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A Jealous Household | Connor Brashier

A/n: listen, I know it says y/n, but we all know it’s written about me, right? Okay, just wanna put that out there lol

Summary: Shawn and Brian want to have a party, but this party causes a few problems for Connor and y/n

Warnings: angst, underage drinking (for US standards, at least), pining

Word count: 7.5k, she’s a long one

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“You want to have a party? When?” Y/n asks, closing her book and setting it in her lap.

“This weekend,” Shawn nods. “And it won’t be a big thing, I promise. Maybe fifteen, twenty people.”

“Thirty or forty, max,” Brian interjects.

I can’t help but laugh at that, neither can she as she says. “You know we can’t even fit thirty or forty people in the condo, right?”

“I know that, but that’s why we’ll have some of them in the backyard too.”

“So what’s the party even for?” She asks, leaning into my side. On instinct, I wrap my arm around her shoulders.

They both shrug, “A house warming party? Does that still count if we’ve lived here for almost two months?” Shawn questions.

She shrugs, “I don’t know. I mean, I don’t see why we couldn’t have one. We just have to be considerate of our neighbors. And nobody’s allowed in my room. If there’s alcohol, I’m not chancing anyone going into my room for a sloppy fuck.”

Shawn laughs, “So your sloppy fuck is gonna be in Connor’s room then?”

I roll my eyes at the comment. Shawn and Brian love to tease me about my crush on y/n. They have since the beginning. Shawn’s taunts are light hearted, but they’re plentiful now that we all live together. Brian’s at times feel almost malicious. But Brian also isn’t aware that I still have a crush on her, he thinks the feeling has passed. It definitely hasn’t. If anything, being in such tight quarters with her at all times has made me like her even more. Watching her move so effortlessly around our home - seeing her do her nightly routine, watching her polish her nails every Sunday like clockwork. I have undeniably fallen even deeper in love with her in just these few short weeks we’ve lived together and it’s killing me.

It’s killing me because we still haven’t talked about what she said to me a couple weeks ago when we were falling asleep together. I don’t even know if she remembers saying what she did. And I could have misinterpreted her words, I mean, she was falling asleep, her words were slurring. I could have misunderstood. At least, that’s what I’ve been telling myself every time the memory pops into my head. Which is about six times a day for the past three weeks.

Y/n gasps and tosses her book at him, "Asshole!"

He laughs, picking the book up off the floor from where it ricocheted off his chest. "I'm kidding. Kidding. But it's cool?"

She shrugs, "Yeah, whatever. Go nuts."

"Yes!" Shawn pumps his fist in the air before high fiving Brian.

"We gotta get alcohol."

"Ah, wait. Before you two go broke buying drinks for the party, remember that we have bills to pay. So save us all a headache and make it BYOB."

Brian snaps and points at her with a click of his tongue. "This is why we keep you around."

She laughs, "Oh is that why?"

"Indeed," he nods.

"Okay, well can I have my book back, please?"

"Yeah, here," Shawn leans over the coffee table to hand it to her before disappearing to his room, Brian heading to the kitchen.

"What's wrong?" I ask, not looking up from my phone. I can sense that the wheels are turning in her head and she sighs dramatically.

"I don't remember which page I was on."

I force myself not to laugh. "243."

“Hmm?” She flips to that page and looks up at my side profile. “How’d you know that?”

I shrug, “I always memorize the page you’re on before you close the book, just in case.”

She smiles sheepishly and presses a kiss to my shoulder. “You’re cute,” she whispers before turning her attention back to the page in front of her and resting her head in the crook of my neck.

I squeeze her shoulder hoping she doesn’t look up and notice the growing blush on my cheeks, “You’re cuter.”

---

“Do you have any idea who’s coming to this?” Y/n asks as we move a cooler out to the backyard.

I shake my head, “Not really. I think Matt and his girlfriend, honestly, I have no idea. It’s Shawn, so there’s bound to be more people than we’re anticipating.”

“Lots of girls then.”

“Why do you say that?” I ask, setting the cooler down, providing her with my undivided attention (which she has always had).

“He’s making a name for himself out here. Playing a few more gigs than at home. I noticed at the last one, he’s got a few groupies.”

I chuckle, “Oh really?”

She nods, “There were like five girls there just holding onto his every word. It was actually pretty cool to watch. But he got nervous. Started fidgeting with his necklace, so I had to get him out of there, which of course resulted in death glares from his adoring fans.”

“What? What do you mean? Death glares towards you?”

Y/n laughs, fixing the collar of her shirt that’s falling off her shoulder. “Yeah. I think they thought there was more there than there is,” she shrugs, “And if looks could kill, I would be dead five times over.”

I shake my head, I don’t like that thought, and I say as much. “I don’t like that thought.”

“What? Shawn having groupies?”

“No, girls staring daggers at you because you’re friends with him.”

“It’s not a big deal.”

I know it’s not, but the thought of someone not liking her is appalling to me. “I still don’t like it.”

“Is it because if something happened to me you’d be left to live alone with Shawn and Brian? Because that would make me sad too.”

I force a laugh, “That, and I’d be bored without you.”

She nods understandingly, “I get it. I am the light of your life,” she teases.

You are, I think to myself. “Yeah, yeah,” I say instead, stepping forward, wrapping my arm around her waist. “Let’s get inside, it’s hot as hell out here.”

Shawn and Brian are sitting on the floor in front of the TV, trying to get the wifi hooked up to it. We barely got wifi installed at the beginning of the week, but we’ve all been so busy, we haven’t had the chance to get everything hooked up to it.

“It’s not working!” Brian complains, throwing his hands up in frustration.

“Well try again! That’s what the router says.” Shawn counters back.

“Let me see that,” Brian snatches the router out of his hands. “Dumbass! You’re reading me the product number! Not the fucking password!”

Y/n and I hide our faces to keep from bursting into a fit of laughter, but we both break when Shawn pouts when Brian puts the router back in his hands after successfully connecting the TV.

“Oh, what’s with the pouty face, rockstar?” y/n asks.

“Brian’s a dick,” he mutters, which causes Brian to punch his shoulder.

“Ow!” Shawn exclaims, reaching to hold his arm. “That hurt!”

“It was supposed to. Want me to do it again?”

“Craigen,” y/n shakes her head and before I can protest, she’s out of my grasp and I suddenly feel lonely without her body next to mine. “No more fighting.”

“Just one time in the face,” he tries to reason. “Just once. Come on, it’s a long time coming. I’ve wanted to punch him in the face since we were kids.”

“No,” she squats down behind Shawn, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, leaning her head against his. I watch Shawn fall into her touch and I’m envious of him. Even though she holds onto me in the exact same way, almost daily, she isn’t right now and it makes me long for it. Especially when I watch her start to massage his scalp and he hums because her head scratches feel like you’re in heaven. “You can’t punch him in the face. That’s the money maker,” she squishes his cheeks with her free hand and speaks in a mock baby voice, “And if he’s got a black eye how will he charm girls with his pretty face tonight?”

Shawn laughs and pushes her hand away, but he reaches back and pats her calf. “Sit down,” he says and she obliges, her legs spreading and bracketing Shawn’s. He falls back into her and takes her hand that was just squeezing him and brings it to his lips to kiss her knuckles before bringing it to his hair as well. “More head scratches.”

She rolls her eyes, but continues anyway. “So fucking needy.”

He hums, “Could fall asleep like this.”

She hums too and looks up at me with a smile that melts my heart, “Connor does all the time.”

I nod, “I do. Feels good. Your hands are magic.”

“How magic? Like you could get me off in three seconds?”

“Brian!” I growl. Yep, we can always count on him to ruin the mood.

But y/n’s laughing, “I’m sure I could, I mean, if you ask your first girlfriend, you only last five so I don’t think it’ll be difficult,” she answers.

Shawn’s hysterical in y/n’s arms, as am I as I fall to the floor, clutching my stomach. But Brian? Brian is livid.

“I can’t believe she told you that! She said she wouldn’t tell anyone!”

This only makes Shawn and I laugh harder. “Wait, did that actually happen?” I ask between fits. “Craigen, come on,” I groan when he’s silent. “Five seconds?”

“It was our first time!”

“And last, apparently,” y/n comments.

“Shut up!” he groans. “Fuck, I can’t stand you.”

She nods, “I know.”

“No, but seriously, when did she tell you that?”

Y/n breaks out into a wide grin. “She didn’t. But you just did. Thanks for that.”

He’s speechless. Absolutely speechless. And his face is so red; I don’t know if it’s in anger or embarrassment, but either way, Shawn pipes up. “Hey, if it makes you feel any better, my first time I only lasted like twenty seconds.”

“I lasted fifteen,” I confirm, but I immediately regret it when y/n’s face morphs into one of confusion.

Oh, oh fuck. I never told her that I-

“Wait, you’ve had sex?”

