#and hank saying 'no I gave up my whole world to hold on to the role they want me to play'

[blueishyellowish]

Red is More My Color

by: Ducky

Rating: E

Trigger Warning: Disassociation

The entire debacle leaving the Avengers reeling. Because Hank Pym had been dead, Hank Pym had a funeral. And now he was back?

Hank—no, Yellowjacket—reminded himself that he was only so easily allowed to rejoin because of Janet. He knew all too well that she had to convince Tony to do so. That despite it being not in their best interest to have a lunatic like Yellowjacket be an Avenger, a part of the Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, Jan needed him.

Tony wanted Hank Pym back.

Janet wanted Hank Pym back.

Yellowjacket was not Hank Pym.

Still he found himself rearranging his—Hank’s—laboratory back to the way it was before Pym had died.

There was a certain nostalgia that settled in the back of mind at his—Hank’s—no His, old stomping grounds.

At this point Yellowjacket had become something very real and present in his mind. An entity he had finally gotten control of only after Jan was in danger. A unknown blessing, for only once he had been able to think clearly.

The lab was oddly clean he thought to himself looking around, an empty chair soon became filled as a very tired Yello—Hank— plopped down into it.

He started into his hands. Who was he?

His thoughts were soon interrupted by a certain buzzing.

“Hank!” she said, whizzing in the lab before assuming normal size, “I’m so glad you’re moving all your stuff back in! I know it looks really, uh, fresh, in here, but I had the whole place cleaned top to bottom! I know you usually don’t like people touching your stuff but I mean you moved most of it out anyways so it couldn’t even be touched in the first place—“

Her voice slowly became more muffled as she spoke. Yellowjacket was pounding inside of his head.

“You’re not Hank Pym. Pym was a useless scientist, you are an Avenger now. There is no need for this lab, there is no need for her.”

He kept staring into his hands, tunnel vision, as if staring at one spot could make the entire world fall away, be sucked into one pinpoint where he would no longer have to think.

He felt like he was sinking down somewhere where he could never resurface.

“Hank are you even listening?”

He looked up at her, Yellowjacket would have snapped at her. Hank would have apologized. He just blinked slowly in her direction aware of the same sinking feeling now in his chest.

He breathed in sharply, chest now gone cold. Jan regarded him with a strange look in her eye. She was suddenly much closer to him, her hand on his shoulder.

Her touch gave him more chills. She was so close to him, their faces just millimeters apart. Somewhere subconsciously in his brain he registered the concern in her very blue eyes.

He felt frozen, overrun with chills whether it be from her touch or from his own identity at war with itself, tearing him apart leaving a shell of a broken man.

His mouth felt like it was filled with cotton, he gulped and gasped as if out of breath.

“Jan..” He spoke very softly, missing the Yellowjacket bravado he had tried to assume.

Her eyes darted between his. They were sitting on the ground now, Jan was holding his hand, he was unsure how they got there.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

She stared at him, the look in her eyes unreadable.

There was roaring in his ears.

He realized she was talking to him.

“—ank, Hank!” She grabbed hold of his chin and jerked his head towards hers. Something popped in his ears and the greying world came swirling back. He gasped again.

“Hank,” she said again much softer.

“Your name is not Hank.”

“Jan.” He said again, all he could say was her name. She was his all.

“Hank,” she said firmly, “Are you in there?”

He blinked.

“Yes, I believe so.”

Her face twisted in an expression only Jan could accomplish, “Good, you had me worried for a second there Hank, couldn’t have you go all disassociate-y on me.” She laughed nervously. She sounded like she was trying to pass it off as if she wasn’t bothered. But that wasn’t the case at all.

She huffed a breath and knocked on his head. “Seriously Hank, what is going on in that big head of yours.”

He sat up a little straighter. He could definitely confirm they were on the cold floor now. He must have slid off his chair at one point during that whole thing. “I’m not sure,” he whispered and stared somewhere past her.

Jan butted her way into his line of sight. “Hank, I know I try to act okay but I’m really worried right now.” His head was pounding. “This has to do with whatever Yellowjacket is right?”

He hummed. “I,“ he hesitated, “I sometimes get like that when he’s trying to take over or something.” He rubbed his forehead and ran his hands through his tousled hair, frustrated. “I’m not sure Jan,” he snapped, “I’m a scientist not a psychologist.”

She raised her eyebrow and said ever so patiently, “I know Hank, I’m just trying to help you talk through this.” God, he didn’t deserve her or her patience. She didn’t even point out that he acknowledged that he is Hank Pym the scientist not Yellowjacket, the maniac who plagued his thoughts.

She signed and brought her hand up to his head, removing his hand that had become tangled into his hair and replaced it with her own, brushing through it minutely. “Tony kept telling me you needed help. I think he was so forceful in telling me because he went through something like this years ago. Pepper would tell me about the long nights they had shared together while he spiraled out of control.” Hank glanced up her, despite his disdain for Tony Stark, he couldn’t help but listen. “He eventually gave in and started therapy and meditation which helped him tremendously.” Hank knew this, he could see the difference in the man from five years ago to today. Jan laughed to herself, “If Tony Stark can go to therapy, I’m sure it’s no problem for Hank Pym to give it a try.”

Hank looks down at his hands again outstretched. Those hands could be used for creation or destruction, that’s the power he held. And Yellowjacket helped him, he helped Hank become something greater, he had always been there for Hank, urging him since the beginning. That, despite his will for pacifism there was something always inside eating at him like a parasite to punish humanity for their evil acts, those villains he had tried to rehabilitate, they needed justice for their unforgivable wrongdoings and Yellowjacket was the answer since the beginning.

“You know it to be true.”

“Earth to Hank Pym,” said an amused Jan, “Man I really never noticed how often you space out like that, seriously Hank it—“

“Jan,” he said suddenly, something strange in his voice, “Yellowjacket wasn’t just something that happened recently.”

Jan got ever so closer to him he could smell her breath, “Say again?” She had a nasty way of sounding unconcerned in the most concerned way.

He was suddenly afraid, of judgment or shame perhaps, “He’s always been there, this voice in my head telling me to do things maybe even since before Ant-Man. After joining the Avengers it became more focused and eventually it gave itself a name.”

“Yellowjacket,” Jan breathed. She had long stopped brushing her hand then his hair. This time Hank could see the fear in every curve of her face. “Hank,” she said firmly, “Are you telling me you have had a voice in your head for years and you haven’t thought to tell anybody.”

“I tell my ants about it,” he said sheepishly, he started fiddling with his hands, a blush creeping up his neck, “The yellowjackets are less understanding thats why—“

“Hold up,” Jan said now standing, hands on her hips, appalled, “You are telling me you have had a voice and your head for years and not only did you not tell anyone about it, but you told your ants,”

“Well when you say it like that it sounds kind of silly.” He put his head down, now ashamed, “This is why I don’t tell people things because this happens.”

Jan bent down to his level again, “Hank,” she put a loving hand on his face, “I’m not judging you, like I said, I am just trying to help you talk through this. But excuse me for being a little sour that you told you ants about this before even thinking of telling me.”

“I’m sorry Jan.”

“You and I are partners remember?” She took his hand, “That means we stick together no matter what, that means we tell each other things no matter what we think the other person will think.”

He felt stunned, his chest was warm as her hand was against his. He met her eyes and finally was compelled to say what he wanted to say to her face a long time ago. Because how lucky was he to have such a strong, amazing woman in his life, with the heart to be by his side when he was at his very lowest.

“I love you, Janet Van Dyne,” he spluttered.

Her face twisted into something smug, “What was that, Doctor Pym? I couldn’t quite hear you.”

He thinks he’s hyperventilating. “I love you, Janet Van Dyne.” And next he does the unthinkable, he gently takes her head in his hands and brings his lips to hers. For a moment everything stops and he feels lighter than air.

They separate, both breathing heavily. His face starts to get hot when he realized what he’s done.

“Wow, Hank,” Jan says, “You could have at least asked me on a date first,” she giggles, rolls her eyes and kisses him again.

“I’m sorry, I don’t what came over me,” he gasped.

“Don’t worry handsome, I’ve been waiting a long time for that.” His anxiousness melts away as he realizes he didn’t screw everything up.

“You wanted this?” He is a little confused now.

“You really are that oblivious, huh,” she snarked. “Hank Pym, I have wanted you since day one.”

Hank is a little lot confused now. She wanted him? He starts to wrack his brain connecting the times she was overly close or flirty to anyone but it always was toward him. How could he have been so dumb!

“However,“ she says, “It would be selfish of me to want to start anything now while you are still unwell Hank. I have waited this long, I don’t mind waiting a little longer.”

“But Jan—“

“No buts Hank, I want you to get better and work on yourself before we can start working on us, okay?”

He looks at her again, how was he so lucky?

“Say it out loud for me.”

“Okay Jan,” he decides, “I want to get better, I would like to get help.”

She smiled, “Now that’s the bug boy I know.”

Hank shook his head and stood up from his sad place on the floor. Jan said he had to catch him as he sank down lost in wherever Yellowjacket leads him.

“You are never going to get better,” he snarls.

“Perhaps,” he says to his other, “But now I have a reason to try.”

Jan took him by the hand, “Can you come join us for dinner Hank? I’m sure the rest of the team would love to see you?” Hank is unsure, he almost pulls back his hand. “Or,” she pauses, “maybe we can both stay here, if that’s what you need. I can order us take-out.”

Hank gives it a second thought. “I guess I can come upstairs.”

Jan smiles, “They are all concerned for you, It’s not just me who cares about Hank Pym.”

He remembers after staring at the statue of him, walking to join the team. Yellowjacket thought Clint stared at him pointedly but instead he could see now that it was worry. Steve was as stoic as ever but his eyes held compassion that only Captain America was capable of. T’Challa was hard to read but his body language almost looked protective towards Hank. Maybe they cared more than he previously thought.

“C’mon Hank” Jan snapped him out of his ruminating. She pulled his hand toward the door.

“Alright Janet, let me just change out of the Yellowjacket suit.” He pulled on his favorite sweater, “Red was more my color anyway.”

THE END

For my new friend @gelu-the-babosa-multiversal

Inspired me to actually pick up the pen and write.

Cross Posted on AO3

[wwemcumuscleslover]

A Bloodline Fate chapter 3

Dear Diary, another day begins for me in Chicago and in the best way possible, with my favorite sound, my boyfriend's deep voice. I feel him pull my hair, exposing a part of my neck and thus starting to kiss the entire length from the base of my ear to the beginning of my shoulder.

- good morning Baby...

I opened my eyes and there were the most beautiful brown eyes in the world, shining warmly...

- Good morning Sweety!!!

- Sweety? – he repeated the compliment with that cute smile.

- Yes, you're a sweetie... - I replied while holding her face in my hands.

- The Bandits disagree with that!

-That's their problem – I exclaimed as he started to get out of bed.

- Get dressed, let's get coffee on the way to intelligence. – Hank took my hand and helped me stand.

- I need 20 minutes! – I threw my arms around his neck.

- I'll wait downstairs.

I turned towards the bathroom and at that moment, I could only feel a light slap on my butt, Voight just looked at me with that expression that was a mix of cuteness and naughtiness..

I took a shower and started to get ready, in the middle of the process, I came across some purple spots on my body, I couldn't contain my smile, he was very good in bed, the kind of intense and accurate love. I had to use a lot of foundation and concealer to cover the marks, not to mention a turtleneck.

After finishing everything, I went downstairs and found Hank waiting at the door.

- I'm going to meet with an informant before going to intelligence. – he notified. – Are you going to do something while I work…

- I don't have anything scheduled for today.- Suddenly my cell phone rings, I pull it out and see the photo of my uncle Elliott.- just give me a minute!

- one day they will need to know. – said Voight.

- But not now! – I said, touching his face.

Hank took my hand and kissed each of my fingers.

The conversation with my uncle was peaceful, although I identified some attempts to extract information beyond the typical concerns, my uncle used to be more paranoid than my father, I think it was the work of raising my 5 cousins that left him like this, to say the least. work too...

- Tonight, we have dinner with the mayor.

- We have? – I asked in surprise.

- if you want to go! – Hank pulled my hand and kissed it – and where is your ring?

Damn it! I must had taken the ring off before taking a shower and left it on the bathroom table. I asked the time for dinner and he told me it would be around 7 pm, I was also instructed on the location, the Chicago City Hall ballroom, it would practically be the first event we would be at as a couple. Which made me think about the press, but I was quickly reassured by the information that it was a closed event.

The conversation with the informant was very quick, according to Voight there was an active drug ring, reports from Chicago Med put the police on alert, many deaths due to overdose, not to mention the high rate of deaths due to territorial control among the gangs they command this medium.

The plans to first go to district 21 were changed with an emergency call about a shooting downtown.

- This is Sergeant Hank Voight, I'm 10 minutes away from the scene.

We arrived at the location and Voight recommended that I stay in the car. I suggested that I find somewhere to buy coffee, he agreed and so we continued with our tasks.

I got out of the car and soon saw a bakery, went in and ordered two simple coffees with milk and two natural sandwiches.

After paying, I made my way back to the car. Hank appeared soon after.

- Hungry? – I asked ironically.

- of food and of you! – He grabbed my chin and gave me a kiss that was abruptly interrupted.

- Hey Sergeant, sorry. – said Atwater. – a clue came up, I'll check with Ruzek and we'll go back to the district.

I started laughing at the whole situation. Kevin's expression was as amused as possible, I looked over at Hank and there was that mischievous smile.

We headed towards the district, and in the meantime I had to be kind enough to feed Voight, while he was driving

In short, the morning was a little more focused on data analysis. I sat in his office, reading a book I brought, as well as answering some text messages in particular from my cousin Kathleen, which made me think it was a strategy from my uncle.

My father was more good, he was calmer, I think that after living in a chaotic home, he preferred not to repeat the patterns.

- Hey Baby, I'm going out to investigate a suspect, I managed to wait. - he said.

I answered his question affirmatively. Being alone in that silence was a bit maddening, the phone would break the ice within a few hours, but other than that waiting for them to return was not easy, especially when I had previously learned that the case of the day was a file burning. Today's victim was a key witness in a homicide and these things are twice as bad

I will summarize the day here, the person responsible for the murder was arrested, as well as the Trial linked to the victim occurred as expected, the investigations into the drug cartel remained open, it would still take some time to conclude this story..

It was 6 pm when we returned home to get ready for dinner with the mayor.

I opted for a long red dress. I needed more time than usual on makeup to cover some of the purple marks that Voight had left on my neck and above my chest and speaking of him, he wore his typical police attire, which my goodness, nothing looked bad on that man. I put on my ring and went to find him again at the door waiting for me.

- Sorry for the delay, I don't have dresses with a high collar. – I pointed to one of the perfectly covered areas.

- There was no need to cover it – he covered my lips with his and kissed me intensely.

It took us about 15 minutes to get to city hall with his calm driving style.

Nothing compared to a winter night in Chicago.

At the scene, Voight got out of the car first and came to help me out of the vehicle, I linked my arm through his and we went up the stairs.

I wasn't surprised when Hank introduced me as his girlfriend. And I became more apprehensive when an FBI agent apparently knew my uncle.

I loved that man. YES! But one of my insecurities was the fear of Judgment and there are still those who don't believe in healthy relationships between people of such different ages.

I met with Chief Bodem, leader of battalion 51, accompanied by his wife. I spent a good part of the night talking to her, while our loved ones talked to the city's main leaders about daily things.

At one point, some people were looking at me and then at Hank, and I knew exactly what was going through their heads. Probably the worst things were coming to their heads.

I excused myself and went to a balcony, so I could breathe a little.

- any problems baby. – Hank hugged me from behind, which left me free to lean my head on his shoulder.

- I needed a little more air.

- you are a terrible liar!

- I'm fully aware that people don't look favorably on one of the most important men in this city dating someone so young.

-That's none of their business-he whispered in my ear.

His voice entered the system and every part of me heated up to the point where my coat was unbearable.

- Can you help me face this? -I asked in a pleading tone, looking deep into his eyes. - Please..

- always my Baby Girl...

At that moment I placed myself face to face and simply presented him with a kiss.

I was loving this city and this man, I catch myself thinking that if he had the idea of finding an open registry office, I would accept his name.

Elisa Stabler Voight

This seems to sound better than all the symphonies written.

Genuinely I would do that..

Well My Diary, that was Today. See you tomorrow

E.Stabler.

@yezzyyae @chicago-pd-is-weird @ofmulti-fandoms

[mikasuxxx]

this might be a bit off topic for me but idc

i keep thinking about the idea of connor being really curious about human babies and their behavior

It probably started when one of his cowrokers at DPD, whos a single mother brings her baby to the office with her because she couldn't afford daycare/a babysitter at the time

There arent really any infants or small children in the dbh universe–at least none that were shown or mentioned, besides Hanks late son Cole–so i dont assume Connor has encountered that many babies throughout his career as a detective, probably because they dont trust androids to run interviews with children or interact with children in case of malfunctions or whatnot

so naturally, connor is very curious when he sees his co-worker bring her baby with her to the office, and approaches her at her desk while her baby is sitting in her little baby carrier right beside her mother's desk while she types away at her computer

The woman doesnt notice him standing there until he greets her in his usual tone

"Hello detective [Name]!"

The woman jolts in her seat as his voice rips her out of her headspace, "Jesus, Connor, don't do that again, you scared me..."

"My apologies, detective. I see you have brought your infant to work?"

"Yeah, the prices for daycares and babysitters are outrageous, i didnt have much of a choice" she replied, looking embarrassed

Connor turned to look down at the baby, who was also looking back at him and cooing. he tilted his head to the side as his LED circle on his temple blinked, signaling that he was analyzing some stats in his head.

The baby giggled at the sight of him, squirming in her seat

Connor looked back at the woman "She seems to be happy, do you know why?"

The woman looked at him blankly for a second before shrugging. "I'm not sure. its a thing babies do when they're discovering the world around them, i think."

Connor looked back at the baby, who now was trying to eat her own foot. "Why is she doing that?"

"Connor, i dont know why she does the things she does. Shes a baby, and I'm her mother, not a an expert." the woman sighed

"Shes around 5 months old, 16 lbs 4 oz, she's very healthy for her age"

"Huh? How did you- oh."

"I looked at her digital birth records, they're public records."

"I know that, Connor. Look, shouldnt you be working with Hank on a case right now?"

The android shook his head. "its detective Hank's day off today."

"Okay...well dont you have something to do on your own? Writing reports?"

"I am already caught up on all my case reports so far."

The woman looked at him, trying to think of something to say, when Fowler's voice interrupted her

"Detective [Name], can you come into my office? i have a job for you."

"Alright, give me one second!" she replied from across the office. She then turns to Connor. "Can you watch her for me while i go see what Fowler wants?"

The android nods and smiles. "I promise i will make sure she is okay."

The woman gave him a faint smile before scurrying to Fowler's office.

****

So the co-worker got assigned a case on the other side of the city, and she asks Connor if he could babysit her baby while she's gone. And of course, he agrees. She then hands him a diaper bag and the keys to her house so he can babysit there.

So he uses his built-in search engine to look up information about how to care for a baby, like how to change diapers, how to feed them, burp them, play with them, put them to sleep, etc.

So he basically spends the whole day with the baby. and he just sits there with the baby sitting in her baby walker, cooing.

He even talks to the baby as if she could understand him, but she just stares back at him blankly or she isnt listening and is more interested in her toys and putting them in her mouth

"You're teething, thats why you're nibbling on your toys, isnt it?"

"*unintelligible baby coos*"

"I see"

But sometimes when they baby cries and she's just inconsolable, connor is at a loss. He tries everything from feeding, holding her, handing her, but nothing works. His LED turns yellow from being overwhelmed and he just doesnt know what to do.

So he calls Hank asking for help. Hank is surprised that Connor is actually caring for a baby, but alas he agrees to help.

So he comes over and he shows him how to calm down a baby. When he holds the baby, he pats her back and rocks her and her crying stops.

"How did you do that, detective?"

"Do what?"

"Get her to stop crying, she seemed inconsolable."

"Well, sometimes babies cry for reasons that we'll never know, sometimes they do it just to cry. But one thing most babies like is getting patted on the back and rocked. That usually helps soothe them"

Connor tilts his head. "I see"

"Does she have a sleep suit lying around?i think she cried herself to sleep, literally "

And so the baby is put in her little sleep suit and put in her crib, and shes out like a light.

So the mom comes back and she's surprised when she sees the house all neat and her baby sleep and sound.

She thanks Connor for his generous efforts with a kiss on the cheek before he leaves

And he thinks about it till the next day.

So now it became a regular thing with connor playing with the baby sometimes and holding her. He always asks about her and if the mom needs any help. So now whenever Connor has some free time he happily spends it looking after the baby.

He learns more and more about babies through that experience, and i feel like he becomes really drawn to them and his eyes light up whenever he sees one in public.

Hes sometimes seen pushing the baby in a stroller while hes on a walk in the park. He becomes very good at taking care of her. He becomes such a sweet father figure in a way

Idk, i just love the idea of him with babies.

so i guess thats it. sorry for rambling on so much.

[calyxaomphalos]

The Ghosts of Windy Ridge

Turn #98, two components

location #4 - Great Hall (2) neighbor #9 - Zeb (5)

25 April 2022, Monday Afternoon

The visit to the mine turned out to be a waste of time. I remembered hearing that the topic of the next community gathering gets posted on Monday afternoons. I'd only be in town for one more of them, so I wanted to know what it was going to be as soon as I possibly could. With that in mind, I drove directly to the Great Hall.

There they were, small signs on each of the three double doors. "Henry Phelan on the topic of the Insurrection at the Capitol on the 6th of January, 2021."

Well, that was a topic, for sure. That he called it an insurrection actually gave me some hope for the world. If a grizzled old disabled miner like Hank could see that the attack on the Capitol was a raw power grab from a whiny toddler of a man, perhaps there was a lot of support in the town for democracy.

