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bbrissonn · 1 year

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𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭? - 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐫 𝐳𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬

summary: in which trevor broke up with you at the end of the season because of his own insecurity, but what happens when he's back in anaheim and he's had a little too much to drink

disclaimer: english is not my first language and this is not proofread so please excuse any errors and if any words are missing add them in your head :) also this is a work of fiction, this doesn’t reflect how these boys act in real life, and it isn’t how i imagine them acting

warnings: slight smut, angst, fluff, swearing (i think), not proofread

pairing: trevor zegras x reader

wc: 4.9k (including lyrics)

a/n: based on the song bad idea right? by olivia rodrigo

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Hey

You’re eyes scanned the bar as you, along with your group of friends, walked into the place. The loud music filling your ears, making you grimace slightly. This was your first time going out since your break up with Trevor at the end of his first full NHL season, back in April. He had made the decisions to end your relationship only hours before going on his last road trip of the season, and when he came back home a couple of days later, all your things were gone.

You hadn’t tried to reach out to him when he left, instead choosing of just leaving and moving back into your parent’s house for the summer. Your friends were with you everyday, not wanting the end of your year long relationship to destroy like your previous breakup did. They understood that you were in the mood to go out every night, or any night at all, so movie nights, walks on the beach, ice cream runs were a daily thing.

Eventually, in early July, you started moving on from him, he hadn’t bothered to reach out to you either, so you had no choice but to do so. Slowly but surely, you started spending more time outside of your house, something your parents were grateful for. Then, you found yourself your own apartment, still close to home, but not too close to where Trevor lived so you wouldn't have to run into him in the store or on the streets.

Now here you were, October only a couple of days away, standing at a bar with a bright smile on your face as your friends talked about all the drama they heard from your high school days, which couple were still together, which ones weren’t, some of them were now married with kids, something that shocked you a bit since you were only 21, but if that’s what they wanted, good on them, you thought.

Haven’t heard from you in a couple of months

But I’m out right now and I’m all fucked up

And you’re callin’ my phone and you’re all alone

And I’m sensing some undertone

And I’m right here with all my friends

But you’re sending me your new address

And I know we’re done, I know we’re through

But, God, when I look at you

As the morning hours approached, it was safe to say you were completely drunk, somehow this casual night out, had turned into you guys celebrating going into your last year of college, meaning way more drinks were bought than expected.

You were all sitting in a booth, laughs echoing, when you felt your phone buzz in the pocket of your jeans shorts. You struggled a bit, but eventually, you got your phone out, squinting your eyes to see who was calling you.

❌trevor❌

You let out a sigh watching your phone ring until his contact disappeared, and then voicemail notification popped up. You knew you couldn’t do this to yourself, you shouldn’t, but you wanted to. So, you excused yourself, claiming you needed to use the bathroom, of course some of your friends suggested they came with you, not wanting you to be alone. But you assured them you’d be fine.

“Hey, it’s me. I… Uh, it’s been a while.” His voice echoed through the speaker of your phone, making you bit your lips as you heard his voice for the first time since you two broke up. “I hope you’re doing good, I really do.” He continued, his voice shaky a bit. Before he said anything else, you heard him sip on a drink and let out a sigh. “I don’t know if you’re busy or whatnot, maybe you’re having a night with your parents or something.” He added, sipping once again on his drink, and now you could tell he was a bit tipsy by the way his words were slurred a bit. “But I was wondering if you’d wanna meet up? Talk a bit about what happened. I’ll text you my new place, come if you want.”

And then it went silent, but he hadn’t hung-up, after about ten seconds of silence, you decided to hang up, telling yourself he was probably done and just miss clicked the red button on his phone. You stayed in the bathroom stall for a bit, wondering what you should do. You wanted nothing more than to see him, talk to him, get some closure about why he ended your relationship, but you didn’t want to get even more heartbroken than you already were.

When you made it back to the booth, you knew what you were going to do. Was it a smart decision? No, absolutely not. But did it seem like a good one to your drunk self? Yes, absolutely.

My brain goes, “Ah”

Can’t hear my thoughts (I cannot hear my thoughts)

Like blah-blah-blah (Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah)

Should probably not

I should probably, probably not

As you announced your departure to your friends, a lot of them suggested to go with you, make sure you stay safe, but you convince them you’d be fine, only having a couple of minutes to walk and promising them you’d call them if anything happened.

As you started your adventure towards your desired place, your brain started to come to it’s sense. This was horrible idea, but you didn’t care. You craved to hear him, see him, smell his cologne that you adored so much, you need him. So, you just ignored what your head was telling you, choosing instead to follow your heart and what it wanted.

Seeing you tonight

It’s a bad idea right?

Seeing you tonight

It’s a bad idea right?

Seeing you tonight

It’s a bad idea right?

Seeing you tonight

Fuck it, it’s fine

As you got closer and closer, the anxiety of seeing him again started to settle in. What if he decided you took too long and left? What if he had another girl over and asked you to come just to rub it in your face? No, he wouldn’t that. Trevor could be an asshole on the ice sometimes, and to other guys in the bar if he saw them let their eyes linger on your body a little too long for his liking, but he wouldn’t do anything like that.

That’d be such a dick move from him, plus, you were still in contact with Jamie, and from what you understood through the boy’s weird texts, Trevor hadn’t seen any other girl yet. So, truly, what was the worst that could happen, right?

Yes, I know that he’s my ex

But can’t two people reconnect?

I only see him as a friend

The biggest lie I ever said

Oh, yes, I know that he’s my ex

But can’t two people reconnect?

I only see him as a friend

I just tripped and fell into his bed

Deciding that at least informing your parents of where you were going, or more like who you were going to see was the least you could do. That way if your friends went over to check on you, they’d call your parents to see if you had gone to their house, they’d know of the horrible decision you had made the previous night.

Your mother wasn’t too fond of your idea, but she had met Trevor, he was a sweetheart, he knew you weren’t in any danger. If anything, she was over the moon that you had decided to finally go see the boy and talk about what had happened.

Trevor had met your parents countless of times during your relationship, your dad being a big hockey fan, even though his favorite team was the Kings and not the Ducks. Every time you’d mention coming to visit them for the day, Trevor coming along with you, they’d almost jump from excitement, happy that their daughter had finally found a good boy for herself. They were a little cautious of him at first, doing their researches online before meeting him and seeing not so good things about him and his reputation of being a playboy, but all that worry quickly washed away when they caught the two of you sitting on the front porch watching the sunset. The window in the living room giving them a perfect view of the two of you, wide smiles on your faces as they saw Trevor looking at their daughter the way your father looked at your mother, pure love in their eyes.

No, your mother was more scared of you walking the streets of Anaheim all alone in the dark, and you understood her. The world wasn’t a safe place, neither during dark or light, especially for young woman your age. The fact that you were drunk didn’t help either, so you decided to stay on the phone with her until you made it safely to Trevor’s place.

Now I’m gettin’ in the car, wreckin’ all my plans

I know I should stop, but I can’t

And I told my friend I was asleep

But I never said where (in his sheets)

And I pull up to your place on the second floor

And you’re standing, smiling at the door

And I’m sure I’ve seen much hotter men

But I really can’t remember when

Your hand were shaking slightly as you knocked on his door, making sure not to make too much noise to wake up his neighbors, but enough so he could hear you. You heard movement behind the door, along with the sound of the TV getting paused.

Then, the next thing you knew, Trevor was standing in front of you, a beer bottle in hand. A wide grin appeared on his face as your eyes meet for the first time in months. He had gotten a haircut, thankfully, the last time you saw him, his hair kept covering his eyes and he was always complaining about it, but refused to get it cut anywhere other than his hairdresser back home.

Suddenly, all the emotions you had been holding for the past couple of months rose within you. All the anger, hurt and love you felt towards him were all present inside you, making you extremely confused as to how you felt.

“You came.” He stated, his eyes growing wide as he realized what was going on, you were here.

“I did.” You confirmed, more to yourself than to him. Suddenly, you regretted coming here, but at the same time, you were so grateful to see him. Almost as if seeing him just confirmed that you’re relationship truly happened, that it was real and wasn’t just something you made up in your sleep, that he was real.

“Come in.” He said, opening up his door completely for you to walk in. There was still a couple of boxes in the corner of his living room, and there was barely any furniture, meaning he hadn’t been back for a while.

As the two of you walked into his living room, it was the first time you truly saw him. The lights in the hallway were dimed down considering the time, and all the lights in his kitchen and entry way were turned off. His skin was tanned, his muscles were more defined than they were back in spring, but one of the first thing you had noticed was his arm, more specifically his left one. It was now home to not one, but two tattoos.

You knew he was planning on getting some soon, it was something he talked about a lot during your relationship, but he never figured out what to get.

“A spider? Seriously?” You laughed as the two of you sat down on his couch. He gave you a weird look before realizing you were looking at his tattoos.

“Spiderman.” He answered with shrug, making you roll your eyes with a smile before letting your eyes drift over to the TV. Your heart dropped slightly as you realized what he was watching, Shameless, your favourite show. He had never watched it before the two of you started dating, and you quickly made sure to make him watch all the episodes, gasping when he informed you he’d never seen it before. You were about to mention it to him, but the screen went black before any words could leave your mouth.

“So, how you been?” He asked, his words a little slurred. You looked over at him, only to see he was already looking at you with a way too familiar look. A look he always had on his face when he’d be talking to you, or at any moment really, one that was reserved just for you and no one else. Only making you wonder even more why he had ended things between the two of you.

My brain goes, “Ah”

Can’t hear my thoughts (I cannot hear my thoughts)

Like blah-blah-blah (Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah)

Should probably not

I should probably, probably not

“Seriously? You break up with me for no reason, then five months later you call me, drunk, asking me to come over to talk, and all you have you say is ‘how you been’?” You asked, the anger in you taking control. Trevor looked down at his lap at your words. He knew calling you was a bad idea, he didn’t even know why he decided to do it in the first place. Sure, he had been thinking about it ever since he walked out the door in April, apologize to you a million times and do anything you’d want him to if he meant he could be yours again, but he knew he couldn’t. He couldn’t break your heart even more than he already did.

“Listen, Bug, what I did, what I said, it was the worst mistake of my life.” He started, the nickname he had given slipping past his lips. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened and I was so stupid to end it. And, I know I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life and during our relationship, but being your boyfriend was never one. I am so in love with you―”

“Then why’d you end it, Trevor?” You cut him off, your voice stern as you avoided his gaze, scared that tears would start to form in your eyes if you looked over at him.

“Because you deserve better than me. You’re the most perfect person I’ve ever met, and I know that you don’t think you are, but to me you are. You’re kind to everyone, you’re smart, you care about everyone even if they’ve done bad things, you’re perfect. And I am… am just me. I fuck up everything good that happens in my life, I hurt people without even realizing it, I am not a good person, Y/N/N. You deserve better than me.” He confessed, his voice low, almost scared that you’d hear him. After he was done, he chugged the rest of his beer before adding one more thing. “I am not good enough for you.”

“Says who?”

“Everyone. Every time you’d meet someone I know, they’d always say they didn’t understand what someone like you saw in me, like I wasn’t good enough to be your boyfriend. All my family and friends, they all love you, but they don’t understand why you’re with me, and honestly, I don’t either.” He admitted, the tone and volume in his voice not changing. You knew Trevor was a bit insecure about himself, scared that he was too high energized that people wouldn’t want to be around him, but you never knew it was this deep.

“Why didn’t you just tell me, Trev?” You asked him, your voice shaky a bit. You start to wonder how long he had been feeling this way, suddenly feeling guilty for not noticing it. The boy next to you scoffed a bit before answering as he opened another beer.

“I didn’t want to burden you with my stupid problems.”

“Trevor… you could never burden me. I care about you, so much―”

“You care about everyone.”

“Yeah, maybe I do, but I don’t care about them the way I care about you, Trevor. You’ve made me feel the best I ever have in years, you’ve helped me over come so many challenges in the last year, you’ve been there for me through everything. The way I care about you, Trev, I can’t even explain it. And I am so, so sorry I didn’t realized that something was wrong and hearing you talk about it makes me feel guilty that when you needed someone to help you, I wasn’t there.”

“You couldn’t of had known―”

“But I should’ve. I should’ve realized, Trev, and I am sorry I didn’t. You were there for me every time I was hurting, and when you were, I wasn’t.”

Seeing you tonight

It’s a bad idea right?

Seeing you tonight

It’s a bad idea right?

Seeing you tonight

It’s a bad idea right?

Seeing you tonight

Fuck it, it’s fine

Then, the next thing you knew, his lips were on yours, one of his hand cupping your cheek as your eyes grew wide. After a couple of seconds, the boy pulled back, his eyes focused on yours, and you waisted no time pulling him back in for another one.

Minutes later, your tongue met his in the middle, a small gasp leaving his mouth as you bit down on his lip. His other hand was now resting on your waist, holding you close, as one of your hand was holding onto the collar of his shirt tightly while the other was holding onto his neck. Then, both of his hands started making their way down to your thighs, softly rubbing them before picking you up and placing you on his lap, your lips never leaving each other’s.

Soon, his hands made their way back up your body, slipping under the shirt you were wearing, pulling you closer to him. Your mouths separated for split second and you took the opportunity to lift his shirt over his head, wasting no time to attack his necks with small kisses and love bites.

Groans slipped past Trevor’s mouth every time you bit down on the skin under his ear, and even more when you started moving your core over his. Your shit was next, joining his on the floor behind the couch, and this time he was the one to attack your chest. Your hips accelerating every time his mouth got closer and closer to your breasts and soon your bra joined the small pile of clothes.

“Trev!” You moaned as his lips attached around one of your nipples, pulling the hairs on the back of his neck as he did so, a loud groan echoing through his living room. Eventually, his lips left your body, your foreheads now leaning against the other’s, mouths inches apart, as you both grinded on each other, moans leaving both of your mouths. Then, you uttered the three words he had been dying to hear in since April.

“I need you.”

Yes, I know that he’s my ex

But can’t two people reconnect?

I only see him as a friend

The biggest lie I ever said

Oh, yes, I know that he’s my ex

But can’t two people reconnect?

I only see him as a friend

I just tripped and fell into his bed

A grunt left your mouth as your back hit his mattress, his body soon leaning over yours as your lips attached, his hips meeting yours as you whined. You wanted nothing more in that moment than for his pants and underwear to disappear, as well as yours.

“So inpatient.” He mumbled as your lips parted, a smirk plastered on his face.

“Trev.” You whined, your hips leaving the comfort of the mattress to meet his, his smirk only growing even more. The forward waisted no time baring the both of your of your bottoms, creating a new pile of clothes, now in his bedroom instead of the living room.

As the morning hours rolled in, the two of you gave your everything to the other, your bodies, your wants, your heart. It was like you were back to last year, one of the happiest times of your life, spending each second that you could with the love of your life.

It was like April never happened, you had been stuck in time in March, the familiar sent of his cologne filling your nose as you feel asleep in his arms, your head tucked into his chest as his arms wrapped around your figure protectively, scared that you’d disappear and he’d lose all over again. In that moment, you felt true happiness in months, all the heartbreak and tears the boy had caused being forgotten by your undying love for him.

He was yours again, well at least for the night, but you didn’t want it to be just for tonight. You wanted him to be yours forever and always, you didn’t want to go back to how you were mere hours before, heartbroken and hung-up on the boy of your dreams. You had him right there, in your arms, and you weren’t ready to let go, not again. You lost him once, and you weren’t about to lose him twice.

At that moment, you decided that whatever happened when the two of you woke up, no matter how hard Trevor tried, or didn’t, to tell you to just forget it even happened, that it’d be best if the two of you didn’t see each other again, you weren’t gonna let him slip out of your grip without a fight like last time. You didn’t care if it took him days, or weeks to understand that there’s not other man you’d rather be with, having already decided that if you couldn’t have him, you were the spend the rest of your life alone. But, you needed him to understand that he was perfect for you, and that he was all you ever wanted.

Maybe he’ll never be yours again, but you’ll always be his.

Oh, yes, I know that he’s my ex

Can’t two people reconnect?

My brain goes, “Ah”

Can’t hear my thoughts

“Morning!” The Zegras boy exclaimed as you walked into his living room the next morning, well almost afternoon. All he was wearing was a plain pair of grey sweatpants, his boxer peaking over his waistband slightly. You had allowed yourself to dig through his closet, finding the pair of sweatpants and hoodie that were yours for most of the relationship before leaving his bedroom.

“Hi.” You whispered as you sat down on his couch. The boy sent you a small smile before throwing one of his arm on the back of the couch, something he always did.

“I just ordered breakfast, got you the same always.”

“Thank you.” You responded, and then a silence settled between the two of you as a news channel played on the TV. “How’s your head?”

“Huh?”

“You… you looked like you drank a lot last night.” You mumbled, keeping your eyes focused on the TV as you felt his looking at you.

“‘M fine. Had a little headache when I woke up, but I took an advil.” He answered, his eyes still looking at you as you nodded. “This is the part where you tell me we need to talk, isn’t it?” He added after a couple of seconds, another nod coming from you. He had a feeling about what you were about to say, and it wasn’t something he wanted to hear.

He had spent the whole morning prepping himself mentally to not break down if the words “mistake” and “forgot” left your mouth, telling himself he couldn’t just believe you’d come back after how he ended things previously. One of his solutions was avoiding eye contact, so he looked at the same place as you did, straight ahead.

“I get, I get that opening up and talking about things like insecurities is hard, Trev. It’s scary, you think people will judge you or making fun of you, of use it against you, trust me I know how it feels, but when you’re in a relationship with someone, that’s the kind of you stuff you can’t just hid from them. Especially if it makes you want to break up with them. That’s what I am here for, I am a safe space, Trev, nothing you tell me about how you feel or how you think will ever make me see you differently.

I love everything about you, Trevor, every little flaws about you just make me love you even more than I already do. To me, you’re perfect, Trevor. Everything about you is perfect to me, you’re everything I’ve ever wanted, you’re the one for me, I know you are. And I get that hearing people say that you’re not good enough for me can be hard, but trust me when I saw, you’re perfect for me.” You stated.

His heart dropped as your words filled his ears, in a good way of course. You remembered, even though you were drunk, you still remembered his confession from the previous night. Just as he was about to say something, the doorbell rang and he quick to push himself off the couch, but before he could take a step, your hand gripped his. His head turned to look at you, only when his gaze met yours, tears were pooling in your eyes.

“Don’t runaway again, Trev, please.” You begged, your voice shaky and broken. You knew him, if he walked away right now, your conversation would never continue, he’d come back in the living room and pretend that it never happened, he’d runaway from it instead of facing it, just like he did last time. He hesitated for a bit, your eyes staying locked together, before he nodded slightly and sat back down.

“It hurts. When people say all those things about me not being good enough for you, or that you could do so much better than me. I hate it.” He admitted, his eyes looking down at the floor, your hand still gripping his as you moved closer.

“Trev, look at me.” You said, and when his head didn’t move, you grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at you. His eyes were watering as he blinked repeatedly, trying to hold his tears in. “I don’t care what people say about us, you’re way more than enough for me, and yeah, maybe I could do better, but I don’t want better, I want you.”

“Maybe you could do better?” He questioned, a little confused as to why you would chose to say that to him.

“Someone that doesn’t have only three functioning brain cells.” You joked, making the boy laugh a little.

“You love it.”

“I do. I really do, Trevor. Everything about, all your flaws and everything, I love.” You spoke, your voice soft and low. Your hand that previously grabbed his chin now cupping his cheek, a soft smile appearing on his face.

“I am sorry.” He said as a tear fell from his eyes, which you were quick to wipe away before wrapping both your arms around his neck, his going around your waist as you held each other close.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, love.” You whispered in his ear, only making his smile grow wider. In that moment, he realized that no matter issue he was dealing with, either from hockey or his personal life, you’d always be there for him, just like he always wanted to be there for you.

“Girlfriend?” He asked, making you pull your head away from his neck, but keeping your arms around him.