“You didn’t know?” Shawn questions, looking back at her.

She shakes her head, “I guess not.”

I sigh and scratch the back of my head, “Yeah. It was… during that time where we weren’t really talking,” I mumble.

She nods slowly, scoffing, and I can’t quite pin her emotion, but it’s definitely a cross between anger and… is that jealousy? “Ah, good ol’ McKenzie,” she mutters under her breath. She exhales deeply out her nose and focuses her attention back to playing with Shawn’s hair.

“I would have told-”

“We weren’t talking. I know,” she cuts me off. “And it’s none of my business. It wasn’t then, and it’s not now either.”

“Oh, right. Okay,” I nod once. “New subject.”

---

We’re tiptoeing around each other the rest of the day. Or more so, I’m tiptoeing around her. She somehow is coming off as completely unbothered, but at the same time completely bothered. I don’t know what to make of this situation. I don’t know if I should apologize for not telling her, or if she even wants me to apologize. I don’t know and it’s killing me not knowing what I can do to make this better for us tonight.

I’m helping Brian pour more ice into the cooler we have in the kitchen when she walks out of her room. “Where’s Shawn?” she asks.

I look up at her and my heart stops for a moment. She’s wearing red, my heart never knows what to do when she wears that color. Does it stop? Does it speed up? Yes.

“He went to his car to get the beer we got this afternoon,” Brian answers, closing the lid.

SHe nods, “I’ll go help him.”

I watch as she leaves, not taking a full breath until the door shuts behind her.

“She still mad at you?”

I shake my head, “I don’t know. I don’t even know if she is mad at me.”

“Well, it’s y/n. You kept something from her for almost three years. I’m willing to bet she’s a little upset.”

I sigh, “Yeah, I know. But I mean, how was I supposed to tell her. She would barely even look at me during that time, so -”

“Yeah, because McKenzie was a bitch to her. How was she supposed to look at you when she was practically threatened or called out or god know what when you weren’t listening. I’d hate to know what she actually said when none of us were there to listen.”

I exhale deeply. I know my ex was the worst to her - she’s the entire reason y/n and I weren’t talking. She told me not to hang out with her as much, so I didn’t (also because I was trying to prove to Brian that I didn’t have feelings for y/n anymore. That was a mistake.) “So, I should apologize.”

Brian shrugs, “We all know you’re gonna apologize. You can’t stand it when she’s mad at you. Honestly, we can’t either. We have no idea what to do when you two aren’t talking. And since we all live together now, it’ll be even more awkward for you two to not talk.”

I nod, “Yeah. I know. I’ll apologize later. You should go get ready. I can finish up out here.”

Brian claps my shoulder, “Thanks, man. I’ll be quick.” He disappears at the same time Shawn and y/n walk in the front door with the drinks. I make my way over to them.

“Here, let me get that for you,” I tell her, reaching to take the cases from her hands.

“Oh, it’s okay. I got it. You want these inside or out, rockstar?”

“In the fridge, in the back. Gotta keep the good stuff for us.” Shawn hands me a pottle of vodka, “Put this in the freezer? I got it for y/n, I’m gonna make her a new drink.”

“You’re gonna risk giving her alcohol poisoning?” I question, raising one eyebrow at him.

He rolls his eyes, “I’ve gotten better at making drinks, dickhead.”

I laugh and hold my hands up in surrender, “Alright, sure.”

“I’m gonna put these in my room for now, and then I’m gonna get ready.”

“Brian’s in the shower, you can use my bathroom,” I say as y/n moves past us to the kitchen.

“Good looking out, thanks.”

And now it’s just me and her. It’s like any normal day. So why is my heart beating so quickly?

I watch her move some things around in the fridge to make room for the drinks, and I can’t help but smile. “You look pretty tonight,” I tell her, leaning against the counter.

She looks over at me and smiles softly, “Thanks.”

I clear my throat, “Hey, y/n?”

“Hmm?” she turns her attention back to her task at hand.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” she asks, closing the fridge.

“For not telling you that I slept with her.”

“Oh,” she nods. “It’s fine. It really is not any of my business who you have and haven’t slept with.”

“Well maybe not, but you are my best friend, and we tell each other everything. I know if we were on better terms when you were dating Noah, you would have told me that you-”

“I didn’t tell you because we didn’t sleep together.”

“What?” I stare at her with wide eyes.

“Noah and I didn’t sleep together.”

“But I thought-”

“You assumed. But no, it didn’t happen. I wasn’t ready. I mean, I barely let him kiss me, so how the hell was I gonna sleep with him?”

I nod because I don’t know what else to do or even say. She’s right, I just assumed that they had sex because he always had his hands all over her. I almost scoff at the thought. I hated watching him hold her in the hallway, his hands in her back pockets as he pulled her closer to him. Seeing them together everyday made my heart clench every time because it should have been me. I wonder if that’s how she felt when I had a girlfriend.

“Look, it doesn’t matter, okay? So, let’s just drop it. It’s not like I’m mad you had sex, I was just surprised to find out this way, that’s all.”

“Yeah, I get it. And I would have told you sooner, but there really was never a time, you know? And it was just with her a couple times, nothing since.”

“Connor, you really don’t need to explain it to me. Actually, if we could just stop talking about her all together, that’d be great.”

“No, yeah. Of course. It’s dropped.”

She nods, “Okay, good. So, you should go get dressed.”

“What do you mean? I’m wearing this,” I gesture to my torn t-shirt and my sweatpants with paint stains up and down the legs from when we painted the living room a few weeks ago. I’m totally joking, but I want to see her reaction anyway.

She looks me up and down and scoffs, “Yeah, no. Go change. You’re not wearing that.”

I pout dramatically, “Why not?”

“One, those pants are a mess. Two, you know you run hot when you drink, so why would you wear sweatpants? And three, that shirt is literally falling apart. You are not wearing that, go change.”

I can’t fight the smile that tugs at my lips because just like that we’re back to normal. “Okay, I’m going. Do you have something you’d like for me to wear?”

“Yes, your black pants with the white tank top and your peachy cream shirt. The one you wore for our graduation party.”

I nod, “Yes, ma’am. You wanna do my hair?”

“Come find me when you’re done, and I’ll see what I can do.”

---

I’m talking to my friend Will out in the backyard as the party becomes bigger than anticipated. Yeah, definitely called that situation.

“Bro, I wish I would have saved up more so I could have gotten a place like you guys did. I emailed my roommate last week to see what he wanted to get for the dorm and he straight up said, ‘I don’t plan to be roommates long, so nothing.’”

I can’t help but laugh, “Hey, we’d take you in over Brian, but he’d throw a bitch fit.”

He laughs too, twisting the cap off his beer. “So what’s it like living with y/n? Everything good?”

“Yeah, everything’s great. She knows how to run a household. She made a chore chart that goes on the fridge. Shawn had to beg her to take it down for the party because he was embarrassed.”

“Sounds like y/n. But that’s not what I meant.”

I take a swig of my beer and shrug, “There’s nothing else to say really. She’s nice to live with.”

“No progression between you two.”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Right, right. Because you’re not in love with her, right.”

“Will, come on. Not tonight.”

“Okay, okay. I get it. We’re not in a teasing mood tonight.”

Or ever. Will is a great friend of mine, and I would take a bullet for him, but he asks me for y/n updates every time we’re together, and I never have any for him. When I told him we were moving in together, he was stoked, but less so when I told him we were moving with Shawn and Brian too.

He - like Shawn - is an avid supporter of us getting together. Will found out about my so-called crush one night in high school, actually a couple weeks after my breakup with McKenzie. Y/n and I still weren’t talking. I was trying to mend things and she was trying to push me further away. I don’t remember much of the night he found out because I got shit faced drunk, but I somehow admitted to him that I had feelings for her and he’s convinced himself that he knows the biggest secret in the world. He treats it like he holds the key to the universe. If anyone wants us together more than I do, it’s him.

“Just don’t want to risk her hearing anything,” I tell him. “I already made things awkward earlier.”

“What? How?”

I shake my head, “Let it slip that Kenz and I slept together.”

He blanches. “She didn’t know?!”

I shake my head, “No. I never found the right time to tell her. But she keeps saying it isn’t her business, so I don’t know if that means she’s hurt by it or if I’m imagining it because right now it seems like she doesn’t really care. But - I don’t know, I want her to, I guess.”

He smirks, “She cares.”

“I don’t know,” I mutter, looking inside, lifting my bottle up to my lips, but halting when I see her standing near the sliding glass door with - “Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me.”

“What?” Will asks, turning toward the door. “What hap - is that? Wait, is that Noah? What is he doing here?”

My jaw clenches, just like the grip around the bottle in my hand. “Better question, why the hell is he so close to her?”

Will sucks in a breath, “Are they still friends?”