Come to think of it, I'd seen surprisingly few flags around town. Just a few places where they stood out, like on the chainlink fences on either side of the overpasses on the highway. That's clearly a fad around this part of the country which had struck me on my whole drive here. There's certainly nothing like that back home.

"Yo, Serren, you with us here?" I heard a voice nearly whisper at my left shoulder.

I realized I'd been standing at the doorway gazing at the announcement sign for what was probably an embarassingly long amount of time. Thank goodness Zeb's voice was very gentle and instead of startling me out of my reverie, I was able to collect myself and turn to him to say, "You know, Zeb, I'm not entirely sure. What do you think about this next meeting announcement?"

I'd tried not to tip my hand, but I knew Zeb already had me figured out since we'd shared that joint in the middle of last week.

"Hank has his crazy ideas," Zeb started in quietly. My heart sank a bit. "But in this case, I think he's got himself a point," he said, making eye contact and giving me a clear wink as he heard me let out the breath I'd started holding at the 'crazy ideas' portion of his comment.

"What's the sense around town? How many people buy into the Big Lie? Do you think Hank has to convince anyone or are folks going to show up and cheer him on?" I blurted out my questions before realizing I may be overwhelming poor Zeb.

He let out a low whistle. "There's a few who are going to have a hard time with this, yeah, but most folks aren't paying that close attention, honestly. Folks who come to Thursday's gathering, this may be the first time they've heard anything about it."

[hrefna-the-raven]

Taste of regret (Chapter 1)

There aren't enough Travis fanfictions, I just had to contribute xD the world needs more Travis Hackett stories <3

Summary:

The same routine once a week, every Wednesday evening, since Travis started doing the shifts at the station with Hank. They drove to the only bar in North Kill to drink and play pool, throughout the whole night right until the bar closed.

Chapter 1 - Wednesdays

The same routine once a week, every Wednesday evening, since Travis started doing the shifts at the station with Hank. They drove to the only bar in North Kill to drink and play pool, throughout the whole night right until the bar closed. They always were the last to leave, wavering home and cursing the next morning swearing to rein back the week after. Every Wednesday felt like some weird version of Groundhog Day right until a year ago when a new bartender took over. Fred, the owner of the bar retired, leaving the establishment to Y/N, a young and rather good looking woman,who came to North Kill to find refuge from the hectic army life. After six years as a soldier you had seen enough and chose the quiet country, although you weren't entirely sure if owning and maintaining a bar would be a definition of quiet. By pure chance, there was a touch of fate that Fred's farewell party happened to fall in the middle of the week, on the exact same day Travis had his night out, but at this moment neither of you realised what impact this coincidence had on the both you.

It was around 9pm when Travis and Hank came through the door, you could feel a sudden cold but fresh breeze clashing with the warmth and beer odour of the room, instinctively you looked up and your eyes met instantly with Travis'. It felt like one of those magical moments, neither of you knew what it exactly was, but you held the gaze, feeling a soft tug towards each. After breaking the eye contact, he and Hank walked up to Fred, patting him on the shoulder and discussing what you presumed to be farewell wishes and questions about his plans for retirement. Travis excused himself and walked up to the counter, sheepishly smiling at you. You threw your towel over your shoulder and leaned towards him.

"What can I get you", your eyes wandered over to his name badge, "sheriff Hackett."

Your voice had this soothing mesmerizing tone, radiating captivating aura, an invisible net which captured Travis' old heart on the spot, leaving him absolutely defenseless. He suddenly felt like a stupid teenager, a heat rising to his cheeks and quickly looked over to Hank who gave him a thumb up to order the usual.

"Two whiskey, please", he still avoided your eyes.

As time passed, the slurred conversation in the bar grew louder and it was just after 11pm as Travis walked up to you again, slightly staggering and definitely buzzed after two hours of toasting with Fred and Hank. A quiet voice in the back of head told him to be careful, to restrain himself, but the boisterous drunk voice seemed to win with better arguments. He dropped down on the bar chair and looked up, eyelids heavy and the vision starting to blur.

"Don't say it", you said jokingly while closing your eyes, pressing two fingers against your temple faking a concentrated expression, "two whiskey", you opened your eyes again and winked at him, which earned you a chuckle.

"Ma'am, you're trespassing on private property", he joked and tapped his head with a finger, "stop reading my mind."

"Please don't shoot me, I've got a search warrant", you innocently raised your hands holding up the drinks for him.

His heartbeat was tapping the rhythm of a dangerously fast song, his head began to spin, but there was this loud voice again, urging him to ask her name, argumenting that she definitely had some interest in him, starting a joke and playing it along.

"Ok, I'll let you off with a warning this time, but only if you tell me your name", his direct approach surprised even him and his stomach felt queasy causing him to tense up.

Before you could answer, Fred rocked up behind the sheriff and leaned on his shoulder, Travis foundered somewhat under the sudden weight.

"Y/N, I'll be off home now, I'm too drunk, too old and too retired to stay any longer", he babbled, "sheriff I'm off, it was nice having you and Hank around. Take good care of of my bar, Y/N!", he walked a few a steps away, turning around again, "oh and Travis, be careful with her, she might look like an angel but that woman can't bite the devil on her tongue and will say whatever comes to that weird mind of hers", and he went out of the door, leaving you and the sheriff in a moment of awkward silence.

You were the first to talk again and as time passed you ended up being caught in a deep conversation with the sheriff, only interrupting it here and there to serve the other clients. Travis and you discussed god and the world until it was midnight, you closed the bar and stood for a moment outside with sheriff Hackett, who was the last guest for that night.

"Until next Wednesday, Y/N, it was nice talking to you."

You made your farewells and left both in opposite directions. Travis tried his best to keep his body in check as he staggered home. He felt a little dumbfounded, his inebriated mind struggling with the events of this evening. He couldn't get a hold of this beautiful young woman wasting her time on talking to him, a weird old man in uniform, coming to the bar she now owned to get hammered once a week. He was nothing special, he never considered himself ugly but hell, he was well aware that he couldn't possibly be handsome enough to get that much attention from any woman your age. Whatever it was, he decided that he was too tired to overthink it in detail and he fell on his bed, falling asleep with improper dreams of you.

You let out a sigh as you let the apartment door shut. You didn't expect anything from this small town, you presumed to encounter trouble with some of the local drunks at work, maybe a quiet time outside your work, but your tiny list of expectations never mentioned the possibility to be intrigued, almost mesmerized, by the local sheriff. He was clearly older than you, even though not too bad looking, but there was something in his eyes that enamored you, something that was maybe slightly mischievous, there was certainly more to him than just being a lawman trying to keep a small town in check; and then there was this unspoken chemistry, a magical spell squiggling around you and him, talking to him felt like it came naturally, no need to restrain yourself, your shared interests and the sarcastic dark humour hopping hand in hand down a street of which only time could tell where it lead.

Chapter 2

[gegewrites]

mr.whites daughter  15-202.6

(not edited) Your pov- Back to work-

It's been a few days since we got back to work, because if the whole hank in the hospital and my dad having to keep up his appearance with our family. We also owed Gus 400 pounds. "What is it?" I looked uk at Jesse, tapping my pen on the clip board. "201.7."He sighed. "Better over then under." My dad said walking over. "By a pound and a half? Why don't we just take it out and save it?" Jesse said and my dad closed the bin. "We ship it as is." He said. "Let's not over complicate it." I wrote down the amount. "Why are we giving him free meth?" Jesse asked as my dad put it away from Dead eyes to get it later,"these bitches are bleeding us." "You get paid very well, Jesse." My dad from over by the lockers. I stayed looking at the table, I didn't want to see what was happening. "I've been crunching the numbers." Jesse said walking over,"this deal is bullshit." "We all get a million." I said turning around and sitting on the scale table as my dad fixed his belt. "He's wholesaling 40 large." Jesse looked back at me. "That's high for this stuff." I shrugged. "Bitch you were selling pounds for 65 large." He pointed at me," he's doing 40 large a pound, for 200 pounds a week for 3 months." I cocked my head at him,"2400 thousand pounds, times that by 40 thousand-" "96 million." My dad and k said in unison. "To our collective three million, that's fucked up!" Jesse argued, I got off the table and walked over to them. "You are a millionaire and you're complaining? What world do you live in Jesse?" My dad questioned him. "A world where the dudes do the work and don't get fisted for it." My dad started to walk towards the stairs,"what happened to you man?!"  My dad didn't respond, I opened my locker and grabbed out the clothes I have to change into,"we gotta hash this out!" "Jesse." I shook my head,"just...drop it. Alright?" "Drop it? Yo we're getting fucked over here." I put the small pile of folded clothes onto the table by the phone. "We're making a million dollars, I don't think we're getting fucked Jess." I kicked mh sneakers off,"far from it." "We're giving away free meth." He walked around to the other side of the table,"a pound and a half for free." "That's just how it has to be." I took my shirt off and put it on the table and unbuttoned my jeans. I have to go to the hospital, which means, changing out of my usual wear into something I'd wear at sauls office. "Not how it has to be." I stepped out of jeans and folded it and simply starred at him. "Look...I'm not trying to get on Gus' bad side, alright?" I grabbed my button up and put it on and started working on the buttons,"I...I really don't." "You wouldn't though." He crossed his arms. I grabbed my skirt and stepped into it, tucking my shirt into it,"yo we made him a deal, 200 pounds, a week. Not 201, not 205, 200." "Jesse..." I zipped up my skirt,"just drop it, can you grab my heels?" "Yeah, yeah." He said walking away, I sat on the table, folding my clothes uk begire taking my socks off as he came back, he handed me my heels and i put them on,"it's not right though." "Doesn't matter, we signed a contract." "Saying 200." He leaned forward, grabbing onto the edge of the table, keeping me pined in front of him. "Jesse I don't have time for this right now." I shook my head,"look it is, what it is." "Are you siding with them?" "For a million dollars? Yeah, I'm sorry." I slid off the table and he took a step back. I bent down and grabbed my sneakers and my clothes,"I gotta go, I'll see you tonight." I gave him a kiss on the cheek and then one of the lips. "Yeah I'll see you tonight."

I walked down the hall, my heals clicking against the white tiles. Coming down the hall, I saw agent Gomes, he was holding a manilla folder. "Hey there (y/n)." He greeted. "Hey agent gomez." I gave him a smile as I stood in front of hanks room door. "You're dressed up." He pointed out. "Work attire." I shrugged with a smile," you coming in?" "You bet." I nodded as I opened the door. My mom was standing by a table full of flowers with Marie, my dad was sitting with a magazine, and Junior was resting his head on his palm. "Hey." I said and they looked over, my mom gave me a smile and walked diver with her arms open. I gave her a hug and she kissed my cheek. "Hey sweetheart." She parted from me. "Cool if I visit?" Gomez asked and Marie nodded, he walked over to hank,"his color looks good." "Hey kiddo." I gave junior a smile. "Hey." He smiled. My dad looked up at me and gave me a nod and a smile, I did the same. I felt...weird, being in here. Ya know, my uncle beat up Jesse...now he's in the hospital...he knows I'm with Jesse. I don't know. Just feels weird. "It that you Gomey?" Hank asked in a quiet voice. "You bet it is." He chuckled. "Come here." Gomez walked closer,"closer," he took another step and leaned in,"closer...Asshole." "He got you good." Junior laughed. "Ahah still got that twisted humor." Gomez chuckled,"got somethin for you." He opened uk the folder and took out the paper inside,"been keeping eyes on the meth for 6 or 7 weeks...it's bavk everywhere." My dad and I glanced at eachother and the back to the two men. "Really?" Hank asked. "Texas, Nevada, Farmington, and strictly street deals." Gomez nodded and Marie said he'd as she walked past me. "No more ship talk, I'll be back." She said as she left the room. "We didn't see it coming, but you? You did." "The only reason why I'm breathing...cause I got a warning call." Hank groaned, clicking the dropper. "What do you mean?"I asked. "Got a call, A minute before it happened, warning me. Telling me to except someone. Could've been anyone, not worth listening to though." Gomez nodded slowly. "It was a cartel hit...why'd they call?" He asked, Hank didn't respond just clicked the dropper repeatedly. "Damn im in pain." He groaned and my phone rang on my purse. I grabbed it out and flipped it open. "I'll be right back, excuse me." I opened the door and walked out and answered it,"hey there old man." "Hey there (y/n), was wonderin if you could swing by the bar...got somethin I wanna run by ya." Raul said, I could hear the sound of light bar chatter. "Depends what it is?" I took a few steps away from the door. "The blue stuff." He said plainly,"thinkin someone's...reselling your cook." "Yea yeah, no we um...got a new distributor, all over Texas, Nevada, New Mexico." I said and he hummed. "Seems like they're underselling you though. 40 large for a pound, not 65." "Yeah." I sighed,"it is what it is though, better for your pocket though right?" "That's true...look, I still need ya to swing by the bar." I bit the inside of my cheek and I heard the room door open. "What for?" I glanced over my shoulder, my dad was standing behind me. "Just swing over, something for you and your lover boy." I heard him chuckle,"don't worry, you know I ain't gonna give you nothin bad." "Um...yeah sure, I'll-I'll leave right now." I turned around,"see ya soon Raul." "See ya." I hung up the call and put my phone back in mh purse. "Who was it?" My dad asked, crossing his arms. "Raul, called to let me know that someone was selling out stuff behind our back, I explained it to him, selling a pound for 40 large, I use to be able to sell it to him for 65 large." I shrugged,"I gotta go, um he wants to talk." "Huh." He nodded,"alright." "Yeah, Imma-Imma go.." I pointed behind me,"tell them I had to get back to sauls office, an emergency or something, you're good at lying, make something up."

Jesses pov-

I got a call from Saul to meet him at a nail salon. A fuckin nail salon. I looked through the large glass windows and he was getting a pedicure and a manicure.  I opened the door and walked in and he looked over at me. "There he is! I started without you, ladies he's in for the full treatment. Thought (y/n) was coming with you." He said as i walked over. "She had to go meet up with someone." I gave him a furrowed brow look, crossing my arms. "Also thought the big guy would've came." He shrugged. "Do k look like his fuckin shadow?" I scoffed. "The genius can't be bothered. Was gonna have you flip a coin, well...it's your lucky day!" I snapped his fingers at me,"you are now the proud owner of this fine establishment!" "For free?" "Oh no no! Ladies close your ears." He chuckled,"for 312 thousand dollars with the better business burou this fine establishment can be yours. It's a mail salon on the outside and the best laundering system on the inside." I shook my head and walked away. This is one hell of a waste of my time,"wait wait wait! You're good to go ladies, come on! Sit down." I turned around as the ladies walked away and I slowly walked back over. I sat in the seat next to him and put my feet on the thingy in front of the seat. "Humor me for a minute." He said,"you need to launder your money, stay out of jail. If they got Capone...they'll get you." "Okay..." I'm gonna be honest, when he started using mail stuff to explain the laundering, he lost me. I understand it, he's just confusing. "Then you layer your dirty money in with their clean money..."he put cotton balls into a jar of q-tips and then spilled it out,"and it makes your money clean and registered with the IRS. What do you think they're gonna think when you, Jesse, have a million dollars out of no where?" "I'm a drug dealer?" I raised my brow. "Nope. You're a tax cheat, then they're gonna come and steal every penny from you, and throw you in jail," I poked my arm,"for tax evasion bevause you didn't launder your cash." "And you want me to buy this place...to pay taxes?" I cocked my head,"I'm a criminal." "And you're gonna be a convict if you don't. Give me 15 percent-" I cut him off. "You told mr.white 5." "He has seniority." "And you told (y/n) like 10 percent." I pointed out. "Well,"he chuckled,"friendly discount." I rolled my eyes and got out of the chair and I just walked the fuck out,"wait wait!" I opened the door and walked back to my car. I'm not buying a Fuckin nail salon. Hell the fuck no.

Your pov- I left the hospital an hour ago. Jesse called me about a meeting with Saul, I told him I couldn't go. I ended up going home and changing out of my work clothes because I didn't feel like wearing a skirt anymore. I closed my cars door and locked it and walked towards the bar, at the end of the parking strip I saw Rauls El Camino, but not his buddies bikes. They were usually always with him, his bikers are like his family, his whole group is extremely tight. I opened the door, looking to the bar seeing my old boss there and Raul sitting at the far end. I walked past a few empty tables and made my way towards the end. He looked over at me and gave me a smile. "Hey Kid." I sat down next to him on the tall copper toned bar stood. "How's it goin old man." I smiled with a chuckle. "Not bad, not bad, can I buy you a drink?" He raised his brow. "Sure." With that, Andy walked over and gave me a smug look. "Wow." He shook his head with a grin,"how ya been?" "Making bank is how I've been." I smiled,"Jameson neat please." "Got it." He nodded. "So to explain a bit more." I looked at Raul,"my partners and I got a huge offer from a major distributor." "Alright." "Came with a super lab, and uh...making 1 mil each for three months of our time." He gave an impressed look and nodded,"pollos Hermanos." "Aaah." He nodded,"makes sense makes sense...the bag it came in smelled like chicken on the outside." "Yeah." I gave him a disgusted look as Andy put my glass down and walked away,"my boyfriend is...well not to happy with how Fring does things, ya know he's making more then he gives us, and he's upset that we're giving him more then we need to." "How much you makin?" He cocked his head begire taking a swig out his beer mug. "200 pounds...a week." I took a swig from my glass,"sometimes a batch is a pound or two over, so ya know Jess is upset that we're just giving him free glass." "Should be getting paid the extra. I agree with him."  I shrugged and shook my head. "Not what we signed in the contract." We spent a while just talking. Ya know, about life, the business, what he's been doing, normal stuff. "Got the Little miss Lila a kitten for her birthday. Persian kitten, been talkin bout it for awhile. Her face lit up when she saw him." He chuckled. "Awe that's so sweet." I laughed and I took the last sip of whiskey out of my glass,"alright, said you had something for me?" "Damn right I do, let me walk you to your car and I'll give it to ya." He got off his stood and leant his hand to me, I took it as I got off,"Andy, I'll be right back." "Sounds good, see ya (y/n)." Andy gave me a nod. "See ya Andy."

I followed Raul to his car and he unlocked it and popped the trunk. "I'm a bit scared." I laughed and he shook his head and opened a hidden underpart of his trunk, he kept his on hand goods in there. "Don't be sweetheart." He opened a duffle and pulled out a black quarter bag and handed it to me,"you'll be thanking me." "Why's that?" I asked looking at the bag and bag to him,"Raul?" "I know your ass has done shrooms before." He gave me a smile and my jaw dropped and I laughed. "Imma be honest I don't even know if Jesse will take them." I shook my head, a smile still on my face. "Just explain to him what it's about, that,"he pointed at the bag,"is medicine...and the best relationship saver ever...trust me." "How is it gonna save our relationship?" I giggled. "Take them and you'll find out." He closed the compartment and then his trunk,"got me my son." I laughed even harder at that, rubbing my face with my palm in disbelief. "Oh god, Imma fo Raul. Thank you." I held my arms around and he pulled me into a hug. "Of course." He chuckled and we parted,"have fun." "I'm hoping."

I didn't tell Jesse what I got, I didn't even mention that I got them. I don't think right now is the time...I'll save them for a good day.

Night- Jesses pov-

"I gotta leave soon." I looked at the clock on (y/n)s stove. "Alrighty." She smiled and took a sip of her tea. "You wanna come with me to a meeting?" I looked over at (y/n) across the breakfast bar in her kitchen. "You want me to come?" "I mean, you don't-you don't have too, I just thought-" "Yeah, sure." She smiled I couldn't help but smile back. "Sweet."

And soon enough we were there, she was sitting next to me in one of the wooden chairs that were placed in a circle. I glanced over at her, she had her hands in her lap and she was looking down at them, so I put my hand ontop of them and she looked at me and smiled. "Alright." The group leader, Jere, said,"seems like we're all here, and Jesse, brought someone with you?" "Yeah, my uh girlfriend." He nodded with a smile. "I remember, she came to visit you." I nodded,"wanna introduce yourself?" "Um," she looked at me and back to him,"I'm (y/n), Considering this is a NA meeting sort of, I guess I should talk about that?" "Say whatever you want, it's an open space." "Im a uh...ex coke and meth addict." She shrugged and I kept my eyes on her, my thumb brushing over her knuckles,"I've been clean for a month, went off the deep end a few months ago after I relapsed." She nodded,"got clean thanks to my family and um...I was three months clean and my family started going downhill, my mom and dad trying to get me to settle their problems or asking me to choose a side, and I relapsed again, for a few weeks, off and on." "Did Jesse here help you?" I looked over at him and back to her. "Yeah, he's the one who told my dad about it all when I first relapsed for a few months, and he helped me to get off of it the second time simply by just being around."She smiled. "He's sort of like an anchor for you, am I right?" She inhaled deeply and nodded,"Jesse what is she to you?" "Um.." I knew what I wanted to say, I did, it just didn't come out,"like my life line." "How so?" He crossed his arms. "Whenever shes, ya know out of my life, it's just complete shit." Shook my head,"when she left for college I got...bad?" And that's how about 10 minutes out of the hour went, he Fuckin asked everything he could about what our relationship means to us, how we keep each other clean, what it's like when we're apart. He didn't miss a single thing, he asked me about (y/n) in rehab once, wondering who she was, and well he got to figure it out. He also asked me about the laundry mat and what I'd like to do so I told Him about the tech class and the wooden box I made and how I "gave it to my mom" but I really traded it for an ounce.

(y/n) and I were leaning against the front of my car as she looked at the church in front of us. "I never thought I'd ever be inside a church, well except for weddings and shit." She took a drag of her cigarette. "Yeah me either." I chuckled looking at her, I slipped the cigarette out of her fingers and took a drag,"I had to deal with that guy for three months." "Jesus." She laughed. "Yeah, I think been waiting for this day." I took the last drag it had left and threw it onto the side walk. "Seems like it." She leaned off my car and clapped her hands,"we should get home, huh?" "Sounds good to me, yo uh what'd you an Paul talk about?" I asked getting into the driver side. "His name is Raul, and he just wanted to let me know that he got his hands on our blue stuff, just not by me this time." She shrugged as I clicked my seatbelt and put the key in the ignition,"we just worried that someone was stealing our product from us, it's all good." "Oh alright."

