to even approach fixing it. Then there’s the issue of having to post the update, hope people see it, and try to find a way to lead people who stumble across my blog from a youtube video or blog post that’s several years old to the most up-to-date version. Its too confusing for them and for me and I kind of hate having more than one post for the same item.

I just don’t have the time anymore: I work a 40+ hour work week now, and then try to juggle my social life, chores at home, taking care of myself, and my hobbies. I barely play TS4 or get on my computer much anymore (my work is all computer based so sometimes I just want to do anything else when I get home). Its too the point that every time I’ve tried to play the game I have to update. I can’t keep up with all the changes the game is making, and I don’t even keep track of when packs come out anymore. PLUS I’m starting school again at the end of next month, and I’m still going to be working at my current job so I’m hardly going to have any free time coming up soon.

I am giving up on TS4: this is mixed with #2. The game isn’t really fun. I lasted as long as I did because I wasn’t playing, I was making CC and staging story posts. I don’t have the time to really do either of those, but I can make some time to try and play for fun. But it’s not fun. And there seems to be game breaking bugs every other week now, and while the packs seem promising, they are riddled with bugs of their own. Not to mention the laundry list of things the team has promised they would go back and fix and just haven’t, and probably never will because they have to pump out 20 new kits before the end of the year. I’ve spent more money than I’d like to admit on this game, and I don’t even find it fun to play anymore. I made the mistake of getting back into TS3 and realizing that I actually enjoy that game, which just made it so clear to me how much I don’t enjoy TS4. So I’m saying goodbye to it. I’ve complained for long enough that it’s time to really do something about it. And this is that thing.

So I think that’s it. I’m really sorry if you liked my CC and hoped I would continue. I hate letting people down. But I can’t force myself to do this anymore. I had a good run, and it was made so special by every one of you. You have no idea how much your support has helped me out through some really low times. But all good things must come to an end sometime, and I think it’s long overdue. You can still catch me at @tainoodles if you want to chat. But I am no longer working on CC. Thanks again for everything ♥

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adri-2022 · 2 years

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Mysterious Ways

Fandom: Chicago PD

Characters: Jay Halstead x OC Allison

Warnings: fluff, angst

Word count: 2179

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A/N: Hi guys, I hope everyone is doing ok. Here is a request from @katehalstead34

Don't be afraid to leave a comment!

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Being young and in love wasn’t easy as it was. Imagine what it would be like, being 22 years old and dating a 37-year-old guy, well that was Allison's situation. She had been dating Jay Halstead detective at the Intelligence Unit in the 21st district in the city of Chicago. They met in a very interesting way, she was just getting out of class at the local college, just a 20-year-old trying to deal with school stress. There had been a threat of active shooter and obviously Intelligence had to take a step, Jay saved her when a gun was being pointed at her, she saw every moment in slow motion and the rest -well it’s history-.

At the very beginning they had their ups and downs, obviously based on the age difference it was bound to have some rough patches, those made their relationship a bit rocky. They didn’t seem to manage to see eye to eye in a lot of things, both of them being as stubborn as they come. But the thing about their connection and their stubbornness was that they didn’t give up on their crazy love. Yes, Allison was young -no doubt about it- but she was a very centered, very smart woman which made Jay fall completely to his knees.

She’s a sweet young woman, very selfless, with a gentle soul; you could feel the aura of a room change once she entered and pretty much Jay’s reason to come home at the end of the day. Now two years later freshly turned 22 years old and their relationship being stronger than ever. They work together about their problems, they made a pact to never, ever, go to bed mad at each other which gave them the time to think about the issue and solve it once they were calmer.

How did Jay’s friends and family react you might ask? Well, they were really understanding, it was clear that it wasn’t just some puppy love or a fling between a barely young woman and an older guy. The connection between the two was something never witness before. So, all of them gave both Allison and Jay their entire support, through thick and thin. And that basically got Allison a chosen family, one that wouldn’t just up and leave at the first rock in the path.