I don’t answer him because I don’t know. I’m 99% sure they aren’t, but that 1% that says yes is simply because I’m watching them right now and she’s hugging him and letting him kiss her cheek before he pulls away. “I didn’t think they were. She hasn’t brought him up since the breakup.”

I don’t take my eyes off them as I start chugging the rest of my beer. It was still pretty full, but at this moment, I need to finish it because I need something stronger.

“I’m gonna go get a drink,” I mutter, tossing my bottle in the trashcan near the cooler. I walk inside, but neither of them notice me. I shake my head and walk to Shawn’s room where he hid most of the hard stuff. I find the bottle of tequila that he stashed because he knew if he put it out, it’d go fast. I twist the top off and take, maybe a little more than a shot. I cough into my elbow when I pull the bottle back because wow he got the strong stuff.

Shaking my head, I close the bottle back up and sneak out of Shawn’s room. When I enter the living room, they’re still standing there talking. Or, he’s talking, she’s nodding at something he’s saying. I click my tongue and walk into the kitchen to grab another beer. SHould I be mixing my alcohol? No, I should not. Is that going to stop me? No, it is not.

My girl’s ex-boyfriend is over there talking to her and touching her like they’re best buds and I can’t stand it. I can’t stand him.

I still remember the day she told us that she was going on a date with him.

All four of us are sitting in our usual booth at the diner, everything seems to be going like it always has. Just us four, laughing and making our weekend plans. The difference though is that y/n and I aren’t sitting shoulder to shoulder right now. She’s pushed against the window, and I’m toward about as far left as I can get without it being noticeable, or falling.

“So, we’re aiming for Saturday afternoon, right? Y/n, you’ll ride with me?” Shawn asks.

“Oh,” she sits up straight, “um, could we maybe do it on Sunday instead? I kind of already have plans on Saturday.”

“What?” Brian furrows his brows, “Without us?”

She nods, “Yeah,” she takes in a sharp breath beside me. “I um… I kinda, I have a date.”

At that exact moment, our heads whip in her direction - I’m pretty sure if I turned any faster I would have given myself whiplash.

“A date?” I ask as calmly as I can.

“With who?” Shawn questions.

She shrugs, “You know that guy Noah? I have him in like all of my AP classes? He asked me out after class this morning.”

I don’t think I can clench my jaw any harder. Noah. I hate him. I’ve never personally met him, but I hate him. “Cool,” I mutter, turning my head back to the table to reach for my drink.

“Well?” Shawn prompts. “What are you gonna do? Where is he taking you?”

She clasps her hands in her lap and shrugs again. “I don’t know. He hasn’t told me. Said he wanted it to be a surprise.”

“Ooh, romantic,” Brian teases.

“You hate surprises,” I mumble into my cup.

Y/n clears her throat and shifts uncomfortably in her seat. “It’s just one date. Not a big deal.”

“Okay, sure,” Brian says. “So Sunday then?”

“And you’ll tell us all about it?”

“Sure.”

There are very few times that I wish I was deaf, but that day was one of them. I didn’t sleep that whole night. I couldn’t. And the night of her date? Forget it. I was up all night wondering what was happening. Did he hold her hand? Did he hug her? Did that bastard take her first kiss? The first kiss that was supposed to belong to me?

And right now, as I watch him reach for her elbow again, I decide, fuck it. I don’t care if I look like a jealous asshole, I’m taking my girl away from him. I stride over to them and place my hand on her hip, “Hey, baby. Can you help me find the bottle opener? I can’t remember what drawer you put it in the other day, and I think my eyes are failing me.”

She shakes her head, “Um, yeah. It should be in the drawer closest to the fridge.”

“I checked there, please, come help me look.”

She rolls her eyes and turns back to Noah who is staring daggers at my hand on her hip. I smirk. “Noah, it was good catching up with you. I’ll find you later. I’m gonna help him out.”

He looks back up at her and forces a smile, “Sure. Sounds good. Save me dance?”

Over my dead body. “Come on, baby,” I say, guiding her toward the kitchen.

She steps in front of me, mumbling a couple excuse me’s to the people blocking the kitchen. Then she b-line’s to the drawer closer to the fridge, which I definitely did not check because I wasn’t really looking for the bottle opener. I just needed an excuse to get her away from Noah.

“Here,” she holds it out to me. “Wait, I thought Shawn got twist tops.” She takes the bottle from my hand and laughs, “Bub, it twists off.” She says, taking the cap off the bottle.

“Oh,” I chuckle. I knew it was a twist top, again, I just needed an excuse to get her away. “Whoopsies?”

She puts the bottle opener back in the drawer and leans against the counter. “You having fun?”

I shrug, “I’m alright. So um… Noah’s here.”

Y/n nods slowly, “Yeah, he is.”

“Kinda weird that he showed up after we just talked about him,” I mutter.

“Yeah, I guess. He just tagged along with one of his friends.”

I nod, “Mhm. You two looked pretty cozy.”

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing. Just, I mean, I haven’t heard you talk about him since the breakup,” I take a sip of the beer in my hand. “I didn’t realize you two were still so close.”

She tilts her head at me, “We’re not. We were just catching up. He didn’t know that I lived here too.”

“Uh-huh, so you haven’t talked to him recently?”

She scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest. “What’s with the third degree, huh?”

“You didn’t answer my question,” I mutter.

“No, Connor. I haven’t talked to him recently. In fact, I haven’t talked to him since the breakup. But what does that matter? Why does it matter who I do and do not talk to?”

“I just think it’s a little strange that he came here tonight.”

“Well, I didn’t invite him, if that’s what you’re insinuating. He came with a friend. He didn’t even know it was our party, or our house. He just showed up.”

“So he crashed it. Classy.”

“What is your deal?” She pushes herself off the counter and stands face to face with me, her forehead creasing as she glares at me. I want to smooth the crease and tell her not to do that because she’ll get a headache, but I refrain.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Please,” she scoffs, “you’re acting like a jealous boyfriend! Newsflash, Connor, you’re not my boyfriend.”

I recoil, because sure I know I’m not, but the words spew from her lips like venom. “I know that.”

“Do you? Because right now it doesn’t seem like you do. Now unless I completely missed the part where you asked me to be your girlfriend, you have no right to be upset over me talking to my ex-boyfriend.”

“He was an ass to you then.”

“How would you know?! We weren’t even talking then.”

“Because you didn’t want to! I was still trying to fix things with us but you were pushing me away.”

“No, I wasn’t pushing you away. I was protecting myself from getting hurt again.”

“But it wasn’t me, that was Kenzie, and -”

She groans in frustration, “Why are we talking about her again? Why? I can’t do this.”

“Do what?”

Y/n pinches the bridge of her nose. “Look, you’re my best friend, and I love you. But you have no right to be upset about Noah. You are not my boyfriend -”

“Why do you keep saying that?”

“Because you aren’t! You like to act like you are sometimes, but you’re not.”

“Do you want me to be?!” I exclaim, setting my bottle down.

She scoffs, shaking her head. “Not like this,” she says quietly, pushing past me.

“Y/n!” I call after her, but she ignores me. I, however, can’t ignore the eyes that are on me.

---

“He’s jealous?” Alessia asks, leaning back on her hands. We’re sitting on the grass in the backyard. It’s quieter out here, and far less crowded. “Does he even have a right to be?”

“That’s what I’m saying! He’s my best friend, but sometimes he acts like he’s my boyfriend and I just - I’m over it.”

She sighs, “You’re over him acting like your boyfriend.”

“Yes,” I say.

“Because you want him to actually be your boyfriend.”

“What? No! No,” I shake my head, “that’s not it.”

Les smiles, “Honey, it’s obvious the way you two look at each other. And you can deny it because you’re best friends, you live together. You don’t want to risk the integrity of the friendship that you have. And that is totally reasonable, but you two need to discuss what you are to each other. Because it’s clear that in his mind, you’re a little bit more than just ‘best friends.’ And well, you’ve always wanted to be more, so what’s so wrong with him being that?”

I sigh and pick at the grass beside me, “I don’t know if he feels this way genuinely or if it’s because I’m closer now. We live together, it seems almost easy or convenient for him to develop some tiny crush because of the proximity.”

At this she laughs, “Oh, honey. That is definitely not it.”

“How do you know?”

“Because that boy has been in love with you since before I even met you guys. It’s written all over his face and if you took a second to just stop and -”

“Hey, sorry to interrupt, guys,” Shawn says, breathlessly, pushing his curls out of his face. “Y/n, Connor’s drunk off his ass, and I need your help”

I sit up, “Okay, How much did he drink?”

“Like, the entire bottle of tequila I had in my room, plus however many beers he had.”

I stand up, swatting at the backs of my legs to get off any dirt, “Is he throwing up?”

“No, he’s just asking for you.”