“Boyfriend.” You confirmed with a wide smile on your face, an identical ones plastered on Trevor’s face before the two of you leaned in and your lips locked together. Unlike all your kissed from the previous night, this one was slow and full of love. It wasn’t a quick, rushed and hungry one, no, it was one that only true lovers shared.

Thoughts

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Thoughts

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To say your mom was excited when you told her the news that you and Trevor were back together would be an understatement. A loud squeal came from the speaker of your phone, making you pull your phone away from your ear quickly as Trevor sent you a weird look. Before you even had time to say anything else to her, she hung out, claiming she had to go tell the good news to your father.

As for your friends, they were a little iffy about the situation, scared that the boy would break your heart once again, but eventually, they came around, realizing how in love the two of you were.

Trevor no longer ran away from his insecurities, now confronting them and talking about them with you, something you were extremely grateful for. All of his friends were over the moon when they heard that you were back together, tired of always hearing the Zegras boy mop over you.

As for you, you were the happiest you had ever been, everyday Trevor made sure to tell and show how much he loves and appreciates you, spoiling you with hugs and kisses.

Your life was perfect again.

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the-soliloquies-of-sadists · 1 year

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#368

“Where are you off to?... The mall? Well, your friends will need to wait. We have something to talk about.

“I have looked after your step-dad, my brother, for his entire life, and I have gotten to know your ma just these past few years. I trust Doyle with my life. So when he and your ma ask a favor to have you live with me while they work out their problems, I can’t say no. I told them that I don’t expect any problems from you. And they assured me that you are a good boy and that you would follow my rules. Well, after a long twelve-hour day at the job site, I want to relax with a Scotch Whisky and a nice Macanudo cigar. Well, imagine my surprise that the bottle of Johnnie Walker, that I opened earlier this week, is well over half gone. I know how much I drink; that bottle would last me a month and a half at least. Care to explain?...

“Well Vinny, don’t ever insult my intelligence again. That is a battle you will never win. You drank my Scotch. Now you have to deal with the consequences.

“C’mere!... I said ‘Come here!’ Lay your sorry ass across my lap; you’re getting a good old fashioned ass whooping.

“…I don’t give a shit that you turned 18 only a few months ago. You ain’t too old to be put in your place…. Don’t you dare head to the door….

“…I told you not to underestimate me. Hold still. I was a state champion wrestler in High School. I was also a cop before my heart problems. I know how to take down a bitch like you. Quit squirming. Let’s get these sweatpants off you…. Going commando, hunh?

“…What? Don’t have something stupid to say? It’s time for you to pay for your fuck up. This is a nice ass. So smooth and pale pink. Too bad I have to welt it up.

“That’s one. One of twenty… on each cheek. Two… Three… Now this cheek. Fuck yeah. My hand is going to be sore for a while, but I don’t care. Six. Seven. You are starting to go red here. Boy you got a hot ass! Ha! Literally it’s very warm.

“Your crack needs some color…. What the fuck? You are wet in your crack. It doesn't stink. Fuck! This is lube! What the fuck?...

“Ha! You were going commando to the mall in sweatpants and your ass is lubed up? No, you have something lined up to get fucked. Ha! Ha!

“And I bet… Don’t try to fight me on this, you have enough lube here for me to easily glide in my finger… like this. Oooh, there’s your prostate.... I can tell you are cleaned out.

“So, let’s start this conversation over. Stand up…. I thought that’s what I felt. Your pecker is hard from you being spanked. Ha! I love it. Look I am totally fine with you being a sperm burper. Fuck, get laid whenever you want. So want to tell me where you were really going?

“Have a hook up? That’s nice. Is it from one of those apps?... Let me see his profile…. Give me your phone…. Which app was it?... Let me see. This him?... So you like 43-year-olds? That’s cool. I’m a little bit older than that.

“Oh, your chat with him is interesting. Very interesting…. So you like sucking on ‘Daddy’s toes?’ This is fucking great…. Quit protesting. I do love it… all of it. I love that you are rock hard.

“I’m gonna let you in on a little secret. I am rock hard too. Yeah, I’ve played with boys before.

“Here let me take it out for you. Boy you got me leaking. Grab a hold of it. It’s a sizeable piece hunh?... I see you licking your lips.

“Shut up…. One moment…. There! I just sent him a message saying that you are going to be twenty to thirty minutes late because your uncle needs some help unloading some things.

“On the bed…. I don’t give a shit. You got me hard; you are going to take care of it. I want that red ass of yours. Atta boy.

“Spread your legs as far as you can. Just lay there. I prefer when my holes don’t move around. And if you can, don’t moan. Just be the hole you are destined to be.

“Fuck! It is like silk in here. I am going to enjoy using this hole daily…. I said don’t say anything. You live in my house with a hole I can fuck, you better believe I’m going to beat and breed this hole. You got that? Beat and breed. Beat and breed. I hope your mouth is as good as this pussy hole of yours. If not, I’ll train ya right.

“Oh man, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna flood your guts. Here it cums. Here it fucking cums. Get ready boy. Uhhh! Fuuuuuck! Hell yeah! Fuck! Goddamn! Fuck!

“Goddamn! I love your ass. Clamp down as I pull out. Fuck yeah. I can tell this isn’t your first fuck…. Don’t worry, I won’t tell your ma or my brother. They don’t need to know.

“Get up. Clean me off…. What? Look at my cock. It needs to be cleaned up. Get your mouth on my dick now. Don’t question me on this…. Atta boy. You are going to learn that living here requires you to follow my rules. Rule one, you are getting beat then seeded when I want. Rule two, you clean me up after yourself. My cock rules this house and those in it.

“Ok. Get dressed. No, you cannot use the bathroom. You are going to your hook up with a messed up ass, loaded up good. If he should ask, tell him your uncle unloaded a week’s worth of baby batter in your pussy.

“Now go. I want to hear details when you get back. Oh and Vinny, in the future, if you want some Scotch, just ask. Considering I’m going to beat your ass one way or the other, you kinda earned it. Now go.

“And take care of my babies.”

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starstruckwillows · 1 year

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1725 — regulus black ♡

requested by anon<3

regulus black x fem!reader, platonic!marauders, hurt/comfort, fluff, brief panic attack, swearing, non descript mention of feeling ill

you’re best friends with the marauders, but you like regulus

the marauders were used to your sunny disposition and easy smiles, greeting them in the corridors with side hugs before tearing off wherever you needed to be. taking random photos and losing them three days later.

you were a bit of blur like that.

but recently they’d noticed you pulling away. and it wasn’t just them. there were bags frequenting the areas beneath your eyes, less pep in your step, that sort of thing. the usual signs of stress.

it was beginning to worry your friends.

“hey, are you co-” james tried, but you smiled weakly and were off down the corridor at record speed.

remus approached you with a copy of the daily prophet, not looking up at you as he did so, “have you seen th-”

you’d slipped away.

flitwick sat you next to peter in charms, upon the gryffindor boy’s request. a plea of personal concern. apparently the teacher’s had noticed your sudden swing as well. but you were out the class and feigning a headache in the sick room moments later.

well, not feigning. the lack of sleep was pounding inside your head recently.

you weren’t sure why this was impacting you so greatly. it was a... crush. it was a few torrid, heart pounding moments. a couple of emotional conversations. some hands brushing. one hug.

and it was wrong, so you weren’t going to act on it. you couldn’t.

but it was weighing you down.

“what’s going on?” you’d been so absorbed in your own thoughts, and the rising bile in your throat as a product of your over thinking, you hadn’t noticed sirius corner you.

you coughed, “we’re in a library, sirius, keep your voice down.”

there was a raw quality to your voice, a consequence of crying. he noticed it immediately.

“please talk to me.”

trying not to choke, “i can’t.”

he froze, “why? seriously, what’s going on? you’re scaring me.”

the panic was starting to take hold of you again. the dust on the shelves was settling in your lungs, constricting them painfully.

the eldest black brother was no stranger to these attacks. the icy, burning grips of them. he sat you down, and you tried to ignore the grime on the floor.

“this is worrying us all now, love. you can talk to me, you always can.”

despite your calmer state, you were adamant, “i can’t. it’s fine. i’ll... stop. i just need space.”

“you need sleep. like, yesterday. but this is clearly bothering you, so will you please just out with it.”

you shook your head, stomach churning, “i feel awful. i can’t.”

sirius stopped pushing. a little hurt that you acted like you couldn’t trust him, which is why he later went to find you again. he never was one for letting things be.

he found you at the astronomy tower, in an apparent argument with someone. you sounded in enough distress that he stuck around.

“i’m sorry. it’s too complicated, our lives are just incompatibile. we can’t see each other anymore.” you cried.

a lower voice he almost recognized protested, also sounding thick with tears, “i don’t understand. you said it didn’t matter. we knew it would be hard-”

you cut him off, “what would be hard? we... we aren’t together. i’ve cried myself sick over it already, regulus. this can’t work. sirius would never be okay with it.”

there was a slight pang that you were putting your potential happiness aside because of him, but sirius’ main feeling was anger and it’s source was his younger brother constantly getting involved in his life.

it was that burn of resentment that had him rounding the corner, spiteful words pouring free that he wasn’t completely sure he meant.

“and here i was worried about you, coming to check on you, when all that was wrong was you screwing around with my brother.”

sirius wasn’t cold. he was anger and frustration, an open flame, spitting oil.

you didn’t face him, eyes trained on regulus’ face. pale skin streaked with salty tears, dark eyes clouded, and a slight tremor in his hands. suddenly, maintaining sirius’ expectation wasn’t your main priority. regulus was hurting, because of you.

“please.” his whisper was almost inaudible.

but then you did look at sirius. and he was hurting too. and you’d caused it.

“sorry, i can’t be here.” you muttered, and fled. it was unlike you, someone who always faced their problems head-on, to be so flighty. you’d gone from grabbing the bull by it’s horns to hiding in a bush until it passes.

sirius misplaced the blame for your change on his brother.

“you couldn’t stop at my bedroom? or quidditch? you had to start fucking my friends?”

regulus wasn’t crying anymore, “we’re not like that, we haven’t... it’s none of your business sirius, you can’t tell either of us who we can date.”

sirius scoffed, “i know. but she ended it, so you can stop now.”

“i don’t want to,” regulus protested, “she only ended it because of you. you keep ruining things.”

“i keep ruining things? fuck off.” he left his younger brother up there, fuming.

the next day, you felt everyone was avoiding you. realistically, sirius had only told james, but every eye felt trained and you couldn’t cope.

regulus tried to openly approach you, something that had never happened before, multiple times over the following days. everytime you saw him, you ran, continually contradicting your usual fight or flight response.

this was supposed to be better. a blip to be moved past, then things with your friends could go back to normal. but regulus, your regulus, wasn’t a ‘blip’. you couldn’t attempt to think of him in such a callous way.

james found you in a detention you’d received for skipping class, and he’d received for a variety of recent pranks. neither of you could leave.

a part of you expected him to cold-shoulder you, but you knew really he would never.

“hey, how are you?” he askd, with a sincere smile you’d missed greatly.

you couldn’t find it in yourself to reciprocate that as you quietly answered, “alright. you?”

james shrugged, “i’m great, but i don’t think you are.”

“maybe not.” you trod lightly. james and sirius were more brothers than regulus and sirius were, and you imagined sirius was still furious with you.

his face twisted briefly, like he was having an internal fight, before saying, “you shouldn’t end your thing with regulus just because of sirius.”

whatever you were expecting him to tell you, it wasn’t that. you shrugged, “not just because of sirius. it wouldn’t have worked anyway.”

“why?” you weren’t prepared for james’ questioning. it wasn’t pressing, it sounded genuinely casual.

you shrugged, “he’s a... y’know, bad guy.”

“who told you that? sirius?”

yeah, you wanted to say, and he’s biased.

but you didn’t. again, you shrugged.

james paused once more before blurting, “he feels bad. sirius, i mean, for getting involved and shouting at you, and... i don’t know. no matter how he feels about his brother, he loves you, and he didn’t mean to make you cry. inadvertently or not. plus, remus laid into him pretty hard.”

you kicked back in your chair, teetering over the edge. you weren’t so sad as lost. the gum in your mouth had long abandoned flavour as you considered. talking to james, you felt more like yourself than you had in weeks.

“i miss them. but i can’t have both. y’know what sirius says, bros over hoes.” the jest was an attempt to lighten the mood, and while it worked because james was as easily humoured as ever, he didn’t let you dismiss it all so easily.

he stood in front of your desk, tipping your chair forward so you didn’t fall and crack your head, and planted his hands on your desk, “you don’t owe this to either of them. they’ll get over it, don’t tell sirius i said that, and you deserve to be happy. put yourself first for once.”

“hypocrite,” you mumbled, but you were swayed. james was good at that.

“i’ll sort flitwick. go find regulus.”

so you did. and it took some tears, a lot of explaining, and the clear planning of boundaries, but you did. you found each other.

it wasn’t long after you sought out sirius, sitting down in front of him and sliding a piece of paper across the desk. he looked up at you confused, “well i’m glad to see you mate, but why the blank bit of paper?”

“1725. treaty of vienna. we’re gonna be peaceful and stuff.”

amusement lit his face, “the peace of vienna was about taking down napoleon. it wasn’t all that peaceful.”

you huffed, “whatever, siri, it was symbolic. i’m sorry. but i’m not going to stop seeing your brother.”

he sighed, twinkle lost and smile dropping slightly, “i know. i know, and i’ll... be fine with it.”

“you’ll talk with him?”

sirius winced, “don’t know. but we’re fine, okay? at least on my end.”

you hugged him suddenly, and while he was taken off guard, he hugged you back with relief.

“i’m... going to find reg now. okay?”

he shot you a somewhat awkward thumbs up, and gave a slightly forced but points for trying, “okay.”

it was night time and the two of you were at the astronomy tower again, as if the last two weeks had never happened. except for some obvious differences, like the two of you curling into each other, hands twisted, eyes roaming the other’s face with no shame.

the violet hues beneath your eyes had disappeared.

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deansapplepie · 1 year

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Till THE DEAD do us part | Chapter 5

A/N: This story will take place in all the seasons, but it’s not exactly a rewriting cause I’d have to re-watch everything to use the exactly lines of the characters, also I think it’s better if I tell a side story without changing the main facts of the story.

This story has a Female Reader, but I don’t describe her appearance, so anyone can identify with her.

Chapter 4 Chapter 6

Chapter 5: We’re all gonna die

Summary: The group needs to leave the CDC in a hurry, they find a place to stay the night and head to Fort Benning in the other day. But if Y/N knew something is that if it was bad, it could become worse.

Warnings: swearing, little angsty, fluffy, nightmares, violence, mentions of death, mentions of a possible rapist (coughshanecough), a child get lost, blood (?), pinkies. Minors do not interact.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Grimes!Reader (Rick’s Sister)

Word Count: 4,016

Extra notes: I proofread the text, but English is not my first language, so feel free to correct any mistakes, of course with love. I’m consulting a timeline of everything that happened, but it can happen that I put events out of order, but I don’t think it’ll make much difference in the story. ALSO, I’m praying my Daryl isn’t too out of character.

You woke up with Luna scratching the door, probably someone was already up and she wanted to leave, see the person and play around. You got up and told her to wait. You went to the bathroom, brushed your teeth, washed your face and brushed your hair… it was kind of still humid when you went to sleep, so at the moment you could just say it was a mess. You changed your sleeping clothes into your ‘daily life I need to run if shit happens’ clothes and finally opened the door so Luna could leave. She went straight to Glenn and T.Dog that were talking in the corridor, Gleen looked awful.

“Good morning boys!” You said while approaching them.

“I’m never. NEVER. Drinking again.” Glenn stated, face contorted and hand on his stomach.

“That’s what we all say. You’ll drink again eventually and be hangover too. But with the time you get better at it.” T.Dog tried encouraging.

“I’m serious, I’m not putting alcohol in my mouth again.”

“Poor baby, I feel sorry for you. But well, world is ending and now you can at least say that you already got drunk and hangover once.” You hugged him sideways. At the same time it was bad to see the younger man in this situation, it was also a little bit funny to see him having this experience.

You let both of them go to the kitchen to have breakfast, you wanted to have breakfast too, but before you wanted to say hello to your family and seek some hugs. You liked hugs, specially in the morning. When you were little you would hug all your family in the morning, or at least the ones you had close so you could hug. At Uni, it would be your friends or your boyfriend that at the time thought you were too clingy, and when you received Luna as a gift, and were living alone, she would be the ‘person’ you would be hugging every morning. You also liked hugs during the day, but in this world you didn’t have time for this, and also you knew that most of people didn’t like to be hugged all the time.

When you was on your way to your family’s room, you encountered Lori. She looked terrible, and she didn’t drink that much. She saw you and tried to put a smile in her face. You just went to her and gave her a hug, this hug would be because of your necessity to hug people, but in the moment you knew she was the one that needed that hug.

“What happened? No offense, but you look like shit and I know you didn’t drink that much.” You asked leaving the embrace but still close and caressing her shoulders. “Did Rick and you have a fight? Do you want me to kick his ass?”

“He… he didn’t do anything. We’re fine. I’m fine. Don’t worry.” But you couldn’t not worry when your sister in law looked like she had been crying all night long. Would it be possible that Shane didn’t listen to your advice? You knew Lori was trying to distance from him, even if in the wrong way and even if the best thing to do in the moment was for both of them to sit and have a talk with Rick. But you knew she was trying.

“Of course I worry. We’re sisters. If it was Shane…” Before you said what you wanted to say Carl left the room and you had to stop talking. “Good morning little man!” You said and soon embraced him.

“Good morning Aunt Y/N, did you sleep well?” He asked after your embrace.

“Yeah, and you?”

“Me too, It was so good to sleep on a good place after so long.” Even the kids knew how to appreciate the comfort you all lose.

Rick apparently was knocked out, you didn’t blame him… he was the one that drank the most. Lori was going to wake him up, so you decided to go have your breakfast, siblings morning hug could wait. You took Carl with you, followed by Luna that would smell everything along the way. When you were close to the kitchen she ran lefting both of you behind.

“I think Luna can already smell the breakfast.” Carl commented, you laughed that was pobrably true.

When you arrived to the kitchen you discovered the true reason that she ran. Him. Daryl Dixon. And probably he was the reason why she started to scratch the door to go out making you wake up. ‘Are you in love with him Luna?’ You thought, because seamed that even your dog had a crush on the man. Talking about him, you hoped it would not be weird between you two today, because you would hate yourself for it. But he made a pinky promise, right? And he was not happy about making it, so he’s probably going to comply with it.

“Morning everyone!” You said once you were in the kitchen. Glenn had his face on the table hid by his arms and mumbled something incomprehensible, Sophia answered back, as did Carol.

“Mornin’” Daryl replied from where he was being overwhelmed by Luna’s love.

“I think that’s it, I’m gonna give her to you. It’s clear now that she likes you better.” You declared, he just mumbled something face getting tinted in red at your sight remembering the last night.

“You can’t give the gifts you receive to others, Y/N/N.” Shane complained playfully entering the room. Luna was a gift from him and Rick, like many other things you had. He came to you and hugged you, giving a kiss on the top of your head. “Good morning.”

“Morning…” you replied appreciating the hug. Now that you were on good therms again both of you felt comfortable about it. “But look at her Shane, she obviously doesn’t like me anymore.”

“Don’t be dramatic.” He said pulling away from the hug. You looked at him and saw a bruise on his face and neck, like someone scratched him pretty bad. ‘Shane… what kind of stupid shit did you do?’, you thought to yourself.

“What is this?” You asked pointing at him.

“Er… I think I scratched myself while sleeping, I woke up and was like this.” He gave the excuse, you didn’t believe, but you would not make a scene right now.

You sat on the table and ate your breakfast in silence, thinking about everything and trying to put the pieces together and you were not liking the path your thoughts were going, because the pieces you put together told you Shane was a rapist and you could not conceive the fact that maybe he tried to force Lori to something. You got chills at the thought, but was soon distracted when your brother entered the room.

“You look like shit.” You blurted your thoughts without thinking much.

“Good morning for you too, wanna know something? It feels like shit too.” He came to you and you hugged his waist not worrying about getting up from your chair.