Next day- Jesses pov-

"Having to crush the RV must've been sad man." Badg said, currently badge, skinny, and I were eating at some random joint to tall. "For real, a stone loss." Skinny winced as I ate a fry. "No one misses it more then me. Having no responsibilities, being able to pack up and go whenever. Being a fuckin outlaw." I rolled my eyes. "Darth Vader had responsibilities, he had the Death Star." Badge pointed at me. ""I gotta pay taxes now, it's totally kafkaesque." I groaned "Church." Skinny nodded. "Yo We gotta get the rv back in gear, start slingin again." I proposed and they nodded. "Life's to short not too." Skinny shook his head. "We don't need an RV man, all we need is a bike, some tubes and some soda bottles-" I got badger off. "We're not doing a shake and bake." "It's dry out there man's, make good dough selling on the streets." Skinny chuckled. "Nah," I glanced at both of them," I got a whole new market, we only need the meth."

I put the container on the scale and looked at the amount. "What's the yield?" Mr.white asked. "201.6" I said and he nodded, I looked down at the digital numbers. 202.6.

[thestarrynightslover]

Babe, huh?

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Voight!Reader

Word count: 2,097

Warnings: A little angst (but more in a comical way, I think).

Summary: Jay and the reader have been going out for some time when he spots her happily chatting with Sergeant Platt at the district's front desk. He's happily surprised to see her there, but there's one thing she had been holding back from telling him: who her dad is.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the One Chicago shows, or its characters, also not associated with it in any way or know anyone involved with it.

A/N: I think that this could have turned out a lot better than it did. But I think it isn't too bad either.

Also, I wanna thank y’all for the amount support that I’ve been getting on my fics! That really means the world to me, guys!! 💕

(y/n) = (your name) (y/l/n) = (your last name) (y/n/n) = (your nickname)

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It was an unusually sunny day in Chicago when you left work that noon. You didn’t always go out on your lunch breaks, preferring to just grab something on the machines scattered across the office, but on that Wednesday you’d told your dad that you two would meet for a father-daughter date. And that really was all you were thinking about, as you walked up the steps of the small staircase in front of the 21st District.

“Hey, Trudy!” You greeted the desk sergeant, who had been a friend of your family for as long as you could remember.

“Hi, (y/n/n)! What a surprise to see you here!” She told you, a huge smile on her face. “A nice surprise, for a change!” Platt stated, looking sharply at a younger woman who was standing at the corner of the counter, probably filling out some paperwork.

“Ah, Trudy! You flatter me!” You said innocently, looking at her through your lashes, the face you always used with the trio: Your dad, Trudy, and Al.

“Ha! Always so cute!” The sergeant spoke again, like she was talking to a baby, as the other woman just stared at the scene in shock. “But what are you doing here, anyway? Came to surprise your dad? Because I’m sure he’ll love that!”

“No, it’s not exactly a surprise! We’d previously agreed on a lunch-date for today...” You trailed off.

“Oh! Then that’s why he came back from the raid they just made pacing like a deer in headlights!” Hearing that comment, you couldn’t help but laugh, as you imagined your father acting like that. “Hey, Burgess!” She shouted at the woman near to you. “Are you finishing that already? Because, when you do, you need to go back upstairs and let your sergeant know that his date’s here.” Trudy said simply, winking at you, to which you just responded with a smile.

“Oh, c’mon, sarge! Really? Why can’t you just call or text him?” The woman, Burgess, questioned, poutingly.

“Because I don’t want to? And tell me, again, since when did I start needing to give you a reason to follow my orders, huh, officer? Because I don’t recall getting the memo!” The sergeant barked, practically biting the younger officer’s head off.

“Geez, sarge-” Officer Burgess started answering, as reality finally began to hit her. “Wait,” she breathed out, turning to face you this time, “you’re Voight’s dau-” Burgess stopped in the middle of her sentence, now being cut off by another voice that was very familiar to you.

“Baby?” Shit, you thought. “What are you doing here?” Your boyfriend asked you, with a bright smile on his face.

How could have you possibly forgotten that Jay worked here? At your dad’s district? Of course, you still hoped that they somehow wouldn’t know each other. But you weren’t prepared for that introduction just yet. And it would happen, taking that he wasn’t shy at all about kissing you that passionately right in front of Trudy Platt. One of your dad’s best friends, Trudy Platt. You knew you couldn’t blame him, though. After all, you were the one who kept him in the dark about who your dad was.

“H- hi, Jay.” You managed to mumble whilst catching your breath.

“Hey,” he started, giving you those cute love eyes of his, “I’m surprised to see you here, but not complaining!” He said, raising his hands and smiling at you. “You wanna grab lunch?”

“Uh, I, uh-”

“I’m afraid she’s already taken for lunch, Halstead.” None other than your dad huffed out, from the top of Intelligence’s stairs. Of course, he would have to see that entire scene, and, of course, he would have to know your boyfriend.

Hearing that, Jay turned his head between you and your dad, and, then, looked at Trudy and Burgess, more confused than anything. “Babe?” He decided on asking you about it. To which your dad just gave a side-smile.

“Babe, huh?” He mocked, walking closer to where you were standing. “Something you wanna tell me, honey?”

“I-” You barely started when someone interrupted.

“Please, don’t tell me you’re shacking up with him, (y/n)?!?!?” Trudy cut you off, half-asking, half-begging while you started feeling the heat coming to your cheeks.

"So, (y/n), you gonna explain this? We're all here waiting." Your father told you, no more sense of humor in his features.

"Look, guys… " You started, not really knowing how to move from there. You didn't think you'd have to have the conversations with both your father and your boyfriend at the same time, and in front of Trudy (not to mention the other cops passing by). So you went for the easy way out, maybe it was a bit of a childish choice, but still. "You know what? No, I'm not gonna explain anything to anyone right now," you spoke, making clear that that was meant for all of them, "and, I don’t think that I’m in the mood for lunch anymore, dad." At that, the three cops just kept staring at you, Jay being the first to speak up.

"Uh, dad? (y/n), baby, just tell me what's going on." He pleaded with you, eyes already showing some hurt, which made you feel like the worst person ever. But you just knew that you wouldn’t be able to properly explain anything to anyone at that moment, not in that kind of circumstance anyway, so you decided to get the hell out of there before you buried yourself even deeper.

After you fleed the building, leaving a bunch of stunned police officers behind, Trudy took it upon herself to figure out why on Earth you’d be kissing the stupid Detective Jay Chuckles Halstead: “So, how’s it gonna be, Halstead? Why the hell were you kissing our (y/n/n), hum?” She asked, bluntly, while motioning between herself and Hank.

“Your (y/n/n)?” Jay shot back, completely confused by the whole situation.

“Actually, she’s mine. My daughter.” Voight finally spoke again, fulminating the younger man with his eyes.

“Okay… I think this is my cue to leave." Burgess finally decided to say 𑁋 as she was feeling very awkward 𑁋, sliding off towards the back exit.

“Uh, yeah, um, I’m gonna- I’m gonna go, grab some lunch outside too.” Jay ranted a little, running his hand over the back of his neck and moving towards the exit, right on Kim’s track.

The rest of the day went by tensely at the police district: Jay avoiding both his superiors, as you ducked his calls, and Hank and Trudy sending almost tangible hate waves on his way. It wasn’t like your time at work gone too well either, with the mess you’d made always in the back of your mind.

So 𑁋 after you got back home 𑁋, knowing it was the right, mature, thing to do, you called Jay and, then, your dad, telling them both to come by your place for dinner. Yes, you were about to ambush them. Because you’re a mature person.

“Hey, babe!” You cheerfully greeted your boyfriend, perking up to kiss him, as you opened the apartment door more.

“Hey.” Jay answered coldly while dodging your kiss, at which you frowned in confusion.

“So, um,” you decided to start again, tucking a string of hair behind your ear, “I called you here because I needed to talk to you-”

“Yeah, we definitely need to talk.” He said, cutting you off with a stern look on his face.

At the exact moment you were about to open your mouth to say something, the doorbell rang again and you knew it was your dad. Okay, maybe that whole ambush thing wasn’t a good idea after all. You gave Jay an apologetic look in advance, as you walked back towards the door, only to open it and reveal a, still, very pissed off Hank Voight.

“What’s he doing here?” Your dad barked out, not wasting a second, as he pointed a finger at the man standing behind you.

“You called him too?” This time it was Jay asking. “I thought it was gonna be just the two of us…” He then added quietly.

“Just the two of us! Who the hell do you think you are, huh, Halstead?!”

“Sarge, I’m just trying to-”

“I don’t care what you’re trying to do, you need to get out of here right now so I can talk to my daughter. That’s what you need to do!”

“Enough!” You yelled, finally getting both men’s attention. “Dad, you need to stop talking to Jay like that.”

“But-”

“But, nothing! He is my boyfriend and I love him!” You blurted out, Jay giving you a small smile in response. “So… Now that that’s out of the way… Jay, this is my dad.” You added, motioning for where your father stood by the door. “And, before any of you asks, no, I didn’t know that you two worked together! I thought that maybe you knew each other, but wasn’t ready to make the introductions just yet. And I’m sorry if that caused a, um, situation.”

“Baby… Why didn’t you ever tell me that your father was a cop?”

“I- I just, I was just afraid that’d push you away from me. You know, before we even had a chance.” You admitted shyly.

“Why- why would that push him away from you, (y/n/n)?” That was your dad’s turn to ask.

“Well, I know that you have a reputation, dad. So I figured that maybe he wouldn’t wanna get involved with your daughter of all people. Wouldn’t want the trouble.” You confessed one more time. “Besides, we all saw how, um, fiercely Trudy was willing to “protect me”.” You added, making them both giggle a little.

“Alright, there’s just one more thing that still doesn’t add up.” Your boyfriend started again, still serious but more relaxed this time. “Why isn’t your last name Voight?” He asked, still unsure of what was going on, as you and your dad traded knowing looks with each other.

“Ah, that... After my mom died, I started using her maiden last name. You know, as a way to remember her. It’s been so long now that I actually forget that the Voight’s even there.” You explained. “Sorry, dad.”

“Nah, it’s okay. You know I like the idea.” Hank replied, a soft smile on his lips.

“Ah, okay. That makes sense.” Jay said nervously and started scratching the back of his neck, like he always did when he was getting anxious. “Just- just so you know, princess, I wouldn’t have backed out of our relationship, then. And I’m not going to, now, either.” The anger in your father’s eyes relit but you didn’t really care, not when all you wanted to do was jump your handsome detective and not let him out of your apartment until, at least, the next morning.

“Dad,” you began saying, after deciding to go for a more conciliatory version of it, “don’t be like that, okay? I know that you wanna protect me and everything, but I’m happy with Jay. I really am.”

“And I promise I’ll never, ever, do anything to hurt her, sarge. But, if I do, you should definitely hurt me back with all you got.”

“Oh, I will! And I think you’ve been working with me long enough to know that I don’t need your ‘go ahead’, or anyone else’s, for those matters, Halstead.” Your dad cheerfully stated while shooting a typical Hank Voight fake smile in Jay’s direction. “Now, if my daughter says she’s happy with you…” He started, turning to look at you, as if trying to confirm the information.

“Yes! I am!”

“Then… I suppose I could accept this.” You didn’t give him a single chance to second guess, pulling him in for a tight hug while Jay watched the scene smiling.

“Now let's have dinner! That way you guys can finish talking this whole macho tension out and we can all make a plan to appease Trudy." You told them, moving to heat the takeout you’d ordered earlier in your kitchen, Jay coming to help you in tow.

Many other times you, Jay, and your dad met for dinner, lunch, or even breakfast like that. If you and your boyfriend ever went a little overboard on the PDA, the infamous Hank Voight huff would definitely be heard. But, overall, you knew he was happy for you and Jay. Just like you knew that the detective liked hanging out with you and your dad.

[thera-daydreams]

INDAY

± A Trese Fic ±

[Crispin/Basilio/Maliksi/Dominic x Skymaiden!Reader]

01: Noon at Ngayon (✓)

02: Ang Kambal na Anak ni Datu Talagbusao, Diyos ng Digmaan (Link)

03: Ang Prinsipe ng Mga Tikbalang (Link)

04: Ang Pinuno ng Mga Aswang (Link)

05: (Link) 06: (Link) 07: (Link)

01: Noon at Ngayon

Back then, long before you were born, your mother used to work as a katulong of the Trese Family and was very close to its matriarch, Miranda Trese. Coming from the province, she was no stranger to superstitions—even more so after knowing the work of Miranda's husband Anton Trese, who was actually the Babaylan-Mandirigma of Manila.

Years later, after giving birth to you around the same time Miranda gave birth to her twins (one a stillborn, unfortunately), it was you and Alexandra who became best buddies instead, as different your personalities were. You two had practically grown up together and you yourself heard countless stories of the supernatural from your Tito Anton. It wasn't that hard to believe when he and his sigbin companions would sometimes come home tracking blood prints on the floors (which you'd helped your mother clean up). Heck, you'd even met Señor Armanaz, the Great Stallion himself and the ruling tikbalang of the Armanaz herd. That pretty, white-haired diwata seemed extremely fond of you, too, which was evident when you'd sneak in with Alexandra to Tito Anton's meetings and she would smile (even wave) at you happily.

You had absolutely no idea why the fae-like lady was so nice to you, but you weren't complaining at all!

However, in spite of your experiences with the supernatural, you and your mother always believed that you were normal humans. In actuality, that was who you were for the majority of your childhood. It was only until Miranda herself saw a vision of you—a much older you—fighting the monsters of the Underworld alongside her own daughter. During dinnertime, Miranda told your mother that she saw you blessed by the heavens with powers that would aid in the battle against evil.

It sounded absolutely ridiculous, right? Yeah, your mom thought so, too.

Your mother only laughed it off as she placed a steaming bowl of tinola in front of Alexandra's brothers, who instantly dug in like they haven't been fed in years.

"Boys! Dahan-dahan lang," Anton reprimanded his sons. "Or else you'll choke and the soup will come out of your noses!"

"Okay, Papa."

"Grabe ka naman, Miranda. I doubt that anything like that's going to happen to my daughter," your mom chuckled, watching your little hands try to feed Alexandra with a piece of chicken. "Unlike you guys, our lineage isn't anything special. Ordinaryo lang ang lahi namin."

Miranda sighed, looking at you and her only living daughter enjoying your time being kids, "I guess you're right. Baka panaginip lang talaga 'yun."

Anton glanced at her knowingly. Although he was aware that you and your mom didn't dabble in magic or anything like they did, he knew that whenever Miranda—one of the Seven Seers—had such vivid dreams, it was something of great importance. But he decided to say nothing, understanding how much your mother wanted to let you live as normal of a life possible in this household.

That was when you were seven years old. One year later, Miranda died fighting against a group of aswang who decided to betray Anton. Said man found the eight-year-old Alexandra hiding in a corner behind the waterfalls, scared and holding Sinag close to her heaving chest as she tried to hold her tearful sobs in.

Of course, a few days later, you and your mother attended the funeral with the mourning Trese family. All the brothers had done their best to stay strong, especially for their little sister who didn't fully understand yet what just happened. Little you ran towards Alexandra, holding her hand tightly as her mother's casket was lowered. Around you were various comrades, both human and non-human, paying their respects to their bereaved allies.

That day, as you turned your back to return to your mother's arms, you knew you would never forget the feeling of numerous unearthly eyes following your every movement.

Even they could sense that there was something about you, a so-called regular human child. You smelled human and had the aura of one, but there was something they couldn't place. It was like a tiny rock getting into your shoe, not coming out at all.

Much changed after that, but you and Alexandra remained close together. To your dismay, just after you graduated elementary, you and your mother had to move back to the province to stay with your sick grandparents. The last thing you could remember was kneeling in the back of the car, looking sadly through the rear windscreen as Alexandra and her brothers waved goodbye to you.

More than a decade had passed since then. You used to write letters to Alexandra, but after Hank told you she had to undergo the trials of the Puno ng Balete, you haven't heard from her (although Hank did disclose that she'd managed to come home safely, which was a great relief to you). You didn't blame her; you knew Tito Anton had passed away in the five years she was gone and that she had to take over the title of Lakan, as well as the Babaylan-Mandirigma of Manila. It was a demanding job! You remembered Tito Anton sometimes staying up all night—breakfast would be served and he would still be in his study, going over paperwork. On other days, he would be gone for consecutive nights handling cases all around Manila. You could only pray Alexandra was fine.

Your life had continued on, as well—you took care of your ill grandparents until they died, helped your mother in the province, went to a good highschool, then earned your degree in another prominent city that wasn't Manila.

Your mom actually recommended that you go to school somewhere else, given the constantly rising number of attacks in the capital of the country. And so you did. Life was hard, but normal until then.

The funny thing was that, when you reached the age of twenty-one, you finally understood why those supernatural creatures kept looking at you weirdly as a kid (and why Lady Diwata liked you so much).

What was even funnier was that the dramatic revelation came to you when you weren't in the Philippines. It was after you freshly graduated college, when you were traveling all over Asia to volunteer in charity projects. It was always your dream to one day expand your horizons not only beyond your province, but the Philippines itself, while also doing good in the world.

And here you were, walking that path you dreamt of.

The organization you luckily managed to become a member of provided everything you needed, and every few months, you would move from country to country. Because of that, you'd already been able to travel to so many places. First it was Thailand, then Indonesia, China, South Korea, India, Japan, Sri Lanka, Singapore, Malaysia, and currently, you were in Vietnam. Visiting those places was fun and gave you a whole new perspective of the world you lived in; it was a... learning experience, too.

Still, that incident happened when you were in Thailand, when you were the last one in the rented apartment balcony taping up the boxes for the donation drive tomorrow. Yawning, you cut more duct tape and stuck them to the open boxes tightly.

"Inday," someone said from behind you. You didn't bother turning around, thinking it was one of your fellow volunteers looking for you this late at night. Probably your roommate. She was the only one who usually called you by your nickname instead of your real name.

"Hmm?" you hummed, taping up more boxes. "Papasok na ako sa kwarto, Lyn. I just have a few more boxes to close. Alam mong mapapagalitan ako kung may hindi madidistribute bukas."

"Hindi ako si Lyn."

You paused, then slowly turned around, flinching at the sudden bright light that shone right against your eyes. For a moment, akala mo namatay ka na at hinaharap mo si San Pedro.

It was a glowing figure in white whose face you couldn't clearly see, which frightened you even more.

"Ay, mama!" you exclaimed, shielding your eyes and falling to your knees. Then, you gasped loudly, patting your body and panicking with closed lids. "Oh my God, am I dead? Nasa heaven na po ba ako?" Your lips wobbled. "Ngayon pa nga lang ako nakaalis ng Pilipinas... I haven't even done all the things I've wanted to do! Hindi pa ako nakapagpaalam sa nanay ko—aray!"

You'd felt something hit the back of your head. Hard. It was the glowing figure in white, but now you could see their unimpressed face scowling at you.

"Kalma lang, Inday. Hindi ka pa patay, pero makinig ka nang mabuti," they shushed you urgently (you weren't sure if they were male or female). "Do not be afraid. I am a messenger from the heavens, and I bear great news!"

"Great news...?" you trailed off, then your eyes widened excitedly. "Like, nanalo ba ako ng lotto? Isang milyon? Bilyon? Hala! Wait, is this a Mama Mary moment? I'm not ready to be the next immaculate conception!"

They glared at you, making you shut up instantly. "Sorry, I'll shut up now," you apologized with a mumble. This person (thing?) was kind of... strict. Whatever did you do wrong? You were just sleep-deprived and running on energy drinks (as well as kape).

"I have come to tell you that you are the vessel of the last skymaiden," they revealed, arms wide open. The light around them seemed to grow even brighter, making you squint. You felt like you were about the go blind! "Ikaw ang huling biraddali, Y/N L/N."

At ayun, zero brain cells remaining. Tunay na nagloading screen ang brain mo. Nag-error at nagcrash pa nga siguro, eh.

"... Ha? Ano?"

You blinked, completely speechless—as seen by how wide your jaw had dropped open. It wasn't that you were unfamiliar with the biraddali, it was just that you'd only heard of them once when you were just a young child. Your Tita Miranda had mentioned they were long gone from the world of the supernatural.

"Oh no, me? A biraddali? You're joking," you stuttered out, pointing at yourself. "Aren't they extinct or something? And, uh... not human?"

They nodded, "Yes. It is correct that everyone in the mystical world thought that the biraddali were long gone, even before the colonizers came to conquer the native lands. However, before the skymaidens all disappeared, the youngest and most powerful one among the seven sisters sealed her soul away to the rivers of time until the strength of a heavenly being was needed to help purify the evils of the world." The figure floated closer to you. "That last biraddali's soul, along with its corresponding power, traits, and knowledge, had chosen to reside deep within you the moment you were conceived."

Honestly, how were you even supposed to react? Your life was nowhere near ready for something like this. Was this a prank by your friends? Your colleagues? The light around this person seemed too authentic to be fake, though.

You stayed in shock for an entire minute, silent. The being in front of you only waited for a response.

"Ano 'to, Sailor Moon? Winx Club?" you whispered to yourself, before slapping your own cheek and scolding yourself. A stinging red mark was left on your face. "Inday, kakamanhwa mo 'yan! Nasosobraan ka na ata, matulog ka na!"

Sighing heavily, you rubbed your face tiredly, still in disbelief that you—according to this stranger—were apparently some old soul from a species of ethereal beings that were long gone. It sounded like something out of those reincarnation webnovels you got addicted to. What now, you were the MC? Wattpad ka, girl?