I nod and look back to Alessia, “We’ll talk later, Les?”

“Mhm, go take care of your boy.”

“Why did he drink so much?” I ask Shawn, following him toward the sliding glass door.

He shrugs, “I asked him. He said you were mad at him.”

I roll my eyes, “Well yeah, he was being an ass. But it still doesn’t make sense.If he drinks every time I get upset with him, he’d be an alcoholic ”

“All I know is that he was asking for you,” Shawn says just as we find Connor sitting outside my bedroom door, nursing another beer bottle.

I shake my head, “God, he knows not to be switching between alcohol.”

“Connor, buddy?” Shawn says, squatting down next to him. “I got her. Why don’t you give me that beer, eh?” He goes to take it from his hands, but Connor’s quick to move it, spilling a bit of it on his shirt in the process.

“No, this is mine. Get your own,” he slurs

I sigh and squat down next to him, too. “I think you’ve had enough, bub. Come on, let me have it.”

He looks at me with heavy eyes and he pouts, dramatically. “Y/n… you’re so pretty.”

“Connor,” I shake my head.

“I love you in red. God, you look so good. Could never get,” he hiccups, “tired of looking at you.”

I blush, looking over at Shawn who’s still sitting with us. “Okay, come on. Let’s get up. We need to get you to bed.”

He nods slowly, “Whatever you want, baby.”

I take the drink out of his hand and set on the floor beside us. “Shawn, help me get him up.”

Shawn nods, “You got it.” He does most of the heavy lifting, but when Connor’s on his feet, he leans into me, hugging my waist, burying his head in my neck.

“I’m so sorry, y/n. So sorry.”

“I know, come on now. We’re going to your room.”

He groans into my skin, but helps me and Shawn take him to his room as best as he can, only stumbling once when we round the corner. We push his bedroom door open and walk further into the room, plopping him down on the bed.

“Thanks, Shawn. I got it from here.”

“You sure?”

I nod, moving to grab his trash can from next to his desk. “Yeah, we’re good. Thanks for coming to get me.”

He nods, “Of course. Come get me if you need anything else.”

Connor groans as Shawn slams the door shut behind him. I sigh and move around the room, turning on his bedside lamp and going to his desk chair where his outfit from earlier is laid out. “Okay, bub, I’m gonna need you to help me out, alright? I need you to get out of your clothes, I’m gonna put you in pajamas, okay?”

He shakes his head, his pout even heavier than usual, eyes struggling to stay open. “Too tired. You do it.”

I close my eyes, taking in a deep breath. Of course he’s gonna be difficult right now. I shake my head, throwing his clothes beside him, “Can you stand up?”

He mumbles something incoherent, but I’m pretty sure it’s somewhere along the lines of “The room is spinning.”

“Fuck, Connor, why did you drink so much?” I grumble, moving to the floor to take his shoes off.

“You’re mad at me,” he whines.

“Yes, I am. You know your limits. What were you gonna do if this didn’t happen at the house, hmm?”

“M’sorry.”

I roll my eyes, “Okay, sit up,” I reach for his hands to help pull him to a sitting position.

He makes an unnecessary amount of groaning sounds as he moves around to accommodate me.

I push his shirt off his shoulders, it’s almost damp, he’s sweating so much. I throw it to the side, I’ll put it in the laundry room when I go get him some pain meds in a little bit. I take hold of the hem of his tank top, “Arms up,” I pat his side and he obliges, looking up at me with a sad smile on his lips. “What’s wrong?” I ask him, tossing his tank top off to the side too.

“I’m sorry I got mad earlier. About Noah.”

I shake my head, “It’s fine. Lay back, lift your hips for me.”

He lays back, but his pout still remains on his face as I lean forward to unbutton his pants.

“What now?” I question softly, pulling down his zipper, “Hips up.”

He’s looking at me with such sad eyes and it’s killing me. “This isn’t how I wanted you to undress me for the first time.”

My breath hitches, “What?”

“Wanna make love to you,” he slurs.

I almost choke on his words, “Connor, you’re drunk,” I shake my head, pulling his pants off him and grabbing his sweats to pull up his legs instead. I decide to forgo the shirt because he’s already sweating a lot, I don't want to make him even hotter. “You don’t know what you’re saying. I’m gonna go get you some water and pain meds. Stay here.” I move the trash can closer to him, “The trash is right next to you if you feel like you’re gonna get sick.

I pick up his discarded clothes from the floor and walk to the door and out the room before he can say anything else he doesn’t mean. After tossing them in the hamper in the laundry room, I squeeze past the group of people still congregating in the hallway. I slip into my room and grab some of my pain meds from my book bag and quickly slip out again to head to the kitchen which is also crowded. I mumble out a general excuse me, and go to the fridge to grab Connor a bottle of water.

On my way back, I stop and go to his bathroom which is thankfully empty, and grab a hand towel and wet it under the faucet to hopefully cool him down a bit. When I’m back in his room, he’s laying face down on his bed and I stop for a minute, admiring his smooth skin, and the way the muscles in his shoulders tense up when he moves his arm above his head. It’s not fair. No one man should look this good.

I shake my head, focusing back on the task at hand. I close the door behind me gently. “Okay, Connor. I need you to sit up just one more time to take these pills and then you can go to bed, yeah?”

He groans, “I think I drank too much, baby,” he mumbles, pushing himself up and I'm once again in awe of how his muscles move with him.

I scratch at my scalp and nod, holding out the pills for him. “Yeah, I think you did, too.” He takes them in his hand and I sit next to him, uncapping the water bottle before handing it to him as well.

“Thank you,” he hiccups.

“You’re welcome.” I look down at my hands as he takes the pills. He goes to hand me the water bottle back but I shake my head, “You need to drink it all. We’re trying to avoid a hangover.”

He just holds the bottle in his lap, not moving to drink anymore of it, so I look back up at him only to find him already staring at me.

“You okay?” I ask.

He hums and reaches forward. He runs his thumb under my eye, “You got an eyelash. I got it,” he mumbles, but he keeps his hand cradling the side of my face.

My eyes search his tired ones, they’re glossed over, but they always get that way when he drinks, making his eyes seem just a little more blue than green.

“Have I told you tonight that you look pretty?” he asks quietly.

“Multiple times,” I confirm.

“Good, because you are… so, so pretty.”

I lick my lips and watch his eyes move from my eyes to my lips and back. I take in a shallow breath as he starts to lean closer. His eyes closed as his face inches toward mine. I push him back gently just before his lips have the chance to connect with mine, and I mean just before because I could feel his breath against my mouth. “What are you doing?” I question.

“I was… I was trying to kiss you. Did you, I thought you wanted to - when we were laying in bed a couple weeks ago, you said you wanted me to kiss you.”

“Well, I… Connor,” I shake my head. I didn’t think he heard me when I said that. “Not like this. Not tonight. Not when you’re drunk and not thinking clearly.” I stand up, pacing slowly in front of him. “If you’re gonna kiss me, I want you to be sober, and to actually want to do it. Not just because we got in a fight earlier. I don’t want this to be something you do now and then completely forget about or ignore, or fuck, even worse, regret in the morning. I don’t want that. I don’t deserve that. I don’t deserve to be led on by you again.”

“Again?” He asks, tilting his head at me.

“Nevermind. I should go back out there, start cleaning up so it’s not so much tomorrow.”

“Wait, y/n, please. Stay here, please. Stay with me tonight.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“I won’t try anything, I promise. Please, just stay?”

I sigh, “Just until you fall asleep.”

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It’s nearing eleven in the morning when Shawn finally retreats from his room. He’s not nearly as hungover as I bet the other boys are going to be. If he’s even hungover at all, he doesn’t seem to be.

He leans against the counter, watching me pull my second batch of cookies from the oven. “You’re stress baking,” he observes.

I scoff, “I made muffins too,” I nod in the direction of the counter in front of him where a plate of blueberry muffins sits.

“Ooh,” he reaches forward and takes one, “Not that I like when you’re stressed, but this my favorite of your coping mechanisms.”

“For purely selfish, I presume.”

“Of course,” he says around a mouthful of muffin. “So,” he says after he swallows. “Does this sudden urge to bake have anything to do with what happened last night with Connor?”

I tense up at the memory of Connor leaning in to kiss me. Me pushing him away. “Maybe.”

“So what did happen after I left you two?”

“Nothing,” I shake my head.

“Well, the glorious smell of our kitchen and the spotless living room say otherwise.”

I close my eyes and rub my hands over my face. “He, god, he tried to kiss me.”

“What?” Shawn chokes.

“Shh! You’ll wake them.”

“Oh please, Brain will be asleep until five. Nothing will wake him. He kissed you?! Well, how was it?”

“I said he tried. As in, I didn’t let him. I pushed him away before he could.”

“Why? Don’t you want him to?”