During the breakfast Dale questioned Jenner about the things you needed to know, he was not wrong you really were there for answers. Jenner took you to the control room and asked the virtual assistant to play for you one of their experiments and you could see a person dying and reanimating afterwards. At the same time it was shocking, it was very impressive to see the human brain functioning.

In a short time you also discovered that your time in the CDC was getting short, you were going to get short on air, electricity and the whole building would go on flames. Like, how could he let this out and tell nobody the day before? You ran to take all your things from the rooms and get out of there as fast as possible, but the doors were closed and chaos was everywhere, some tried to break the doors, others tried to convince Jenner to open the goddamn door. And Jenner revealed to everybody that Rick thought it was a question of time for all of you to be dead.

“And he didn’t lie smart pants, we’re probably all gonna die soon or later, but we don’t wanna die right now so open the fucking door” you had already lost your patience and were considering if beating his ass wasn’t a so bad alternative.

You don’t know exactly how, but Rick convinced Jenner to open the door. The son of a bitch could open the door all this time! Jacqui decided to stay and there wasn’t much you could do about it. You tried to convince her, but nothing worked. Andrea also decided to stay and Dale stayed to try convincing her, you were not going to wait and see the results. You grabed your things and Luna’s harness and ran as fast as you could to the exit.

When you got to the exit you couldn’t leave using the door, the only way was a big glass in the building that apparently was bulletproof cause it was very resistant. To your lucky Carol had found a granade in Rick’s clothes while washing it and you couldn’t be more grateful about it. All of you shielded behind some stairs, Daryl “hugged” you kind of shielding you and Luna from anything and the granade exploded breaking the glass. As soon as the glass was broken Rick commanded everyone to go and leave. You saw all the glass on the floor and you couldn’t possible let Luna step on them. You tried to carry her with much difficulty, she was a big dog, even for a female. Daryl was almost jumping outside when he turned and saw you struggling to carry the dog.

“Come on! Hurry up!” He said a little pissed, a little nervous and a little angry too.

“I’m going I can’t let her step in the glass!” You stated. He grunted and came to you taking Luna from you, he carried her fast and easily to the “exit” what helped you being faster too.

“After all this shit, you better fucking obey me.” He said to the german shepherd putting her on the ground, taking your pulse and running to the cars.

As soon as you got to the car he opened the door, You entered it and next thing you knew he was telling you to get down, his body pressed on yours and an enormous explosion was heard.

His face was hidden on your neck, you could feel his warm breath and you couldn’t help but remember from the last night. You were feeling like a teenager full of hormones again. After some moment he raised his face and looked at you.

“Are ya alright?” He asked looking at your face. “Sorry if I crushed ya.”

“I’m fine. It’s okay, thanks for the help.” You answered, before you could do anything Luna, that was on the truck’s floor, licked Daryl’s face with no warning.

“Not my mouth Luna!” He complained, you couldn’t resist but laugh.

“I think we can get up D.” You said still laying in the car seat with him on top of you.

“Er… yeah, sure. It’s true.” He got up, opened the car door so you two could organize things to leave and for a moment you contemplated all the destruction that explosion caused.

Soon Dale and Andrea could be seen and you were glad that they could make it in time. First thing you decided to leave the place, you could decide were to go after it. You stopped at the Vatos’ place, you didn’t know this place, but it looks like Glenn, Daryl, T.Dog and Rick ran through it last time they were in Atlanta.

When you entered the place it was clearly abandoned, but soon you discovered dead bodies, some where shoot and others stabbed. You don’t know how Andrea could think hey were dead by walkers, it made no sense. That was cruel. All those elderly people executed.

“They were good people.” Rick sadly told you. “They tried to appear tough so other would not harm them… It looks like it didn’t last for a long time.”

He told you how they cared for these elderly people that were abandoned to die by the ones that took care of them. It was incredibly touching all the history and sad how it ended. Sometimes, you thought if this world were a place for good people.

You needed a place to stay, so you found an empty room so you all could pass the night before heading to Fort Benning. The room would be crowded for all of you, but at least would be sure everyone was safe. Daryl offered to take the first watch, sitting by the window. You chose a spot in the back of the room to put your sleeping bag and take some rest.

Hands. Dead hands. Grabing you. Pulling you. You fought against them, but they were too many. You had no weapons. Nothing. You tried, but you couldn’t fight longer and when you gave up fighting you were bitten, once you felt the stabbing pain, you woke up. Fighting for air. A burning sensation on your chest. Fuck. You hated nightmares, and since the world ended you had plenty of them. You sat and looked around for Luna, she was nowhere close to you and now you could use some cuddle with her.

In the dark room you could see Daryl’s silhouette at the window, and now you had an idea where Luna could be. You got up and approached the archer.

“Go to sleep, I’ll take watch now.” You said sitting by the other side of the window.

“Nah, not happening. My watch’s not over and T.Dog said he was taking next watch.” Anyone else would gladly go to sleep and let you on watch, but ‘Daryl’s fucking stubborn’ you thought.

“I’m not sleeping now, so you could use some sleep.” You stated and focused your attention on the window.

“Was it bad?” He asked and for a second you didn’t understand. “The nightmare.” He knew you had one, even in the dark he could see your sleep was not a peaceful one.

“Yep.” You gave a short answer, funny because most of the time you did all the conversation and Daryl didn’t have to talk much.

“Do ya really think we’re all gonna die?” Yes, you really thought, and that terrified you. You were afraid of dying, but you were absolutely scared of everyone you cared about dying and being left alone. So, you were terrified and also a little selfish for not thinking about how the others would be if you died first.

“Eventually? Yes. We’re out numbered.” You said, you just didn’t know when or how, but the odds were not on your favor. “I-I don’t wanna die.” You confessed, just because you thought everyone was going to die, it didn’t mean you were not afraid of dying. “And I don’t want neither of you to die.”

He could give you any harsh answer. He did got mad back at the CDC when he heard Rick said everyone was going to die and he also get pissed when you said he didn’t lie. But he could see you were frightened. He hated to show weakness, he was taught he couldn’t be weak. You were usually strong, of course you were very emotional like most women, but you were different… you knew how to fight, you’d kill walkers and not be afraid to protect the people you cared. Eventhough the first connection you made you were in a vulnerable moment, he could see your strength. So he could not bring himself to lose his temper with you at this moment. Also the fact that if your conversation got heated you would wake everyone up, helped a little.

“Don’t think about it. We’re gonna survive. We’re gonna fight. I can’t say that we aren’t gonna die, but we’re gonna be a pain in the ass of death, cause she’s gonna have to work her ass to kill us.” You thought this was the time he had most talked in all the time you knew him, it was not typical from him to talk much. “Ya aren’t giving up. Ya aren’t gonna stop fighting. Promise me.”

“Are you really asking me to make a promise?” You asked incredulously, he was so resistant to make a promise to you the day before. You were almost incapable to hold a laugh when you saw his hand in front of you with his pinky raised.

“C’mon, I don’t have the whole night.”

“Ok, I promise. I’m not giving up or gonna stop fighting.” You linked you pinky with his and sealed with your thumbs.

Daryl got up and went to T.Dog, waking him up to take the watch. He came at you and said: “Let’s sleep.”

“I’m not sleeping D.” You tried to say, you couldn’t dare closing your eyes and seeing the horrible scene from your nightmare.

“The watch is mine Y/N/N, you can go to sleep.” T.Dog said taking the place near the window.

“C’mon” Daryl called you again.

You followed him to the spot where you were sleeping previously he dropped his sleeping bag on the side of yours and gestured for you to lay down to sleep. You laid turned to his side, he had his back on the floor and stared at the ceiling, but he could feel your eyes on him.

“Go to sleep.” He whispered turning to you.

“I can’t, I feel that I’m gonna be there again if I close my eyes…” you didn’t need to say much, he knew you were talking about the nightmare.

“Ya’re not there. Ya here. I’m here.” He said and what he did next you didn’t expect. His hand went to yours and he intertwined your pinkies. And you could not help but feel a warm feeling in your heart. “Now, let’s sleep.”

The next morning you woke up with Luna licking all of your face. You tried protecting your face, but she wasn’t going to give up. You sat and didn’t saw Daryl by your side anymore. Everyone was getting ready to leave, so you had to do the same.

When everyone was ready a discussion about having less cars started, it was agreed that it would be better to economize fuel. You’d only remain with Carol’s Cherokee, the RV and Merle’s bike, that was now Daryl’s. You’d be all crushed in the cars, butyou had to make choices.

You were already leaving the room when Daryl stopped you. “I think it’s better if you go with Rick. The bike isn’t very comfortable for 2 during a long trip.” You should have seen it coming, but well… he was kind of right.

“Sure, no problem.” You smiled, he wasn’t wrong but you couldn’t help feeling upset. You liked travelling with him. “I’m sure Luna and me can fit well on the back of the Cherokee.”

Rick made sure to make some space for you in the back of the cherokee and you sat back there while Luna sniffed everything.

“Can I go in the back with you Aunt Y/N?” Carl asked you by time he entered the car.

“Sorry Carl, there’s no room for you AND it’s safer where you are.” You said, there was room and you knew he would play that card, he was a smart kid, so you played the “safe” card before he could come with something smart.

The rest of the car trip was uneventful, that is until you came to a huge block on the road made by several abandoned vehicles. You tried going until the radiator hose of the RV broke. You all got out of the cars and decided to look infor supplies or anything useful. You found some snacks, headache pills and a kitchen knife. Not much to be honest. You thought you’d be more successful looking for fuel and car parts.

You gave up and went to Daryl and T.Dog, to help and learn how to siphon fuel. You could be alone anytime and need it, so it was a useful thing to know. Then you heard Rick telling everyone to hide, a herd was coming. Fuck. Where were you supposed to hide with a fucking gigantic dog and at the same time make the dog quiet?

You brought Luna behind a van that was kind of transversal on the road and had concrete blocking on the other side you sat there on the floor and put the harness around Luna’s mouth hopping it would be enough to make her quiet until the herd passed. Memories of your nightmare came to your mind and you tried to calm yourself and your breathing, that wasn’t a good time to panic. They were passing while you prayed for whatever was out there that they would not see you. You were well hidden but if one of them tripped and fall on you, you were doomed for sure.

As soon as all of them were gone, Daryl came to find you. “Are ya ok?” You got up and nodded, but he knew you were far from ok, you were shaking.

Soon you heard a commotion and ran back to where everyone was. Sophia had run to the woods followed by walkers. Shit. If it could get worse, it would get worse. Carol was despaired and when Rick came back without the little girl she cried even more. Lori and you hugged her trying to reassure that they would find her. “Daryl is the best tracker, he’ll find her.” You said while rubbing her back.

T.Dog had an ugly cut on his arm, you take a first aid kit to clean it and cover. You were a doc after all, an animal doc, but nobody could ask much during the apocalipse, and you knew how to properly disinfect the wound. “Wow, it looks bad. I think you need stiches, but we also don’t have anything to do this. Some antibiotics would do good.” You commented while cleaning the wound and preparing to bandage it.

“It’s gonna be ok, I’m tough. Don’t worry.” He say, but you knew you all should worry and take a look on him from time to time, because if he had fever the chances of it going really wrong were big.

When Daryl and Rick came back without Sophia it was heartbreaking. They said they encountered a walker and they killed and opened it to make sure it didn’t kill or ate Sophia. Just imagining gave you chills. Carol blamed Rick for leaving the girl alone while he was actually trying to save her. You couldn’t blame Carol for her reaction, but you couldn’t blame your brother either. It was not his fault, it wasn’t Sophia’s fault too.

Soon all of you went to sleep with the promise to find Sophia in the morning. You laid with Luna and Carl in the back of the Cherokee and while they slept peacefully you couldn’t dare to allow yourself to sleep… until your eyes closed and you did.

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Stacy’s mom

My Masterlist

A/N: inspired by the song “Stacys mom” and our conversation @jamneuromain 😋 it was very spontaneous and I wrote it in a few hours but…It was kinda fun🤣 so let me know how you liked it! I’m thinking about a pt 2! (Yes I know I have thousands series and one shots planned and am still working on the bingo drabbles but…I like writing most of my things depending on my mood😋)

Summary: Steve knew he was in trouble walking into his friends house and seeing her mom.

Pairing: highschool!Steve Rogers x Stacys Mom reader

Warnings: stacys mom reader, older reader, age gap, Steve is 17/18 but reader and him don’t interact then besides some teasing, masturbation, underage drinking

“I think we should choose the second topic. Benefits of daily exercise and how to incorporate it into your routine. Let’s be honest, I’m the real life example”, Steve laughed, sitting with Stacy in her living room on the floor, in front of the coffee table. It was the first time he was at her place, needing to finish a project that was very important for the grade.

A few months ago his asthma became much better and his many asthma attacks stopped, making it possible for him to exercise. Puberty finally hit him and he got a growth spurt, growing nearly ten inches in just a few months. He was still lanky, but happy about not being the shortest in the class anymore.

But with puberty also came acne, his forehead and cheeks were covered in small and annoying pimples. He used extra creams to get rid of them, which slowly helped.

“That’s a good idea. Maybe you could talk about your experience…how it affected your health and body”, Stacy thought about it for a second before taking some notes. “We can-“ The slamming of a door made Stacy jump slightly, so did Steve.

“Are you stupid?! I said no. It’s tomorrow and not in a week do you hear me? You’re not going on any stupid trips with your new wh- oh I will call her what I want! You dirty cheater-don’t you dare not show up tomorrow-” a woman’s voice carried through the house, the clicking of heels coming closer as you walked into the kitchen, Stacy and Steve watching you as you opened the fridge, not even noticing the two teenagers.

“For fucks sake, I have all rights being mad at you. We were together for-” They both didn’t listen much further as Stacy started talking about the project again, but Steve wasn’t listening to her either. His gaze was glued to your form, dressed in an expensive looking suit, the red-bottomed heels making your legs look incredibly hot, your butt- “Steve, are you even listening?” “Of course I do. Yes. Definitely.-“ “yeah? What was I talking about?”

“….could you…maybe repeat it?” Steve felt himself blush a dark red, his face burning with shame of being caught checking out her mom. That was definitely embarrassing.

Even though he started working on the project again, he couldn’t stop himself from peaking over at you. You were still turned with your back to Them arguing on the phone.

“She’s probably talking to dad again. They argue a lot now with the divorce…I don’t blame her. Of course I love my dad, but he did her wrong. They were married for nearly twenty years and he cheated on her-from what I’ve heard it wasn’t the first time or at least it wasn’t a one time thing”, explained Stacy, seeing as Steve was looking over to the kitchen.

He blushed again, nodding slowly. “Sorry, I just thought we’d be alone. It’s a bit distracting-“ for other reasons that Stacy might suspect. “I can tell her to go to her office or bedroom. They’ll probably argue for a long long time…”, she sighed, already standing up. Steve immediately followed her, shaking his head, “no, no. It’s fine. We can just take a break for now-maybe order something to eat? Your mom maybe wants something too…”, he felt himself blush again, as Stacy walked to the kitchen, Steve following her.

“Hi mom-could you please talk a bit quieter? I told you Steve’s coming over today. We have a project”, said Stacy walking into the open kitchen. “But we’ll take a break now-order something to eat. You want something? A pizza? Thai?”

Hearing your daughters voice you lowered your phone, turning around to look at her, your gaze falling onto the young blonde boy watching your every move. He seemed…mesmerised. He extended his hand to introduce himself properly, making you smile lightly as you ended the call without saying anything else and took his hand. “Nice to meet you, Steve. I’m sorry you had to hear this. I’m usually not such a bitch it’s just my soon ex-husband makes my blood boil” You laughed quietly.

Steve chuckled too. You could tell it was a nervous chuckle. You imagined he may have liked your daughter and was stressed of meeting you, her mother.

“Just order the usual pizza I like and take some money from my purse, I’ll go change into something more comfortable.” With that you left the room and seeing how Steve couldn’t take his eyes off of you he knew he was in trouble.

The next time he saw you was only three weeks later, once again at stacys house. After working some more on the project they both decided to sit at the pool and sunbathe a bit. When he noticed the lawnmower at the gate seemingly unused since the lawn wasn’t taken care of. “You need help with the lawn maybe? I can take care of that”, said the young boy already standing up and walking over to the lawnmower.

Stacy wanted to argue with him about not needing to do so, but he did anyway. It’d only take him a few minutes and he liked the idea of impressing Stacy’s mom, you.

When he was nearly finished you walked out of the house, a towel wrapped around your body, the strings of a black bikini wrapped around your neck. And when you dropped the towel-he could burst. Your body was incredible. You were already a bit tanned, your curves dressed only in the bikini, your thighs moving against one another, the thick flesh wiggling with every step, making him want to bite into it.

Jesus. He really shouldn’t be thinking about things like that or he’d soon have a problem that needs to be hidden.

You were incredibly beautiful, your breasts and stomach looking so soft. He could see some stretch marks, but they only made you even more attractive.

“You missed a spot over there, Stevie sweetheart”, you teased him, noticing how he stopped concentrating on his task. He felt himself blush, a small smile creeping on his lips as he nodded and kept going, this time a bit more concentrated.

You couldn’t stop yourself from teasing him a bit more, since he watched you Everytime he walked by, so you took the sunscreen and started applying it on your whole body. Stacy didn’t notice any of it since she had her eyes closed. Besides you tried to make it look like you weren’t doing anything on purpose-especially not then you stood up and started applying the suncream on your legs, bending down and showing off your legs.

A grin crept on your lips when you heard the Grill being knocked over. It was your ex husbands anyway.

After finishing mowing the lawn he quickly excused himself to the bathroom, closing the door and immediately leaning against the text wall, pushing down his swim shorts. His hardness springing free. He didn’t waste any time before spitting in his palm and wrapping his fingers around his length, stroking himself hard and fast.

He tried to keep his moans quiet, but still couldn’t stop the gasps escaping his lips, especially when he started imagining it wasn’t his hand on his dick. He thought about your soft skin against his body. Your thighs wrapped around his slim waist-or even better if he’d fuck your thighs. Your meaty legs would feel amazing, squeezing his dick. Maybe you’d even let him finish like that. On your stomach and tits-or Steve you’d let him fuck your pussy without a condom, letting him feel your velvet walls. Your wet and tight curb gripping him tightly, your moans would be so soft and sweet.

Before he’d let himself come he’d make sure to get at least two orgasm out of you. Maybe one with his mouth or fingers, then on his cock…then he’d love to shoot his load in you. Filling you with his seed.

The thought was all he needed to come, shooting his load all over himself. Thank god he managed to push his shirt up just in time before making a mess.

He felt ashamed wiping off his cum from the bathroom floor before walking back to the pool, where his heart's desire sat.

It was a fantasy. He knew. He definitely had no chance, being only a teenager and especially being friends with your daughter.

But having a fantasy didn’t hurt even a bit, right?

He loved watching you whenever you moved or walked around the house. Your house quickly became a place he visited at least once a week, always working on the project. But the worst was happening-well, two things. One, the project was slowly coming to an end and you had a date.

It’s not like he had any right to be jealous, but…still. Watching you getting all dolled up for some guy made his heart tighten. You always looked beautiful but seeing you in a beautiful light blue dress, with a low cleavage, showing off your shoulders and collarbones made his throat dry. The dark, black choker you wore made you look a bit like…Cinderella.

A smile crept onto his lips as he thought about it, quickly looking down not to get caught.

He wished you looked this good for him. He wished he could take you out on a date, have your soft hands wrapped around his arm.

But he couldn’t take you out. He didn’t even have the money to do so.

Sighing he opened his textbook again, taking some last notes.

Maybe one day he could at least buy you a bouquet of the most beautiful roses…

The project was finally finished, only two weeks later Stacy and Steve had everything ready to hand in and decided to have a nice and relaxing evening together drinking some beer which…Stacy asked you to buy. Surprisingly Stacy said you had only chuckled at that question and actually bought a few.

In all These weeks Steve and Stacy got closer, but only in a platonic way. Stacy had tried to flirt with him at first, but it changed quickly. He couldn’t tell exactly when but at some point she just stopped.