"Look, this is a mistake. I still have to wake up early tomorrow to give out the donations," you spoke to the glowing being (or whatever it was), laughing nervously. "I'm sorry, but I think you have the wrong person. Either that or I must be hallucinating from sleep deprivation, because I'm definitely not a divine creature. You're probably just a product of my imagination. Sorry, I'm going to bed."

Bang!

At that moment, the power in the building went out. The only thing you could see was the thing who assumed you were a biraddali (they were so bright they were like a flashlight in the dark for you).

"Brownout?" you blinked. It felt wrong, though. It was eerily silent. "Did a fuse blow up?"

"Nagsimula na ang iyong unang pagsubok, Y/N," they announced seriously. "Creatures of the dark have already begun to take over this building. You may not have noticed, but all throughout your life, you have always been helping and giving. It is your nature as a being descended from the heavens themselves, and now, it is time for you to accept your destiny."

"Hoy, sandali lang! Sandali, sandali!" You were absolutely wide awake now as you heard the sounds of strange whispers around you. It was terrifyingly creepy, much creepier than whatever you'd seen back in the Trese Residence (and you'd seen a lot in that house). You did not want to be a part of a horror movie-like lifestyle. "Don't I have a choice in this?! I—I don't have any training or fighting skills! Hindi ako Alexandra Trese o Babaylan-Mandirigma! I'm not ready for this, holy sh—"

The candescent creature raised a brow at you, "Inday, I just told you that you have the power of a lost mystical being. And tell me, if you had the power to save your companions in this building from the forces of evil, would you save them?"

You were silent, knowing the answer.

"Well?" they prodded.

You bit your lip, "Oo naman. I'm not heartless!" But you were a little impulsive. And apparently, insane.

"That's what I thought. I just need you to believe in yourself," the being encouraged, gentler this time. It transformed into something smaller and rounder—like a ball of light. "Ikaw ang huling biraddali, Y/N, at marami kang kapangyarihan. Isa dito ay ang pagtulong sa mga nangangailangan, lalo na laban sa masasamang nilalang."

Bestie, what had you just gotten into?

You swallowed apprehensively, then nodded in determination, "Sige. So, how do I save the people in the building? Biraddali were said to be able to shapeshift, right? If I remember the tale correctly. Oh my God, I can't believe this is happening to me right now."

"That's just one of your abilities, but I'll teach you. I'm actually your guide," they replied confidently. "With me, you'll be able to master your powers and exceed your capabilities in no time!"

"Wait! Anong pangalan mo?" you asked breathlessly, following them as they speedily flew out of the room. "Grabe, slow down! I'm not athletic! I haven't even exercised this week, goodness."

"... Gabay. Ako si Gabay."

Despite the adrenaline and fear running in your veins, you still grinned up at the ball of light, "Okay. Nice to meet you, Gabay."

This was just the beginning of your supernatural combat training abroad. When you returned to the Philippines three years later, you were stronger, faster, and more powerful than you'd ever felt before. It was crazy.

Oh, that guy who tried to rob you when you came back to Manila was crazy, too. The two identical-looking men in dark suits and white ties—you wondered how they were surviving the heat in that attire—could only watch in awe as you chased down that man who stole your bag while doing acrobatics and parkour.

"Uy, Kuya Crispin, sino kaya 'yun?"

"Ewan ko, Basilio."

"... She's kind of pretty. Type ko. Type mo rin ata."

"The more important question is, paano niya na nahuli ang magnanakaw?"

"Oo nga, no? One in a million chance 'yan dito sa Maynila, haha! Ang astig ni ate!"

(Next Chapter.)

± Author's Notes ±

Ayieee, type daw tayo ng kambal! 😌

How the hell did I write this entirely random thing in one day? 2k+ words? Ano daw? 😃⁉️

You know, this was supposed to just be a Trese one-shot or a bunch of drabbles for the characters I'm currently simping for... but it turned into a full-blown, shameless self-insert slash crackfic. Kakacellphone ko 'yan. 🤦‍♀️

Nagresearch pa ako ng articles about Filipino skymaidens because I wanted something similiar to the Japanese celestial maidens (tennyo). Very random idea but why not? Gusto ko ng badass Y/N na hindi takot lumaban sa mga mumu! 👻

Also, pagbigyan niyo nalang ang matandang 'to kasi ilang taon na akong hindi nagpopost ng mga writings ko. May track record pa naman ako bilang author na hindi nagtatapos ng mga fanfic, hehe. I also haven't read the comics so please forgive me for any inaccuracies and of course, misspellings/errors. Gusto ko lang matapos 'to para makakabalik na ako sa Jujutsu Kaisen. 🥲😗

Anyways, comments and constructive criticism are welcome! Hit those heart, reblog, and follow buttons for updates! Just comment if you want to be tagged in the next chapters. ❤

[ka-za-ri]

Pet sitting (Lucifer x Reader)

I said sub Lucifer bullshit. Here it is. GN Reader Pairing: Lucifer x Reader, Mentions of Lucifer x Diavolo and others Genre: PwP Smut Wordcount: ????     Tags: Smut, porn without plot, size kink, sex toys, bondage, over stimulation, Sub Lucifer, nipple play, edging, cock and ball torture, pet play, dirty talk Summary: Diavolo puts you in charge of taking care of his pet while he’s away.

Someone needed to take care of Diavolo’s precious pet while he was away. Normally, that charge would fall on Barbatos, but on the occasion that both of them were gone on business, you were responsible. Luckily, Lucifer was well behaved and knew exactly what to do in preparation for when you came over for playtime. By the time you arrived at the appointed hour in the secluded room in Diavolo’s castle, far away from any prying ears, everything would be set. The lights would be dimmed, but the room wasn’t so dark that you couldn’t get a good look at  Lucifer’s face. All the instruments would be laid neatly on a table nearby. By the time you walked into the room, Lucifer would be nude save for his boxers and waiting for you on all fours at the foot of the bed. “Have you been a good boy?” You asked softly, walking over to him and stroking his face. He pressed into your palm, letting out a soft whimper and nodded. Good pets didn’t speak unless told to. He glanced over at the collar sitting on the sheets and you moved to get it and put it on him. As soon as it was tugged snugly around his neck, it was as if his whole body released all its tension. Whatever stress and worries he had about the world were beyond the doors of the playroom. Tonight, he was your pet and you were going to make sure you played with him. He didn’t need to be told to get onto the bed, though he did regard you with a quizzical expression. You paused for a moment, wondering what he could need, taking in the view of his bulge hanging down between his legs before you spoke. “Hands and knees for now.” you declared and he obediently stayed, keeping his ass in the air, his hands planted just the right distance to keep him stable. You walked over to the bed, your weight dipping the mattress a bit as you joined him. “You’ve been waiting to play, haven’t you?” You asked, your voice soft, the slightest hint of a purr at the back of your throat while you palmed his hardness through his boxers. “Even when you were doing your errands today, I could see how excited you were to have playtime with me.” Lucifer let out a soft whine, bucking his hips into your touch and you pulled away, only to slap his ass. “Oh come now, I know you can behave better than that.” The Avatar of Pride only let out a pitiful whimper, nodding and went back to being the good pet he was, staring straight at the headboard in front of him while you gave him a thorough examination. Your hand caressed his firm ass cheek, giving it a squeeze before you went back to fondling his cock through the last piece of clothing he had on. “You didn’t even fully strip when I came to see you.” you chided, pulling the boxers down his legs. He remained still, letting the garment pool at his bent knees until you allowed him to move. Now that you had access to his cock, you saw how much he anticipated that evening. He was half hard and his dick twitched at random intervals, beads of precum dribbled out of the tip and you tsk’d in feigned disappointment. “Oh how sad. Do I not make you happy?” You cooed, stroking his length and making him shudder. “I know I’m not your master, but I still deserve the same respect, right?” Lucifer let out a whimper, only able to nod in shame as he let you tease his cock until was rock hard and throbbing at your every touch. “On your back, pet. You’re getting tied up tonight for disappointing me so early on.” He was quick to follow your orders, flipping himself over and holding his legs up with his hands and exposing his cock and his hole to you. You took a moment to run your finger down his length and tease his tight hole before reaching over for the hank of rope he had prepared for the evening. You were far from an expert at ties, but having been in charge of a few play times and bearing witness to when Lord Diavolo was in command, you had a fair idea of how he should be bound. With a little bit of trial and error, his legs were neatly folded and bound. His arms were tied to his knees, and Lucifer didn’t need any commands to know he was to keep himself spread wide open for you. “Good boy.” you purred, rewarding him with a lewd kiss and a firm pump of his shaft. You continued trussing him up, dressing him in knotted rope until his body was a work of art. Of course, you were careful to ensure the marks that would inevitably be left behind would be easily hidden under his normal clothes. No one else needed to know just how submissive he could be behind closed doors. That was a secret only a select few were privy to. Looking down at him, you smiled softly, tracing your handiwork and testing the dies to ensure they weren’t too tight on him. Still, you weren’t completely done. Thinner cording was brought to the bed. You took care to bind his cock and balls in a way that kept him from cumming until you were ready. The crisscross pattern matched the one on his body and once you completed the final knot, he was truly breathtaking. “Red really does look good on you.” You smiled softly, getting off the bed to assess the array of toys you had at your disposal that evening. Humming as you looked through the selection, you could hear Lucifer’s breathing hitch whenever your finger traced over something he particularly liked. You would get to them in due time, for now, you needed to make sure he was prepared to last the whole night. Coming back, you affixed a pair of bejeweled nipple clamps to him. The glittering red gems matched the ropes and you couldn’t help but give them an experimental tug earning you a delicious little whine. “Now pet, you may speak. What would you like to do tonight?” You kept the tension on the chain connected to the nipple clamps, pulling at them and making him wince. He blinked, pushing the pain to the side before answering you. “I... I want... I want you to use the toys to fuck me.” Lucifer blushed brightly, the flush traveling down his neck and spread to his chest. No matter how many times he did this, he never got used to admitting what he wanted. It was always a pleasure to see him squirm in discomfort, declaring such debased things from his mouth and confessing to you just what he wanted to happen. “Is that how my pet wants to play today?” You asked softly, squeezing his shaft and fondling his balls. “Well, I’m sure I can oblige to that. But you have to be good first.” With that, you stuffed his boxers into his mouth, gagging him for the rest of the evening while you had your fun. You wanted to start off slow, now that you knew what he wanted. You found a length of chain to attach to the ones already on his nipple clamps and clipped it neatly to the cord that held his cock erect. The tension changed every time his cock twitched and it was a joy to see his expression change with every shift of his body. You couldn’t leave his hole unattended after all. If you were to give him what he wanted later, then you needed to make sure he was ready for what you had in mind. Your fingers grasped a slim anal plug and liberally lubed it up, pressing it into his tight ass and watched with rapt attention as the taught muscle slowly loosened to accept the toy. It was a joy to watch your pet’s body be so obedient, he simply deserved to be rewarded. Once the plug was snugly inside of him, you clicked the button at the base and watched it buzz into life. The way Lucifer’s body arched at the sudden stimulation was magnificent. The chains connected to his nipple and cock tightened as he writhed and accepted all the stimulation his prostate and his body was receiving. To say it was a turn-on was an understatement. His muffled whines were music to your ears and his stifled screams when you pressed a wand vibrator to his cock was simply sinful. Lucifer’s eyes rolled back, drool soaked his soiled boxers and all he could do was accept everything you gave him. He was almost painfully hard, his cock throbbed and beat against its bindings and you simply had to admire how cum still beaded at the tip while you teased him. He could feel himself get closer and closer to orgasm. You were driving him past the point of no return. His climax hit him, even though he could cum he still felt the rush of endorphins rush through his body as the vibrator was pressed firmly at the base of his cock. Lucifer’s whole body tensed as he was awash in pleasure and pain all at once. You were merciful enough to pull the vibrator away from his cock, but you did leave the one in his ass and turned the intensity as high as it would go. Seeing him squirm against his bindings was always a delight regardless of he was being good or not. He let out needy whines, bucking his hips into the air, rutting at nothing, his he used his body to beg for the chance to properly cum. Seeing his desperation, you gave his cock a sharp slap. The muffled scream that came from the back of his throat gave you a rush of power and it was intoxicating to see the usually composed man come undone. Settling between his legs, you tugged his cock towards you, pulling on the clamps and his bindings. He breathed heavily through his nose as he was wracked with pain and pleasure. The feeling of the dry orgasm still resounded in his limbs and his nerves felt as though they were on fire. Still, you weren’t done with him. Once his chest stopped heaving, you took the liberty to pull the plug out of him excruciatingly slowly. The way his expression changed with every inch that slid out of him was divine and for a moment, you wondered if his angelic form had been this beautiful. He gasped for air once the plug was tossed to the side and you rewarded him by also removing the makeshift gag from his mouth. His lips were swollen and glistened with drool, an enticing sight that you couldn’t resist and you helped yourself to a wet, sloppy kiss while your hand pumped his sensitive cock, playing with the chain that connected it to his nipples. He moaned into your mouth, hungrily reciprocating the kiss and leaning into it as much as he could, straining against his bindings to gain more of your reward. “Was I good? Did I do good?” he babbled once the kiss broke. You regarded him with a raised brow, stopping your gentle stroking and gave his cock a hard slap. “Well, I was going to say you were good. But good pets don’t talk unless they’re allowed to.” You chided, this time you slapped his aching balls, making him cry out and you watched with a fair amount of glee when you saw tears forming at the corners of his eyes. He whimpered, pouting magnificently and you felt your chest swell with adoration for the man below you. “Aww, but you know... when you give me such good puppy eyes like that, I can’t help but tell you how good you are.” you cooed, stroking the side of his head. “Now... is my good boy ready to be rewarded with what he wanted?” He eagerly nodded, panting in anticipation for what you had prepared for him. The dildo he chose was a tried and true favorite, but one he always needed some prep for. You were more than liberal with lubricant, coating the phallic object until it glistened in the dim lighting. You didn’t forget to slather his pulsing asshole with a fair amount as well until it was slick and ready for the bulbous head of the toy. “You’re always such a slut for your Lord’s cock, aren’t you, pet?” you crooned, admiring the way his hole stretched out to accept the toy. “Even when you’re away, you can’t help but want him, hm?” He could only whine in pleasure and take deep wheezing breaths as he accepted the toy. “You may speak, pet. But only about how much you love getting fucked like the little pet slut you are by your Lord’s cock.” “Yes, yes. I love it! I love it so much!” He babbled, delirious and giddy when you finally allowed him to be vocal. “I love feeling his cock stretch me and fill me up! I love it when you use his toy cock to fuck me!” He gasped when you slid a rather prominent ridge inside of him. “I’m a good boy, a good slut for what my Lord gives me and the care he provides me!” “Such a loyal pet you are.” You praised, stroking his cock as you continued to press the dildo into him. “All these toys you have and this is the one you always use when he’s away.” “Yes, yes. His cock is the only one that fills me up the best.” Lucifer struggled against the bindings, you could see the light bruising that the ropes were leaving and the thought of knowing you were the ones who put those bruises there only encouraged you to fuck him with the toy even more. “That’s my boy, taking all of this big cock into you.” You sneered, pressing into him and making him adjust faster than he anticipated. He let out a choked cry and the tears started to roll down his face until finally, the shaft was completely inside of him. You could have been nice and let him breathe, but where was the fun in that? As soon as you saw he was fully stretched out, you started fucking him hard, thrusting the toy in and out of him, letting the lewd sounds of sex fill the room and mingle with his screams of pleasure. He was close and you were going to drive him to the brink and beyond that as well. While you continued to plunge the toy into his hole and fuck him as he wanted, you reached over for a pair of scissors with your free hand. A few well placed snips in between thrusts and his cock was free from his bindings. The chain connected to the nipple clamps fell to the side. Carefully placing the scissors to the side, you proceeded to stroke him hard and fast with your free hand while his ass was being pounded by a copy of Diavolo’s cock. “Yes. Thank you. Thank you for taking such good care of me.” He babbled. “No one else pet sits for me as well as you do. You make me into such a good slutty pet!” You felt your heart skip a beat at his praise and gripped the base of his cock hard, preventing him from cumming just yet. “I said you’re only allowed to talk about how you liked to be fucked like a pet slut.” You threatened, plunging the toy into him until the knotted base started to further stretch him out. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I- Ahhh!! Lord Diavolo’s cock fills me up the best! I love it! I love being fucked by it!” “Good boy.“ You praised, pressing the toy into him until it was fully sheathed inside of him, knot and all. Your grip loosened on his dick once more and you resumed stroking him. “Now show me how you like to beg to cum” You commanded, finally allowing him to climax while you pushed the toy as far as it would go into him, rocking it back and forth against his stretched and abused anus. “Ah!! Oh... Oh, please! Please let me cum! I want to cum! You make me feel so good! I’ll be a good boy and cum so pretty for you! I just want to... I want to Please.” The little whine at the end satisfied you and you redoubled your efforts on his overstimulated body. “Then cum.”

He followed your orders with glee, hot, thick ropes of cum spurted from his cock, covering his abdomen and his chest. His back arched violently as he climaxed, his whole body shuddering in its wake. He kept cumming in spurts, his essence splattering against his skin and soiling your hand. Lucifer wheezed, his eyes rolled back in pure bliss and he let out a soundless scream as he was finally allowed to release all his pent up emotions. “Good boy. You did so well.” you purred, crawling up to see his blissed out face and stroking it gently until he came down from his high. “You did make a mess though, so clean it up well, yes?” you cooed, offering him your hand covered in his cum. He happily lapped every drop up, savoring the taste of your skin and his essence. The dildo was still deeply embedded in him and his anus pulsed around it, clenching and sucking it in further while he lovingly cleaned your hand. Finally, the bindings were released. His tender nipples were freed and his limbs were allowed freedom. He sighed in content, his spent cock laying against his abdomen as he let you undo all the knots and ties across his body. The last thing to leave him was the toy he loved so much. The wet squelching sound as the knot popped out of him made his dick twitch and he groaned in pleasure as he was slowly being emptied. “Good boy.” you praised once more, proud of just how much he went through that night. “I’ll be sure to give a good report back to Lord Diavolo of your behavior.” Lucifer rolled over, nuzzling you softly and snuggling against your side. “Thank you for the lovely play date.” He murmured. Now that the scene was over, his submissive side ebbed and his usual demeanor mellowed out as he basked in the aftermath of such an intense session. You laughed softly, enjoying the time you shared with Lucifer as the two of you laid in bed together. You fed him snacks, made sure he drank and was comfortable, offered him soft words of affirmation and plenty of snuggles as he recomposed himself. After a moment of respite between the two of you, Lucifer’s energy returned and there was a proper glint of mischief in his eyes.”You know...” he started, his hands trailing between your legs and rubbing at the obvious arousal there. “I need to properly thank you for being such a good pet sitter.” “Oh, is that so?” you asked, raising a brow and rather intrigued as to how he planned on ‘thanking you.’ “Mmm yes...” He nodded, a smirk spread across his face as he pinned you down, stripping you of what clothes you had in the blink of an eye. Before you knew it, your legs were spread open and a thick, phallic object pressed at your waiting hole. “I know one other person who absolutely adores Lord Diavolo’s cock fucking them relentlessly...”

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Amoreena | Chapter Six

Chapter Six

main summary: Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Chapter Warnings: slight smut** angst, spencer's overthinking and anxiety, passing out, plot twist, very understanding reader, happy ending, smut implied but not graphic

word count: 6.2K

from the beginning <3

Derek and Savannah planned to come over on Sunday morning to introduce Hank and Amoreena, his namesake and his honorary daughter meeting felt very important to him.

Y/N and he spent the morning cleaning up the house, making sure all the books were away and the coffee was on so when they pulled in at 11 for brunch they’d be ready.

Amoreena was beyond excited at the idea of a 16th cousin, not knowing about Henry or Michael yet either, bringing her total to 18 cousins.

Spencer learned something new about them and the farm every single day he was there. Which he expected, it had been 8 days and he was all but moved in. They joked just that morning about them moving too fast, shrugging it off and living their lives anyway.

Derek and Savannah were one of the sweetest couples Spencer knew. They had a love he admired, it also blossomed fast and stayed strong through everything Derek went through.

Derek was always going to be his rock, someone he loved deeply and cherished more than he could ever explain to anyone. More than a brother, a long-lost lover, a confidant, his best friend in the whole world. If he could live through everything he’s been through and still be happy, so could Spencer.

Amoreena is out the door and meeting them before Y/N and Spencer are even aware they pulled in. “Hey little lady, I’m your uncle Derek,” he can hear Derek’s sweet voice that he only uses with kids.

They walked out onto the porch to see Amoreena shaking both their hands before asking if Savannah needed help carrying her purse. Ever the little helper, she intended on making the best introduction to her new family members.

“Spence, this place is amazing!” Savannah gushed as she pulled him into a hug, and then Y/N, “It’s lovely to meet you.”

“You too! You’re all so pretty, holy cow,” she swoons, “what does the FBI put in the water over there?”

“Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s running off over here too,” Spencer compliments Y/N right back.

Derek gives Y/N the biggest hug he’s ever seen, “you are my new bestie, anyone who loves Reid as much as me is a keeper.”

“I like this one, Savannah you have good taste,” Y/N teases, holding Derek in her embrace.

“We got the best guys the bureau had to offer and stole them away,” she laughed, wrapping an arm around Spencer as they turned to see Hank.

“Well, someone had to put them to good use,” Y/N had an arm wrapped around Derek too, slipping into Spencer’s life effortlessly.

Hank was almost 5, it blew Spencer’s mind to think that Derek had been a father for 5 years now. He was the sweetest little guy, holding Amoreena’s hand as the two of them walked up the stairs.

They had sandwiches and muffins in the garden, everything was homemade and grown on the farm. It was a life Spencer was excited to get used to, they even made their own cheese and wine in the summer for the farmers market.