“Of course! But not like that! Not when he’s drunk and not himself. WHen he’s saying stupid things like he wants to make love to me, and that he wishes I was undressing him for the first time under different circumstances.”

“What? He said all of that?! Oh my god! Go, Connor!”

“No, not go Connor. Because he’s not going to remember any of this when he wakes up and I’m going to remember everything and have to pretend that he didn’t say anything or try to kiss me. And I’m stuck being led on once again, except this time he lives just down the hall and I have to see him everyday.”

Shawn sighs, “Okay, you’re right. So, what are you going to do?”

“Same thing I always do.”

He nods, “I’ll get my guitar.”

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ficsandgiggles · 3 years

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Difficult Day, Giggly Night

I am dedicating this fic to my big sister @pegasusflight77 because she’s had a rough day and she deserves all the love and positive vibes. I hope you enjoy, and thank you for being such a ray of sunshine in my life! 💗

(Please excuse the mess of this fic, it’s not edited or proof read bc I’m kinda still going through things myself, but I wanted to write something!)

“Ugh.” You groaned as you stormed through the door and slammed it shut, throwing your bags down and storming straight up to your room, grunting at Wanda who tried to greet you softly.

Wanda looked over at Nat, concerned as she heard you slam your door shut. “I’m guessing it was another rough day at work…” Nat told Wanda quietly, looking over at your bag which was dumped on the floor. She reached in and grabbed your phone, looking at Wanda. “Shall we go and check on them?” She asked quietly, hearing your wardrobe slam shut whilst you were changing out of your work uniform.

Wanda nodded and headed up to your room, giving Nat a look before knocking on your door, hearing a grunt in response, but Wanda took that as a sign to open the door, heading inside as Nat followed, handing you your phone.

“Hey, tough day?” Nat asked gently as she sat down on your bed, handing you your phone as she put a hand on your arm gently as Wanda sat on the floor next to your bed.

You nodded silently in response, curling up on the bed as you took your phone from Nat, relaxing a little as you felt Nat’s hand on your arm, it was a simple yet comforting gesture.

“Anything you want to talk about?” Wanda offered gently as she tried to turn your head so you could face her, but you buried your face into the pillow, shaking your head in response.

The three of you remained there in a comfortable silence, but the silence was quick to take over you, and you tensed up whilst pretty much let your thoughts drown you. However, Nat could tell that something was up, and began spidering her fingers up and down your back in an attempt to relax you. “We’re here for you, Y/N, no matter what.” Wanda whispered gently, joining in and running her fingers through your hair, feeling you sink into the pillow slightly.

Another silence brushed across you, but you weren’t sure if you liked it or not, but there was no way you were going to talk about the day you had because you knew they’d go and find the people who bullied you at work and go on a killing spree, and as much as you hated being picked on, you didn’t want anyone to get hurt.

The uncomfortable silence didn’t last for long as you felt Nat’s nails lightly brush against your side, you didn’t expect the motion, so you flinched a little and bit back a tiny gasp. You turned your head to see Wanda look up at Nat with a small smile on her face, as if she was exchanging a silent conversation with her.

“I think we know what to do to cheer you up…” Wanda murmured quietly as she crawled her fingers towards your ribs. “Are you ticklish, Y/N?” She asked quietly, but didn’t give you time to answer as she gently scribbled her fingers into your ribs. Nat smirked and Wanda’s eagerness to attack you and joined in by gently skittering her nails up and down your sides, looking down at you as you broke into hysterical giggles.

“I’m guessing that’s a yes.” Nat smirked fondly, giggling and watching as you buried your face into your pillow. You shook your head in response as you tried to slam your arms down to against your sides in an attempt to bat their hands away.

“No? But you’re giggling!” Wanda smirked a little, as she tried to gently scribble under your arms. “And it’s sooooo cute!” She added, smiling as she watched you giggle hysterically, which was a change compared to how you were earlier, and it made her and Nat feel relieved.

The two kept gently attacking your ribs and sides, and didn’t notice that Yelena was peering through the doorway to watch what was going on, she had heard you slam the door and was going to check on you.

As Nat kept scribbling in, she caught her sister in the corner of her eye. She paused her attack for a second and looked over at Yelena. “Hey, is everything okay?” She asked, smiling as she still heard your giggles since Wanda was squeezing rapidly into your sides.

“I heard Y/N’s door slam and I got concerned. But I can see that everything is okay.” Yelena replied as she stepped back for a moment, but Nat smirked and put a hand on her shoulder. “Come join us, we’re just cheering Y/N up.” She replied casually.

Soon enough, Wanda, Nat and Yelena were sat on your bed, Wanda had turned you over and dragged you gently onto her lap, holding your hands gently away from you before giving Nat and Yelena a smirk.

“Wait, nonono-“ you gasp, looking over between Nat and Yelena nervously as they slowly moved their fingers towards you, Nat was heading towards your upper body and Yelena was moving towards your legs and feet.

There was a short pause before you quickly burst into hysterical giggles. Nat’s fingers quickly skittered up your top and into your belly whilst Yelena squeezed into your knees, making you squeal and arch your back away from Wanda’s lap. “NOHOHOHO!” You yelp out, trying to twist away as the spy sisters attack you gently, smiling at your giggling self. You heard Wanda coo fondly blow a tiny raspberry into your neck.

“Aw, but you’re so cute!” Wanda smiled fondly as you saw Nat giggle along with you, scribbling into the middle of your belly to really make you giggle. “Yeah Y/N, how else would we cheer you up?” She asked casually.

You shrugged, squealing with laughter as you felt Yelena squeeze just above your knee. “It seems that this is the only solution.” She told you casually, holding your leg down gently as she kept squeezing, making sure you couldn’t move.

“NOHOHOHO IT REHEHEHEALLY ISNT!” You protest, trying to pout, but you couldn’t help but continue to squeal with laughter, you were way too ticklish to not react to this torture. You would never admit it, but this was taking your mind off today’s events, and you were actually having fun. Nat and Wanda had tickled you before, to distract you from doing some uni work, but never as full on as this. You remembered thinking that you wouldn’t hate it if they done this again, and thankfully, your secret wish came true, and you are loving it.

“Y/N, you’re so cute but you’re so ticklish it’s ridiculous.” Wanda smirked fondly as she nuzzled her face into your neck, all the while Yelena made herself at home near your feet, scratching up and down your soles gently as Nat gently scribbled up and down your sides.

You were in ticklish heaven, you had basically slid off Wanda’s lap at this point, and you didn’t even notice that she had let your hands go, you felt pinned anyway, as if your own laughter was holding you down.

Soon enough though, the three of them exchanged looks and let you go, smiling as you collapsed into a fit of giggles, you curled up and took in deep breaths in an attempt to recover.

“Feel better?” Nat asked as she rested her hand on your arm, you nodded in response and relaxed into the gentle comforting motion once again after being convinced that Nat wasn’t going to attack you again. You loved it, but you needed a break for now.

“Yeah… thanks guys…” you reply, sitting up after you recovered and leaning your head on Wanda’s shoulder. Nat pulled Yelena close and cuddled into you and Wanda.

“You’re welcome, Y/N. The four of us have each other’s backs, always.” Yelena reassured you. Despite not being a part of the team for long, she was quickly welcomed as a member of the family, and was determined to share the same love to you as she got from the others.

“Now, I think we need a movie night.” Nat suggested, and the three of you nodded eagerly, and got up to head towards the lounge.

So for the rest of the night, the four of you were snuggled up together, watching all of your favourite films. You noticed that you got the occasional side squeeze whenever you were physically or mentally drifting away, but you didn’t complain. You felt comfortable with these women, and for that, you were forever grateful.

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goliath-de-senfina-sango · 3 years

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Fathering a Phantom ch2

I just wanna Talk, I swear

Here we have the chapter 2 for that fic from earlier! Once again, here ya go @five-rivers @floralflowerpower and @uwuplasmiusuwu

“Cole I’m going to murder someone,” was the first thing that Toby said to his husband upon arriving once more in their temporary sanctuary. Cole paused mid throw of his javelin, electric sparks crackling up the polearm, and turned to look at his husband. Toby’s wings were ablaze, his nails sharpened into claws, and his eyes a colorful storm, as though he couldn’t decide what to turn into for maximum lethality. Cole set down his javelin and wrapped around Toby in a hug.

“Who are you planning to murder, sunshine? And should I join in? I haven’t gotten into a good fight since we got here, which is a shame.” Cole coalesced from a mass of clouds into something a bit closer to his original body when Toby relaxed in his embrace, running his fingers through shimmering feathers made of embers. “You really do look like a star like this, by the way.”

“There was, I think, a war forged around here who fired a bunch of rockets at a child! You know that liminal kid I told you about?”

“Oh right, we’re rare in this realm, huh?” Cole’s face scrunched up in confusion and he arched a brow. “I thought the liminal around here beat up the tyrant ruling the place when he woke up?”