And now they were just sitting in the backyard, drinking beers, both on their third ones.

“Steve…I wanted to ask you…have you a thing for my mom?”, not expecting this question Steve choked on his beer, immediately coughing and spitting his beer all over himself.

“Wh-what?”, he croaked, shaking his head quickly. “I-I'd never-no. Of course not. That’s-That'd be…that’d be weird. I’m mean-it’s your mom-“ Stacys laugh interrupted his rambling.

“I knew it. You’re not very subtle with all the question you know? Is your mom back from the business trip? Is she away for work again? Do you think she likes roses or sunflowers more? You weren’t subtle. Not at all, Steve. At first I was really weirded out, but…I guess we all have some weird crushes at some point, you know? We’ll go to college soon, anyway, so you’ll get over it”, she shrugged, making Steve blush with every next sentence.

He took another big sip from his bottle, looking to the house for a second, where he could see you walking around the kitchen, preparing dinner. “Yeah…’s just a crush”, he mumbled, not wanting to tell Stacy how much he actually liked you.

But she was right. He’d probably get over you soon. He’d meet someone at his new university…

But did he really want that??

This thought stayed in his head for the rest of the evening, his chest feeling incredibly tight knowing it may be the last time he’d see you.

Slightly drunk Stacy and Steve walked back into the house, seeing you had left the food for them on the counter. They are quietly, not wanting to disturb you and after both laid down-Stacy in her room and Steve in the living room on the pull-out sofa. Even tho he was comfortable and surrounded by your smell he didn’t feel any peace. He couldn’t fall asleep, his mind was racing.

You yourself had eaten earlier before taking a bath and walked into your bedroom to go to sleep early.

But of course you were awoken by your small bladder, needing release. Sighing you sat up, straightening your nightgown in case the kids were still outside or still awake. Then you walked out of your bedroom, wrapping a silky robe around your body.

You did your business quietly, washed your hands and looked a bit tiredly into the mirror. A sigh escaped your lips. You were getting old, weren’t you? This year you turned 36 and it showed. The wrinkles around your eyes couldn’t be hidden anymore. Your skin wasn’t as smooth as it used to be. Your body wasn’t the same anymore, you had stretch marks, it was hard to stay in shape, especially with your limited time since you were always busy with work…

You sighed again, putting your night creame once again on. It wouldn’t change anything overnight of course, but you still hoped it’d slow down the aging. It’s not like you looked bad or really old-you weren’t even that old, if you had to be honest, but….you’d love to be twenty again, for one night at least.

Leaving the bathroom you walked quietly through the room, being stopped when Steve stumbled out of the living room, looking like he was in a hurry-at First you thought he wanted to go to the bathroom but when you stepped aside to let him through, he only stepped closer to you.

Your gaze fell for a second on his bare, slim chest. He gained a bit muscles since you had last seen him at the pool a few weeks ago. He looked cute. Not that it mattered. It’s weird you were even thinking like this.

“Give me a chance”, he mumbled, making you furrow your eyebrows, a little wrinkle appearing between them. “What?” “Give me a chance…I-I’ll try to be the perfect guy for you. I could be-I just-I need to finish school-and co-“ You shook your head, now understanding. “Steve, Steve, stop-We can’t. I can’t…you’re just drunk. You gotta go back to sleep, okay?”, you smiled kindly, slowly wrapping your fingers around his wrists and pulling him with you to the living room, pushing him into a sitting position.

“I mean it-you deserve a guy like me. I’ll be perfect for you-I know I’m still young but-“ “exactly Steve. You’re young. You could be my child-your friends is my daughter, okay? I’m really flattered by your attraction but…it’s not right. I’m sorry, Steve, you need to go to sleep now. And let’s just ignore this conversation, okay”, you tried to be gentle with your words but still saw some tears well up in his eyes.

Hesitatly you stepped between his legs, wrapping your arms around him and pulling into a hug. His head immediately rested against your stomach, right below your breasts as he sniffed quietly. Not wanting to make it any harder for him…and maybe also yourself…you pulled away.

While leaving the living room your couldn’t stop yourself from looking over your shoulder at him, meeting his gaze. You immediately looked away again and walked to your room.

This time it was much harder to fall asleep.

In the morning you quietly made some scrambled eggs and beacon, trying to ignore the feeling rising up in your chest when Steve woke up from the smell and a smile appeared on his lips, you noticed it, because you were watching him from the open kitchen. You could see him perfectly. And it broke your heart.

He rubbed his eyes tiredly, feeling a bit of a headache, especially remembering the conversation with you. Oh god. Had he really did it? Said he wanted to be with you?

You noticed how Steve blushed and when he looked up at you, your eyes meeting, your own face started burning. As quick and nonchalant as possible you looked away.

Only a few minutes later Stacy came to the kitchen and you sat down together to eat breakfast. All this time you tried to ignore Steve even though you still felt his gaze on you.

After finishing the food it was time for him to leave and stacy decided to drive him, so she quickly went to her room to get ready. Meanwhile steve stayed with you in the kitchen, putting the dishes away.

“About yesterday…I’m sorry. For everything…I still stand by it, but I shouldn’t have be so pressing-“ “Steve, don’t worry. I get it…in a way, at least. You’re a very sweet boy, but I’m too old for you. It can’t happen”, You explained friendly, smiling at him before looking once again.

You felt Steve step a bit closer to you, the warmth of his body radiating. “Is…is there really no chance? Not even a small one? Please…”, he whispered, his hand gently touching your arm.

Steve noticed how you got goosebumps as soon as he touched you. A nervous chuckle escaped your lips as you patted his arm gently, yearning Stacy walking down the stairs.

“Yeah, sure Steve, come back when you’re twenty one”, you joked quietly, stepping away again just in time for Stacy to walk into the kitchen. “Okay-we can go!”

With that Steve looked at you one last time before disappearing. Not only did he leave your house that day, but also walked out of your life forever.

Or so you thought.

In the first few weeks you had thought about him more than you should. About his pretty smile and the beautiful blues. About his graduation and which college he chose. About if you’d ever see him again, which you knew you shouldn’t.

Months later you stopped thinking about him so often. There were a few evenings where you thought about him, sure, but less and less…

And then the years went by and Steve became one of Stacys old highschool friends that she hadn’t talked to in a long time.

So it surprised you to say the least when you heard the doorbell, interrupting your quiet moment of reading. You were so concerned on the book you jumped slightly, putting your book down and walking to the door. In this time the doorbell rang again. “Jesus, so inpatient…”, you mumbled to yourself, opening the door.

Your breath hitched.

Your heartbeat immediately speeding up.

In the first second you didn’t even recognise him.

He was bigger. His shoulder so broad you weren’t sure if he’d fit in the door, taller than before and…a beard. Wow.

He changed a lot.

But his beautiful eyes stayed the same. The same bright blue.

“Steve? What-“ “You said to come back when I’m twenty one…so, can I take you out on a proper date now?”, he interrupted you, holding out his ID for you to look over.

He was indeed twenty one. Today was his birthday.

Pt 2

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tibbythetiger · 11 months

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Good evening friends! I just found out I have a respiratory infection, so I’m coping by writing sick DreamTheory HCs. General Content Warning for being sick, but nothing super specific or graphic! 🙂

I like to think that Mike despite obviously putting Abby’s needs over his, does take fairly good care of himself when he’s sick. He gets his meds, drinks his water, and muscles his way through it.

I feel like Ness, on the other hand, hates taking any sort of medication. I think he hates cough medicine and most cold medicine and has to take his dayqil/nightqil in pill form because the capsules and liquids gross him out so much. I think he thinks that by eating nothing but crackers and drinking copious amounts of orange juice he can overpower his illness with pure determination. (This is not projection at all)

Ness gets chronic migraines, sometimes they’re okay enough that he can power through and get through his day. Others he needs to just hide under a bundle of blankets with a compress and some SunnyD to make himself feel better. (Again, this is not projection at alllll)

Mike is great at taking care of sick people, mostly because he’s used to having to take of both himself and Abby. The first time Ness gets sick after they start dating, it starts out as a simple cold. Mike makes him some soup (again, one of the few things Mike is really good at making) and sends him on his way with his daily dose of cold medicine.

Ness appreciates the gesture but tells Mike not to worry. He always gets a cold at the shift of the seasons and it should be over within the week. Three weeks later, Ness has pushed himself to work every day and going about his normal life despite being super sick the whole time. Mike finally puts his foot down and makes Ness stay home, keeps Abby home from school and the three of them pile into the living room for some self-care.

Mike dishes out medicine, tea, and a steady supply of soup. (Who knew you couldn’t just eat crackers for three weeks straight when you’re sick??) Ness feels better within a few days after he finally lets himself rest.

Surprisingly no one, Mike does fall sick next. Ness panics, he almost buys out the entire cold medicine aisle in the pharmacy. He attempts to teach himself how to make Mike’s infamous soup (it does not work well, and in fact, Mike has to step after Ness somehow makes the soup explode across the kitchen)

Mike tells Ness all he really needs is some water, and some rest and assures him he’ll be okay within the week. He does end up being fine, but he doesn’t mind Ness doting on him and checking in on him throughout the week and the few days following him getting better.

I think Ness gets sick pretty regularly, he has a pretty weak immune system, and working in the service industry does not help at all. By the time October hits, Mike just has a “Ness is sick again” basket set up at his house, (he does also put one in Ness’ apartment, but they all know it won’t really go to use at all)

Ness is a comfort-seeking person when he’s sick, he likes to lay his head on Mike’s lap and let Mike do the talking for once. He’ll rewatch old movies or cartoons and steal Mike’s biggest and baggiest sweaters. Abby gives him one of her stuffies while he’s sick. It makes him cry because he’s never felt quite so taken care of before.

That’s all I have for now! I’m sure I’ll be back with more HCs tomorrow because I have not been so inspired about a ship in a really long time! I just need to find more time to write so I can pull out an actual fic. Hope everyone is having a good night and remember to take your vitamins and hydrate!

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bluntneedle · 9 months

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The Night Nurse

Chaeryeong x Fem!Reader

Warning: Yandere

You were hospitalised from a hit-and-run car accident that took both your parents’ lives, causing you to slip into a state of depression. You would just cry in your hospital bed all day, the only exception being when a pretty nurse who introduced herself as Chaeryeong was around. She would always tend to your every need and make you forget about everything else. It was just so easy when she was so nice to you, maybe even too nice.

Whenever the other patients teased you about Chaeryeong saying it was obvious she had feelings for you, you would just laugh it off and say that it was impossible. But why else would she always bring you takeouts from your favourite place when you insisted that the hospital food was just fine? Or linger outside the door when the other patients talked about her thinking you couldn’t see her when you could see her eves dropping through the window with a shy smile on her face?

It didn’t take long for Chaeryeong to confess to you, clumsily fumbling over her words because she was so nervous. She wouldn’t even look into your eyes and just stared at the floor the whole time. You heart clenched hearing her confession, but you had to reject her because you weren’t ready to let someone into your life yet. You didn’t want to lose someone important again. “But I will never leave you!” “I’m sorry, Chae, it’s still a no.” Her lips trembled hearing your rejection. You were so cruel! “When can I be discharged, Chae? I feel much better already.” You shuffled your legs around under the blanket. She gripped your hands tightly telling you that you didn’t have to worry about the hospital fees because her dad owned the hospital and you could stay for as long as you wanted, making you lose your temper and tug your hands away from her because why couldn’t she understand that you wanted to leave and live a normal life? She stared at your legs as if in a trance, mumbling something about you not being ready yet before dashing out the door.

The next few days, Chaeryeong would only visit you to give you your daily medication and then leave without a word. You wanted to ask her to stay with you longer because only she can make you happy and the days are so much longer now that she doesn’t spend it with you, but you wanted to give her space after the rejection. You also started feeling weaker and out of breath every time you talked for too long so you started to chat with the other patients less.

One day you woke up in an isolated room and a nurse informed you that your injuries had worsened and you needed special attention. But weren’t you just getting better? At one point all the nurses stopped coming to your room too and you were completely alone most of the time except when the same nurse would bring you food but refused to do or say anything else. Chaeryeong would only visit you at night and you had to fight the urge to sleep to catch a glimpse of her. Deep down, you knew that she had something to do with what happened to you recently but you were so lonely that you just wanted her back. You always asked her why she only visited at night but she just dodged the question and asked you if you’re sleepy because she couldn’t bring herself to lie to you, but she also couldn’t tell you she was tracking down all the people who were responsible for your accident so that she could kill each and every one of them for hurting you.

When you finally held onto her wrist one night and demanded to know what she had done she broke down and told you that she had no other choice but to drug you so would stay with her, kneeling beside your bed and telling you about her abusive father and her mother who left when she was four. She was just so lonely and you were her everything. When she realised that you went silent she got up and told you that she would give you time to think, making sure you saw the tears rolling down her face before leaving because she knew that you were soft and it would confuse you and make you pity her. By the time you realised the danger you were in and wanted to escape she had already hid your phone away and any other devices that could reach the outside world.

One night her ice-cold fingers woke you from your sleep and her face ghosted over yours in the dark as she mumbled something about a routine check. You tried to push her away weakly but she just used your lost momentum against you, pining you harder against the bed and insisted on performing some kind of checkup on you. You whimpered weakly as her fingers crept all over your body even though it didn’t hurt when she pressed just a little too hard on your wounds because she had dosed you with so much painkillers everyday and it didn’t even feel cold when she lifted your clothes up and licked all your bruises saying that it would help make them heal faster and called you her poor baby and told you all the bad things she had done to the people who hurt you. She panicked seeing your tears, apologising profusely saying it’s all over now and that she wouldn’t kill anyone if you’d just be good, making you cry louder.

You thought it was all over when she didn’t show up after that night for three days straight until she walked in with a dazed look on the fourth night, telling you that she did it. You were too afraid to ask her what she meant by it but it didn’t take long for her to clasp your hands in hers, telling you that she had finally taken her father’s life for you. You shook your head furiously, saying that it had nothing to do with you but she wasn’t listening to you anymore. “Don’t you see? I’m finally free from that monster. You gave me the courage to escape, my love. And now that his hospital is mine, I can extend your stay for as long as I want. Not that I need to do that anymore…” You hesitantly asked her what she meant and she caressed your legs slowly, which you realised couldn’t feel her touch anymore. “Your legs are paralysed forever. But don’t worry, I’ll take care of you until the day we die. You need me as much as I need you.”

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hotchnerwife · 3 months

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EITHER WAY

Warnings! MDI!

Smut, (female receiving), oral (male receiving), angst, violence, anxiety. (Okay I’m new to doing this on tumblr tbh. I usually just write on wattpad but I have more stories so lmk if you enjoyed this)

Summary- After the loss of your uncle Jason Gideon, one man you least expect is there to protect you and be a shoulder to lean on. What happens after you grow more dependent on each other?

January 28, 2015. Gideons death. Donnie Mallick shot and killed your uncle in his cabin. We all attended his funeral. Your cousin, his son Stephen helped you prepare it. You had been having a hard time since then. You watched them lay a tarp over his body. The same body you had hugged many times before. The same body that sat before you while playing chess. You hardly could stand looking at him. Neither could Spencer. You were having a tough time and so was Spencer. You had confided in him for so many nights. Both of you staying up late eating take out, telling stories about Gideon. Spencer wasn’t his biological son, but Gideon showed him kindness and it was enough for Spencer to gravitate towards him. Gideon always thought of Spencer like his son. Spencer was his do-over in his head. Gideon failed with Stephen the first time. Not always being around. Work consuming his daily life. Gideon saw Spencer as a way to fill the hole he had for a child, but you? You were always his little girl.

Your father died when you were only 2. Your mother abandoned us as soon as you were born. Gideon took you raised and raised you until you were 5. That’s when aunt Jill told Gideon she was pregnant with Stephen. Life from then on was different. You lived with your grandparents. You hardly saw Gideon, and when you did see him, he brought you to the office. Where you sat and watched him and Rossi play chess or argue about cases. You always knew he loved you though.

It had been a week since the case and funeral. You tried to come back with a clear mind. You had been having nightmares, the same one particularly. Gideon standing in the middle of his cabin. Looking at You not being able to talk. There was a man standing behind him. Shot him right in the back of the head. Gideons body slamming onto you, not being able to move. Screaming for help as the man steps over us. The man looking down at you and right before he lets off the gun trigger, you scream. That’s when you wake up.

“ (y/n) can I see you in my office please?”

You look up and see Hotch standing outside his office with a serious but concerned look.

“yes Hotch?” You say while walking into the office.

“ how are you doing? “

“Im fine,Hotch.”

“Are you sure? We could extend your time. You could go home and get proper rest.”

“Hotch I’m not a child. I passed my evaluation. I’m okay to come back”

“I never said you were a child. I’m just making sure you are ready to come back.”

“ I’m fine.”

“If you say so, but I’m not sure you are. Gideon was a friend to all of us but I know you were family.”

“Hotch I’m okay-“

JJ walked in thankfully.

“Hey guys I’m sorry to interrupt but we have a case.”

Never have I been so thankful to hear those words. Maybe now I can have a distraction.

“This is Colin Parker, he was the 5th man who was found slaughtered inside his home.”

“Slaughtered?” I ask.

“ yes. There is stab wounds up and down his body. His throat was slashed, and wrists cut.” Hotch said.

“Over kill?” Morgan speaks up.

“No. Who ever did this it was clean. It was a precise killing. With over kill no one would kill like this and not leave a complete mess.” Spencer replied

“ well we are going to California then. Wheels up in 30.”

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We just came back from a super long case. Two more men were kidnapped but we thankfully saved them in time.

We walked into the bull pen. Everyone extremely tired and ready for the weekend.

“ oooo hey sweetheart looks like someone’s got a secret admirer” Morgan teased and you came up to your desk to see a beautiful bouquet of flowers and a note.

“Open the note I want to know who it’s from!!!” Emily screamed with excitement and pushed on your shoulder to make you more eager.

“ fine fine.” With everyone now standing around your desk you opened the envelope. A small letter. It read:

(Y/n),

This letter is in condolences to Your uncle, Jason Gideon, he was a great man. We have found his will reading and will hope you and your Team will have time to come on out to his cabin and collect any personal affects he has left you.

Sincerely (Gideons Lawyer)

“Gideon has a lawyer?” Morgan asked

“Gideon has a will?” Rossi scoffed.

Tears started to form in your eyes. You hadn’t been to his cabin since you found him. Your weren’t allowed back until it was cleaned up. Reid and you never felt like going back to collect our stuff there either.

“ I guess so.”

Hotch looked at you knowing you were hiding your tears. “ (y/n) we can plan to visit his will reading Sunday?, would that be alright?”

“ yes”. You hated this. You thought this was all over.

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Sunday approached. You wore your jacket Gideon gifted to you for your 18th birthday.

“Hi I’m Matthew Murdock ( yes ik 🫣) I’m here to read you off Jason Gideons will”

“Hi Mr Murdock, I believe we have met before?, SSA David Rossi”

“ oh yes we have, when I was in grad school.”

“It’s nice to see you again- well you know”

Matthew laughs. ( if you don’t know Matthew Murdock is blind)

“ and this is his niece” Rossi says guiding you over to him.

“(y/n) correct?”

“ yes I am.”

“ well it’s very nice to meet you finally, I know it’s under bad conditions but Gideon spoke very highly of you and Stephen”

“Thank you.”

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“ it’s nice to finally meet everyone, I’m sorry it wasn’t under better circumstances. I was given a letter earlier this week stating Gideons will was found during the clean up. I was told to contact you as soon as you returned from your case.”

We all looked around. This was it. Maybe after hearing this I would finally have some peace.

“This is the will reading of Jason Gideon, husband of Jill Gideon ( deceased) and father of Stephen Gideon who unfortunately couldn’t attend. The other living family is (y/n)( y/l/n), and other beneficiaries. To start I leave my team members all notes in envelopes to read. These are to be read by yourselfs. Unless wanting to be shared.”