Every time he learned a new detail about this place it got more perfect.

Hank loved the goats, he crawled right in with Amoreena and sat down in the mud. Petting the babies and letting all the mamma goats nibble at his hat as they got close. He giggled and screamed, petting all of them nicely as Amoreena told him all their names.

Derek was very quick to pick out a cowboy hat and pretend he was southern, trying out his fake accent and making Savannah laugh as they explored the farm, skipping through the fields and kissing in the grass. They were just as in love as Spencer and Y/N, they all got along like couples who have been friends since college.

Like this had been their life all along, nothing about it felt new. It just felt right.

Everything about her fit into his life like she was handcrafted for it, picked and polished before set in a box and hidden away from the world. She was a collector's item and he was a collector, keeping her close and never letting her go. He knew her worth, but the feeling she produced in his heart was better than anything in the world.

Before they know it, it’s almost 3 and Hank is about to fall asleep in the grass as Amoreena reads him a story. Derek and Savanah are laying back on a blanket half-listening as they watch the clouds. Spencer and Y/N doing the same.

It’s wonderful, he makes eye contact with Derek while running his fingers through Y/N’s hair. He just smiles at Spencer, prouder he can even express.

“I think it’s about time we head out,” Derek cuts into the peacefulness of their day.

“We’ll be back, and often,” Savannah laughs, “I’m going to hide here from the hospital, you don’t have service right?”

“Not if you turn it off and leave it in the car,” Y/N laughed too, pulling Savannah into a hug and walking with her towards the house. Best friends in the making, it was going to be trouble for him and Derek, exciting, but frightful at the same time.

Savannah excuses herself to the bathroom before they leave, Spencer offers to help Derek carry his tired little toddler to the car so they can talk. He was excited to hear Derek's thoughts about the day, proud of the life he could introduce them to.

“Can I ask you a serious question?” Derek finally cut into their quiet walk to the car with a very serious tone.

“Sure,” Spencer nodded vigorously, a little nervous.

“Do you remember when we lost that bet in 2008?” Derek started, “JJ and Emily were saying it wasn’t fair, that we were hogging all the sexiness and smarts and we should just donate sperm to help the population?”

“Yeah?”

“Did you actually do it?” Derek watches Spencer’s mind wandering as he recalls everything.

He has donated sperm twice in his life, keeping it between him and Derek the first time, telling no one about it the second time. The first was when JJ got pregnant with Henry, teasing him that he should make more geniuses in the world. Emily was even considering having a baby on her own back then before everything with Doyle went down.

The second time was after Maeve died in 2013 when he realized that he might not ever get to actually be a dad.

Donating again purely in the hopes that in 18 years someone would find him in search of a connection with their birth father. It seemed like the only way he’d be able to be a father one day, and that was right around the time Amoreena would have been conceived if she’s 7 now.

Spencer looks at him with wide eyes, “you think she’s mine?”

“Without a doubt,” he whispers, stopping to put Hank in his car seat and give Spencer some time to panic.

“She’s not mine,” Spencer keeps shaking his head, so hard that Derek is worried it might fall off as he panics, “she can’t be, that would be insane. No way, no I’m not even going to pretend she is. Nope.”

Derek places his hand on Spencer’s shoulder to calm him, “do you know who her father is?”

“No,” he whispers as he closes his eyes, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “She tells people that Amoreena is her fiancé Stephens, no one really questions that she had her 2 years after he died, but Y/N doesn’t even know who her father is.”

“That’s a serious conversation you need to have with her, regardless, she deserves to know you’ve possibly got other geniuses walking around out there.”

Spencer felt his anxiety dump adrenaline into his blood, making him sweat and panic as he turned around in circles a few times. He looked physically drained, not know what the fuck to do moving forward.

“I can’t go talk to her right now while Amoreena is there,” Spencer panicked as Derek finally closed the door, Hank was all situated and ready to go.

“I can bring you home?” Derek offered, “go get your things and tell her that you have to go.”

“Okay,” he whispered, trying to calm down enough to face her.

Walking back up to her house felt like it took forever, even passing savannah as he all but ran, stepping inside the house to see Amoreena reading on the couch while Y/N was in the kitchen, whistling happily, waiting for him to come back.

Amoreena looked up at him with a smile, “are you okay?”

“Oh yeah, I’m fine,” he lied with a fake smile. “I actually have to go, Derek needs help with something at his place and I’ll be back later for dinner, okay?”

“Awe,” Y/N’s voice travelled from the kitchen to where he was, she walked into the room with an apron on and a towel in her hands. “I was hoping you’d help me make a pie.”

“I’m sorry, hun, I’ll be back soon,” he assured her, “I love you guys.”

“Love you, Dad,” Amoreena smiled, before returning to her book.

Every time she called him dad it made his heart stop, but that one made his breathing stop too, he struggled to swallow as he turned his attention to Y/N approaching him.

Y/N gave him a big hug and then he was gone, running down the driveway and hopping in Derek's car as fast as he could. Still overthinking everything, his mind memorizing every look on Amoreena’s face and trying to see if there was any proof in her being his.

There was a lot. He didn’t want to get his hopes up, he didn’t want to think about that at all. She was his regardless, no DNA test would change how he loved her. He was more afraid of Y/N’s reaction to finding out.

Savannah didn’t ask what was going on, leaving him and Derek to be as weird and cryptic as they always were together. Looking out the window quietly as Spencer had a panic attack in the back seat.

He convinced Derek to drop him off at the clinic where he donated the sperm both times. Still absolutely pissed off with himself that one of the biggest decisions of his life was the one he forgot about, wanting to know if he could find out anything about his potential offspring.

“Sir, I’m so sorry,” the nice receptionist tried her best to stay calm as Spencer rushed through his dilemma.

“Only a child can learn who their father was when they turn 18, if they choose to contact you it’s up to them. You agreed to that when you donated.”

“You can’t even tell me how many kids I have out there?” He tried to reason with her, “I’m in the FBI surely you can make an exception for me it’s not like I'm going to stalk the kids, I just want to know if one’s going to contact me one day,” he tried everything to get her to open up.

“What’s your name?”

“Spencer Reid.”

She stood and walked into the back, opening a cabinet full of records and pulling one out. She opened it, running a finger along with the document as she read it over.

“You have four offspring so far, none of the other samples used have produced a child, the women were all IVF as well so it wasn’t your swimmer's fault; if you wanted to donate again,” she read him all the facts and somehow it just made him panic more.

Y/N’s voice echoing in his mind, “after I did IVF.” She said those words. He heard them. She didn’t know the father. His name wasn't on the sample. It was anonymous. Everything caught up to him at that moment.

“Thank you,” he whispered, white as a ghost as he tried to turn away, dropping to the floor and passing out instead.

When he woke up, he was somehow back in Derek’s car on the way back to his apartment. Hank and Savannah nowhere to be seen, the radio on low as Derek paid attention to the road. It was quiet, he didn’t even know Spencer was awake again until he sighed.

He didn’t say anything to Derek, instead, taking out his phone and texting Y/N.

Spencer: Hey, something serious came up. I won't be able to come back till after bedtime and then I need to tell you something important that might make you very mad at me.

Y/N: you’re going to make me go grey being this ominous

Spencer: I’m sorry, but it’s going to be a lot to explain.

Y/N: should I get wine or something harder ready to listen?

Spencer: Honestly, I’m not even sure yet.

Y/N: cant wait… love you?

Spencer: I love you too, don’t forget that!

Y/N: as long as you don’t either ♥︎

—

He pulled up to Y/N’s house at 9:30, knowing that Amoreena would be well asleep by then. Unbothered by any crying or yelling that could arise from the news he had to share with her mother.

He was terrified to tell her but he needed to. Relationships only work with communication and he knew that, respecting her and loving her enough to do anything in his power to keep her in his life.

He walked inside to see the lights all off, heading around the back of the house to see her in the garden with a drink, surrounded by little lights twinkling as she listened to her favourite Taylor Swift album, he wasn’t shocked in the slightest to find her like that.

“Hey,” he announced himself to her so she wouldn’t be startled.

Her smile warms his heart and clears the butterflies from his stomach for a quick moment, “hey cutie, did you want me to warm up some dinner for you?”

“No thank you,” he shook his head softly, standing by the gate and not wanting to get too close. “I need to tell you something and you might get really mad at me.”

“Alright,” she sat up straighter, hands on her knees as she played with the material of her jeans.

“I donated sperm as a joke in 2008, but then again in January of 2013 when my girlfriend died because I thought it would be the only way to maybe have a kid find me one day when they turned 18. I never thought I’d get to have a family after Maeve died,” the words fell out of his mouth and onto the patio.

“Oh my god,” was all she said, eyes wide and mouth open, she was completely still.

“I went to the clinic and they won't tell me who my kids are, apparently there are four of them so I have no idea if it’s Amoreena or not and I’m just so sorry for not telling you. I honestly forgot, and I don’t normally forget. After everything that’s happened to me, I just forgot, I’m sure it looks like I found you on purpose or something but I assure you that I didn’t,” he wasn’t sure why he was just dumping all these thoughts on her when he hadn’t even thought them through, but they wouldn’t stop.

“There’s only one way to find out,” she shrugged then, smiling at his confused face. “We have more and see if they look like her.”

“You’re kidding?”

“No,” she shook her head, “I’d never joke about making another Amoreena, that would be amazing.”

“You’re not mad?” He blinked at her a few times, wondering if he heard her wrong, twice.

“Why would I be mad at the fact that you might be her real father and the reason she’s the smartest person on earth? She’s literal walking sunshine, am I supposed to be mad you could give her fully biological siblings? I wanted your babies even if she wasn’t yours,” Y/N paused, eyebrows raised as she made her point.

“If I’m supposed to be mad about you completing our family then I’m furious,” she laughed as she stood up, walking over to wrap her arms around him.

“Even if you’re not her father, you’re always going to be her dad,” she whispered as she reached him.

He looked down into her eyes, the most beautiful and caring woman in the world, cuddled into his chest in the middle of paradise. He couldn’t help but laugh, it was insane how easy it was to love her.

“I love you,” he reminded her.

She pulled him down into a kiss, holding her hand on his cheek lightly as he pressed his lips to hers. She rested her forehead on his as they parted, “I love you more.”

“Doubt it,” he teased her with a smile, pulling her in closer and lifting her up into his arms.

“Where are we going?” She giggled.

“Where would you like to go, Princess? This is your kingdom after all.”

The biggest, most suspicious grin appeared on her face then, “put me down,” she instructed and he followed. Setting her down and feeling her grab his hand instead.

She led him inside the house and up the stairs, placing her finger over her lip to let him know to be quiet. She pulled him inside her bedroom for the first time and he was absolutely mesmerized.

It was like a jungle of books in there, pictures of her and Amoreena all over the walls and the cutest mushroom bedsheets in the world. It was like he walked into her mind, it was calming and beautiful and just what he imagined.

Peaceful.

“We’re not staying in here,” she whispered towards him, pulling him into the closet.

She pulls out 2 black garment bags and places them on the bed before looking through her jewellery box. She brings back a small velvet box and places it in his hands.

“Would you want to do something insane with me?”

“Always,” he can’t help but smile.

“My grandma always wanted Stephen to propose to me with that ring, but he used his own mothers instead,” she whispered. “I don’t want to have an official thing, I already planned one wedding and never got to have it.”

“Okay?” He tried his best to follow along, analyzing her facial expressions to see just how nervous she was, as well as the underlying sadness of time missed. Just like she had mentioned that first night he stayed here.

“I had my grandma’s dress tailored to wear at my wedding, I’ve never put the final version on,” she unzips the one bag, revealing a silk white dress with an incredibly long train.

“My grandpa's suit is in the other one, I think you will fit into it,” she reaches out a hand to pull him closer to the bed and look at it with her. “I just want to put them on and tell you I love you in the field and just call you my husband. I don’t give a single shit that it’s been a week, why should I wait a year to call you that when I can start now?”

He doesn’t know what to say, he’s speechless for too long and he knows that it’s making her anxious but he can’t speak. His eyes turn glossy and his hands shake as he holds the small box in his hands, opening it to find a beautiful ruby on a gold band, surrounded by small diamonds, alongside her grandfather's gold band.

He gets down on one knee then and she pulls him right back up to his feet, shaking her head. “It can’t be like last time, I don’t want to repeat a single part of it. I can’t lose you too.”

“You never will,” he’s finally able to speak. “I’m not going anywhere, believe me, you are the most important person in my life. I would drop everything and hide here forever to keep safe, if you wanted me to, I’m too in love with you to go anywhere.”

She smiles at him with wide eyes and the glimmer of hope returning. She picks up her dress and heads to the bathroom door, “put the suit on and meet me downstairs?”

“Yes Ma’am,” he winks at her before taking the suit down the hall to his room.

He notices the wedding photo on the night table again, taking the suit out of the bag to see nothing really changed since the last time it was worn. Her grandfather was tall and skinny like him when they got married, so he fits into the 1950’s suit almost perfectly.

He straightened everything out in the mirror, making sure he tucked the ring box back into his pocket before quietly tiptoeing back down the creaky wooden steps.

Y/N wasn’t done yet, he could hear her walking around in her room softly as she paced from her dresser to the bathroom over and over, most likely trying to find something in her jewellery box and looking in the mirror more than once. She didn’t sound nervous, her feet weren’t hesitant, she sounded like a woman on a mission, that was a good thing.

He was the nervous one, scared out of his mind with the fear he wouldn’t do this right. That she had dreams, plans and expectations he needed to live up to and what if he couldn’t? He put his face in his hands and tried his best to push all the fears away but they kept swirling. Making his brain hurt, he didn’t want to fuck anything up with her. She was already so understanding and wonderful, she’d given so much to him already he can’t fuck this up—

And then she’s walking down the stairs. Like sunshine; parting the grey skies as the thunder clouds dissipate and the rain washes down the streets, he’s fine again.

“You look beautiful,” he whispers.

Her smile was priceless, “thanks, cutie, I’m so glad it fits you!”

He followed her towards the kitchen where she picked up the phone, dialled a number and waited, “hey mom.”

“Spencer and I are going on a late-night walk, outback, yeah, Amoreena is asleep, can you just keep an eye on the house? I’m going to let Rufus in to keep guard anyway,” Y/N explained over the phone, agreeing and humming to whatever her mother said in response. “love you too, thanks."

She let the dog in like she said she would, handing the overly friendly golden retriever a treat before finally pulling Spencer outside and towards the barn.

They were both in running shoes, it was incredibly adorable for the occasion and he wouldn’t have it any other way. Her hand was so soft as she tugged him along behind her, her dress and hair blowing in the wind as they walked.

She grabbed an old kerosene lantern from the barn, lighting it quickly and holding it by the handle, “you ready?”

“I am,” he smiled softly, still anxious in his core, more so now because he was overly excited to be spending the rest of his life with her.

They continued to walk down past the barn, through the cow pasture and finally entering a clearing. It was full of lilacs and ragweed, yellows and purples blowing ever so gently back and forth under the moonlight.

“This is where my grandparents would read to me, and where they renewed their vows when I was 14, and this is where I got the call that I was pregnant with Amoreena. It’s a very special place to me,” her voice was barely a whisper.

Spencer took the lantern from her and placed it in the grass, it illuminated the both of them just enough that they could see each other's faces and know exactly how much they loved each other without even having to say any words.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Spencer’s words were careful, he didn’t want her to think he didn’t either.

She nodded softly, “I loved Stephen very much, I don’t think I’ll ever stop, but I loved him enough to know he’d want me to be happy, he’d really like you and don’t tell him this but I think I love you more than I ever loved him,” she made light of a very heavy subject.

Smiling at him like he was the world, he fully believed her. “I thought Maeve as it for me too before she died, I was so, so wrong. Every day I discover a new level of love for you I didn’t think possible the day before, I never want to stop searching for how deep my love for you goes.”

“To new adventures,” she whispered.

“And happy endings,” he replied, remembering the conversation they had about the Disney characters they loved the most just yesterday morning.

He removed the box from his pocket, opening it and taking her ring out of the fabric. The tiny diamonds around the ruby sparked in the light, shining little rainbows over their faces as they smiled at each other once again, cheeks aching from all the happiness.

“What finger do you want to wear it on? Seeing as we’re doing this our way,” he compromised for her very easily.

“The middle one on my left hand, you?” She asked as she took his ring out as well.

“The ring finger,” he whispered. “I want you to be close to my heart forever.”

“Okay,” she whispered back, pushing the ring onto his finger first before placing her hand in his, waiting for his hands to stop shaking so he could put it on her.

He pushed it right back towards the knuckle, holding her hand in his after and just staring at the ring. He just married the woman of his dreams.

“Holy shit,” he whispered to himself, making her laugh.

“What?”

A tear trickled down his cheek as he tried to smile at her, his jaw wobbling as he tried to stay calm but he couldn’t, he let himself cry softly as she cupped his face with her free hand.

“I love you too, Spencer,” is all she said, pressing her lips to his, finally.

He held her there in his embrace, lips touching as they breathed each other in. The smell of the field and the flowers that were once so strong in his nose, now he only smells her perfume, he almost forgets where he is as they kiss. The world could have stopped and he wouldn’t have ever known, too caught up on loving her.

He doesn’t pull away when the kiss breaks, instead, resting their foreheads together as they breathed.

“I’m going to love you until the day I die.”

She brushes their noses together softly as if to agree, “give me at least 40 years with you, and then I’ll meet you in heaven?”

“We’re already here,” he whispers, “you and Amoreena are my angels.”

They kissed again, just as soft and perfect as before. She smiled at the end, pulling back and taking her cellphone out of the dress pocket that he didn’t even know was there.

She set it on the fence post that separated the cows from the field, making sure it was steady and setting a timer. She rushed to Spencer and pulled him back into the same kiss, letting the phone take a burst of photos for them to remember later on.

“Pick a song,” he whispered into the moment, seeing her face scrunch as she became confused. “We need a first dance, I know your grandparents had to have danced out here at least once if she loved music as much as you say she did.”

“I love you,” is all she can say as she beams a smile at him. Skipping over to her phone and doing just as he asked.

“I need a piece of Amoreena in this moment,” she explained her song choice, making him think it would be the Elton John song, but it wasn’t.

A beautiful piano balled played before he heard the all too familiar voice of Taylor Swift, the girl's favourite. “Seven, because that’s how many years it took for us to find you.”

He takes her hand again, twirling her around before pulling her body into his. The both of them holding on tight as they swayed to the song, it fit every single aspect of his love for her to a T. Like it was Taylor made for them.

“Sweet tea in the summer Cross your heart, won't tell no other And though I can't recall your face I still got love for you Your braids make a pattern Love you to the Moon and to Saturn Passed down like folk songs The love lasts so long,”

It was so unbelievable. She had mentioned the love she felt for Stephen, he mentioned his love for Maeve, both of their faces hard to bring to memory as they fell in love with each other. A new feeling, a happier love, a long-lasting one that wasn’t nearly as flimsy. Powerful and strong like the earth's gravitational pull, he was never leaving her.

She’s singing the words ever so softly beside his ear, her voice is softer than Taylor’s and his favourite thing he’s heard all night, but he’d never tell her that.

They kiss randomly throughout their dance, listening to more songs as they swayed in the evening breeze. The cows coming to the fence to see what was happening, they twirled and dipped and jumped with each other, it was perfect.

She pulls him in for another kiss and she is all giggles, high from the dopamine and serotonin rush they were both on. Like someone injected sugar right into his veins, he was unbelievably sweet on her.

“We’re you serious?” Spencer whispered against her lips before she can pull back any further and disrupt the courage he felt.

“About what? I’ve said a lot tonight,” she teased him gently.

“About having more kids?” His voice is low and his eyes can’t meet hers as he prays she was being honest.

She nods softly, “never been more certain, actually, I would have 10 more of your kids if they’re all as perfect as our Amoreena.”

Our.

He tilts his head to the side and presses his lips together in a tight smile, he lost all control of his tears a while back, feeling them slip down his cheeks as he took everything in. She had given him everything and then some.

“How are you this perfect? It’s been 8 days since I laid eyes on you and you’ve managed to make every single dream come true, while simultaneously creating new dreams I never imagined I’d be allowed to have. You’re the best thing that has ever happened in the world Y/N, I’m so incredibly in love with you I could scream right now,” he is more passionate than he plans to be, she stares at him with more lust than happiness this time.

“Prove it and make love to me, you said you’d rather fuck me at home. Well,” she kept teasing him opening her arms and twirling around as she showed off the farm. “This is your home now, husband.”

“Where should we go?” He felt adventurous, willing to take her against the fence if the cows wouldn’t eat her hair, the thought alone making him giggle to himself.

“What?” She can't help but giggle right back.

“I thought about fucking you against the fence for a hot second and then the intrusive thoughts kicked in and I thought about the cows eating your hair,” he admitted with a fierce laugh.

“I love you so much,” she shook her head and sighed, the same way she did at the museum when Amoreena made her laugh.

That was all the proof he needed. Never would he question how she felt, if she loved him half as much as she loved Amoreena then he was blessed by far. This was over the top.

He picked up the lantern then, handing it to her as well as her phone before picking her up bridal style and attempting to carry her back to the house. He made it to the barn before she begged him to put her down, wanting to skip the rest of the way with him.

Giddy as all hell, the two of them snuck back into her house. Rufus, the best guard dog in the world, was passed out on the couch and didn’t even move as they walked in. Locking the doors and windows for the night before tiptoeing up the stairs again.

Luckily, Amoreena’s room was on the opposite side of the house from Spencers. Y/N pulled him down the hall and inside the room, lightly closing the door before leaning back against it and sighing.

“Are you sure? I never asked you what you wanted,” Y/N whispered.

Spencer just shook his head and slipped out of his suit jacket. “All I want is to have a big happy family with you, where ever that takes us, I’m up for the adventure.”