“I didn’t exactly ask about what must’ve sucked when I half blew up the metalhead.” Toby flew over to the couch and flopped face first into it. “Now I gotta track him down.”

“Why only half? Sounds like someone you’d take out in one go if you had the drop on em.”

“Well, do you wanna traumatize a kid of unknown cultural origins? He’s so small, and his friends were clearly still living humans. I dunno if he’s seen someone die before, let alone a ghost getting Ended. If I recall, committing murder is a bad way to start a friendship with a child.”

Cole snorted and gave Toby a pat on the shoulder. “Alright, fair, Sildar didn’t like me much after that rescue. But hey, now you can put that on your to do list! Murder, the answer to most problems.” Toby laughed, phasing through the couch when Cole sat on him. “There he is, my giggly celestial chandelier.”

“Do you even remember what a chandelier is? I know you broke like three of them over someone’s head, but I forget whose head.” Toby put out the flames in his feathers and stretched, satisfied when his spine popped a few times. “It’s nice to still be able to do that.”

“I’ll be honest, being a cloud has made the sound of your joints popping kinda gross to me. It sounds like you’ve still got a flesh and blood body.” Cole sat up, scratching his head. “Do you still have a humanoid body? With like, meat and bones and stuff?”

“Probably, yeah. We’ll see, cause if so that’ll come in handy with helping out this liminal kid. Said his name is Danny Phantom.” Toby paused, the feeling of his feather being torn an odd and upsetting one. “Speaking of whom, I should go meet up with them. Think you can find this ‘Skulker’ guy while I educate some kids?”

Cole kissed Toby on the cheek and gave him a thumbs up. “Will do! I can’t promise there’ll be much left of him afterward though, I’m not a fan of idiots who attack kids.” Toby smiled and in a flash of light and beat of wings, he was gone. Cole nodded to himself and grabbed his maul, crackling with electric arcs, and opened up the door to their temporary Sanctuary. “Now then, who the fuck is Skulker?”

After having a small debate about where they couldn’t go and why, team Phantom finally ended up at the indoor roller rink that was partially destroyed by a giant ghost crab a while ago, and sat down at a table that Danny cleared of debris with an ectoblast or three. “Ok guys, I think this is a good enough place to call him up.”

“Are we sure it’s a good idea to call him at all?” Sam held up the feather she’d kept in her pocket, turning it about to watch the golden flame dance. “He took down Skulker pretty fast and it usually takes you a good half hour to do that, Danny.”

“Skulker specializes in attacking Danny is all, Sam. We’ve got the weapons to handle pretty much any ghost we normally deal with, and Danny took down the king of ghosts. I’m pretty sure he can handle anyone else.”

“Plus, Toby wrecked Skulker pretty bad. If he wanted to fight, I’m pretty sure he would’ve started a fight.” Danny condensed his ectoblasts into one ball of ectoplasma and stretched it out into a pole. “Imagine all the cool stuff he could show us!”

“Alright, if you say so.” Sam snapped the feather in half, surprised by how easy it was to do, and grabbed her ecto-pistol. For a moment, there was silence. Then the sound of wingbeats filled the room and Toby appeared above the rink as though landing from a long flight.

“That’s a spell I’m not used to casting frequently in a day. Heyo kids!” Toby waved, tucking his wings by his sides while walking closer. “Sorry for the delay, I was talking to my husband. So, names again just to be sure: Sam, Tucker, and Danny, right?”

“Yeah, that’s right. What do you mean spell, exactly? Do ghosts have magic ontop of the other ghost powers now?” Tucker spun the lipstick laser around in his fingers, remembering Desiree’s magic and Freakshow’s staff.

“Anyone who can do magic keeps the ability in death, usually. I’m not dead though, I’m Deathless.” He spread his wings and spun around, thumbs pointing to his chest. “I was born awesome like this, and so was Cole. But, based on your faces you weren’t born like this?”

“No,” Sam said, gesturing at Danny. “This is a recent thing, it’s been since about…” Sam paused, her gaze landing on the wall behind Toby. “March of last year, so 14 months.”

“Yeah, god, we’ve been doing this for over a year now, haven’t we?” Tucker, who had held up a camera to record everything Toby was saying, slumped a bit in his seat and sighed. “Feels like it’s been like this forever and like it happened yesterday.”

Toby stared at them all like they’d each grown extra limbs in odd places – Danny even checked to make sure he hadn’t done that while feeling both old and young at the same time due to how little time had actually passed – before zipping over to Danny and holding his hands just over the teen’s face. “Oh my gods, you’re a baby.”

“I am a teenager, thank you.” Danny gently pulled Toby’s hands away from his face, a brow raised. “What, is 14 infantile to angels, feather man?”

“You’re only 14 months dead, Danny, that makes you a baby ghost.” Sam snorted and Tucker covered his mouth to try and hide his laughter. A snap of Toby’s fingers and flowers began growing in Tucker’s hat, and seeds appeared above Sam, growing into flowers as they fell all over her. “If you’ve had regular interactions with that metal head, no wonder your aura’s all aggro.”

“Skulker’s not exactly the worst of the ghosts we’ve had to fight over the months,” Danny said.

“Oh yeah, that’d have to be either Walker, Spectra, or Vlad. It’s really a toss up between Spectra and Vlad, if you ask me.”

“Vlad wants to kill Danny’s dad because he sees his mom as a trophy that was stolen from him, while Spectra tried to kill Jazz just to depress an entire school so she could feed on the misery to look young.” Sam brushed away the flowers and weighed two in her hands. “Yeah, those around the same level of grossly evil.”

Toby’s wings ignited at some point while Sam was talking, and the sunlight streaming in from the hole in the roof grew somewhat brighter. He reached into a bag he had strapped to his waist and pulled out a book and a pen, his smile all teeth. “Tell me, please, a list of all the adult ghosts who have attacked you children? I’d like to have a discussion with each of them.”

“If we give you their names,” Danny said before Tucker could answer, “do you promise not to go slaughtering them all? I don’t need to know ghostly body language at all to know that flaming wings come from a place of anger and imminent violence.”

“When did you read a thesaurus, Danny?”

“Sam, I’m insulted: I know tri-syllabic words. I can even say supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.”

“I promise not to slaughter all of the ghosts you inform me hurt you in the past few months, yes. Names?” When Tucker listed off names, Toby wrote them down with an inhuman speed, and Danny exchanged a look with Sam, worried about how exactly that deal might be loopholed around. “Right,” Toby chirped while slamming his book shut, “I’m here to answer some questions of yours, not just ramble about myself and assemble a… list of people to talk to. Got any?”

“So many that I don’t even know where to start.”

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babymetaldoll · 3 years

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DIWK - Chapter eight: "There is no I in Team"

Word count: 8,4K

Summary: It's Spencer's birthday, and the team meets Mikey, Lu, and Frank. Reader is no longer in denial, but she has no idea what she is doing. Also, Rossi is here.

Warnings: Cursing, frustration, please don't hate me.

A/N: Hi! I hope you enjoy this fluffy chapter 'cos... well... things are a few chapters away from getting a little messed up. Thank you for all the support! your likes and comments keep me writing! Love you all!

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(Y/N)'s point of view

Suddenly, working at the BAU wasn't just catching serial killers. After almost two years at the FBI, I was dealing with some serious issues that were starting to get in the middle of me and work: Spencer Walter Reid.

I didn't want to face it, and I knew I was trying to deny it as much as I could, but even when I kept telling everybody no, deep down, I knew the answer was yes.

I was falling for my best friend.

But I refused to deal with my feelings. There were more important things to do, like catching killers and celebrating Spencer's 26 birthday. So yes, I was screwed.

Penelope organized a breakfast celebration at the BAU with the whole team on his birthday, and I was in charge of the cake. I baked it myself the day before, and Lu decided to help me. And by "help me," apparently, she actually meant "drive me crazy."

- "So, when is Spencer's birthday?"- she sat and sipped her tea at the kitchen island as I continued mixing ingredients.

- "Sunday, October 28th, why?"

- "Just asking. And what's the plan?"

- "Tomorrow Friday, we'll throw an early birthday breakfast at the BAU. Then, I was planning to have a huge surprise party for Spencer here Saturday night. If we are called on a case, then we are doomed. But if we are home, we should definitely celebrate Batsy's day."

- "Aha"- I cut her a questioning gaze, and she just smiled- "I was just trying to make conversation."

- "Ok..."

- "And waiting patiently for you to face the fact you are in love with Spencer."

I nearly dropped the mixer bowl as soon as I heard those words.

- "Lu, what the fuck?!"- I knew I was all kinds of shades of pink, but I did my best to keep my cool and pretend to be stony.

- "I'm just saying it's about time you drop the act and deal with your feelings."