Matthew spreads envelopes around the table in front of us. Each labeling our name. Mine being the biggest envelope there. We approach and take ours and sit back down.

“ I was told this next portion was to be read by his niece (y/n), will you read it”

You step up. Looking over this long piece of paper. Assuming the top portion with the bumps was for Matthew to read in braille.

You start to sweat as you know these next couple minutes will be the end of you.

“ Hello everyone, Hopefully my entire Team is here. I wanted you all here so I could leave you with things I wish I gave you before I left. Things that remind me of you. Things we cherished together. First off, is Spencer. Spencer you are a great kid. Keep using that mind for amazing things. I leave you my chess board, my map collection, and books. To Emily, I haven’t known long but I leave my wife’s china plates, you always wanted some. To JJ I leave my boy Stephen’s young clothes. You will make a wonderful mother unless when you read this you already are. To Penelope, I leave my whole computer system to. It’s outdated but I’m sure your mind can handle it. To Derek I leave my sports collection to you. I have 2 Nellie Fox baseball cards. Still in great condition. Keep them safe. To Hotch, stop Being such a hard ass. Loosen up. I saw on the news about what happened. I’m sorry. Haley was a wonderful person. Jack needs you. I leave Stephen’s clothes to you as well, and my Star Wars collection, keep any of the clothes in the closet for yourself. To my friend, David Rossi. We grew distant but you are my best friend. I named my child after you. We started all of this together. I leave the desk we built together as well as our funds we hoped to save up for our trip to Florida where we wanted to retire.” Rossi laughed and shook his head.

“To Stephen-“

“He isn’t here you don’t have to read it.” Matt spoke up.

“ Oh alright. To my passera ( sparrow in Italian, Rossi called you is so finally Gideon started to call you it) I leave you my cabin. The cabin we built together at 5 years old. I leave you everything that doesn’t go to anyone. I leave you my records. I leave you aunt Jill’s things. I love you my passera. Let people take care of you.”

You start to cry. The man you confided in when you were upset about anything was gone. You never would see him again.

“You can now stand up and we have put ur Belongs gifted to you in an area labeled with your name. “

“(Y/n)” Matthew said

“ yes?” You wiped the tears off your face as Rossi put his hands on your shoulders.

“I need to give you the keys to the cabin. These belong to you.” Matthew’s hands you the keys. The keys have a wooden initial attached on the key chain. Your Initals.

“ Cara Mia, he’s in a better place.” Rossi spoke to you so softly

You turned and cried into his chest. Rossi usually would’ve sat you down and complained about his suit being ruined but at the moment he didn’t care. Everyone was grabbing their things. Spencer on the verge of tears trying to leave as fast as he could so he could cry at home.

You were still crying by the time most of them left. Derek saying goodbye to me. JJ and Emily hugging you. Penelope asking if you would be okay. Rossi asked if you needed a ride home and you shook your head no. You didn’t want to leave. Hotch stayed. You didn’t know he did. You just sat there and balled your eyes out.

“ I think I should take you home (y/n) “

His low voice startled me.

“I don’t want to leave Hotch.”

“ I think it’s best if for tonight you do.”

“ fine.” You were too worn out to argue with him. If this was any other time we would be at each others throats. Hotch would tell you, you were over reacting and needed to grow up. You liked he was being kind. But you hated it at the same time. Knowing this would all be over by the end of the week and he would be a hard ass again.

Hotch helps you into the car. The same car youve rode in hundreds of times. The same car youve driven with your uncle in the passenger seat. driving to the Bau singing the Beatles on the way there.

“ are you okay?” Hotch’s voice snaps me out of my trance.

“ yes.” I lied. Why lie to a profiler.

“ it’s okay to not be okay, I don’t know why I asked that I know you aren’t.”

“ I’m okay hotch. I’ll just have to get over this.”

“ not over. Through. This takes time”

“ I’m not a child I know that.”

You don’t know why you were starting an argument with him. You were mad at him. Why? You don’t completely know why.

“(Y/n) I’m just trying to help you okay, and if you decide you want to be childish then fine. By all means.”

You sat there. Not completely knowing what happened. You disliked you and him fighting. It always bothered you it seemed like he hated you and cared about the others. Hotch being nice to you is all that you’ve ever wanted. But tonight you just needed everything to be normal. This was your guys normal.

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The week began. You still hadn’t opened your letter from Gideon. You wanted to, but what if you read something you wished you didn’t. Change was something you should’ve been used to. You were doing this long enough, but having someone you thought would live forever dying? That was hard.

It had been tense in the office. More than usual. Everyone could tell you and Hotch weren’t talking. Rossi tried playing middle man but that just caused more chaos.

You handed in a report two days ago. Well Spencer did. You paid Reid $20 to hand it in for you so you didnt have to see Hotch.

“(Y/n) my office now. He was mad. More mad than usual. Was it hot? Maybe. But you were way more worried about what he was about to yell at you for.

“ yes sir?”

“ did you re read your report before handing it in? I’m sorry I mean giving it to Reid to hand in because you can’t even turn in your own reports now.”

“ I did. It all seemed fine”

“Seemed? These reports are also reflections of how I am as boss. Am I teaching you how to fill the out correctly? Did I teach you how to spell? No because I’m not your kindergarten teacher.”

“ what is up your ass today?”

“ you. You misspelled completely wrong twice. Fix your mistake now.”

“ yes sir.”

God. He was so annoying. I walked out of his office to see everyone’s eyes on me. Was he that loud?

“ Cara Mia you okay?” Rossi peaks his head out of his office. You didnt know but your hands were vigorously shaking.

“ yes I’m fine.” Rossi looks at your hands and you look down as well. Trying to hide them you put them behind you. Walking away.

You sat at your desk. Wishing the day to be over. At 8 o’clock you could go home. You stayed later then everyone else did. Yes you were a profiler but you were assigned to help hotch as well. When he went home you went home. Which means some nights you stayed very late. The days he didn’t go home he dismissed you to leave. Knowing he wasn’t leaving but you honestly didn’t care. Hotch pissed you off so many times. You never understood why he hated you as much as he did. With Gideon around he was kinder. I mean he did ignore you most of the time until it was case work, but he didn’t yell at you. Once Gideon was gone he started to grow more aggressive. You hated this. You had a crush on him everyone knew. It didn’t take long for Rossi to realize either. It didn’t take him long to say “ so when is the wedding?” Ever since that day he’s encouraged the team to make jokes about your crush on the angry unit chief.

“It’s 11:00pm. Time for you to go home

(Y/n).” Hotch spoke and it shook you out of your thoughts.

“Are you leaving?” You told yourself you didn’t care but for some odd reason you still asked.

“I’m staying a little longer. I have to finish this report.”

“Then I’m staying”

“ I don’t think that’s necessary. You should go home.”

“Hotch part of my job is to stay here and help you. If you aren’t leaving then neither am I.”

“ fine.”

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There you were. Sitting across from the man you hated yet wanted to love you so dearly. You hardly looked up from his couch, but when you did you could catch him staring. It was 11:45 by this point and you were hardly done with your reports.

“ do you want to go get some food?”

Hotch asked.

“I guess. We will be here a while.”

You both got up and walked down the street. You walked into the 24/7 Chinese place. You both got orange chicken. You always ate orange chicken with Gideon. It just happened to be the last meal you had with him. Tears formed again. Scared to show your emotions to hotch. You tried to hard to prove him your okay you would hate him to see you were wrong. You wiped your tears before he could see.

Hotch hands you your food.

“ thank you”

“ you’re welcome”

For a man you wanted to hate with every bone in your body you looked at him like he was your everything. Hotch’s eyes lit up in the street light, his hands handing your food you couldn’t look away. You tried ripping your mind away from these thoughts. Thoughts you shouldn’t be having about him, your boss especially.

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You return back. Sitting and eating. Hardly ever spoke to him but that’s okay. You got through the paper work you needed to. You were getting very tired. You could tell hotch was too.

“Let’s go home.”

Hotch looked at you like you just told him you loved him. The surprised look confused you.

“Not together dumbass.”

“ right. I knew that.”” You aren’t in the right condition to drive though”

“ yes I am”

“ you are falling asleep as we are talking right now”

He wasn’t wrong. You were drifting in and out.

“ fine.” Hotch has driven you before. You weren’t incline to argue with you him as you were practically half asleep on his couch right now.

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You woke up to seeing an apartment complex. This wasn’t yours. It was Hotch’s

A shiver ran down your spine. You looked over and Hotch was getting out of the car. Rounding to your side and opening the car door. “ you’re up.”

“ yes, I thought I was going home? You aren’t kidnapping me are you? I mean you are unit chief so you could get away with it-“

“(Y/n) stop talking. I brought you here because you were asleep and I forgot which level you lived on so taking you home with me was easier.”

“ I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have fallen asleep”

“ it’s okay.”

Hotch helps you inside. “ where is Jack?”

“ Jack is at Jess’s tonight.”

“ oh. So tonight would’ve been a you night I’m sorry”

“ don’t me. I probably would’ve just came home and slept.”

“ well don’t let me stop you. I’ll just lay down on the couch now”

“ no. I’m a gentleman and you will be sleeping in my bed. I’ll take the couch”

“ hotch I’m not kicking you out of your own bed.”

“I don’t care. You’re my guest.”

You were tired. Arguing again was too

tiring and he was right it was his place.

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You see him. Gideon facing you. He just moved his chess piece. “ your turn”.

You looked at him. You move your piece and he looks at you like you’re stupid. You don’t care where you moved it. You only care you get to see him again. Gideon stands. No no. Sit back down. “Im going to get some water you want anything” yes for you to sit down. “ no, thank you”

You turn around. Fully facing him now. There he is. Center of the living room. Boom. Gideons laying on top of you. You start yelling. You can’t move. In the mirror you see a dead bleeding out Gideon. Lifeless laying on you. You look up and stare at the barrel of a gun. This time you wish for it to go off. You pray. No screaming. “(Y/N)”

You wake up in a hot sweat. Gripping into an arm. Not your arm, but hotch’s

“(Y/N)”

It shook you to your core. You were hyperventilating. Not being able to catch your breath. Hotch is holding you. “ it’s okay. Deep breaths”

You finally are able to calm down.

“ do you want to talk about it?”

“ not really”

“ was it another nightmare about Gideon?”

“What?”

You looked at him now. You knew everyone knew you were having nightmares, but Gideon?

“We bunked up remember?”

You do. Ever since the whole team found out about your crush they’ve done everything to keep you both together. Hoping it’ll spark something. But since Gideon your mind has been other places then your boss sharing the same room

As you.

“ you know?”

“ yes.” “ would you like to talk about it?”

“Yes.” You looked at him. You never thought you would talk about the nightmares. Not to Hotch especially.

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You tell him everything. You watch his expressions change. He is listening. Not zoning out but listening. It feels good to see him finally listening to you.

“ I see. Are you having these every night?”

“ yes.”

“ have you talked to anyone about them? “

“ no only you.”

“ not even Reid?”

“ no. I’m to embarrassed.”

“ why?”

“ because I feel like I should’ve been over this by now. I see death in every day life. “

“This is different. This is Gideon.”

“ I know.”

“ it’ll take time and that’s okay.”

“ thank you hotch.”

“ you’re welcome.”

Hotch got up. You didn’t want him to leave. What if you had another nightmare.

“ can you stay?”

“What?” He stopped dead in his tracks.

“ can you stay with me? I know it inappropriate for a supervisor to sleep with a- “

Hotch gets into bed. No arguments. No restraint. Not even a complaint. You feel better now.

“ goodnight (y/n)”

“ goodnight hotch”

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You wake up to a hand on your lower back. You open your eyes and Hotch is right up on your chest. His head buried almost under you arm. You were enjoying this to say the least. But you knew it was wrong. Hotch started to shift. You acted asleep. You felt the stir and the weight of where he was release. He was up now. Hotch’s phone rang.

“Hotchner.” God his morning voice was hot. “ okay sounds good. We will be on our way- I mean I will. Please don’t call (y/n) they had a rough time last night so I’m sure they will want to sleep in.”

You heard Hotch chuckle. It was cute.

“Case?” You say to him.

“ uh that was no one by Morgan”

“ oops I’m sorry”

“ no you’re okay, I’m sure we will just hear some things walking in.”

Which I didn’t mind. I wish those things were true.

“ did you sleep good?”

“ yes, your bed is really nice.”

“ thank you”

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Walking into the bullpen was hard. All eyes on you and Hotch.

“ okay spill Morgan said he heard you when he was calling Hotch, is it true?”

“ no. Well yes I was there but it wasn’t like that.”

“ so what was it like then huh sweetheart?”

“ Morgan I promise me and him did nothing.”

“ so you didn’t sleep in the same bed?”

“ well yes but it was under different circumstances”

“ and that was???”

You didn’t want to say it. Thought the day more prying questions were thrown your day. You were getting anxious. Everyone saw it and you picked at your fingers while they were questioning you.

“Conference room before everyone leaves”

Hotch said as he walked passed the bullpen.

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“ (y/n) and I didn’t engage in any inappropriate behavior. I want everyone to know this”

They all looked around. You were so embarrassed. You wanted to shoot yourself at this point.

“ do we all understand.”

“Yes.” They all say in unison.

Morgan even seemed too scared to make a remark about it.

“ everyone is dismissed”

Everyone leaves except you and rossi. Rossi retreats to his office and you sit there.

“ are you okay?” Hotch is still standing there.

“Yes I’m okay.”

“Do you need anything?”

“ no im okay thank you.”

You stand up and walk to your desk. Thoughts overwhelming you. You need to move on from these nightmares. Face them. You pull open your drawer to see the envelope you stashed away.

(Y/n) (y/l/n)

It says on the front.

You slowly open it. Hoping whatever was inside would heal you from this insanity. There was a note and a couple over bigger letters. Some certificates dating back to your younger days like soccers and softball.

(Y/n) my little Passera,

My life started when I found out I was going to be an uncle. Kids never excited me but I knew you were different. Holding you for the first time felt like time stopped. I never wanted to see you hurt ever. So seeing you without parents at only 2 years hurt me. I brought you with me every where. I wanted to adopt you.

Those words. Adopt you. It hurt. You kept reading though.

The day I asked Rossi if I should ask Jill I got a call. Your aunt was pregnant. I wish I just went through with the adoption. Maybe things would’ve been different. I told Rossi and he agreed sending you with your grandparents would be for the best.

Rossi knew? You started to cry.

If I knew they were putting you through hell I wouldn’t have sent you there.

It was true. Your grandparents treated you like a house servant.

I’m so glad you followed in my footsteps though. Seeing you grow up. Watching you make your way to the top. Without my help either. (Y/n) I know it’s too late now. I made the biggest mistake not adopting you. I think about it every day. Can I adopt you? I love you so much my little girl.

Those words broke you. You hadn’t heard them before. Only once. The day he left. He hugged you goodnight and said those words. “ I love you my little girl”

Those words echoed through your head that night.

You shot up. Angry knowing Rossi knew. You walked to his door. Hotch saw you reading it and watching you walk to Rossi knew it would be bad.

“ David Rossi open your door” you yelled.

Rossi opend the door to be greeted by you. Angry. Crying. Red in the face. Hardly making full sentences.

“ Cara Mia slow down”

“ you knew?” You cried through your words. You shoved the envelope in his face. Rossi didn’t even have to be a profiler to know what you were talking about.

“ I’m sorry.”

“ oh you’re sorry? Rossi he was going to adopt me!”

Hotch felt your hurt in your voice. He knew how much you’ve wanted him to adopt you. Gideon talked about it all the time. His biggest mistake.

“I know, I shouldve encouraged him to do it. I wasn’t thinking at the time I’m sorry”

You broke down. Rossi hugged you.

“ he loved you though. There wasn’t a day that went by that he told me he wish he had adopted you.”

“ you’re just saying that”

“ no (y/n) he’s right.”

It was hotch.

“ what?”

“You know when you walked into Gideons office there was the desk full of picture frames?”

“ yeah?”

“ well when I started here there was two pictures. Stephen and Jill. Then a picture of you. You seem to be in a uniform. Softball I imagine and you have a big trophy. Gideon never shut up about you.”

You smiled at Hotch. You felt better.

“ I wish he would’ve told me.”

“ did he sign the papers?”

You look down at them.

“ yes he did”

“ okay then sign them.”

“ what? But he’s dead it doesn’t count”

“ legally he signed it. If you sign it your his legal daughter”

You burst out into tears. You hugged hotch tight. He hugged you back. It felt nice.

“ would you like a ride home?”

“ yes please.”

You turn to meet Rossi. Rossi was smiling at you. “ you gonna give him a big thank you aren’t you?”

“ shut up old man”

You both walk down and hear Rossi shout “ don’t keep each other up all night.”

Hotch seems a tad uncomfortable now. Great Rossi you ruined the thing we had going.

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“Do you want to listen to anything?”

“ sure.”

You press play on the radio. The Beatles start playing. Hotch is humming along

" you a fan?”

“ yeah I used to listen to them a lot when I was younger, do you?”

“ yeah same.”

Hotch knew you listened to them with Gideon. He feels like such an idiot asking the question back.

After what seems like an eternity you pull into your drive way. You thank hotch but he gets out and walks you to your door.

It’s starts to pour heavily.

“ you shouldn’t drive in this. Come on in?”

“I really need to get to jack.”

“Just until the storm passes?”

“Okay”

Hotch knew Jess was with him. He would be okay.

Hail is starting to pour outside. You switch on your lights. Just enough to light your way but dim because it’s night time.

“Do you want anything to drink?”

“Do you have any beer?”

“Of course I do”

You hand hotch a beer. You turn on your stereo. Something that’s been a habit. You usually walk in and it’s still on from when you left. You sit across from Hotch. Looking at him. You feel like a creep but he looks good. His arms reaching to his beer bottle. The shirt hugging his muscles.

“ youre staring.”

“ sorry”

You made small talk as best as you could. Actually now hoping the storms would pass you turn on the tv.

*STAY OFF THE ROADS! STAY OFF THE ROADS! HIGHWAY IS CLOSED OFF*

Comes across your screen. Great.

“Well you aren’t going anywhere tonight. I’m not letting you on the road.”

“(Y/n) I’ll be fine let me go get a hotel”

“ no you saw the news. No highway”

HOTCHS POV-

She wants me to stay. I want to stay. Sleeping in the same bed last time felt so right. Our body’s close together. The heat radiating off of hers. I felt her skin. It was soft and tender. I haven’t been like this with someone in a while. Not since before the divorce. I missed it. It felt good. But I couldn’t think about her like that. (Y/n) was going through so much. I would be taking advantage of her.

“ what are you thinking about?” Her soft voice brings me back to reality.

“ nothing.”

“ no I see those wheels turning what’s up?”

“ is this to much? I mean this will be the 2nd time sleeping in the same facility just us? Would it be deemed inappropriate?”

“ I don’t know. I mean we sleep together during cases?”

I froze. Sleep together.

“ well not sleep together but you know?

“ yeah. Uh I just don’t want to be pushing any boundaries.”

“ i understand and hotch you are a great friend for that”

Friend. Right.

Y/N POV-

Friend. Why would I say friend. He’s not my friend. He is the man I’m desperately in love with. The man I would kill for this situation to happen 100 more times.

“ do you want to watch a movie to pass the time?”

“ sure?”

we put on the notebook. Hotch said it was cheesy but I love it for rainy days.

I fell asleep toward the end. I woke up and Hotch was watching tv. My head in his lap.

“ oh I’m sorry”

“ hey it’s okay.”

You are embarrassed. You are constantly falling asleep around him.

“ hey can I take a shower?”

“ yeah of course” “let me grab you some clothes.

“these should fit you, they were Gideons and that’s my shirt.

Hotch sighed. Almost like a relief?

You sat down on the couch. Hearing the shower go you decided to turn on music. You loved listening to music during a rainy day. You were so in depth to just listening that you opened ur eyes to see hotch standing over you. You sit up and look at him. Hotch has never looked this good. You make you room next to you.

“ you have a great shower it has great water pressure”

Oh trust me you know.