Today was just another normal day, Jay had woken up cuddling with the most beautiful girl in the world, at least that’s what he thought and it was true, then got ready for work and left to work, not leaving before he went back to their room and gave her a kiss on her forehead and nose, as to not wake her up yet it happen to be her day off -and let’s say that Jay really, really appreciated days off- they were sacred to him. He admired her for a minute, just taking in her beauty and the peace that surrounded her before he had to face the real world.

Allison woke up feeling off, her head was pounding, and her stomach was not cooperating. Once she got to the kitchen of hers and Jay’s apartment, the smell of coffee made her want to attack the kitchen with some Clorox, the smell made her feel gross. It never happened before, but -they ate Chinese food last night- so maybe she had a stomach bug. At this point she forgot what breakfast meant, and she went to get dressed for the day. Maybe go to the mall or visit her green-eyed babe at his work.

But it didn’t matter what she put on, everything felt off period. She couldn’t find a vibe, that said “today is my day off, and I know I’m cute”.

“What it’s happening to me today- God could this day get any worse?” she said getting frustrated. So, she opted for something comfy and chic, which meant some leggings and Jay’s hoodie. She then went to the living room to pick up her car keys, bag and a bottle of water, well she really took a deep breath before going in the kitchen- and ran for the sake of her stomach.

Meanwhile at the intelligence unit’s bullpen, they were doing paperwork, while some of them -hens Adam and Kevin- were behaving like children, as always.

“Hey Jay, how’s Allison?” Hailey -Jay’s partner- asked

“She’s doing good, actually today is her day off” Jay answered rolling his eyes at the fact that he couldn’t be home cuddling with his beautiful girlfriend, which made Hailey and Kim -the only ones paying attention- laugh.

“Uh, I bet your extra happy about that!” Kim said while chuckling. “Yes, super happy” Jay sarcastically responded.

An hour later Allison was taking the last of the steps that led to the front desk of the 21 district. There, on the middle of chaos, was a powerful and very grumpy Sergeant Trudy Platt -probably yelling at some of the officers for being in her front desk-.

“I don’t care if you bring the president, you are still on over time, so get your ass out of my front desk” Trudy said dismissing the patrol officer, with an unamused look on her face. Looking up to see who else was there to waste her time, she encountered a surprise,

“Hi, Mrs. Chuckles to be, what brings you to this beautiful tourist attraction on this day?” she said sarcastically, which made the both of them give a slight smile.

“Hi momma Trudy. Nothing much, just going to visit Chuckles himself….and… I brought you this” Allison said while putting the bag of donuts in the sergeant’s view. There was a box of six just for the woman. Trudy then proceeded to give Allison a surprised yet thankful smile.

“You- oh you are my new favorite for sure. None of this idiots appreciates a thing I do. The very least they can do is not bother me. But yet. Here. He. Comes” that last part was directed to a patrol officer who was approaching the desk with a guilty expression. “God, what did you do now, huh?” while Trudy said this to the young officer, she gave Allison a nod to the stairs signaling that she would buzz her up to the intelligence bullpen.

Allison took that as her leave and started climbing the stairs immediately hearing laughter and- oop yeah- that’s Adam pestering the others about doing paperwork. Once at the top the first to notice her was Kevin who came straight with a fist bump and a big hug. This got the attention of the whole unit. Jay was on his feet as soon as he noticed who was being engulfed by the big teddy bear.

“Hey baby, what are you doing here?” Jay smiled wrapping his arms around her waist and giving her a sweet kiss. “Just visiting and a brought the goods” Allison responded with a big smile, and at the mention of “the goods” Adam practically ran to see what the bag in Kevin’s desk had inside.

“Adam stop. That’s not just for you. ADAM!” “HEY get back here” Kim and Hailey screamed running after Adam who pretty much bolted to the break room with the whole box.

“How was your morning?” “Lonely, woke up to an empty bed. I even thought that a dreamed about a green-eyed guy.” Now Allison and Jay were the only once left in the bullpen just having their moment, still with their arms around each other. “Uh- really. Huh, I’ll have to talk to Voight about this green-eyed guy who’s in my girl dreams” he smiled while giving her a kiss in the nose which made her giggle.