Y/N was the one who teared up this time, looking away from Spencer and at her grandparent's wedding photo on the side table. She walked past Spencer, brushing her hand against his arm as she did so, picking up the photo and kissing it softly.

She turned it face down and turned back to Spencer, “help me with the zipper?”

He nodded, silently stepping forward and brushing her hair off her back, freeing her from the dress. He pressed his lips gently to her sun-kissed shoulders, surprised by the array of freckles, kissing the pattern they made on her skin as she let the dress slip to the floor.

He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her from behind as he continued to kiss her neck and shoulder. She hummed into the feeling, tilting her head to the side so he had more room to explore, her hands cover Spencers as she felt up his arms, still in his embrace.

She had the softest skin on earth, he could spend the next 14 hours kissing every square inch of her. It was all perfect and he wanted her to know it, “get on the bed,” he whispered in her ear as he pulled away.

He picked her dress up off the floor and put it on a hanger from the shirt he had on. She watched with soft eyes as he hung it on the back of the bathroom door, keeping it safe and taken care of while they became a married couple.

He slipped out of the tie and started unbuttoning his shirt, she laid back against the covers, pulling her grandma's quilt off and folding it at the end of the bed. She laid back and waited as he slipped his pants to the ground and finally joined her once again.

She met him halfway for a kiss, holding his face as he knelt between her spread legs, she leaned back and took him with her. He hovered then, barely touching her as she leaned forward to keep kissing him, eventually wrapping her arms around his back and pulling him down.

Skin to skin for the first time ever.

It’s slow and explorative, they take their time as they enjoy every single inch of each other's bodies. She’s soft and perfect, she fits in the palm of his hand like he’s always been holding her. Moulded for her and her alone.

He’s never made love before. Sure, he’s had sex but never in his life has it felt like this… no, this was perfect. It was everything he’s ever dreamed of and then some. Her kisses felt like dreams coming true, her touch so light it was like sunshine on a hot day, just dancing over him.

It was perfect.

He brushed her hair behind her ear, still inside her, as he took a moment to just look at her. Her eyes were hypnotic, he was so dawn into her it was like she controlled him. He kissed her gently on the forehead, “I love you,” he reminded her, for the millionth time that hour.

She pulled him in closer, breathing against his neck gently as they continued. Her nails on his back were amazing, he felt the sharp pain of her grip which only excited him more, fastening his pace, both his hips and where his thumb was pleasuring her between their bodies.

She looked like she was floating, relaxed as she laid against the sheets, blissed-out while she took it all in, panting airy nonsense as she got closer and closer.

She was quiet, they both were. It was silent as possible while they made love for the first time ever. She was everything in the world to him and then some, he couldn’t believe she was real as they both finished and managed to somehow get closer to each other.

Another level of love was just unlocked in his heart, he was never going to stop loving her. That would be the only impossible known to man.

tag list: @shemarmooresfedora @spencers-dria @spookyspence @reidsfish @manuosorioh @mochionly @samuel-de-champagne-problems @jswessie187

[falcqns]

Selfish

Pairing: Post Endgame!Bucky Barnes x Barton!Reader

Summary: You and Bucky are sent on a mission to the 1950′s, and you come face to face with Steve Rogers for the first time. 

Warnings: mention of Thanos, swearing, Steve being protecting, Y/N being more protective, The Winter Soldier makes an appearance, insinuation to smut. 

A/N: We love stories based off shifting experiences lol. also it was hella exhilarating to scream and swear in America’s Ass’s face LOL. Also If there are any chronological errors with the whole Hank Pym thing, just ignore it I haven’t seen Ant Man yet

You were hiding behind an overturned desk, your gun in one hand, both batons in another. You, Bucky, and Sam had been sitting on the couch enjoying your Saturday, when it was raided by rogue S.H.I.E.L.D operatives from 1951, hell bent on preventing the avengers from forming. But, they didn't have time-space GPS’s like you guys did, so they were thrust into 2024, a year after the events of the final Thanos fight. They had held the three of you at gun point, until you threw a lamp at them, and Bucky reflected their bullets with his vibranium arm while you and Sam ran, you to your gun and batons, and Sam to get his wing suit on. A fight ensued, and everyone had eventually spread across the compound, to where you took refuge behind the overturned desk of Tony Stark. No one had touched his desk since he passed, but that changed today.

You felt someone approach from behind, and you flicked your wrist holding your batons to turn on the taser function, and went to knock out the person behind you, when you were met with Bucky, an amused look on his handsome face. He had two time-space GPS’s in his hand, and well as the bracelets that contained the suit. 

“Don’t electrocute me yet, doll,” He said, and you rolled your eyes. “We can fix this. We go back in time, we prevent them from taking the Pym Particles. It’s risky, but I see it as our only option right now. They’re not going down. We need to do something.” He whispered. 

“What about Sam?” You whispered, and Bucky looked over his shoulder. 

“I knocked a few of them out and told him to get the hell out and I had an idea. He escaped while I covered him. They won't notice anything happening because it might be minutes or hours for us, but it's seconds for them. Trust me?” He asked, and you nodded before taking the suit bracelet and the GPS he offered you, and slipping them on. You put your batons in the holster on your lower back, and your gun in its holster on your thigh. You double tapped the suit bracelet, and took a deep breath as the nanotech quickly covered your body, and head. Bucky programmed his GPS, and you programmed yours to go back to February 23, 1951. 

You looked at Bucky and nodded, before you felt the helmet covering your face, and a pull behind your navel, seconds before you entered the quantum realm. You watched as the colours of the quantum realm sped by you as you traveled, and you glanced to your side, sighing as you saw Bucky right there with you. You were nervous, but as long as he was there, you'd be fine. 

You felt a stronger pull behind your navel, and you were thrust into 1951. Luckily, the two of you landed in a supply closet, where there were janitors uniforms. You two didn't say anything while you pulled the uniforms on, and slipped out of the closet.

You two kept your heads down, determined to not get recognized while you figured out the plan. 

“So, this specific building changed considerably since before I fell off the train, but the labs are this way, just passed the offices in this coming hallway, which is where I’m guessing they put Pym’s lab and office,” He said, and you nodded. 

You two turned the corner to the office hallway, and you heard Bucky swear. You looked up at him in confusion before following his eye line and biting back a swear word. 

Peggy was standing outside her office, talking to a rather tall, broad shouldered, blonde haired man. Before you could process who it was, Peggy noticed Bucky, and her eyes widened. She exclaimed, and the blonde haired man turned around, to reveal himself as Steve Rogers. 

“B-Buck?” He said in disbelief. “What are you doing here?”

“You’re alive?” Peggy said right after. 

Bucky sighed, but the two of you walked up to the couple. You shifted so you were standing slightly behind Bucky. You had quite a few words for Steven Grant Rogers, none of them good things. 

“We’re here on a mission. We’re trying to stop 5 rogue agents from coming to 2024, and killing me, Sam, and my girlfriend Y/N.” he said, and you stepped put from behind him, giving Steve a tight lipped smile.

Steve looked over at you, and looked you in the face intently. “How did you meet Bucky?” he asked seriously.

“I met him when my dad introduced me to the remaining Avengers when we went to see Wanda after-” You were going to say ‘the Westview incident’ but didn't want to risk screwing up the timeline so you changed it slightly. “An unfortunate incident.”

He crossed his arms. “Who’s your dad?” He said, his chin tipping up slightly. 

“Clint,” You said simply, and he eyed you again, as if he didn't quite believe you, but chose to let it go, wisely. You rolled your eyes, and heard Peggy giggle, to which you gave her a smile. 

Steve turned to Bucky and dropped his arms. “Who are these agents?”

“George Peterson, Charles Collins, William White, Robert Gomez, and Paul Cox.” You said, and Bucky looked at you in confusion.

You rolled your eyes and looked at your boyfriend. “Their names were on their uniforms. Where were you looking when they had their guns pointed at our heads?” You said. “AT THE GUNS!” Bucky exclaimed and you rolled your eyes again. 

He turned back to Steve. “We need to get to Hank Pym’s lab.” He said, and Steve sighed. “What?”

“Pym’s lab hasn't been moved to this building yet, it’s still in downtown New York. Do you guys have a car?” He asked, and you scoffed. 

“Oh yeah, we had time to shove on of those in our pockets while being attacked by psycho’s.” You said, sarcastically.

Bucky looked at you. “Y/N.” 

You glanced up at him.    

“Sorry. No we did not Capsicle-OW!” You exclaimed when Bucky elbowed you in the side.

Steve sighed, and turned to Peggy. “I might be home late. Gotta help him,” he said, and Peggy gave him an understanding smile.

“It’s okay. Go help,” She said, and after they shared a kiss, Steve was leading you and Bucky out of the building.

“How’ve you been Buck?” He asked. Bucky sighed.

“Oh, y’know. Compound got rebuilt, met the love of my life, been on a few missions with her and Sam. The usual,” To which Steve chuckled.

You three reached Steve’s car a few moments later, and you climbed in the back, while Bucky sat in the passengers seat. You weren't as tall as him, and you were afraid you'd cause an accident if you put next to the literal ass of America. 

“Wait,” Steve said, pulling out of the parking lot. “How’d you get on the team,” He said to you. You rolled your eyes but answered. 

“I’m the daughter of two super soldiers, Hawkeye and Mockingbird. My mom has multiple serums, which were passed to me, and I got both their strengths, but I prefer to use batons rather than stupid ass arrows that can only be used once,” You said, crossing your arms over your chest, and slumping against the leather seats of his car. Steve nodded, and gave Bucky a look, which Bucky knew meant ‘she doesn't like me does she?’, to which Bucky gave him a look that said ‘this is her being nice to people she despises.’ Steve nodded, and focused on the road.

As the car drove into the city, you looked at how different the buildings looked. It looked exactly like the pictures you had seen, but you were in awe. There were a few skyscrapers, but they certainly didn't look the ones you were used to seeing whenever you went to New York. Bucky and Steve were talking in the front, and you blocked out the conversation to gaze at New York in a time when your father wasn't even born. 

You felt the car come to a stop moments later, and you looked up to see you were outside a bland looking building that said “Pym Technologies”. You stepped out of the car, and Bucky immediately took your hand in his. The two of you followed Steve into the building, and made it about a third of the way down one hallway before Bucky pushed you into a room, and pulling Steve with him. 

“What the f-” you started to say before Bucky covered your mouth with his vibranium hand. 

“That was them. The guys.” Bucky said, and Steve went to the door to see the guys Bucky was referring to walk down the hallway and turn right, in the direction of the offices. 

“Okay,” Steve said, turning around to face you two. “Do you have your weapons?” he asked. You unzipped the janitor suit and pointed to the gun and baton holsters on your leggings. Steve nodded, and looked to Bucky who was taking off his janitors uniform and pulled out his gun as well. 

“Okay, good.” Steve said. “Now, I left the shield at home because I barely use it, and the kids prefer to use it as a sled in the winter.” 

At the mention of his kids, you rolled you eyes again, and Steve had had it with that. 

“You keep that up and your eyes will stick,” He said, and you stuck your tongue out at him. He furrowed his eyebrows at you and spoke again. “What is your problem?” He asked, looking over at Bucky for help, who just raised his hands in defeat. He had tried many times to figure out why you had such a problem with Steve but eventually let it go and knew you would tell him when you were ready.

But, you finally decided you were ready. “My problem? What about your problem?”

Steve scoffed. “I don't think I have a problem.”

You laughed. “Oh, you don't have a problem? Do you feel any guilt, AT ALL, for leaving Bucky behind? Did you stop for one second to think about how this might effect him? He risked everything, multiple times for your stupid ass, and when the world was finally safe, at least for a while, you ditched him for a girl you kissed once? I get it, you ‘loved’ her, but she had her own life, her own husband, and everything. You left Bucky with Sam. THEY BARELY GET ALONG! I’m not saying you should have taken him with you, because then I wouldn't have met him. I’m saying that you should have stayed. You could've gotten with Sharon, gotten married and had a few kids with her. Instead, you chose to say ‘fuck it’ and abandon Bucky when he needed you most. And believe me, I know Sharon isn't Peggy, but you liked her as well. It’s called a compromise. Also, don't you think it's pretty shitty that Bucky DIED FOR YOU, came back to life, walked through a goddamned portal, fought aliens with a gun, all without a break, and you didn't have the fucking decency to talk to him, at least once before the fight was over? For the greatest soldier in history, you sure are pretty fucking selfish.” You stated, and walked out the door with your batons in hand without a second look.

“Wow.” Bucky said, looking at Steve. Steve just shook his head and motioned for Bucky to follow you. 

“Follow her and help. I gotta find something to fight with,” He said, looking around him. Bucky nodded, and walked out. He raced to catch up with you, and saw the men huddled together in a conference room, probably planning what to do next. He pulled you to the side before you reached the room to talk to you. 

He pulled out into a little alcove in between the offices, and pressed his forehead against yours. “Baby,” He breathed out, and looked up at you when you sniffed. “What’s wrong?”

“I couldn't let him sit there and think that what he did was okay. It wasn't. he left you when you needed him most. After he came out of the ice and found out you were still alive, his main goal was to find you, and save you. But when he finally gets the ‘big defeat’ he wanted with Red Skull but didn't, he immediately abandons you for Peggy? Nothing against her, she seems nice I just hate his guts for putting you through all of that and I know you’re gonna say that I shouldn’-,” Bucky cut off your rambling with a kiss. He pulled away and smiled at you.

“He needed to hear it. Now, let’s finish our mission so we can get back to 2024, and finish The Sound of Music because I really wanna know how the Von Trapps escape Austria.” he said, making you smile, your grip on your batons tightening. The door to the conference room opened just as Steve was coming around the corner, a shield slightly smaller than his own in his hand. He pressed back against the same wall you and Bucky were pressed against.

“Looks like they're trying to recreate everything about me,” Steve said, and Bucky chuckled. He glanced down the hallway, and saw it deserted. The 5 men continued down the opposite direction, towards the labs. 

“Y/N, corner them. Steve, go around to the opposite hallway and block off the exit there. I’ll do the same with the opposite exit. After that, we should be good, and we can fight them, and hopefully stop them.” Bucky said, and Steve nodded. 

“How do you know so much about this building?” You asked, and Bucky blushed. 

“The Soldier has more than one mission that involved breaking into Pym Industries,” he said. “Now let’s do this.”

“Didn't think you were one for leading,” Steve said, tightening the shield just before he walked off. 

“Yeah well, sometimes you have to step put when it comes to Sam Wilson.” You said, walking off. You pressed your back to the wall before turning the corner, giving Steve and Bucky time to get into position. 

Through the reflection on the mirrored ceiling, you saw the men come face to face with Steve, and turn around and head the other way. They passed by you without a glance, only to be faced with Bucky, who had ripped the sleeve off his metal arm. You heard them swear. 

“Fuck. He’s The Winter Soldier.” one of them said, and when you glanced up at the ceiling again, you saw Steve charging at them, Bucky following seconds later.

The men realized what was happening, and turned around to escape down the hallway where you were, and you flicked your wrists to turn on the taser function on your batons, and hitting an agent in the head.

He fell to the ground and you kicked him in the face for good measure. You looked up and saw Bucky in a chokehold by an agent with his back to you. You stood up and ran towards him. You planted the batons on either side of the agents neck and watched as his whole body convulsed, releasing Bucky. He turned around and swore. He pulled you off to the side and let Steve keep fighting.

“W-What are you doing?” You asked. 

“Theres more rogue agents coming. I need you to bring out The Winter Soldier.” He stated. Your eyes widened.

“Shuri got rid of him.” 

Bucky shook his head. “Remember when you went on vacation with your dad, stepmom and the kids and I visited T’Challa?” You nodded. “Well, it wasn't to see the Wakandan kids like I said. I went to Shuri and I asked her to put a version of him back inside. I can take down and kill people, but YOU are the only one who can control me. I won’t hurt you, or Steve, I’ll know who you are, but you need to say my trigger words. I know you know what they are. I fight, you and Steve get to the lab, take the Pym Particles and run,” He said, glancing back at Steve, who was holding his own fairly well against multiple agents.

You nodded. “Fine. But I don't like that you lied to me, and we will be talking about this when we get back.” You stated, and Bucky nodded.

You cleared your throat, and started speaking. “Longing, Rusted, Seventeen, Daybreak, Furnace, Nine, Benign, Homecoming, One, Freight Car,” You said in Russian. 

Bucky became very stiff, his eyes shutting. His whole body spasmed, and his eyes opened, brown eyes replacing his steel blue. 

“Ready to comply,” He answered, and you gave him his orders. 

“Take down anyone who gets in our teams way,” You said, and the Soldier nodded before rejoining Steve to fight, with him, instead of against him.

You ran back to Steve and him and watched as the Soldier took down agent after agent with no difficulty. Steve’s mouth dropped open as he stood and watched. “What did you say to him?” He asked, and you smiled.

“I brought out the Soldier. Now, let’s finish this,” You said, allowing Steve to lead the way.

You two ran down the hall and turned to corner. “I thought Shuri got rid of him,” He said as the two of you continued running.

You glanced behind you before answering. “She took one Soldier out and put a different one in,” You said, and the two of you skidded to a stop when you came face to face with the Pym Particles storage room. 

“I know Hank only keeps a certain amount here, but no one but me and him know that at this point in time. Let’s go in, grab them, and destroy them. I’ll take the blame for it but I couldn't give less of a shit,” Steve said, and the two of you burst in the room. 

There were only 10 vials of Pym Particles, each of you grabbing 5. You ran out of the room, and back the way you came. You made it to the hallway where the Soldier was still fighting.

“SOLDAT!” You shouted. He stopped and turned to look at you. “Let’s go!”

He nodded and ran towards you. Steve burst through the door, and the three of you ran towards Steve’s car. The three of you hopped in, Bucky and you in the back, Steve in the drivers seat and speeding away. 

“D-do you know how to get Bucky back?” You asked Steve. He looked at you.

“Remind him who he is. That’s the only thing that worked for me, but this Winter Soldier programming is different.” 

“Wouldn't hurt to try,” You said, and took Bucky’s hand in your own. “Bucky, look at me,” The Soldier turned to you. “You’re James Buchanan Barnes. You were born March 10, 1917. Your best friend is Steve Rogers. Y/N Y/L/N is your girlfriend. Your favourite food is plums. You absolutely despise Sam Wilson,” You said, and watched as he came back to himself slowly. Steve cackled at the last part, before pulling into an abandoned parking lot.

“We gotta destroy these particles,” You said, looking down at them resting in your lap. 

“That’s what we’re doing. Take these,” He said, handing you the rest of the particles. “And put them on the ground in front of my car. We’re gonna run them over.” You nodded, took the vials out of his hand and hopping out of the car. You placed them on the ground and got back in. 

Bucky groaned, just as Steve accelerated, and ran the vials over, a satisfying crunching noise coming from under the tires. You turned and gave him a smile. He groaned again, and buried his head in your neck. Steve chuckled and turned the car around to head back. 

He glanced at the time on his watch. “Theres no point in going back to Lehigh, Peggy’s at home now. Where do you guys want to go to head back?” He asked, and Bucky pointed towards a small clump of trees in a park. Steve nodded, and pulled over. 

You walked up to Steve while Bucky got his tired body out of the car. “Thank you for helping us. I’m sorry for what I said.” You admitted, and Steve smiled.

“Don’t be. I needed to hear it. I was incredibly selfish, and I should have stayed with him. But, thank you for helping him.” He said, and you nodded. He gave you a hug, and you walked towards the trees to allow Bucky and Steve to say goodbye. They talked a little, shared a laugh, and hugged. Steve walked over to where you were standing. 

“Come back whenever you guys want to. I’d visit you, but that’s not my time anymore. Plus I don't have a suit or a GPS. I’d probably end up in the Sokovia fight again if I tried.” He said, and you and Bucky laughed. 

“We will. I know the fairs coming up soon, so maybe we’ll come back then?” Bucky asked and Steve nodded. They shared a smile again, and Steve watched as the two of you tapped your bracelets, the nanotech covered you and programmed your GPS’s. You waved at Steve, and he waved back. Bucky nodded at him, which Steve returned at the two of you locked eyes as you felt that familiar pull behind your navel, and your were thrust into the quantum realm again. 

You returned to 2024 seconds later, and glanced around at the untouched compound, and Tony’s desk, which was completely fine. Bucky looked around in confusion.

“What happened? Wasn’t it only a few seconds here? Why is everything fixed?” Bucky asked and you smiled.

“The chronological timeline where we were attacked was erased by us when we destroyed the particles, so the attack never happened.” 

Bucky nodded, before scooping you up and carrying you into the living room. “Good. Now, let’s finish the movie, and maybe have a quickie before Sam gets back.” Bucky said, sitting on the couch, and lifting your shirt over your head. 

You laughed, but agreed. “Sounds like a plan.” 

[sweetpxxches]

To tame a beast.

MAG!Hank x AFAB Reader

Reader uses gender neutral pronouns

This fanfic contains the following:

Smut

Gore

You guys asked, and even held me at gunpoint, therefore HERE IT IS, FOLKS! I hope you guys enjoy this shot. Because honestly why wouldn’t you.

The sounds of steel being scratched by heavy claws was one of the first things you heard down the halls of the AAHW building, you were looking all over for Hank in hopes that he hasn’t went too far ahead of himself again. You paced down the hall as the sounds of screams and splattered blood grew louder, knowing that Hank would be the one responsible for it. As soon as you slid into a stop at the broken sliding door, you saw Hank in the corner, ripping an agent by his throat with his metal jaw and canine teeth. To most people, this would of been a horrific sight to see, but for you, this is nothing new. Instead of a shriek in fear, you only shouted out at Hank. “Dammit, Hank! This isn’t where we’re suppose to be right now!” You stomped your way at him, and as you approached he slowly held his head up, dropping the meat of the agent out of his maw. He snarled at you, speaking up to you. "Who gives a shit? I'll do what I want and right now I want to fuck shit up." You squinted, grabbing the scruff of his jacket. "No, we need to go and look for Sanford and Deimos!" Hank shoved you off, towering over you. "Fuck off, I want to do what I want to do, and it's not that! They're probably still alive for all I know." Hank stepped away from you, and you got yourself up, dusting yourself off. "Hank, you usually act like this when something is bothering you." You started.