“ yeah” you weakly smile. You couldn’t stop staring. He didn’t dry his body. You knew because the shirt was now drenched and sticking to his body. No complaints of course.

“(Y/n) you’re staring”

“ sorry.”

“ no need to apologize”

Good. Because you weren’t sorry. That man had an ungodly hold over you. You noticed Hotch scooted closer to you.

“ you okay?”

“ Mhm.”

You were okay. But far from normal okay.

Your mind had hundreds of different thoughts. You found out your uncle wanted to adopt you and now your boss you’ve had a crush on his on your couch in your clothes soaked from a shower he took in YOUR house!

“ you don’t see okay? You seem distracted” at this point you two were close. Hotch brought you closer to him. You look up at him. He stares back. You hear the song “Either way” by Chris Stapleton start playing.

“ can I kiss you?”

Your stomach drops.

“What?”

“ can I kiss you”

Another dream. You hoped not but you were scared.

“ yes.”

Hotch’s lips crashed into yours. It wasn’t a dream. His hands under you and you push your body up to meet his. You both go back down. Your body feeling the soft embrace of the couch. There you were. Kissing your boss. Not kissing. Making out. His hands moving around your body. He pulls away

“ I’m sorry i shouldn’t have done that”

He stands up

“ did you want to?”

“Yes but-“ you kiss him again. He embraces your kiss by holding the back of your head. Making out while walking down to the bedroom. You try not to hit anything off the walls. You open your door from behind you as you are still kissing your boss. He starts taking off his tie and shirt. Unbuttoning his shirt he takes it off and you see his scars. The one from foyet. He sees your eyes wander and begins to be self conscious. You see his eyes fill with worry. You take off your shirt without thinking and turn around. The whips from your grandparents engraved into your skin. Purple/ pink scars up and down ur back still. He touches them. It doesn’t hurt anymore. You turn to him.

“ I didn’t know”

“ no one did but Gideon.”

“ I’m sorry”

“ it’s okay”

His lips crash against yours. Hoisting you up onto him. Your legs wrap around him. You both fall onto the bed. You start feelings fingers against your sides. His hands wandering around your body. His kisses get sloppy. His kisses start going down to your neck. You start to moan. His kisses feel right. He enjoys hearing your soft moans. Hotch starts kissing Down the rest of your body. He get to your pants. Looking up for approval. You nod and he takes them off. His eyes lingering in between your thighs.

“ may i?”

You already knew what he wanted. The look of temptation.

“ yes”

He goes straight to your pussy. Sliding your underwear off. Pushing your legs outward. His tongue going over your folds. Him hitting your clit just to go back down. He was teasing you. You were growing needy. You moan every time. This time he stayed a little longer. A louder moan escaped your mouth.

“ you sound amazing”

He starts circling your clit with his tongue.

You feel him going faster. You were there. You didn’t know how he made you there so quickly. He just was good. Your moans make you toss your head back. His tongue going faster

“ hotch I think-“

“ Aaron I’m Aaron”

“ Aaron I think I’m going to -“ you moan

“ say it sweetheart”

“ I’m going to cum”

“ alright it’s okay “

You believed he was gonna stop. No he kept going pushing your legs farther apart you wanted to strangle his head with them so bad. He hit the spot and it all came out. You came on his tongue. You saw his eyes fill with lust and happiness. He licked you clean.

“ you did really good my love.” You looked saw it. His dick hard pressed to the sweats. Grey. So thankful for them. Your hand gravitated toward it. Wanting him to feel good like he made you. You get up and push him down. Taking off his pants and underwear. You see it kind of spring up. His full erection In front of you.

“ can you do it?” He says teasingly

“ shut up”

Your tongue swirls around the tip. He moans. You lick the precum off his tip. You start taking him. Your tongue and mouth being taken by him. His moans sounded like heaven. You take your hands and wrap them around it. As your head bobs up you bring your hands up as well. Same when you go down. You watch as his body moves. Chest rising and falling. The moans and groans. You feeling hits cock twitch im your mouth. The feeling of knowing when he’s about to come. You take all him one last time. You go down to hard you feel like you’ll gag. And up you go and he moans as he cums in your mouth. It dripping from your mouth but you manage to get almost every last bit. You sucked him dry. Any cum on his dick was now gone. He looked at you with pleasure and love. He grabs you we ease. You straddle him

“ you looked so pretty with my dick in your mouth. “

“ thank you”

“ you’ll look even pretty with it in you. You think you can do it?”

“ yes sir “

That sir hit Aaron in the gut. He never had heard a better word. You knew right then it made him happy. He lays you gently on your back. Grabbing your legs and holding them high. He lines you up and slowly inserts himself in. You moan

“You are tight aren’t you baby?”

“ yes.”

He went faster. Causing ur body to shake.

You arch. You moan. You feel ur whole body about to explode. He kisses you. Your face, neck, down your body. He keeps going deeper. You feel yourself about to cum.

“ Aaron I can’t”

“ cum on my dick it’s okay.”

You do as he says. One last thrust and he watches as cum goes down his dick. He starts to pull out. “ no what are you doing” Aaron looks at you confused “ what do you mean sweetheart?”

“ you didn’t cum. Stay in a finish”

“ I’m okay”

“ please sir.”

That gave Aaron every right to want to stay. He kept going until you watched his body shake. You knew it was coming. Literally. You felt as he came inside of you. Thankfully you were on birth control. He kind of just sinks into the bed beside you. You both sit up and look at each other.

“ you are such a pretty girl.”

“ thank you Aaron.”

You get quiet. Thinking how you just did this with your boss. You enjoyed it but I mean for the last 6 years you harbored a crush on him. Thinking he hated you. Now he fucked you.

“ what are you thinking about hm?”

“ what we did, was that wrong?”

Aaron shot up. Scared he pressured you. He knew he shouldn’t have done this.

“ did you not want to?”

“ no I did”

He sighed

“ just. You’re my boss. This will change so much.”

“ I know. But we don’t have to tell anyone yet”

“ Aaron we work with profilers. Whose job it is to find out who’s lying from a mile away. I’m sure they will know”

“Let that be tomorrow’s problem. Tonight you need rest”

“ okay.” He was right. You were so tired.

You drifted asleep with the man you loved.

You loved Aaron Hotchner.

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You wake up. Aaron being gone. You were sad. Maybe he realized he made a mistake. That was until you heard footsteps. There he was. He brought you coffee and donuts. “Hi gorgeous did you sleep good?”

“ yes I did !”

You get up and go to kiss him when you see it. The hickey. The one you left last night. It was dark and going to be hard to cover up.

“Aaron I’m so sorry. This will get you in so much trouble”

“Hey it’s okay” “ drink your coffee you’ll be okay.

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On the way to work you tried covering it up as best you could. It was hidden but still peaking through a bit. You hoped no one would really notice. A bug bite maybe?

Thats what Aaron was planning on telling one who asked. You walk in after Aaron. A couple mins behind. You see Rossi ask. You walk in and walk to your desk. “ good morning Rossi” “ good morning bug”. You look up to see hotch frozen as he’s turning his office door. Rossi looking at you.

Everyone looked at you.

Shit.

#aaron hotchner #thomas gibson #criminal minds #spencer reid #jj jareau #derek morgan #jason gideon #david rossi #emily prentiss #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch x you #aaron hotch smut #Spotify

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Ben Jordan - Foot story

Ben had been my roommate for 3 months now ever since he moved in he’s been different from the friend I used to have he’s turned into a jerk maybe it was his true colors or he was just putting up a face as my roommate now either way he always demanded things from doing the dishes for him to cleaning his clothes. I had finished up washing my dishes when Ben came into the kitchen “Hey man I got something to talk to you about” nodding you both walk into the living room and sit down “your past roommate talked to me a while ago and told me about some things you used to do like smelling his socks” my face flushed red I hoped this wouldn’t happen having a foot fetish was bad enough but now he’s going to think I’m a creep I try to get a word out but Ben pauses me “I want to make you an offer” I nod confused “from now on your going to do all the chores in the house along with cooking for me and other things I tell you to do”. Thats how it’s been anyway but this seems interesting I agree “Cool along with that im taking ownership of you, seeing how you sneaked every time you sniffed his clothes you probably felt embarrassed well now you don’t have to worry as my pet your going to have my scent on you everyday whenever you walk outside people will know just from a whiff of you that you’re a Bitch”. My cock was throbbing the thought of being a slave to Ben gave me so much pleasure my conscious was screaming at me to say no but every other part of me said yes not able to control myself I nodded again.

“Good then as your first task Faggot go get me a fucking beer” I rush to the fridge and grab a beer bringing it to Ben he chuckles “Good boy, your gonna be a good boy forever for me right?” I nod and Ben looks away smiling he must feel so powerful and all i can do is stand here and observe waiting for my next order. Ben puts his feet on the coffee table wiggling his toes he catches me staring “You wanna lick my feet?” I nod “then beg me” I blink and get on my knees putting my head to the ground I plead for a chance to worship his feet the soft and sweaty feet are the only things I need and want as I pick my head off the ground Ben just looks at me “Fine go ahead make sure I feel amazing while you worship them and thank me for this opportunity” I scoot to the end of the table right in front of Ben’s feet the smell was intoxicating I reached out and touched them the soft yet wet skin was perfect I grasped his foot and began massaging.

“Fuck yeah faggot, lets make this a daily routine for you everyday you spend hm 2 hours at my feet” I quickly agree and continue massaging. After a bit longer I stick my tongue out and lick from the bottom of his heel to the top of his toes, after a few of these licks Ben sticks his big toe into my mouth swirling it around “so warm, suck on it” he demands and I oblige licking all over he moans more and pops his toe from in my mouth “that’s enough for today, sit there and think of a good meal to cook for me tonight” I ask what im supposed to eat “the dirt from my feet wasn’t enough?” I shake my head telling him it was and thank him for the food “whatever faggot that’s all you get anyway now go make me my food”

This new life as Ben’s slave was brutal and constantly tiring but still I wouldn’t change it.

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Renaissance | teacher!Cillian Murphy x fem!Reader AU - Part 15

Summary: you are an Art History student in your last year at university. Cillian is your teacher. Note: in this story Cillian is about 20 years older than the reader. Everything happens in an alternative universe where he is not an actor or famous, he doesn't have a wife or kids like in real life. Also, English is not my first language, sorry for any mistake! Cillian Murphy Masterlist - Part 14

“I’m ready,“ you said as you walked into Cillian’s living room.

He lifted his eyes from his phone, a second earlier he seemed busy but now he stared at you in awe. “Wow, you look beautiful darling, turn around” he indicated, making a circular motion in the air with one of his fingers.

You turned awkwardly and bit the inside of your cheek with apprehension. “Don’t you think it’s a bit too much?” you wondered, touching the silky fabric of your dress, it was shorter and way more revealing than what you used to wear on a daily basis.

Cillian shook his head and stood up, pressing his hands to your hips as he pulled you into a kiss. “It's a New Year's Eve party, you look perfect. If you didn't have to go I couldn't keep my hands off you, Y/N.”

You put a hand on his chest and tilted your head to the side to look at him. “I could stay.”

He let out a small laugh, noticing your unwillingness to go. Placing a finger under your chin, he lifted your face and pressed your foreheads together. “Listen to me, Y/N. You are going to that party and you will have fun with your friend, alright?”

“I’ll try to, but I can’t promise that I’ll enjoy it” you muttered, rolling your eyes.

With one last peck on your lips, Cillian pulled apart and grabbed his keys. He would drive you to the party to make sure that you and Olivia arrived safe. Both of you were fine with it, after all, she knew about you and Cillian, plus you wouldn’t have to worry about the transport.

You sent a quick text to Olivia telling her that you were waiting outside of her apartment. A few minutes later, she opened one of the back doors and got into the car. You smiled at her from the passenger seat but before you could stop her, she had leaned forward and was hugging you. Then, she turned to Cillian, almost contorting like a circus acrobat, and hugged him too, pressing her cheek against his.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Olivia! Happy new year!”

He seemed a bit taken aback by her energy and you couldn’t help but laugh at his expression. “Sure, nice to meet you too.”

He waited until she settled with her seatbelt on to start the car. The ride to where the party would take place was smoother than what you expected, although it made sense. She was an art student as well, of course she had a lot to say. Cillian parked and turned to look at you.

“Call me when you feel like going home and I’ll pick you up, it doesn’t matter what time it is.”

You nodded, he had told you that same thing many times. Then he looked at Olivia and repeated it. She giggled and winked at you when he looked away.

Almost everyone there were Fine Art students, Olivia knew most of them as the social butterfly that she was. In the blink of an eye someone had wrapped you in a golden tinsel garland. Olivia grabbed your hand and took you to the dance floor, where you two danced among the tide of bodies. You found yourself laughing and having fun after a couple shots of tequila and the collective celebratory atmosphere that filled the air.

As Olivia disappeared to talk with some of his classmates, you scanned the crowd, recognising a familiar face. A few steps away there was Martha, Brad’s girlfriend. She was staring at you too but when you waved with your hand at her she just frowned. Her reaction surprised you. As far as you thought, your relationship with her was cordial, you two weren’t friends but you got along. You couldn’t remember if she was involved in the Brad incident, but you hadn’t seen her in months.

Martha approached you as she pushed people away and grabbed your arm, dragging you to a less crowded part where you could talk without the loud music blasting in your ears.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked, pushing you against the wall. "Did you come for Brad?"

You shook your head, confused at her words and the sudden hostility. “I don’t know what you are talking about, Martha. I’m here with Olivia.”

She let out a bitter laugh. “You're not fooling me, you're nothing more than a whore. You would crawl after my Brad like the stalker you are, you even forced him to leave the apartment.”

"I don't know what you're talking about, Martha. I don't know what lies your boyfriend may have told you, but it's not true. From every ten things that come out of his mouth eleven are lies, you should know it by now. I didn't do anything, he left because he wanted to and he didn't even tell me in time to look for another place. Brad is all yours, I don't want to touch him even with a two metre long stick" you spat, raising your voice. “I guess he didn’t tell you what he tried to do to me against my will but if I were you, I’d be repulsed just to let him touch me”.

The familiar sting of the tears flooding your eyes made itself present, as well as the warmth of rage taking over your senses after remembering everything that had happened with Brad in the last months. And behind all of that, a deep sadness.

“You are lying,” she said, her voice a little unsure.

You shook your head once more. “I don’t have a single reason to lie to you, and don’t put your hands on me again.”

“What’s going on?” both of you turned to see Brad standing there, he fixed his sunken eyes on you. “Y/N, you are here”. The colourful lights made him look like something taken out of your worst nightmares.

“Not for much longer” you whispered, trying to get away from them. When he attempted to grab you, you screamed at him, the tears finally rolling down your cheeks. “No!”

He stopped in place, seemingly startled. Without looking back, you ran into the crowd searching for Olivia. It didn’t take you long to find her making out with a guy. You stood next to them awkwardly, not wanting to interrupt and waiting for them to finish. When she noticed you standing there, she pushed the guy’s face away and held you by your shoulders.

“Did something happen? What’s wrong?” Despite her slight drunkenness, she seemed concerned. Olivia wiped away your tears with her thumbs, trying to fix your makeup a little. "You look like a sad panda bear."

This made you cry harder, you leaned into her and clenched her dress in your fists as she hugged you back. The guy whom she was kissing started to complain but she just rolled her eyes and ignored him.

“I’m going home, Oli. I don’t want to be here anymore, I’m sorry.”

She let out a disappointed sound. “I would like to stay longer, do you mind if I don’t go back with you?” Olivia knew what you thought about leaving others alone at parties, moreover if they were a young woman and alcohol was involved.

You sniffed. “Are you going to be okay?”

This made her giggle. “You are the one who came out of nowhere crying and you ask me if I’ll be okay?” She looked at the guy sideways and bit her lip, leaning over your ear, “I think I have it under control, don’t worry Y/N.”

After that, you texted Cillian to come and pick you up. In the meanwhile, Olivia and the guy, who ended up being quite nice, waited with you in the street as you summarised your encounter with Brad and Martha. They reminded you of two guardian dogs making sure that no one bothered you. When Cillian’s car came into view, you turned to your best friend and hugged her.

“I’m sorry for making you come tonight, Y/N. I had forgotten that Brad’s girlfriend was in my class, if I had known that he was going to be here tonight…”

You stopped her, placing a hand on her arm. “You are not the one who needs to apologise, Olivia. Enjoy the rest of the night, alright?”

“Yeah, you too. Don’t overthink too much.”

Getting into Cillian’s car felt like being in a safe space, it was warm and smelled so clean… you let yourself sink into the seat after putting on the seatbelt, all of that without saying a word to him. Something you liked about Cillian was the fact that he was so perceptive, when you didn’t feel like talking, he would give you space to let you vent at the right time, when you were ready.

He had seen the makeup running down your face mixed with tears and it made him worry but he didn’t want to worsen your mood or make you feel even more uncomfortable. So he placed his hand on your thigh and gave you a little squeeze just to let you know that he was there for you. You didn't think you'd be able to look at him without crying again, so without taking your eyes away from the window, you caressed his hand as if you were saying I know.

The drive back to his house was quiet. The moment he opened the door you rushed to the bedroom and ripped your fancy dress off, as well as your heels and makeup. Cillian waited, leaning on the door frame, carefully watching every move you made. When you were changed into your pyjamas he wrapped you in his arms, pulling you up until your feet didn’t touch the floor anymore and carried you to bed.

He placed you gently on the mattress before lying next to you. “Should I ask about the party?” he asked softly, his voice no louder than a whisper. You shook your head. “Okay, I won’t do it then.”

After some time you had calmed down enough, so you asked quietly. “Cillian, do you think I am a whore?”

He grabbed your face and made you look at him, inspecting your wet eyes. He seemed annoyed, not at you but at whoever who had made you think such a thing of yourself.

“Of course not. Who called you that?”

You shook your head again, with silent tears rolling down your cheeks. Cillian wiped them before they reached the pillow. “Nobody, it doesn’t matter anyway. Can you just hold me?”

He did, cradling the back of your head with the palm of his hand as you buried your face in the crock of his neck. He left tiny soft kisses on your hair while humming softly until you fell into a pleasant dream. Cillian was your safe place, as long as you had him there, nothing could harm you.

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy x y/n #cillian murphy fanfiction #teacher x student #alternate universe #cillian murphy x fem!reader #cillian murphy imagine #reader insert #soleilceirinen writes #renaissance

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Accidentally In Love (Chapter 2)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x FemaleOC

Warnings: Potentially lethal levels of fluffiness right now, potential for smut later. A little blood, canon levels of violence potentially. Plus size female OC, body descriptions.

Rating: PG-13 (right now for language, but look for this to change)

WC: 2600-ish.

Summary:

Echo's living a normal life in NYC, a 911 dispatcher, the most excitement she gets is from the calls she takes. And then love comes crashing in one day when she's riding her bike through Central Park.

Steve and Bucky weren't looking for anything on their daily run around the park besides fresh air and exercise. The streak of purple eye candy on a bike that lapped them pretty regularly was a nice addition but not mandatory, at least until some impromptu roughhousing results in some civilian casualties in the form of the most beautiful woman either of them had seen in a long, long time.

A/N: AU, Post CACW, Bucky’s Chill and we have always lived in the Tower. Just call this a throwback to the found family, everyone lives in Stark Tower fics.

This is supposed to be a super-fluffy love story. Still undecided if I'm gonna keep this one going but posting now for giggles and grins. It's got some CSI:NY characters crossing over because why not.

I'm just messing about and playing in my WIPs folder. Not Beta'd: we die like men! (honestly, I tried but if you catch something I missed, let me know)

Chapter 2

Blinking, Echo arrived back on the current plain of consciousness in a very bright room that smelled vaguely of antiseptic and orange slices. Blinking, she groaned a little as she took in her varying pains that hadn’t been evident before, including the stiffness in the elbow where her IV was installed.

“There she is.”

She turned her head toward a voice she recognized very well. Lindsey Messer, Danny’s wife and her friend from the job and her building, sat at her bedside holding her hand. In her pants suit and fuschia blouse, wearing her work badge, it was clear the tiny blonde had come straight from the crime lab. “Hey Linds. I hope Danny didn’t make you worry. I’m fine. My head’s too hard for any lasting damage.”