I hated the fact she was right. I was in love with Reid. But I didn't want to talk about it. Honestly, I wasn't ready to acknowledge those feelings out loud 'cause it would make them real. And all I wanted at that minute was to pretend those feelings didn't exist.

- "The only feeling I am dealing with right now is with how pissed I am with your innuendo."

I turned my back at Lu and started looking for the right pan for the batter. I had bought three sizes just to make sure I'd get it right. I also made a mental note not to tell her that.

- "There's no innuendo. I'm telling you upfront. I know you are in love with Spencer."

- "What?!"- Lu laughed and walked to the kettle to pour herself another cup of tea.

- "You do remember I've known you since we were six years old, right?"

- "Yes, I remember that. But that doesn't mean you know how I feel about Spencer."

- "No, of course not. It means you can stop acting. I see through you! you are baking the man a cake."

- "So?"- I looked at her and raised an eyebrow, trying my best to look serious and not busted at all.

- "So you've never baked a cake for me, or Mikey, or Frank!"

- "Well, if you are all jealous, I'll bake one for your birthday then!"

- "(Y/N), please. The cake is just an example. You and I both know you are in love with him."

- "I am not"- I sighed and turned off the mixer, 'cos the batter was ready.

- "(Y/N)"- my friend whispered a few seconds later in a softer voice.

- "Lu?"

- "You are in love with Spencer Reid."

I took a deep breath and crossed my arms on my chest as I looked at her. She was smiling, pleased. It made me think of Frank's request a few months earlier when he asked me he and the guys wanted me to date Reid. I thought it had been cute. Now I was wondering if they all suspected I had feelings for my best friend.

- "Lucy, why are you so obsessed with this?"

- "'Cause he is in love with you too, and I want you to be happy"- and her answer kind of broke my heart.

- "Reid is not in love with me,"- I whispered and returned to the cake to pour the batter into the pans.

- "Why are you so sure?"

- "'Cos I know him! And I know he is in love with someone else"- Lu frowned and shook her head, in disagreement with my words. Like she knew him better.

- "Spencer Reid is in love with you, (Y/N). I've known it since the day I met him."

- "Spencer Reid is in love with JJ. I've known it since the day I met him 'cos he actually asked her out."

- "Oh, come on! You told me that story! Nothing happened!"

- "'Cos she doesn't like him, but you should see him when he is around her! and now that she is dating, it's so obviously killing him!"

I let my arms fall at my sides, defeated, and Lu tapped on the seat next to her. So I sat by her side and held the cup of tea I had left forgotten earlier when I had started baking.

- "So, tell me why you think Reid likes JJ"- Lu demanded, and I somehow managed to tell her what I felt without looking desperate. Or that's what I thought.

- "He worships the floor she walks upon. And I get it, she is cute, she is fun, blond, and friendly. I bet every guy she meets loves her. And it's awful 'cos I love her too, she is my friend. She's the sweetest."

- "But?"

- "But what?"

- "Sounded like you were going to tell me something like "But I hate her 'cos I am in love with Reid."

- "I don't hate JJ! I'm happy she has Will, though she hasn't told us about it. And I love working with her! she is sweet and amazing!"

- "But you are sure Reid loves her"- I just nodded- "Well, you are wrong."

- "Trust me, I'm not."

- "Well, then I'll have to meet that JJ girl and see if Reid looks in love with her."

- "How are you planning to do that?"

- "I don't know"- Lu simply shrugged and smiled- "Something will come up."

And something did come up. Spencer's birthday party. October 28th, 2007.

We threw him a surprise party at my apartment, and everybody came. Derek, Garcia, Prentiss, JJ, Hotch, Lu, Mikey, and Frank. It wasn't just Spencer's 26th birthday party. It was me not hiding anymore. I couldn't hide myself from the team if everybody were invited to my house and about to meet my friends. But I didn't care. I didn't actually think about it much at the moment, 'cos all I cared about was giving Spencer the best surprise birthday party on earth.

And I think I nailed it, 'cos he had no idea what was going on when he knocked on my door at eight. He was innocently holding a bag with some snacks I had asked him to bring for the movie marathon I told him we would have. And he believed me. He was adorable.

As soon as I opened the door and saw him there, my heart skipped a beat. Maybe that's why I didn't say much; I just smiled and invited him in.

- "Is your electricity out? Why are all your lights off, (Y/N)?"- he innocently asked, right before turning on the light and hearing everybody yelling "Surprise!!"

- "What the..."- Reid looked around in shock, not getting what was going on. Frank jumped over and nearly tackled him with a hug, making me laugh. Garcia turned to me in shock, but I just shook my head. That's Frank.

- "Happy barf day, doc!"

- "Thank you so much! Hey!"- Spencer looked around and looked at me. I smiled and watched how everybody got closer to him and hugged him. I don't know if he was ok with it, but he didn't seem to complain. The birthday boy hugged everybody that night.

Spencer's point of view

I don't think anyone had ever thrown me a surprise party before. I never suspected it. Not even a little. I was so glad they had done it, though. I was so happy to have friends and family to share that day with.

It was my fourth birthday at the BAU, the second (Y/N) had organized, and somehow I didn't feel alone anymore. People weren't friendly to me for being condescending. They actually liked me.

- "Doc! You are gonna love these!"- Frank nearly tackled me with his present- "It's from Mikey and me. We thought you might appreciate some new addition to your collection."

I chuckled and held the vinyl records he had given me: Elton John, The Clash, and Arctic Monkeys.

- "Collection?"- Morgan asked and looked at me, surprised- "You collect vinyl records, Reid?"

- "Yeah, I do actually,"- I smiled and kept my eyes on the records- "I think it's a unique classic format. It sounds better than digital, and it includes warmth, richness, and depth to the music you don't find in a cd or mp3."

- "And not just classical music?"- Derek was somehow surprised- "You actually listen to any other musical genre?"

- "What are you talking about?"- I argued, almost insulted- "Just because you think I'm a nerd doesn't mean I only listen to classical music. Last year I got a Johnny Cash record. You were there!"

Morgan raised his hands and smiled, defeated. I chuckled and looked at Frank and Mikey.

- "Thank you, guys."

- "Don't worry about it, come here"- Mikey opened his arms and pulled me into a hug. I tapped on his back and smiled.

I noticed JJ's look at Penelope and wondered if she was surprised I had friends out of the BAU. (Y/N) and I were always together, and we usually talked about what we do with her friends during the weekend. Our friends. They were our friends.

- "We already gave him his presents this morning,"- Garcia explained to Frank. I don't know why maybe she thought it was necessary to make sure he understood and let them know they weren't the only ones who had given me presents.

- "Ok, kids, we've got pizza, beer, and a Halloween cupcake for the birthday boy"- (Y/N) walked over and put on a party hat on my head. I smiled and also received the bottle of beer she handed me.

- "Thank you, chipmunk"- I whispered and felt her arm around my waistline, wrapping me sweetly as she rested her body against my side.

- "You are welcome, honey. Happy birthday."

The way she looked at me made me feel I was the most important person in the world for her for a solid minute. And I wondered how I could make her feel the same.

- "So, doc. How was the cake?"- Lu stood by my side and smiled at JJ, who was just talking to me about nothing important.

- "Good! It was delicious! Did you help (Y/N) bake it?"

- "No!"- she shook her head and chuckled- "I just came for moral support yesterday."

- "It was good! Real good! you can't go wrong with chocolate and raspberries."

- "I'm glad"- she smiled and looked at JJ. I shook my head, embarrassed, and made the proper introductions, though (Y/N) had already done it.

- "You have been (Y/N)'s friend since you were kids, right?"- JJ asked, and Lu smiled again, nodding.

- "We were all neighbors growing up. And... you and doc, how long have you been working together?"

- "For the last... three years, I'm the communication liaison of the team"- Lu nodded and sipped her cup of tea.

- "He has been an incredible addition to the Three Stooges' lives"- Lucy joked and turned to me for a moment. Then, she scanned my face carefully, keeping a big, warm smile on her face.

- "Mikey and Frank were so excited to hang out with you. They keep hoping to find Lila Archer each time they go to your house."

I heard JJ laughing and looking at me, surprised. Lu just kept her eyes on her tea for a moment and then stuck out her tongue to me playfully.

- "Lila Archer?"- JJ asked, shocked- "Are you two still talking? Is there something I don't know about?"

- "No! no!"- I quickly tried to explain- "The guys are obsessed with her. Frank, mostly, and they love to bug me with her."

I turned and looked at them. Frank was hugging (Y/N), and Mikey kept trying to steal her beer from her hands as she just chuckled. I stared at them for a second, and I know I smiled. Somehow I felt slightly jealous of Frank and Mikey for always being so physical with her, not overthinking everything they did around her. I always wished I could be like that. But then again, they weren't in love with her.