Hank paused, his head turning to you. "What do you mean by that?"

You crossed your arms. "You want something out of me." Hank faced you completely, unsure of where you were going for. "Where are you going with this..."

You stood your ground, looking up at the monster before you. "Hank, be honest. Have you been rebellious with your attitude because you want my attention?" As you asked, you knew the awkward silence will fill in. Hank made a frustrated hum, and you only squinted further. "Hank..." You spoke up, and Hank grunted. "Fine, fine! Fuck! I just got frustrated because you've been ignoring me too much!" He barked back at you, and you raised a brow. "What in the world are you going on about? I'd never ignore you on purpose!" You walked up to him, tugging on his arm. "Come on, Hank. We don't have time for this-" You huffed, seeing his isn't budging. Sometimes you hate it when he's stubborn, because it wouldn't be easy to convince him to do what you want him to. The MAG side of his mind has turned him more demanding, somewhat selfish to himself since now he desires to 'work' more often, so you have to try and think ahead so you can figure what you can do to have him satisfied. You sighed, looking around the room to see what you could use to lire him out. But with not much you could offer, the last thing you had at the back of your mind was...

Ah, no. You'll regret it if you do it, just look at him. He's a ruthless brute who would destroy you in seconds. And yet... it's not like you wouldn't like that. Hank was already making his move down to the next room, but as soon as he stepped away, you grabbed his arm again. "Wait! I think I know what will convince you to listen to me."

He turned his head to you, staring. "And what do you think will make me take orders from you like some dog?" You blinked, and grew awkward, humming in place of thought as you gulped. "Do you want to just use me? For today? Maybe that will give you something good to feel?" That was an even more awkward approach. He didn't even know what to say at that request, other than a simple head tilt. But he seemed curious, and even faced you completely as he stepped up towards you, towering over you. "You're seriously asking that? Of all places?" He questioned, and you began to step back from the plan, embarrassed and thinking you made a mistake, but the moment you attempted to, Hank's large claws gripped onto your hips and held you into place. You held your breath, assuming Hank was getting annoyed with you, but you saw him lean close to level his face with yours, you can see the glint in his eye.

Yes, yes he does want to. And now you'll have to endure his strength. "You know, I'll make it worth while. Let's just hope your legs last." He teased, as he picked you up and placed you by the wall, bending you over which had your upper body against it as he gave you a lift up on your hips. It seems he didn't want to waste time, seeing how he practically ripped away what was on your pants and undergarments. You cursed under your breath knowing you'll have to walk around with your ass out now, if you'll even be able to walk after this, that is. Though, the feeling of being exposed like this hit a certain need within you, and his snarling only grew louder as he had a tight grip on your ass, spreading you open to have a taste of you. You tried to have a grip on the brick wall against you, but it wasn't as easy as it seems, especially with the fact that Hank was eating you out. Though, it wasn't a long session to your dismay, for all he was attempting was to lube you up for what's coming. You looked over from behind, puffing your cheeks at him. "Oh, come on, not even going to do it more on me?" With that statement, he curled his fingers around in your hair, and pushed you back against the wall, shutting you up. "This is my choice and I'll do whatever the fuck I want to do here, understand?" He snarled into your ear, and just with that alone made you drip with anticipation. Hank didn't want to keep wasting time, with how you are now, and his hard on only growing he needed you now. You bit your lip as you heard the pants zipping, and it wasn't long until you felt a familiar thing making it's way against your slit. Eyes widened however, as the moment he slid inside your cunt, it felt as though he was stretching you out. You made a moan that ended with a yell, realizing that his size was far more challenging than his original. Though you can tell this bastard was smirking from behind, knowing you were having a bit of a hassle trying to have it all fit inside you.

"Th-This isn't going to fit..." You shuttered, hands against the wall.

Hank could only chuckle, his hands sliding down back to your hips to hold you. "Then I'll make it fit." As Hank stated that, he slammed his whole length of his cock within you, reaching at your limits against you. At this point the Agents from the twelfth floor probably heard you, because as that moment his cock hit you against your cervix, you felt your mind break, almost as though Hank has turned something on within you. Your eyes lifted up, tongue hanging out as you felt Hank thrust into you, your walls already clenching at his efforts. But you knew he wasn't gonna stop until you get your fill. Hank could feel a bulge forming every time his shaft hit against your edge, knowing you're enjoying every single second of it. You couldn't help but move your hips with him, and he laughed lowly as he sees you helplessly ask for more. "Whatever happened to you being the one to order others around, huh? It didn't take long until I made you my bitch." He leaned over and bit your shoulder, making you smile through the pain and pleasure that waved through. "Remember your damn place next time, and maybe I won't break you." He lifted you up by under your thighs, you gasped as he had you in the air. He leaned against the wall, and continues to thrust inside you. Your cunt began to reach it's climax, coating his cock with your own cum. He growled at the feeling, your scent alluring him. "You couldn't even last long... pathetic." He huffed, though he didn't stop, and he wouldn't stop for something as minimal as that.

You felt his cock throbbing eventually from what felt like days, you noticed he was picking up the pace. His growls only to ene it with a roar, slamming you down on his cock balls deep inside you, filling you to the brim. His warm cum forming a bulge inside you, and as soon as he lifted you up off his cock, his seed poured out of you. You couldn't even mutter a word, you were dazed. He could tell that you had enough, as well. It was a moment of silence, and he placed you onto the floor, seeing that you were trying to keep up with your heart racing.

"Hah, maybe you'll need help out of here now, huh? Wait-" It clicked.

You just tricked him into being convinced to get you out of this place. And he squinted down at you seeing you had a smirk under that mess of hair covering your face. "You bitch. Fine! We'll leave! But only because you have to anyway." He muttered and cursed under his breath, lifting you over his shoulder as he stormed out the building.

In the distance however, two agents were standing there with plate sized eyes after witnessing whatever the hell happened there.

"... So how are we gonna explain this to the Boss without it sounding like a porno?"

[winterscaptain]

permanent.

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader a joyful future fic

a/n: just in case you missed it, i published a family tree for the hotchners! at this point, jack is married to bella and living in d.c. she’s a journalist for the washington division at the new york times and is generally pretty awesome. as always, lemme know what you think!

words: 3.1k warnings: language, hospital setting, canon-typical injury

summary: “write your injuries in dust, your benefits in marble” - benjamin franklin. au!december 2035

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“Come on, Soph! Go, baby, go!”

Your daughter is a vision. She streaks across the field, her green and yellow uniform almost melding with the grass as she keeps control of the ball. You can’t see her face too clearly, but you know she’s scanning the field with the same intensity you see in Aaron’s face beside you. 

Isaac plops down on the bench behind you, home from Los Angeles for winter break. “How’s she doing?” 

Aaron half-turns his head, keeping his eyes on the field. “Going for a hat trick - if she makes it, it’ll be her third this season.” 

“Excellent.” 

Caroline, down the field with her choir group, lounges happily between the legs of one of her friends, eating popcorn. When she sees you looking, she waves at you.

You wave back for a moment before your attention’s caught by a collective gasp and Aaron’s hand shoots to your forearm. You turn back to the field, but you missed it. 

Everyone’s moving and you don’t know why. 

With shocking agility for his age, Aaron all but leaps down the bleachers and onto the field. Your eyes search for Soph, but there are too many people on the field, all of a sudden. 

Caroline’s standing on the seat of the bleachers, her friends steadying her with their hands on her arms and ankles. 

There’s a hand, soft and scared on your shoulder. “Mom?”

You open your arms, and your nearly-grown son ducks under it, curling into you as you stand. “Do you want your earbuds?” 

You feel him nod and you pull them out of your bag. His trembling quiets a little after he fits them in his ears. 

There’s a clamber, and Caroline appears at your side. “What happened?” 

“I don’t know. I wasn’t watching.” 

She exhales, shaky and worried. “Where’s Dad?” 

“On the field.”

But where? 

You find Aaron, his salt-and-pepper hair stark in the autumn light. He’s talking to the referee, his brows low. 

You hear sirens. 

+++

“Oh, hey! What’s up, Mom?” 

You almost hate to ruin his mood. 

“Jack, honey, can you get down to the house at any point tonight?” 

You try not to grip the handle above the car door too tightly as Aaron races through the suburban streets, following the ambulance. Soph was definitely lucid when they loaded her up, but definitely in a lot of pain. 

“Ye - Yeah...Why?” 

“Soph’s headed to the ER - something happened on the soccer pitch today and her knee…” You shake your head. “I dunno. Her knee looks really bad.” 

“Fuck. Okay.” You hear him shuffle around and click his mouse - checking his schedule. “I can get down there after my last meeting at four - I’m headed there in a few minutes, but won’t be able to swing any earlier. I’d cancel it, but it’s literally SecDef and the Joint Chiefs and -” 

“That’s fine - I just need someone at the house with the kids until one of us can get back. Elliot’s at baseball practice until six and I’m not sure if -” 

“I’ll be there. I’ll get El and then I’ll swing by for Isaac and Caro if they’re still with y’all down there.” 

You glance over at Aaron and nod. He heaves a sigh of relief and mouths Thank you. 

“Thanks, Jack.” 

“Yeah. See you soon. Love you.” 

“Love you, too.”

+++

When you’re finally allowed in to see Sophia, her eyes are red and puffy with tears. Her right leg is braced and elevated at the knee. 

Her doctor explains the situation - dislocated knee and splintered patella with a torn meniscus and ACL. “This kind of traumatic knee injury poses a couple of issues…” 

He explains that the rehabilitation and surgery needs for both the ACL and meniscus are exceedingly different, and “It’s entirely possible Miss Sophia will experience permanent joint damage. However, we won’t know that until we have an orthopaedic surgeon look at it tomorrow.” 

“What about sports? Can I still play?” Soph tries to sit up farther, but Aaron’s arm shoots out, locking her against the bed across her shoulders. 

The doctor looks hesitant, and it’s all she needs to burst into tears again. Aaron moves, sitting on the side of the bed and wrapping her up in his arms. He looks over her head at you and your lower lip disappears into your mouth as you meet his gaze. 

You shift your attention to your other children sitting patiently behind you.

Caroline’s practically bit her nails to the quick - her hands looking more and more like her Aunt Emily’s as the moments pass. 

Isaac’s been sitting in the wide windowsill for the entire afternoon, his headphones on, staring out the window, his mouth tight and fingers tearing into the foam stress ball you keep in your purse. 

We’ll need another one of those. Or five.

 You get a phone call, and you step out. “Hey, Jack.” 

“Hey. Just got Elliot. We’re headed over to the hospital now. How’s she doing?” 

You sigh and press a hand to your forehead. 

“Oh, shit. That bad?” He asks. 

You don’t comment on his tell pickup. It’s in his blood, at this point. “Yeah. She’s definitely out for the rest of the season, and we’re looking at some long-term stuff, too.” 

“Fuck.” 

“Hey! I’m still here and she’s gonna kick your ass if you keep swearing in front of me, dude.” Elliot shouts from the back and it almost makes you smile. 

“I’m actually inclined to agree with you, Jack. We’ve got a dislocated and splintered patella in addition to a torn meniscus and ACL. It’s going to be a long rehab.” 

You hear a deep sigh into the bluetooth system in Jack’s car. “Well, I’ll stay here for the duration.” 

“No, no honey it’s alright. Your dad is home full-time and you’ve got a huge project reaching critical stages. Your room is all ready for you, but you really don’t have to hang around if you can’t manage the drive every day. And Bella -”

“Bells is looped in. She’s fine. She’s more than happy to tag out if we need to. Her deadlines are really loose right now what with the whole ‘nothing going on in Arlington’ thing this week. She’s heartbroken for Soph and wants to help where she can.” 

“Alright.” 

“Hey,” He huffs, sounding a lot like his dad. “I’ll let you go. I’ll text when I’m outside.” 

“Okay. Thanks, bud.” 

“Of course,” he says, like it’s the simplest thing in the world. “Anytime.” 

+++

Sophia’s sleeping when Alice and Hank come to visit later in the evening. Aaron went home a couple hours after Jack, planning to tag out with you later so you could get some sleep in your own bed before work tomorrow. 

Alice immediately embraces you, all but falling into your lap as you hold her. She’s shaking.

“Is she okay?” 

You push her back, smoothing some wayward edges at her hairline. “She will be.” 

Alice’s dark eyes fill with tears, and you brush them off her cheeks as they fall. 

“She’ll need your help, though. It’s gonna be a long time before we figure out what’s permanent and what’s not.” 

Alice nods and retreats, sitting in the plastic chair by Soph’s side, folding her arms on the mattress and laying her head on them. “Hey, Sofa,” she whispers, though Soph can’t hear her. 

“I haven’t heard that one in a while,” you tell her. Sofa is a nickname Derek gave Sophia when she was little. No big meaning to it, but it stuck. 

You wouldn’t be surprised if she stayed there all night. 

Hank lingers by the door. In the shadow of the room, you could easily mistake him for Derek, but that concerned pull at the corners of his eyes screams Savannah. 

Eventually, he crosses the room and sits on the little lounger beside you. 

He takes your hand and you kiss his knuckles. “I bet this isn’t how you wanted to spend your winter break, huh?” 

A little laugh leaves him. “Maybe not, but little Miss Thing over here dragged me out the door before I could get two words in edgewise.” He gestures vaguely toward Alice and you actually smile. 

“Yeah. In my experience, Morgan women don’t fuck around.” 

“You got that right,” comes a voice from the doorway. It’s Savannah, fresh off her shift and still in her white coat and scrubs. She scours over Sophia’s charts and checks on her before sitting on your other side. 

“Do you want the bad news or the good-but-also-kind-of-bad news?” She asks, almost inaudible. You glance up at Soph but Savannah shakes her head. “She’s out - those pain meds will leave this entire visit a blur.” 

You sigh. “Fine. Hit me with the bad shit.” 

“You sure?”

“Yeah.” 

Savannah rests her elbows on her knees. “I’ve seen a knee injury like this exactly once before. No matter what you do, they can’t and don’t always heal right. She could need a mobility device permanently, even after she’s healed, and I can tell you now she won’t play again.” 

That’s okay. She’s okay. 

Better soccer goes than her life. 

Soccer is her life. 

You only know that Alice can hear everything when her shoulders start to shake. She doesn’t make any noise as she cries. She’s like her dad that way. Hank stands and places a hand between her shoulder blades, but says nothing. 

“Is that the worst of it?” 

Savannah nods. “Yeah.” She takes a breath. “The kinda good news is that she’ll be totally fine no matter what obstacles she may run into. She’s tough. I wouldn’t expect anything less from a Hotchner.”

She snorts. “Hell, I watched you bounce back from crazy life-threatening shit with a quip and a grin.” 

You raise your eyebrows and shrug. “I do what I can.” 

+++

Caroline curls into her father’s side, her double bed big enough to manage the both of them. It feels a lot like when she was little - she’d have nightmares or couldn’t fall asleep and Aaron would come and sit with her until her breath was even and slow.

“Dad?”

“Mhmm?”

“What’s Soph gonna do about college?” Caroline’s voice is small, nearly smothered in Aaron’s shirt. “She already has scouting offers and stuff.” 

“Yeah,” he says with a sigh. “I’m not sure. We’ll all have to figure it out together, won’t we?”

+++

Aaron steps into the room, closing the sliding glass door behind him. Alice, just as you predicted, snoozes next to Sophia, her head pillowed on her arms. Sophia’s upper body almost arcs around her and she managed to snag one of Alice’s hands in her adjustment. 

Those two…

Maybe he won’t escape the inevitable after all. 

Morgan-Hotchner? Hotchner-Morgan? 

He really only ever prepared to lose his name with Caroline. Soph always seemed far too… herself to take on a new one. 

We’ll see.

You’re asleep in the pull-out chair, your brow drawn and arms crossed over your chest. He approaches you as quietly as he can, putting his go bag down and sitting beside you. 

Much to his chagrin, you startle awake. 

“Sorry,” he says in a whisper. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” 

You shake your head. “You didn’t.” Talking through your yawn, you add, “Just had a weird dream is all.” 

Aaron pulls you close and you relent, tucking into his side with a hand pressed to his chest. 

“Did Savannah come by?” He asks. 

You nod. 

“What did she say?” 

You sniff a little, more from the antiseptic smell than any emotional response - that will come later. “Soph won’t be able to play again unless fuckin’ divine intervention or some shit comes along and fixes her knee from scratch, but she’ll be able to move around just fine with a cane or brace or something after a while.” 

Aaron can only imagine it now - fits and righteous anger about getting around the house, watching games from the bench - the list could go on forever. “She’ll hate that.” 

You hum in agreement. “Just another parenting challenge. Already have the rest of the gamut covered neurodevelopmentally, so we were bound to get a physical challenge at some point.” 

“Never more than we can handle.” 

Shaking your head, you note, “This one just might do us in.” 

+++

“I swear to God, if I see you in the office at all this week I’m gonna smash your kneecaps in.” Emily pauses. “Sorry. Too soon?” 

“No, no, it’s fine.” You laugh a little and Soph sits up, her brow asking a question. 

You answer, pulling the phone away from your mouth. “Your Aunt Emily told me she’d smash my kneecaps if she saw me at the federal building this week.” 

Soph snorts. “Nice. We could match.” 

You reach over and tweak her nose. “We already match.” 

“Hey.” Emily grabs your attention again and you put your cell back to your ear. “I’m serious. I don’t want you to be here. Stay home for Soph right now and I’ll sign off on it and turn everything in for you.” 

You roll your eyes. “I can’t believe you turned into Rossi, Miss I’m Past Retirement Age But Twisted the Bureaus Arm to Let Me Work Myself to Death.”

She laughs and hangs up, leaving you and Sophia alone again in the hospital room. She tucks back into her Jello, taking bites that are way too big. 

“How are you feeling, bug?” You brush her cheekbone with your thumb and she shrugs. 

“Can you hand me my headband?” 

You reach over and dig around in her back until you find the wide swatch of colorful fabric. She takes it from you and shoves it over her head, pushing her hair back with practiced ease. 

She’s just like her dad. 

What? Loyal? 

Yeah. But also chronically avoidant. 

“You didn’t answer my question.” 

She huffs, playing with her fingers. “I’m fine. I think.” Her breath is shaky. “I can’t really tell with all the meds I’m on, but it feels… really bad.” 

When she looks over at you again, her eyes are glassy, tearful. “I know I can’t play again, maybe not even run.” 

You reach out for her hand, but don’t say anything. 

“Momma…” She pauses, looking down at her blanket. “Momma, I don’t know what I’m gonna do. I feel like I only know how to play soccer. I don’t know how - I don’t know if I want to do anything else. I’ve never thought about it before.” 

You run your thumb over her knuckles. “Soph, you can do so much. You have a great strategic mind - you think in these big, creative webs. It’s such an asset.” 

“Don’t profile me.” 

“I’m not profiling you, baby,” you tell her with a smile. “I just know that about you because you’re my daughter.”

Her mouth twists. “Right.” She looks down when her phone buzzes. 

“Who is it?” 

The corners of her lips tip up. “It’s Alice. She’s asking me if I want anything from the drive thru.”

You mirror her little smile. “That’s nice of her.” 

“Yeah.”

+++

“Alright so you have twenty nuggets, large fries,” Alice digs around in the bag, taking things out as she speaks. “And… a vanilla milkshake.” 

“God, I love you.” Sophia wraps her hand around Alice's head and pulls her close, pressing a kiss to her temple. 

Alice laughs, deep from her chest. “Shit, Soph, if all I have to do to secure your love is get you crap chicken, sign me up.” 

“You could get damn close.” 

Aaron watches the girls sit beside each other in the bed, taking turns dipping their nuggets in the sauce. They’ve always been this way, exchanging barbs and affection in equal measure. Symbiotic in the extreme, one is never far from the other. 

You’re home, getting everyone else in bed and settled for the evening. Isabella drove in a night early - Jack’s headed back to D.C. apartment for a series of days-long meetings at the Pentagon regarding his latest project. 

Aaron’s excited to see her. It’s been a helluva thing to see his son married, even more surreal to know and love his son’s wife like his own daughters. 

His phone rings. 

Speak of the devil. 

“Hey, Bella.” 

Sophia looks over at the mention of her sister-in-law, and Alice looks beside herself with delight. As well as being a hit among the parents, Bella’s a winner with the kids, too. 

Some days, Caroline likes her more than she likes Jack. 

“Hey, Pops. Want to tag out?” 

“Sure. I’ll switch with you. How long do you want to be here?” 

He can almost hear her shrug. “Eh. I’ll spend the night. My column isn’t due until the end of the week and I’ve got it covered. Don’t need to work, don’t really need to sleep. Win-win.”

“If you say so.” 

“I do. I’ll be there in twenty.” 

She hangs up before Aaron can respond, so he just pockets his phone and takes the loss. Sophia, after taking a sip of her milkshake, asks. “Is Bella here all night?” 

“Yeah, bug. She’ll be here.” 

Soph and Alice share a look. 

+++

“Well, Bella has more patience than I do,” Aaron says, dropping his go bag at the bedroom door. “She’s stuck with H&M for the rest of the night at the hospital.” 

You laugh, wrapping your arms around him. “I’m glad the girls have company, and fun company, at that.” 

“Fair enough.” 

The two of you quiet for a moment, and you tuck further under his arm, placing your hand over his heart. 

“Aaron?” 

His hand traces up and down your back, slow and steady. “Yeah?” 

“What can we do for her? She sounded so… defeated today.” 

And it’s true. You’ve never seen Soph like that, even at her lowest. If you were honest, it scared you a little. 