The blonde snorted and slid a plastic cup with a straw in it over to her. “That’s what I told them.”

It was good to know her friend had her back. “What am I doing here?”

“They said you had a concussion and lost consciousness at the scene. Apparently you hit your head when you went into the stream by the bridge. Plus you got some stitches in your nose and chin and have a hairline fracture in your wrist.”

“Oh.” It was so much worse than she feared. Looking down at her wrist she saw the bandage and closed her eyes on a sigh. “Well, this sucks.”

“It does,” Lindsey agreed. “It seems you have some interesting friends, though.”

Echo sipped her cup of water as she mulled over the strange transition. “We have the same friends, Linds.” Working in law enforcement made for a large extended, and occasionally dysfunctional, family, and since they hung out together, the majority of the people in their lives were shared friends and acquaintances.

“Funny, because I don't remember you bringing those two superheroes you crashed into on the bike path today out for drinks with us.” She leaned back in the chair, looking nonchalant as she pulled a bottle of water from her purse to sip.

Superheroes? What? “What are you talking about?” Shifting to sit up further in bed, she found herself tired and reclining back on the pillows behind her. She had one thing she wanted to make clear, though. “And I didn't crash into anyone. I ditched out so I wouldn't crash into anyone.”

Lindsay smiled slyly. “You’re too nice, that’s why you crashed.”

Looking around to make sure there were no little ears to overhear she snarked at her friend, “Vaffanculo,” complete with the associated hand gesture.

Of course that's the moment when Danny decided to come into the room carrying a bottle of water and some white daisies he laid on the table next to her drink. “Ay, yo! You kiss your mother with that mouth?” he asked with his ever present grin. He’d clearly cleaned up and changed into one of his signature tight t-shirts and jeans. He made hipster chic look good with his wire-rim glasses and skinny jeans.

Rolling her eyes hurt but she did it anyway. “Whatever, Danny. When do I get outta here?”

The thin man winced and pushed his glasses up his nose. “Well, see that's the problem. Both the girls have ear infections, and they’re with my mom right now, but there's nobody to look after them for us, so we can look after you. And well unfortunately, between us and Flack, Donnie is going outta town with Trish for the weekend. So the docs wanna keep you overnight.”

“But…” she whined pitifully. The idea of spending the night alone in the hospital sounded as appealing as shaving her legs with a dull razor and lemonade shaving cream.

Lindsey’s lips twitched. “You know we have toddlers, right? We’re immune to such things,” she laughed.

Lower lip in full pout, she replied, “And that's just unfair.” Echo reached onto the table and then rummaged around in the sheets over her before reaching into her bloodstained bra and the pockets of her bike shorts. “Where's my phone?” Surely she could find someone to look after her at her place so she didn’t have to stay in the hospital.

Danny cringed as he grabbed the other visitor’s seat in the room. “Yeah, about that... your phone’s out getting fixed right now. Unfortunately it and your sunglasses met the creek bed and experienced a similar fate as you.”

“Oh no.” She winced and reached up to touch the bridge of her nose involuntarily as her hopes for escape dwindled in front of her. “This is bad.”

He nodded, conceding her point. “Yeah, yeah it is, kiddo.”

“So, I have to stay.” It was a statement of resignation more than anything and she was beyond displeased, but knew two things: first, this wasn’t her friends’ fault, and second, she couldn’t do anything about this.

“Unfortunately.” Messer nodded again. Seeing her dejected expression, he rushed to assure her, “Just for tonight though. They’ll let you go in the morning. Hopefully your phone will be back here by then, good as new.”

“Wait…” Her mind was still a little fuzzy, but Echo was pretty clear that phone insurance wasn’t nearly that prompt. “Who's got my phone?”

Lindsay looked at Danny with a pointy glare. “You didn't tell her?”

“She just woke up! You were here!” Danny held out a hand hoping to show that he was unarmed and not one to take her fire. He pulled the chair over to the bed to be closer to Echo. “Do you remember the two guys you crashed into?”

“I didn't crash,” she corrected, rolling her eyes coming much easier this time.

“Your face and bike would disagree,” he supplied diplomatically, with only the barest hint of a grin.

“Whatever.”

His eyes narrowed as he looked at her, assessing. “You really don’t remember?”

Shaking her head hurt, but she tried anyway. “Help me out here, Messer. I got nothin’.” She had vague recollections of the two hot guys from the path, but considering she saw them daily, those were not memories she trusted. “Were those the ones you and Flack had your guns on?”

Lindsay's eyes grew very large and she pinned Danny down with a very pointed glare. “You had your gun on Captain America and Sergeant Barnes?”

“It was a very fluid situation,” he gritted out through his clenched jaw. “It took a minute to get it all untangled.”

“I'm sorry, what?” The headache that had been dancing around the edge of her vision grew to full force causing her to rub her face. “What? That doesn't even make sense.” How in the fried fuck did the fricking Avengers figure into this? “How—? What—? I don’t understand—”

Danny cringed at her questions and pushed to his feet. “Well I think we've done enough damage here. Linds will get the girls and we'll see you tomorrow morning.”

Echo’s eyes popped open as she reached for him when he stepped away to put the chair back. “Wait! No! You don't get to just drop a bomb and leave like that.”

Likely attracted by her beeping monitor, the nurse came in to see her blood pressure spiking. “You have to go now. The patient needs her rest.”

Lindsey and Danny leaned over for quick hugs before heading toward the door. “This will make sense in the morning, E, okay? You’ll be fine,” he assured her.

She whined again, dropping her head into the pillows. “Okay. I'll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, you will,” he replied with his trademark toothy grin.

Right before he and Lindsey walked out the door, she asked, “Hey, who has my bike?”

“Hopefully that’ll be here with your phone.”

The way Danny’s smile turned secretive before the nurse closed the door was concerning, but her head hurt too badly to really give it too much thought. Honestly, she was tired again and since it seemed she had nowhere else to be, she figured it was a good moment to take a nap.

“We should have brought the bike up.”

“And put it where, genius? In the hallway where it’d just be in the way? In here? It’s a hospital, not a subway platform.”

“I just think—”

“And that’s your problem right there, Stevie.”

“I just don’t want her to think we took it or anything.”

“Steve. Really. Come down off the cross; we need the wood.”

Echo woke to the sound of grumbled whispers and some sort of mechanical noise. Her dark eyes opened to the overly bright room, only to slam shut again at the vision before her. It was clearly a concussion-generated hallucination, because there, seated at her bedside were the two sexy mofos from the bike trail. A flimsy wisp of a memory danced across her mind of the blond one fetching her from the creek by picking her up, but… that wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be; she was too heavy for that. She hadn’t been picked up since childhood, and certainly was not one to invite the casual touch of strangers.

Cracking her eyes open the barest hint, she watched the two men, giants, both of them, arguing back and forth softly beside her. She’d never given thought to their size before beyond their muscles, considering her bike gave her a height advantage, but damn if they weren’t enormous, still dressed in their too-tight t-shirts and jeans that encased their thighs closer than clingwrap.

Her soft whimper at the sight brought their argument to a halt as both of them reached for her hand.

“Hey, beautiful,” the longhaired one greeted her with a soft smile as he delicately touched her fingers. His own fingers were cold, and when she looked to see why, it appeared they were made of some kind of metal. In her mind, she’d always assumed it had been some kind of tattoo when she’d seen him in passing, so the metal was a bit of a shock.

“Howya feelin’, sweetheart?” the blond one asked as he laid his hand over her same wrist.

She closed her eyes for a moment, just absorbing the absurdity of this moment. “Best. Hallucination. Ever.”

Her eyes snapped open at a bark of laughter followed by the mostly silent wheezing giggles that overtook Hotness 2. He threw his head back, shaking out his unbound hair in full chortle, a bubbly infectious sound that made her feel like she’d been infused with sunshine. The way his nose crinkled made her want to hug the hell outta him.

“Babydoll,” he choked out as he brushed away tears from his cheeks before patting her knee with a warm smile. “We’re as real as it gets. I promise.”

Blondie’s grin at his friend was a mix of affection and unruffled resignation. “Ignore Chuckles over there. How are you feelin’?”

“I’d feel better if I knew who you were,” she said softly. It was a strange feeling, a sensation of familiarity and absolutely no idea why she might know them. Not that she didn’t appreciate the attention, but it was disconcerting that they seemed to know her and she had no active memory of them beyond their occasional encounters on the trails and paths in Central Park.

“I’m James and this is Ste—Wait, you really don’t remember us?” The brunet went from amused to stricken in a breath when she shook her head, his free hand—it was a metal hand—scrubbing down his face and pulling his features taut before clapping his hands. “Right then. I’m James—my friends call me Bucky, and this is Steve. I ran into you on the trail yesterday.”

Eyes rolled to the ceiling, the giant blond then directed an annoyed glare at his compatriot before folding her hand in both of his massive paws. “What Buck means is he ran into you on the bike path. By the Glen Span bridge.”

“Oh! Jeez!” Thinking back, all she could see in her mind was the blue shirt and then everything goes kind of hazy until… “Guns? My friends had their guns on you?”

They both held their hands up, shaking their heads. “A misunderstanding. It all got sorted out pretty quickly, despite Smartass over here trying to get us killed,” James grumbled in Steve’s direction, even as a smirk curled around the corners of his mouth.

The blond winced at his friend’s description of the events but didn’t correct him. “Anyway, we wanted to come and apologize for all the upheaval we caused for you.”

“And your stitches and things,” the brunet added as he tucked his long bangs behind his ears. Looking down in his lap, he jerked as he noticed the bag by his feet. It was purple and glittery and had tissue paper sticking out of the top and he pushed it into her hands like it may be virulently contagious. “Here. From us.”

Immediately suspicious, Echo held the bag at arm’s length. “Okay? What is it?”

Steve rolled his eyes with a little huff of impatience. “Telling you ruins the surprise. We went to the trouble of wrapping ‘em—”

“Well, Wanda did,” Buck leaned over to stage-whisper conspiratorially.

“We went to the trouble of having ‘em wrapped,” the blond corrected with an impatient glare at his friend, “so open it.”

A little embarrassed at having their eager eyes track her every move, she dug past the mountain of glittery paper to pull out a shrink-wrapped, brand new Stark Phone in the signature red and gold box which she set on the bed next to her. Everything about this situation was so goddamn weird, it was hard to make all the pieces fit together in her head with any kind of coherence.

“Tony promised me he got all your stuff transferred over,” Steve offered eagerly as he poked the box a little closer to her.

“Pictures and things,” Buck clarified over his friend’s shoulder. They both seemed greatly invested in her taking the gift.

She held the box up in one hand while pawing through the bag with the other. “Okay?” Her fingers brushed against another box, this one textured and obviously expensive cardboard and almost as hefty as her phone box.

Echo’s eyes widened as she pulled out the black box with the distinctive gold writing on it. “Is this…?” she trailed off as she observed the two men closely. Steve nodded encouragingly, so she opened it, almost afraid of what could be inside. Inside was a hard leather case, with gold lettering that matched the exterior box. “You got me Versace sunglasses?” She couldn’t decide if she was happy or mildly horrified.

The blond nodded vigorously. “Yeah, yours were in pieces from where I stepped on them getting out of the water.” His cheeks flushed as he looked more than a little ashamed. “Tony assured me that you’d be okay with the replacement.”

“Stevie’s underselling it. Stark said you’d appreciate the upgrade.”

Upgrade? Shit… she was a city employee and made nowhere near the kind of money that this pair of sunglasses cost. They were likely more expensive than all the clothes in her closet. “I… thank you?”

“Here.” James nodded at the bag next to her. “There’s more in there.”

At the expectant looks on their faces, she set the black box aside and turned her attention to the bright yellow envelope just inside the bag. “‘Sorry we broke your stuff, please accept these replacements with our humblest apologies,’” she read, wary of their hopeful expressions when she finished. “'Replacements?' Plural? There’s more?”

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All Eyes Lead to the Truth | Mind's Eye (5x16)

I hate the way you see me.

Sometimes it feels like everyone sees her the same way. Helpless. Weak. Pathetic. She doesn’t see bright light, she doesn’t see blackness. Only nothingness. People seem to think her lack of vision inhibits her; that without it, she’s unable to see.

But Marty sees plenty.

She sees it every day: pity, impatience, even revulsion, like she’s something abhorrent. Something inhuman. And after twenty-nine years, she’s sick and tired of it.

She’s lived her entire life putting up with the way others view her, but Marty knows the truth: that she is just as capable as anyone else. She’s traversed certain pathways in her life enough times to know them by heart. Three steps forward inside the lobby and seven steps to the left will always get her to her building’s staircase, without fail. Twelve stairs, then two right turns will get her to her front door. And when she gets there, she can access an entirely new set of muscle memories to get her through the rest of her daily routine. She gets by just fine, thank you very much.

Her blindness isn’t the issue, not for Marty. But she still feels trapped. She’s been imprisoned for as long as she can remember, and for her entire life, she’s come to accept it’s where she will always be. But that acceptance doesn’t lessen her yearning to escape.

Her imprisonment doesn’t come from her lack of sight. It comes from her experience of life in a cell through the eyes of another: a stranger, or so she’s thought all these years. An ex-con who had finally been released into the world again, only to unknowingly share with Marty all the horrible things he’s done.

Her father.

She should’ve expected such cruel irony: that the very man who gave her life is the one ruining it.

She could be more helpful to the police, if she really wanted to. Finding the murderer of some loser drug dealer really doesn’t seem worth making an ass of herself, though. Maybe it’s better if they think she did it. Marty’s had it tough enough defending her own independence, her own worth. Getting someone, any one to believe she’s seeing through the eyes of another person would be impossible.

At least, that’s what she’s thought until now.

You didn’t do it. And I’m not gonna let this happen.

Do you hear me, Marty?

Agent Mulder understood her right away. She didn’t really get it at first, the way he seemed to want to let her off the hook because he felt sorry for her. But that wasn’t it. He’d been testing her. He wanted to let her off the hook because he genuinely believed she was innocent, which was more than she could say for Pennock and his cronies.

Agent Mulder is the one who convinces her to help. He’s probably the only one who can. And she does want to stop Gotts. Watching that poor woman’s demise isn’t something she ever wants to relive.

But Agent Mulder is still basically just another cop, after all. If she lets him take over, he’ll put Gotts in prison.

And that means he’ll put Marty back in prison, whether he means to or not.

She cannot allow that.

As you lost one sense… you gained another.

He can talk all he wants about this power she’s gained. She wants no part of it. She never has. She’s lost far too much.

When she pulls the trigger, the images finally disappear. And even though she’s being led away in handcuffs, she doesn’t mind at all.

It’s control, finally. It’s freedom.

She is free.

She can’t see Agent Mulder in the room, of course, but she now can recognize his energy. She can sense his presence as she’s taken away. And she can sense it again when she’s tried and sentenced. Never judging, but quiet, observing. Seeing.

Surely Agent Mulder will approach the judge on her behalf, make a plea for leniency. She knows this because he’s a good man, a kind man. Someone who understands that a black and white world has many shades of gray whether or not a person can see them. But she doesn’t want special treatment. She’s killed a man in cold blood; she will face the consequences like any other human being. And she knows that Agent Mulder will understand that, too.

He’ll visit her soon, in prison. She can feel it. And this time, she’ll be pleased he’s come. Because for the first time in her life, even after all she’s lost, she’s gained something even greater: someone who sees her the way she wants to be seen.

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Hii I was wondering if by any chance you can write a one shot of admiral fujitora with a reader who's in her early 30s who happens to be in a relationship with Issho fujitora. The reader happens to find out she's pregnant with his baby. The reader doesn't know how to tell him so she kinda lets time slip by and is actually scared since he can't really see she decides to kinda distend herself from him whenever he tries to hug her or any physical contact with her which to him he thinks that maybe the reader doesn't want anything to do with him anymore so one afternoon when the reader gets home from a daily checkup which of course lying to him about going to a grocery store. He decides to pack his bags including everything he owns and since he is older than her thats he's first thought the somewhat age gap between them. So when the reader gets home and sees him packing his things its then when she finally decided to break down including the physical contact. She leads his hand with hers towards her belly and feels the small bump forming and thats when he everything gets revealed.

I really enjoyed writing this! Hope you like it!💛

Fujitora🐅 x Reader

It wasn’t uncommon for Y/N to get a date with handsome and influential people but this time, she had caught the eye of Fujitora. He was pretty shy about it at first and would ask her to have some soba with him at lunch so they could talk and he could get to know her better.

“Off to see Y/N again? Can I come?”, Ryokugyu asked with a smile as he watched his friend make their way out of HQ, “…no, because it’s a private lunch with her…and you’re a womanizer so there’s no way I want her thinking I’m the same too despite us being friends!”, Issho would say quickly before hurrying off, “Hey that’s mean!”, Ryokugyu said as he watched his friend, “Fine fine, have fun and actually confess your love this time!”.

Fujitora would blush at this, he knew it was about time too and he would love for them to take it to the next level but the ball was in her court.

Once him and Y/N met up and got a table, he would ask the usual questions like how was their day and if they had any plans for later on. He was an attentive listener and barely ever spoke about himself.

When he confessed his love and she reciprocated his feelings, he was overjoyed and immediately asked if she’d like to move in with him as he didn’t see a reason as to why this would be too soon.

After a few months of living together and growing closer, Y/N would experience symptoms that she has never felt before but didn’t want to worry Issho so instead she talked to her mom about it and was suggested to visit a doctor to just rule out if it was anything serious. Oh…and it was.

She found out she was pregnant with Isshos’s baby…even though the news was so exciting to her but she had never really had the conversation with him about having children and now…she was already pregnant.

Of course, being in her 30s and establishing herself well into her career, she could take care of the baby and herself. Her family was also very supportive of her regardless of whether or not Issho was in the picture.

She did notice that all the admirals were single and didn’t have children or that she knew of…so perhaps there was law or they just wanted to make sure no one was linked to them in order to prevent any harm coming forth towards their loved ones. This broke her heart as she wanted to share the joy of being pregnant with her beloved, Issho…but what if he truly couldn’t be in the child’s life or didn’t want the child to begin with?

Her solution was to try and make sure he didn’t really have the change to feel her growing bump until she found a way to break the news to him and dodging her way out of being intimate with him. Of course, this put a strain on their relationship as they were from being so close to now having a wall between them that both of them were well too aware of.

“…she’s been acting distant…I don’t know what I did wrong…”, Issho said to Ryokugyu as he sipped his tea, “…maybe this job is becoming too much for her to handle…me always being away or even the age gap”.

“Don’t be like that…she’s mature, you said it yourself… maybe she just needs some space…I mean she was independent and living her best life to now pretty much being your wife…it’s a major change for her…shit..it’s a major change for anyone regardless of gender”, Ryokugyu said as he smoked a cigarette, “…give her some space and come stay with me for a week or so…”.

Fujitora looked thoughtful for a moment or so before nodding, “….maybe that’s a good idea”, he said with a sigh.

Y/N went for her check up appointment to see if everything was going well with the baby and if her health was also okay…thankfully it was. She’d make her way to the grocery and pick up a few things as she did say that’s where she’d be going before coming home.

“Love, I’m home…I was thinking of making some home made soba since I haven’t in such a long time…”, she said as she dropped the groceries on the countertop in the kitchen and then walked around to find Issho in the bedroom packing his clothes, “…leaving for a mission?”, she asked as she knew this happened from time to time.

“No…not this time…”, he said gently as he took a seat on the bed, “…I think maybe I should give you some space for a while since you’ve been distant…I will be at Ryokugyu’s home for a little while”.

Y/N was a hurt by this but what did she expect with how she had been behaving? Anyone would get the vibe that they didn’t want them around. It was the time to tell him what has been really going on with her.

“…love, I know this has all been me causing us to drift away and I just didn’t know how to tell you what’s been happening to me lately as I feared you might not want to be part of my life anymore “, she said as she took his hand and placed it on her little belly, “…I’m pregnant “.