It’s been a couple of hours, and everyone in the bullpen was cracking on with paperwork leaving Allison in the break room to eat something -because yes, Jay found out that she hadn’t eaten, Voight heard and yelled at a poor patrolman to get something to eat ASAP- Allison even heard the patrol car with sirens leaving the station. They cared a lot, and that made Allison feel very good.

She got up to throw the trash in the trashcan and go out in the bullpen to see how the team was doing. Once at the doorframe she felt like her head was spinning. So, she stopped in her tracks trying to get focused, shaking her head to get the feeling to leave her alone.

“Babe you, okay?” this got the attention of the team who glanced up at Allison’s lost gaze and Jay’s very worried expression. Jay got up to get to her just as her eyes went to the back of her head and she dropped. Thankfully Jay was at arm’s length and catches her. By now the team had mobilized themselves calling for an ambulance which got there pretty fast.

As Jay got in the back of the ambulance with Allison, he gave the team a worried smile and got a hold of Allison’s hand giving it a gentle kiss, while with his other hand he caressed her hair. It wasn’t long until they got to Med, to be met by Ethan and Maggie who immediately got to work, leaving Will to calm his brother.

An hour had past when Ethan came out.

“Hey, how is she? Is she okay? What happened?” Jay bombarded; Ethan just raised one hand as to tell Jay that he was going to answer but that he had to calm down.

“She’s okay. She’s resting right now. We think it had to be related to her glucose, so we send for a blood test. The results should be here any minute. I know it’s a stupid question but is protocol, would you like to see her now?” at this Jay sighed and nodded. “I’ll be at the nurse desk if you need me” Will said as to what Jay thanked him.

Now following Ethan in Allison’s room. He couldn’t help but to release a relieved sigh. There she was sleeping peacefully on her side and looking as if nothing happened. Getting to her, Jay pulled a chair closer and sat getting her hand and bringing it to his lips.

“Hey, my boyfriend won’t like you being this close to me” Jay heard her voice making his head snap up, then giving her a big relieved smile and leaning to give her a kiss. “I think I could take him” he said with giving her a smirk and a wink.

“You really scared me, thought I lost there for a second” now in a serious way looking straight in her eyes. “I’m okay, I’m right here. Not going anywhere Jay” Allison responded putting her other hand on his cheek, which he leaned on. Just then the door opened showing Ethan and Will.

“I have your blood test results. And we figured out was caused you to essentially faint” Ethan said giving Will a nod. “Allison- your pregnant, 3 months to be exact” Will finished. The room fell silent, while Jay looked at Allison with happy tears, he couldn’t even comprehend how they didn’t figure it out sooner.

“Wait 3 months? Already?” Allison said while putting her hand on her barely noticeable bump. “Yes, you didn’t notice your period missing” “No, I- I’ve so stressed with work and college that a didn’t even think about it to be honest” She said with her voice cracking a couple of times.

“Well congratulations, both of you, we’ll give you some privacy” with that both Ethan and Will left. Leaving a very worried Allison, because even though Jay loved her, they hadn’t really talked about kids. I mean she was really young and he- well maybe he didn’t see kids to be a factor in his life. This would definitely break them, he was gonna leave her and she felt nothing more than desperation and anxiety creeping on her. As if he could read her worried thoughts trough her expression,

“Hey sunshine. It’s okay. We’ll figure it out. I’m not going anywhere; I’m staying right here. We’re having a baby” he said giving her hand a sweet kiss, putting the other one on top of her barely visible baby bump -but now they knew it was there- and smiling like a kid who just got the best Christmas present. This made Allison look at Jay with a surprised expression. “You’re happy?”

“Of course, I’m happy, were having a mini us. Hey- baby look at me- This is good, it’s so good. You have no idea how happy I am. And there is no one I’d rather share this blessing with than you” with that he stood up placing both his hands on the cheeks and giving her a massive kiss that poured all the love and the joy they were both feeling. When pulling from the kiss, he gaze into her eyes with a determined goal in mind,

“Marry me…” silence. A teary smile broke in Allison’s face while she nodded, pulling him into another kiss. I guess life really works in mysterious ways.

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