“We can be her parents. That’s all. And she’ll figure something out. If she needs to take a gap year, she’ll manage. She and Alice can search for programs together.” He sighs before he continues, leaning back to look at you. 

“All we can do is ask her what she needs and support her as best we can.” 

+++

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His’n

by: mldrgrl Rating: PG Summary: A Hanella Twitter prompt, of sorts.  Hank introducing Stella as his wife. https://twitter.com/hole4gillian/status/1411255101990203392?s=21

The whole Zoom appearance thing was getting to be old hat, so when Hank was asked to appear live and in person at the reopening of an independent book store he frequented, he jumped at the opportunity.  He missed reading to people that actually existed and weren’t just little boxes on a screen.  He missed that instant feedback and energy that only a live audience could provide.  He missed being the center of attention.  

The appearance was on a Tuesday evening.  He asked Stella to go, but she had a late class that night.  He asked Becca to come, but Ziggy had a puppy training session.  He wasn’t terribly disappointed.  It was a rare occurrence to have any of his family at an event and he was fine with it.

Hank was greeted by the owner and manager of Read This, a man named Philip, who he considered to be a step above an acquaintance, but not quite a friend.  They had a relationship built upon reciprocity.  Hank was a regular customer, even name dropped the store a few times in interviews to give it a boost, and Philip always stocked his books and made sure signed copies were on display.

The event space in the store was just a small stage at the back, barely large enough to fit two chairs comfortably, and an assortment of mismatched folding chairs scattered in front of it.  The bookstacks were at angles, pointed towards the stage in a vee formation like an arrow down the aisle.  Hank had done a few signings there in the past and they always felt more like intimate gatherings than events.

Philip kicked off the appearance with a short speech thanking everyone for coming out and for supporting the store over the years.  He kept it short and simple and then gave Hank the floor to a round of applause.  Hank stepped up onto the stage and gave Philip a quick hug before he sat down.  All the seats out in the audience were full - all fifteen or twenty of them.  He took a passing glance at the crowd as he unfolded the pages he’d brought with him that had been tucked into his back pocket.

“Any of you motherfuckers blog about this later and call me an old man for what I’m about to do, fuck you in advance,” he said, taking out the reading glasses he had hooked to the collar of his shirt that had recently become a necessity.  

Everyone laughed.  Someone woo-hooed from the audience and Hank dropped his chin to look over the rim of his glasses.  

“Philip said I could read whatever the hell I wanted,” Hank said.  “So I’m going to read an excerpt from a new novel I’ve got coming out in a few months called Alone Together.  A couple things you should know going in, the novel follows the story of Miranda and Scott, a married couple who are on the verge of calling it quits after fifteen years when the pandemic hits and forces them hunker down together when they’d really rather be anywhere else.  This bit I’m about to read is about half-way in, when Scott is starting to reflect on what exactly went wrong and when.”

Hank paused to smooth his pages again.  When he looked up, he straightened his shoulders in surprise.  He saw Stella, leaning against one of the bookstacks with a mild smile on her face.  She was in her work clothes, a white silk blouse and fawn colored pencil skirt and tan heels.  She had a tan blazer over her arm and her briefcase in hand as well.  He took a subtle glance at his watch as he adjusted his pages.  Her night class should have only started a half an hour ago.

“Uh,” Hank started and then hid a grin behind his fist as he cleared his throat.  “Scott watched his wife at her computer from across the room.  She had her headset on and she was laughing.  He couldn’t actually remember the last time he’d heard her laugh.  It occurred to him that he’d forgotten what it sounded like.”

It took about fifteen minutes for Hank to read the full excerpt.  He was momentarily distracted when he saw Becca walking down the aisle.  She went straight to Stella, gave her a hug, and then turned towards the stage with Stella’s arm across her shoulders.  The surprise of having both his wife and daughter there for him almost made him cry.

When he finished, the audience clapped, and Philip came back onto the stage to moderate audience questions.  All the questions were the same variations of questions he had been asked his entire career.  He could answer them in his sleep.  While he was droning on about his routine and writing habits, he saw Becca tip her head back, whisper something in Stella’s ear, and then duck out from under her arm and walk away.  He hoped she wasn’t leaving without saying goodbye.

“Gentleman in the green shirt,” Philip said.

“You said earlier that you were inspired by the pandemic, so I have to ask, how much is fiction and how much is reality?”

“Are you asking me if I based it off my own life?” Hank asked.  “Well, first of all, I want to make a broad statement about writing in general.  That whole ‘write what you know’ garbage that people, mainly professors, let’s be honest, try to instill into you, is bullshit.  Do you think Bram Stoker was a vampire?  Do you think Thoms Harris was a cannibal?  And believe me, I’m not saying that writers don’t cull from their real life when they’re putting words to paper, but there always seems to be this assumption that if you’re writing a modern story, set in a modern world, that somehow that must be your life and your voice.

“Unlike Scott, I am happily married to the most beautiful, intelligent, way out of my league woman and I would never forget, not even for a hot second, that I am the luckiest bastard alive.  We started off the pandemic in very close quarters and when I was trying to think about what I might be interested in writing next, it occurred to me that I could very well be in a miserable position if my life was different.  But, it’s not my life that I was imagining when I finally sat down to write.  It was two people who were at odds with each other and how would they respond to this?

“I’ll say this, though, and then I’ll get off my high horse on the subject.  There is one thing in the story that I gave to Scott that belongs to me.  I even read from that passage tonight, and I’ll read it again.”

Hank put his glasses back on and flipped through his pages until he found the paragraph he wanted.  He glanced up and out to where Stella was before he re-read the lines.

“He could recall in stunning detail the moment he knew he was in love with her.  It wasn’t a romantic moment.  They weren’t out on a date.  It wasn’t during or after sex, when he was naturally euphoric.  It was on a hot summer morning in August when the air conditioner had gone out overnight and they’d both slept poorly and were pissed off at the world.  He watched her angrily brushing her teeth with her pink cheeks and dark circles under her eyes and in his exhaustion and anger he wished for a moment that she wasn’t there, but then he had a flash of his life without her and suddenly he felt a swelling in his chest that stole his breath.  He never wanted to envision a life without her again, not for a minute.”

Hank stared at the page for a few beats before he finally took off his glasses again and looked up.  He first looked for the man that had asked the question and then he turned his gaze to Stella.  

“The fictional situation was different,” he said.  “But, the feeling was the same.”

Stella gave him a subtle smile and her lips puckered very briefly.  His own lips twitched in response and he finally cut his eyes away.  He took a few more questions and then Philip thanked him for his time and invited anyone that wanted to stay to have a book signed to wait for a few minutes as they set up the table.

As people began to talk amongst themselves, Hank left the stage to go to Stella.  She was chatting with Becca, who had returned with two cups of coffee from the cafe next door.

“Hey,” Hank said, sliding his arm around Stella’s waist and squeezing her hip.

Stella put a hand on Hank’s face and her thumb briefly circled his mouth.  She didn’t say anything, but her eyes held his in a warm gaze.  She tilted her chin up at him and he leaned down and kissed her cheek.

“Daughter,” he said, turning to Becca while still holding onto Stella.  He put his hand on the top of her head and kissed the part in her hair.

“Father.”

“I’m glad you came.”

“We thought we would take you to dinner,” Stella said.  “When you’re finished.”

“I would love that.”

Philip came up from behind Hank and said his name.  “We’re ready for you,” Philip said.

“Philip, this is my wife, Stella Gibson.  And my daughter, Rebecca Moody.”

“Lovely to meet you,” Philip said to Stella and then nodded to Becca.  “We sold out of the hardcover of your last book.  Please, let me know if you’d ever like to do a signing.”

“Sure,” Becca said.

“You’d have to put twice as many chairs out,” Hank said.  He could tell Becca wanted to roll her eyes at him so bad.

“Go do your thing,” Stella said, putting her hand over Hank’s on her hip.  She rubbed her thumb over his and he captured it and pinned it down for a moment.  He nodded and then kissed her cheek again.

“Love you,” he whispered into her ear.

“I see what you mean,” Philip said, walking Hank back to the stage where a folding table was set up.  “She is out of your league.”

“Right?” Hank said with a laugh.  “And she married me.  Unfuckingbelievable.”

The End

[victoria-daydreams]

The Long Way Home

Chapter Two: Professor?

AN: It’s my birthday and I’m feeling great so I decided to post today rather than tomorrow. Thank you to everyone that has taken an interest in this story and thank you for the support!

Trigger Warnings: drug use/abuse, mentions of verbal abuse

Word Count: 1.7k

Taglist: @iloveeverything-09​, @eiferundruhe​

Chapter Three: What the Hell Happened to Him?

Hank put his head down, "Told you there was no ‘Professor’ here," he remarked with a shrug, starting to clean up a table that was covered in things.

"What the hell happened to him?" Logan asked, shocked to see his old mentor in such a state.

Hank stood in silence for a moment deliberating whether he should explain or not. With a sigh he placed a bottle down and looked at the desk below him.

"He lost everything. Raven, Erik, his legs..." Hank trailed off, thinking of someone else that he lost, but he decided it was best not to mention it. "He built the school, the labs...this whole place," he continued, pouring himself a drink. "Then, just after the first semester, the war in Vietnam got worse. Many of the teachers and older students were drafted...and it broke him. He retreated into himself, I...I wanted to help do something so I designed a serum that treated his spine. Derived from the second formula, that was for me, that controls my mutation. I take just enough to keep myself balanced but...he takes too much. I tried easing him back but he just couldn't take the pain, the voices. The treatment gives him his legs but its not enough...he's just lost too much," Hank looked back up at Logan, and smiled distantly before taking a sip from his glass.

Upstairs, Charles was pouring himself a drink, in an attempt to forget the memories he didn't wish to think of. As he downed a good portion of the alcohol, suddenly, it all came rushing back, the buzzing of hushed tones he so terribly wanted to push away was beginning to torment him.

Charles' arm immediately shot out to reach for a cloth to wrap around his arm. After struggling briefly to tie it around his arm, he pulled it tight with his teeth as his hand shakily reached out to a small table where a syringe and a small vial rested upon. Charles grabbed the needle and the vial of serum before filling the needle with liquid and pressed it into his skin, letting the solution take its effects.

He laid back in his chair and looked over to his nightstand, but he had to look past the countless bottles to see it. There under the only source of light in the dark, musky room was a small, untouched framed photo of Raven. The Raven he knew. The memory of when they first met had rolled through his mind. His mind then drifted to Erik and how he stole Raven from his life. He stole Raven, made her into a completely different person.

But Erik also gave him Claudia. Charles would have probably never met her if it weren't for Erik's vendetta against Sebastian Shaw. But alas she was another loss. Charles remembered the shine in her eyes, the way her lips curved when she smiled, and how strong she seemed the way she carried herself. She was a friend to everyone she met.

Charles closed his eyes tightly, fighting back the tears and the memories of the two people he loved most. Raven and Claudia. He knew he couldn't save Raven on that beach in Cuba, but Claudia, she could've stayed.

Back downstairs, Logan couldn't but feel that Charles and Hank were tiptoeing around someone and he didn't understand why. Logan glanced down at Charles' desk noticing something that he hadn't before. A picture frame lying face down on the desk, reaching his hand out Logan grabbed the silver frame and flipped it to face him. In the picture was a young, African-American woman who couldn't have been no older than twenty-four.

She had neck length black hair that was styled in a windblown look, her bangs parted to the side. She was looking back at the camera with a wide grin, holding an ornament as she decorated a Christmas tree that was in the picture as well. The Charles he knew mentioned a woman he knew long ago before Logan made this journey, a woman who Charles cared for deeply. Claudia. That was the woman's name if Logan remembered correctly, he wondered if they were one and the same.

"So, this is Claudia," Logan commented, looking up from the picture. Hank froze. He hadn't heard that name spoken aloud in years. By the looks of Hank's expression and his reaction, Logan's suspicions were confirmed. "Heh, I didn't know the professor liked them young," he quipped, a soft chuckle escaping him.

Hank snatched the frame away from Logan.,"God, It wasn't like that," he stated, rolling his eyes. "Yes, there was an age gap, but they were very much in love with each other," Hank explained, looking down at the photo briefly and sighing. "They truly made each other happy," he added softly, before placing the photo face down on the desk again.

"What happened between them?"

"Remember that depression I told you that Charles fell into?" Hank asked, resuming his cleaning.

"Yeah,"

"Claudia was there, she was there for all of it. She tried to stick by him, she really did, but she just couldn't take it anymore," Hank paused, as he exchanged a brief look with Logan. "They fought a lot, she was sick of Charles' behavior of being a drunkard. She was tired of feeling more like a maid to Charles than the woman he claimed to love. And well Charles, one moment he's the loving man Claudia fell in love with and in the next he's a mean drunk," Hank explained, picking up empty bottles. "As tough as a woman Claudia is, I knew that some of the things that Charles said got under her skin. She was miserable here, but it all came to a tipping point in 1967," Hank continued, throwing the bottles into a trash bin.

"She left him, didn't she?"

"Yes, by the end of '67 she was gone," Hank answered, shoving his hands into his pockets. "The night she had left, it felt strangely peaceful. The atmosphere in the mansion didn't feel so heavy. That was until I heard Charles' bedroom door slam open and the both of them shouting. Claudia was done, she was over it. She told Charles that she couldn't keep pretending that they were this happy couple, so for her own sake she was leaving him. She said, if he wanted to remain on his path to self-destruction then be her guest, but she wasn't going to be apart of it. She wasted years of her life trying to help a man who doesn't want it," he recalled, shaking his head as he leaned against the desk in behind of him.

Logan frowned, "And how did Charles take that?" he questioned, feeling like he already knew the answer.

"Not well, not well at all," Hank replied, shaking his head again. "He said some pretty hurtful things to her. He told her to go ahead and leave, he didn't need her. Charles called Claudia a 'useless woman' and claimed that maybe he'd be happier if she wasn't here. I...I’ve never seen Claudia look so hurt, so betrayed in all the years I've known her," Hank looked down sadly, now crossing his arms against his chest. "She actually began to tear up and responded quietly saying 'that makes two of us' before she reached down to her finger and slid off her ring and threw it at Charles," Hank sighed, his mind replaying that night.

"Claudia, Claudia, wait! Please, Claudia, just slow down! Please, just listen-" Hank begged.

"Wait! Charles and Claudia were married?" Logan asked, his eyes almost bulging out of his skull.

"No, just engaged," Hank explained. "They dated for three years, and then Charles proposed to her in '66. As you can tell now, it didn't work out," he sighed, shaking his head slightly. "The last thing Claudia said when she left the mansion was 'this whole thing was a mistake'," Hank added, with a frown as he folded his arms against his chest.

Logan sighed looking at Hank and shook his head. He was sent here for a reason, and now he can't seem to get the job done. He was risking many people's lives if he didn't change this now.

"I'll help you get her," he heard a voice from behind. He smirked and turned around, "Not for any of your future shite, but for her," Charles announced, coming down the stairs.

Logan mused over this and nodded, "Fair enough," he agreed.

"But I'll tell you this. You don't know Erik. That man is a monster. A murderer. You think you can convince Raven to change?" he asked, narrowing his eyes. "To come home? That's splendid. But what makes you think you can change him?" Charles questioned, his tone growing bitter.

"Because you and Erik sent me back here together," Charles stared at him, surprised at the unexpected words. Logan scratched the back of his head, before crossing his arms together. "You are not going to like this, but you told me, practically begged me to get Claudia as well," Logan added, waiting for Charles' reaction.

He scoffed and shook his head, "That, I cannot do,"

That was a pain he had buried away and didn't wish to dredge back up anytime soon, he felt the same for Raven and that old wound was most definitely raw now. He had managed to control his emotions now whenever Raven was mentioned, to a point. But Claudia? That was something else entirely. She was his first love, the woman he wanted to marry, the woman he almost married.

"Charles, listen to me," Logan told him, looking down. "You are going to regret this just as you did when you told me to get her. If you want to save her, this is your only chance,"

Hank frowned at his words and Charles' angry expression dropped, forming into a sad and confused expression.

"Save her?" Hank asked, asking what Charles was not able to.

Logan nodded turning to look at him, "Claudia didn't make it, she's dead," he informed, shaking his head.

"Dead?" Charles repeated, sounding suddenly breathless from this revelation.

Charles clutched at his chest and inhaled deeply, suddenly not feeling too well. Like the world around him was spinning and he was stationary, Charles closed his eyes, guilt swarming inside him.

"Claudia is dead because of me,"

Chapter Four: Recruiting for a Jailbreak

[shelby-love]

HANK VOIGHT

Forbidden Attraction

Requested: yes

Prompts: none

Warning(s): none

Author's note: Y/N appears in my newest Jay Halstead imagine as a real character! Kinda needed her to get a point across! Check it out <3 It’s called The Freeing Bliss of Adrenaline 

~

"What do you think happened?" Adam nudged Kevin under the table. The bigger man  just scowled before shutting him down. "Don't know, don't care."

"Harsh." Ruzek muttered and leaned back.

When their sergeant walked into the room they didn't expect to see you waltz in behind him without a care in the world. Usually, when people are promoted to intelligence, they fear the mastermind behind it.

You don't.

And Hank Voight knows it.

He stuffed your first encounter at a cop bar far back into his mind until it became a subject to his subconscious. Your red dress and pretty heels still lingered in his mind no matter how much he tried to prevent it.

Especially since you didn't fear to greet him at the district to remind him.

"This is Y/N Y/LN." He announced with a lump in his throat. You stepping forward to stand by his side, your hip brushing against his rigid body was the cause of it. "She came in highly recommended for a promotion."

"I used to be in special operations," You piped in cheerfully.

"SWAT or crisis negotiators?" Jay asked, an eyebrow raised, and muscled arms folded over.

"Crisis. People tell me I have a special way with words," You say, stealing a glance at Hank.

He swallowed. "Briefing in 10."

And with that he left you in the wind.

Smiling, you turned to Jay. "So… Where's my desk?"

Jay showed you around with doe eyes.

"20 bucks they end up together." Adam appeared at Kevin's side once again.

Kevin snorted, "You're kidding right? She's like 20 years younger than him."

"And I bet that's what he's into." Ruzek's grin widened by a mile.

Kevin eyed his extended hand and took it. "Deal."

***

It took a few days to get used to the new lifestyle. It wasn't easy by any means but from what you've heard it should have been even harder for you to start off.

You knock on Hank's door to talk to him about it. "Sergeant Voight. Can I talk to you for a moment?"

He raised his head to look at you. And while he looked as collected as ever, he was far from that. He watched as your figure set itself into one of the chairs with ease he grew very fond of. Your legs…

He didn't even want to think about that.

"Is there a problem Y/LN?"

"No," You drawled. "But I have a feeling there is supposed to be one."

Hank looked at you. He was confused of course; you had his mind in a daze whenever you were around him.

You crossed your leg over the other and continued, "I mean, I expected it to be worse than when I first came to special operations, but it's not. This has been a jolly ride and I-"

Your mouth stopped. It was like cold water was splashed all over you and brought your mind straight to realization. "You!"

"Excuse me?"

You scoffed, not quite believing that sexual attraction was what got him to go easy on you. "I can't believe it. You are going easy on me!"

Voight sighed through his nose. No matter how much he wanted to yell you out of the room, the man couldn't find a trace of annoyance or irritation toward you.

If anything he found your words to be…truthful.

"You want me to be hard on you?"

Your eyes widened, "Well I don’t mean literally…"

Flustered.

You were flustered. Finally, he saw you in a way not a lot of people did.

As much as he loved the thought of working by your side and having the ability to bring out blush to your cheeks the age difference dotted over him like a dark cloud.

He furrowed his brows, suddenly sulked. The change of temperature brought out your curiosity. It piped your interest.

"Voight?" He ignored you.

"Hank!"

The use of his name didn't feel foreign whatsoever. You had called him that before, under much difference circumstances yes, but that hadn't mattered at that moment.

The glare did.

"What's going on with you?" You asked him carefully. "You aren't usually like this."

And he knew you knew that.

"You. That's what's happening." He said lowly.

You only narrowed your eyes at him, "The tension is too much for you? I tho-"

"Not a word."

You were about to object when you realized why he said what he said. Sargent Platt strode into the office, pinning you into place with just her glare. It outmatched Voight's.

You sat silently in your chair.

"Is there a problem sergeant?" Voight asked her.

"You tell me Hank."

You cringed for him. You were quick to realize that he was in deep trouble.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

She mused, "Fine. Let me enlighten you."

"By all means."

She gave you a sideward glance of what looked like approval. "Your detectives are betting on your private life."

You almost asked what private life but stopped yourself relatively quickly by placing your fist to your mouth and coughing into it.

"And? What's the bet?"

"2 weeks for you and Y/LN to get together."

You chocked on your saliva and braced yourself by grabbing a hold of your chair. "Excuse me'"

"Don't play innocent with me. I know all about you two," She told you. "You forgot my husband's firehouse owns that bar."

Molly's?!

"That's not true," You gasped.

"Oh honey… It is," She almost brushed a hand against your shoulder in pity but decided against it. She opted for a blank face instead. "Don't let me down. I have 20 bucks on the bet."

"What'd you bet on?" Hank asked her instead and earned a glare from you.

"Isn't it obvious?" She scoffed before pointing a warning finger to you two. "Whatever you do, don’t let me down."

And with that she strode right out.

"I-I should go." You mumbled, almost inaudibly.

"Stay," You watched him with doe eyes. Hank shrugged, choosing to let go of every prejudice at that moment.

You did stay and left his office.

Eventually.

Upon your exit the whole unit perked their ears. 

Blushing cheeks, mussed hair and clothes in disarray… Adam took notice of all of that. His prior experience in romance made it all the easier for him to catch on to little details like that.

He caught Kevin's eyes, smirked and connected his thumb and forefinger into what looked like the famous "Pay me" gesture. “Easy money.” he said and strode right out to catch you for details.

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