His eyes widened at the realization of her words and now feeling her little belly, he couldn’t believe it…he was going to be a father, “…were you scared I wouldn’t want to be a father to our child?”, he asked gently as he brought her to sit on his lap as he held her close to him, his hand never leaving her belly.

“Yes, we never really spoke about kids…and I thought it was because you didn’t want it so I pushed you away with not letting you touch me so that you wouldn’t discover what was going on”, she said as tears fell down her cheeks, “I’m so sorry…I just… I didn’t want to lose you…but I know I hurt you in some way”.

“I forgive you…but let us not dwell on this anymore as it will stress the baby and I want you both to be healthy…I will be here no matter what and I will protect you both…”, he said with a smile as he nuzzled her lovingly before giving her some kisses, “…I love you and our child very much…no more secrets”

“….no more secrets”, she said before giving him another kiss.

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Bend Til We Break - Chapter 12

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~2 Months Later~

I’ve known about my pregnancy for a little over two months now. It’s November 7th which means I am exactly 23 weeks. 5 months and I have finally been able to tell some people. My parents took it quite well. I did leave out the part about Quinn and I breaking up, because I thought maybe I should only give them 1 piece of shitty news at a time. Quinn told Josh and he took it quite well, Josh called me right after Quinn told him to check up on me. Both Josh and Ellen give me daily check up calls, since I don’t talk to Quinn.

I find myself scrolling though Quinn’s Instagram. I find it crazy how different our lives look on here compared to how we actually are living right now. Over 100,000 people believe Quinn and I are in this happy beautiful relationship, but we aren’t even close.

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yourusername can’t believe it’s almost over 😭

yourusername Best summer with you 💕

Trevorzegras nail guns

joshnorris10 This is just a big Y/n appreciation post

Fan8907 Y/n is so cute!

The last post from Quinn. He posted that the day I found out I was pregnant. A day before my whole world came crashing down on me. The day we ended. I keep scrolling until I’m down to the Michigan days.

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jackhughes you guys sure act like just pals

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I start to tear up looking at the picture. I think back to that day. It was Quinn’s bday and we were just leaving his house to drive around the outskirts of town, just us. Memories of the old us come flooding back and it hurts. I start to cry, finally putting my phone down when I hear a knock at the door.

I make my way over wiping the tears as I go and open the door. “Quinn” I say then sniffle, “What are you doing here?”

“Can I come in? I just want to talk” he says

“Come in” I say moving from the door so he can come in, “let’s sit on the couch” I say following behind him as he sits. I sit on the same couch but on the other side.

“Are you okay?” he says concerned as he can see I was crying under better light

“I’m fine Quinn. Why are you here?”

“Because I want this baby’s life” Quinn says, “Ideally with you, b-”

“No Quinn, not with me. You-” I interrupt but he interrupts me back

“Let me finish. I want in this baby’s life, our baby’s life. Ideally with you BUT, even as your friend. Being friends is going to be weird and it’s weird for me to even say this out loud, but I will do whatever to be in this baby’s life, and your life” he says and I start to cry a little

“I’m sorry, I’m just really emotional” I say laughing through my tears

“But will I’m here. I need to tell you this so please just wait for me to finish” he starts and I bring my knees to my chest expecting to have my heart demolished by whatever he is going to say. “I love you. What I did was unforgivable, and I chose to run from you than to just tell you. That night was my biggest mistake that I have ever made. Last summer meant nothing. `I really never thought I’d ever see you again, I know that sounds stupid, but she told me you guys didn’t really talk at all. I never wanted to hurt you, and by brushing it off I just made things worse. When I saw you that morning, I felt like I was given a second chance because that love I have for you never went away. You looked so beautiful that day and I knew I had to fight to get you back. This time is different, I know that. But this time I will fight to be in his or her life. She deserves a father. And you, you deserve the whole world” he says. I have my head in my lap as I hug my knees. I feel the couch dip beside me as Quinn wraps his arms around me.

“Why Quinn?” I cry as I let my legs fall out of my gasp and lay my head on his shoulder, “How did it happen? Is there anything else I don’t know?”

“I was drunk and stupid, any actual thought I had in my head that night was gone. I was going to tell you but I felt like things were starting to fall back the way they use to be” he says

“Like they used to be?” I say lifting my head off his shoulder and he takes his arms back from around me, “You cheated… Why would you want to go back to that?”

“That’s not what I meant, I meant the way I felt when I was with you. This time it was stronger though because I’ve grown up since then, I know exactly how much I am in love with you”

“Did you cheat on me the second time around?” I ask looking down at my feet, I didn’t know if I wanted to hear the answer.

“No. There isn’t anyone else in the world I even thought about other than you” he says grabbing my hand. I don’t pull it away but I don’t squeeze his back either. “Y/n, please let me father my child”

“Children” I say and Quinn looks at me confused before a smile starts to form on his face

“Twins?” he asks with a smile

“A boy and a girl” I say finally looking at him to see his watery eyes. Quinn takes his hand back and hugs me as we sit on the couch, and I hug him back. When we let go, I look at him “I’ve known for 2 weeks but haven’t told anyone yet, I didn’t know how I wanted to reveal it”

“We are having twins” Quinn says to himself, “holy fuck”

“Quinn, we can try the friends thing. They are going to need their father, most of all I’m going to need their father”

“Of course, I’m here bab- Y/n” Quinn slips over the excitement he is feeling.

“And Quinn, don’t fuck this up. Please for them” I say and Quinn nods

“I gotta call my mom” Quinn says pulling his phone out

“Wait, I want to do a gender reveal for them”

“Okay” Quinn smiles.

Note: A LOT more to come :-)

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Gonna Be Trouble (Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Fem!Reader) Part 5

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Back in college you thought you’d be able to live your normal life without thinking of Jake, that you could just slip back into your daily routine as if the airshow never happened.

But you weren’t that strong. Instead you found yourself wondering what could have been every. Second. Of. every. Day.

He was eating you up, and he didn’t even know. Well he probably knew, cause all you talked to Gabby about was how much you missed him. And what Gabby didn’t let you know was that she was also hearing constant complaints and questions from Hangman about you.

She had grown to be one of your closest friends, and now that she was engaged to Rooster and their wedding was fast approaching, you and she were on facetime almost every night picking out fabrics and dresses and decorations.

“What do you think about this dress?” Gabby asked, holding the phone up to a picture of the most beautiful flowy white dress you had ever seen.

“Gabby oh my god that’s stunning, you’re gonna look so beautiful!” You squealed, begging her to show you her huge turquoise engagement ring that fit her personality so well.

“Aww thanks y/n. I’m so excited for you to come down here for the celebration! I know it's just gonna be small and more of a get together, but it really means a lot to me that you're making the trek down” Gabby said sincerely, her tone changing drastically to taunting with her next phrase, “and I know I'm not the only one who thinks soooo”

“Gabby, if you're trying to get me to ask if Jake is gonna be there, I’m not going to. This is about you, ma’am, we're not talking about my failing love life right now,” you reprimanded her.

“Oh please, like that's not the one thing you've been dying to ask this entire call.”

“Nope.” You lied.

“Okay fine if you're not gonna ask it, I'm just gonna say it. Jake’s gonna be there and I know that he’s gonna be in his sexy little dress whites and that he's going to be extremely happy to see you,” Gabby teased

“Gabby, I doubt he wants to see me after everything I did. I was such an idiot.”

“Yeah you were, and so was he, and if I saw you before you left I would have hit you with my shoe…but that's what this is all about, this is your chance to make things right with him”

“Gabby! We are not talking about me! We literally called to plan your wedding and all we've accomplished is digging up the shitty past, so can we please go back to looking at your dress?”

Gabby finally gave in and went back to showing you her plans, explaining she and Rooster wanted something small and just friends and family. She said it'd be held at a bar owned by Rooster’s godfather's girlfriend called The Hard Deck (cute name, you thought), and that the actual wedding ceremony aspect would be kept to a minimum.

With the wedding date just two weeks away, you began emailing professors about your absence, getting your apartment ready, and finishing up any assignments that needed to be submitted so you didn't have to think about them on your trip. And, of course, you had picked out a beautiful golden orange satin sundress to wear to the wedding. It had spaghetti strap sleeves and a scooping neckline which showed a little bit of cleavage, and it cut off just below the knee, with a small slit up the left side. Gabby assured you that orange was the favorite color of a certain aviator, and that this dress would drive him absolutely insane…not that that was your goal or anything.

–

Gabby had welcomed you to San Diego with open arms, volunteering Rooster to drive her to pick you up at the airport. The entire car ride to their house you talked about the wedding and your term at college, and Rooster even chimed in here and there to offer a comment about recent happenings on base. The couple had hinted at Jake a few times, but you quickly shut down the topic, earning a few sassy stares from Gabby.

Once you got to their house, a quaint on-base 2 story home painted blue and white with a decently sized backyard, Gabby showed you to your room and left you to get settled.

Downstairs, Rooster pulled his wife-to-be aside.

“Gabby, sweetheart, I know she's your friend, but why is she staying in our house during our wedding? Isn't this meant to be about us getting time to ourselves?” Rooster questioned, gesturing awkwardly to his wife.

Gabby swung her arms up around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss, pulling away to explain that “she’ll be staying at Hangman’s tomorrow night at the latest, I can guarantee you that”

“And what if she's not?” Rooster asked his fiancée, brushing her hair behind her ear

“Then I guess I’ll just have to make it up to you Bradshaw,” Gabby said seductively.

“What's that supposed to mean, future Bradshaw?”

“You'll see soon enough,” Gabby smirked as she retreated from her fiancee to go check on her friend upstairs, earning a teasing pinch on the ass from Rooster as she walked away.

Gabby plopped down on your bed as soon as she walked in, sighing deeply and staring up at the ceiling.

“You excited? Nervous?” You asked her while digging through the small suitcase you brought in search of a hairbrush

“Bit of both, mostly excited though. He's the love of my life, but I can't say I’m not worried about that poor white boy spending the rest of his life with me, cause once he's in I'm not letting him out.” Gabby chuckled

“Gabby, he's one of the best pilots in the navy, I’m sure he'll be able to handle you. He's done it for this long,” you giggled with her

“Yeah but marrying a Latina is different than just dating one, y/n, he's in for it I swear,”

Gabby laughed with you as you continued to struggle to find your brush.

“For the love of god will you stop rummaging through there and gossip with me about Hangman,” Gabby pleaded, sitting up on the bed, “you've been here for like an hour and we haven't said a word about him”

“Ugh Gabby!” You pleaded, “what is there to say?”

“Have you talked to him? Has he reached out? Are you gonna hang out with him? When are you gonna fuck him again? You know, basic shit.”

“No, no, no, and who knows? Good enough for y'a?” You moved to sit up on the bed with her.

“Uh no not good enough.” Gabby looked straight at you, “y/n I’m getting married tomorrow and Jakes gonna be there, and so are you, and please for the love of god if you're gonna give me a wedding present, please make it you and Hangman making up” she pleaded

“We’ll see” you replied, nervous about seeing Jake again.

“You know what, I know you and that's the best I'm gonna get. Go shower and get some sleep, you look like shit” Gabby teased as she stood up from the bed and walked to the door of the room

“You're a bitch” you laughed

“No, I’m a Bradshaw” she replied smartly

“Same thing”

–

Mariachi music blaring, a disco ball spinning over a small wooden dance floor, and navy memorabilia scattered across every possible surface, the Hard Deck was exactly the location you pictured for Gabby and Roosters wedding. You had arrived early with the bride and groom and helped Gabby, Rooster, Maverick (who you learned was Rooster’s godfather), and Penny (Mavericks girlfriend and the owner of the bar) set up the final touches to the venue. After setting up, you, Gabby, and Penny snuck away to change into your dresses and do your makeup and hair. You opted for simple makeup and your hair down and curled, whereas Gabby was dressed in a flowy floor-length gown with a beautiful shawl across the chest. She looked stunning with her long dark hair down and curled at the ends, and her turquoise ring adding a pop of color to the whole ensemble.

You and Gabby lingered in back before the ceremony, waiting for the guests to arrive and Rooster to take his place at the altar which was set on the beach just below the deck of the bar. Once Penny gave you the all clear, you walked down the aisle throwing carnation petals all over the sand between the guests who sat on benches. There were probably 50 people there, it was a fairly small event, and your eyes, as much as you didn't want them to, scanned the crowd for Hangman. In the sea of white naval uniforms, he was kinda hard to pinpoint, but as you reached the altar, you noticed him sitting just in front of Bradley, an empty spot next to him…the only empty spot.

She’s clever.

Rooster shot you a wink from where he stood at the altar in his dress whites, giving you the spur of encouragement you needed to sit next to Hangman, who you hadn't dared to even make eye contact with yet.

Smoothing your dress, you sat down quietly next to him, still facing straight forward. You felt him begin to lean in and part his lips when everyone rose. You darted your eyes to his, meeting his piercing green stare for the first time in months, and all the feelings from before came rushing back to you. You stared at each other as you rose, only breaking it when Gabby finally reached the altar and joined her hands with Rooster, clearing her throat in a manner that seemed a little too obvious to not be directed at you two.

As the ceremony went on, Jake kept his shoulder pressed tightly against yours, and every once in a while you would catch him glancing over at you, but you kept your stare on your friend who was exchanging her vows with the love of her life. As they exchanged them, Jake’s gaze didn't leave the side of your face, his eyes roaming from your lips to your jaw to the curve of your nose and your beautiful eyes staring straight ahead. He knew you could feel his stare, but he didn't want you to look at him, he wanted to admire you and enjoy this moment. Enjoy his first time laying his eyes on you since the air show, and dream that maybe one day it would be him professing his vows to you, and maybe this was the first step in making that dream come true.

“You're staring cowboy” you whispered, still not looking at him

“I know Smalls, trust me I know,” his southern drawl sending shivers down your spine as he whispered back

“I missed you,” you croaked out, darting your gaze down to your lap where your hands were fiddling with the rings on your fingers.

“You have no idea. I-”

“I now pronounce you husband and wife” the officiant declared loudly, drowning out Jake and drawing your attention to Gabby and Rooster, who were now passionately kissing as the crowd clapped. Jake turned his attention to them and whistled, cheering on his best friend. You smiled watching them, and you couldn't help but imagine you and Jake in that same position.

As the sun set below the ocean, the crowd headed inside for dancing, drinks, and a taco bar provided by Penny. You mingled with the other pilots, including Phoenix who you had met at the air show. She introduced you to Payback, Coyote, Fanboy, and several other odd names that you would never remember. And after several tacos, several drinks, and a few bad rounds of karaoke with Rooster, you stepped outside to take a breather.

Close behind you was Jake. He had his eyes on you the whole night, hoping he could find a moment to get you alone, but never finding the right time. You were always either talking to someone or dancing or singing Great Balls of Fire with Rooster over and over again. Finally, he noticed your orange dress exiting the bar, and he saw his chance.

You stood with your back to the bar, arms draped over the fence of the deck, eyes scanning the ocean which was hardly illuminated by the moonlight above. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, trying to talk up the courage to go grab Jake and ask him to talk.

“Thinking about me I hope,” his cocky voice spoke from behind you

“Always am, flyboy,” you smirked as you turned around to face him, resting your back on the railing and spreading your arms out along it.

“I'd be lying if I said it's not the same case over here,” he said as he sauntered over, his white suit catching the moonlight

“Oh you mean that you're always thinking about yourself,” you teased, he let out a chuckle as he stopped about a foot in front of you

“You know what I mean y/n,” his tone was serious and his eyes were dark. They stared deep into your soul, letting you know that this was gonna be a serious talk, and that he meant business when it came to you. Jake had lost you once, and he had sworn to himself that he would never let you go again.

“Come here,” you said softly, holding out your hand for him. He grabbed it, and you pulled it around you as you turned around to face the ocean again. Jake wrapped his other arm around you so your back was flush against his chest, his hands laced with yours in front of you, and his chin resting on the top of your head.

The two of you stood there for what felt like hours, just breathing together and appreciating being in each other's arms once again.

“Honey, the first night I met you I told you I wasn't going anywhere for a long long time, do you remember that?” Jake asked into your hair as he held you from behind

“Yeah, I do.” You felt yourself becoming emotional. How had you read him so wrong? How had you let yourself believe that he didn't want you, that you were just a number and that all the things he said to you meant nothing?

“I’m pretty sure I was still inside you at that point too”

“Jake Seresin!” You squealed, turning around in his embrace so you could hit him on the chest. You let your hand linger on his peck, spreading your fingers out so you could gently grasp at the fabric of his dress whites. You stared at your fingers, fiddling with his medals as you spoke, “that night…you also told me I was it for you…and I told you that you were it for me too”

“Honey,” Jake interjected

“I meant it Jake,” you cut him off, looking up to finally meet his eyes. Eyes which were filled with the most guilt-inducing mix of love and wonder and pain.

“Jake, I'm so sorry. Leaving you after an experience like that was wrong, I don't know why I did it, but I regret every second of the past three months that I spent dreaming about what being with you would feel like instead of realizing I could have had it the whole time.” The tears were beginning to flow, and all Jake could do was pull you in tighter and try to compose himself as he heard the words he had been praying to hear for months.

“I've never felt as loved as I did by you that night. I mean, I had met you that morning and by the end of the day we were prancing around the air show like we had been together for years. And it felt like we had.” Jake wiped the tears from your cheeks, glaring down at you in disbelief, “And I don't know why I was too dumb to notice that it felt like that for a reason. Most people you meet don't just make you forget all your troubles, make you feel like you've known them for years, make you fall in love with them instantly…you feel like home, Jake. I'm never gonna lose you again, I can't.”

His eyes stayed locked on yours, threatening to overflow with tears if he looked away. His hands, which were resting on your waist, snaked up your back until they found the nape of your neck where he used his strong arms to pull your face towards his. His lips crashed into yours, welcoming you into the most passionate kiss of your life, full of desire and longing.

Your hands grabbed at the collar of his whites, pulling him closer, making your breaths shorter and your kisses more heated. Jake pulled away quickly, staring down at you and moving his hands to your cheeks, guiding you to look up at him.

“You're it for me…y/n.” He smiled that million dollar smile, causing you to blush and smile back at him.

“There it is, my favorite thing in the world.” He kissed your forehead.

“What?”

“You honey, and that damn smile of yours,” he pulled you in for a hug, you rested your head on his chest, “I knew you were gonna be trouble for me. I didn't think that'd mean three months of hell and driving Gabby insane with how much I asked about you…but it's all been worth it if it means I’ve got you now.”

“Oh my god you were constantly annoying Gabby too?” You pulled away from his chest to look up at him, giggling at the thought of what your friend has been going through.

“Only about every few hours. God she got so sick of me. The number of times she told me to just call you already, but for some reason I just couldn't believe you'd want to talk to me,” Jake chuckled.

“Jake, baby, I wish you had.” You stood up to peck him quickly on the lips, “but I’m all yours now…and we've got three months to make up for, Lieutenant…”

You played with the collar of his whites and bit your lip, looking up at him through hooded eyes. He looked down at you, raising his eyebrows.

“I think it's time we got out of here,” Jake moved his hand to your lower back and began ushering you towards the parking lot, the sound of feet stomping behind you causing you both to startle.

“Ohhh no you don't,” Gabby yelled, stepping out of the bar in her dress, “I did not play middleman for THREE months for you two idiots, and choreographed your meeting at my wedding, only for you to sneak out before the fun really starts.” She stood with her hands on her hips and her eyebrows raised, a pointed finger aiming towards the door, guiding you both inside.

Jake peeled away from you, hanging his head and walking into the bar, muttering a quiet “sorry Gabby” on his way in.

You couldn't help but giggle with Gabby as he walked in. As you passed her, she placed a hand on your shoulder, “about fucking time, y'all owe me one for real…and Bradley…he’s heard enough of it too”

“Gabby, I owe you my life,” you both giggled as you walked in and joined the party, finding your happy place nuzzled into Jake’s side with his arm around your shoulder as he mingled with his fellow aviators.

You were home.

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