- "So you and (Y/N)'s friends get along pretty well"- JJ's voice was curious. I kept thinking she was shocked I had other friends.

- "Actually, we consider Spencer our friend,"- Lu answered and chuckled- "Please, don't tell them I told you this, but they always get excited to see you."

- "Me?"- I was shocked- "Why me?"

- "'Cos they admire you a lot. Frank keeps saying you are the coolest guy he has ever known."

I didn't know what to answer. I had never been one of the popular guys, so having Lu telling me those guys thought I was cool was pretty shocking and heartwarming.

- "Hey, doc! I heard you met Mrs. (Y/L/N),"- Frank said from the other side of the room, causing everybody to look at me. I nodded awkwardly and took a sip of my beer- "She's hot, isn't she?"

- "Frank!!"- (Y/N) yelled and hit his arm- "You are talking about my mom!!"

- "I am not ashamed, Nugget! You know what I think about her!"

- "Wait, princess!"- Morgan was still laughing when he started talking- "Your mom is Mrs. Robinson?"

- "I don't know! Frank is just a perv!"- my best friend argued, looking disgusted.

- "Your mom is a hottie. Deal with it!! Mikey thinks so too!!"- Frank threw his friend under the bus trying to save his own ass. Everybody kept laughing as (Y/N) gasped and turned to see him.

- "You are a sick bastard too!!"

- "I haven't said anything!!"- Mikey tried to explain, but it was useless. Everybody kept chuckling.

- "You are thinking about my mom!!"

- "Well, I'm pretty sure Reid thought about her too!"

- "What?! Why me?!"- I shrieked, and I know I blushed.

- "You saw Mrs. (Y/L/N)! Didn't you think she was hot?"- Mikey looked at me and snickered.

- "She was very welcoming and cordial with me"- I tried to say the most neutral things possible.

- "Dude! come on! she is hot!"- Frank argued and looked at me in shock

- "She is my friend's mother!"

- "Yes! please stop talking about my mother!!"- (Y/N) kind of shouted but chuckled a little at the end.- "Instead, can we talk about how hot Morgan looks tonight?"

- "What?"- Derek raised an eyebrow- "Where is that coming from, princess?"

- "Pure honestly"- (Y/N) replied with a warm smile- "Doesn't he, Garcia?"

- "My chocolate thunder is always the center of my attention,"- Penelope answered and winked at Morgan- "And it's not just tonight. He is always delicious."

I shook my head and took a look around. All my friends were together in the same room. For the first time ever. Only Ethan was missing.

- "(Y/N), where do you have more dishes?"- Prentiss asked her as (Y/N) walked back from the kitchen, carrying a tray with drinks.

- "I'll help you"- I quickly ran to the kitchen and grabbed a few more dishes, plus napkins and a few coasters.

- "Thank you, honey bunny"- (Y/N) whispered and smiled at me when I walked back with everything.

- "You surely know your way around this house."- JJ pointed out, with a somehow suspicious tone of voice.

- "We hang out here a lot."- I explained and looked around, trying to find my beer.

- "Here you have, doc"- Mikey handed me a cold one, and I nodded- "The band has a gig Halloween night. If you are in town, you have to go."

- "Sure! I'd love to!"

- "You have a band?"- Garcia asked awed, and Mikey nodded- "You two? together?"

- "Yeah"- Mikey confirmed and looked at Frank, who talked with Morgan and (Y/N)- "Nugget and the doc are our biggest fans. They never miss a show when they are in town."

- "You go to rock shows?!"- Garcia was now in shock and hit my arm- "Does he go to the shows wearing band's t-shirts and jeans?! or in his usual wardrobe??"

Mikey chuckled and looked at me with a confused stare.

- "They don't hang out with you outside work a lot, do they?"

- "Yes! We do!"- and Penelope nearly jumped, insulted by those words- "We are just surprised 'cos there's a whole lot of our resident genius we haven't seen yet! like... going to rock shows!"

- "So you haven't seen him drunk? 'cos drunk doc is a beast!"

- "I am not a beast!"

- "I haven't seen him drunk! Boy wonder!! Why are you wilder with (Y/N)'s friends and not with us?"

- "We are his friends too,"- Mikey corrected her and smiled- "And we might push doc a little further, like the day we bet we couldn't drink a box of milk in 30 seconds."

I laughed, thinking about that moment, embarrassed and amused at the same time. It was true; the guys and I had a completely different dynamic than the one I had with my work team. Probably because from day one, neither Lu, Mikey, nor Frank labeled me as a dork. Well, sure, I was one, but so were them. They made me part of the group instead of being the "weird one" of the group. Somehow with Mikey, Lu, and Frank, I could be just plain Spencer and not Doctor Reid and allow myself to do silly, weird, dorky things, not afraid to be judged.

- "When did that happen?!"- JJ was in shock, overhearing that conversation and walking over with Lu.

- "A few weeks ago,"- Mikey answered and chuckled. I wasn't drunk that night; we just had a few beers. And it had been Frank who was incredibly persuasive about trying the milk challenge.

- "I made an equation, and we tried to beat it,"- I explained JJ, and Mikey laughed right away- "According to it, a regular human being might drink a whole box of milk in 33,3 seconds, and Frank argue he could do it in 30."

- "Spoiler, he couldn't"- Mikey added- "But he gave it a good fight, nearly died, choking."

- "Technically, he would have drowned"- I corrected- "It's called "dry drowning." It happens when water is in the mouth or nose and the vocal cords spasm, trapping the water, causing the person to asphyxiated."

- "That's a real thing?"- Garcia questioned in shock.

- "Yes, you drown, but you don't get any water in your lungs. Instead, it goes through your nose and your mouth, and the muscles close off and spasm."

- "Wow"- Mikey tapped on my back a few times and smiled- "I love that you know so much weird shit, doc. Happy birthday!"

- "Thank you..."

My birthday celebration was a blast. Mikey, Lu, and Frank were the hit of the party, and the BAU loved them. Penelope had a rocky start with Mikey, I think 'cos she was a little jealous I had done more weird things with them than with her, but everything was smooth after they shared their third beer.

I laughed so much my face hurt. Morgan and Frank told the weirdest and most incredible stories. Prentiss came up with a few fun games to play, and everybody was on board with them. Even Hotch. Lu and JJ talked a lot, and the two of them seemed to get along just fine.

(Y/N) was incredible. She made sure everything was perfect. The fact my birthday party had Halloween decorations melted my heart. She had all my favorite snacks, pizza toppings, and drinks. Even a Halloween cupcake. What else could I ask for in life? I had everything I always dreamt of: a family. And a best friend who loved me. Not in the same way I did love her, but you can't always have everything in life, right?

- "Thank you for everything, Munchkin!!"- one drunk Garcia hugged (Y/N) for the hundredth time, standing by the door. At two in the morning, she was the only one left, along with Morgan, who was her drive back home.

- "See you Monday at work, batgirl"- (Y/N) hugged her and giggled as Garcia nearly choked her with her tight embrace.

- "And you come here!!"- Penelope hugged me too and kissed my cheek- "I love you so much, boy wonder!! I'm so happy you are happy, 'cos you deserve to be the happiest you can be!"

- "Thank you, Garcia,"- I giggled and looked at Morgan- "Are you going to be ok?"

- "Hey!"- Penelope hit my arm (for the hundredth time that night) and frowned- "What do you mean if he is going to be ok? I can behave!"

- "I know you can! I'm sure you can! I'm asking Morgan 'cos it's late and he has to drive!"

- "I'm gonna be ok, kid."- Derek answered and smiled at me- "Do you need a ride?"- I shook my head and heard the words I was secretly waiting to listen to all night long.

- "You can crush the couch if you want to,"- (Y/N) suggested and turned to me, shrugging.

- "I can help you clean,"- I added right away, and she smiled. Morgan stayed still, staring at me, and I swear he was trying to read every single facial movement I could do. So I just looked at him and smiled.

- "Ok then, we'll leave you two alone. See you Monday at work"- Derek tapped on my back and gave (Y/N) a small hug. Garcia winked and walked out.

Just like that, it was finally just the two of us.

- "Did you have fun?"- (Y/N) whispered after she closed the door and rested her back against the wood. I nodded and smiled, staring at her eyes shine.

- "Very much. This was actually my first surprise party."

- "Ever?"- (Y/N) questioned and frowned- "Really? then I am glad I didn't know that before, 'cos I don't think I could have managed the pressure of having to make you the best surprise party on earth."

- "You raised to the occasion"- she smiled and walked to the kitchen. And I followed her.

- "Are you hungry?"- I heard her asking as she opened the fridge. I grabbed a bunch of dishes and glasses on my way to the kitchen and piled them on the sink.

- "Not really. I think it was really too much pizza."

- "Spencer Walter Reid, there is never enough pizza,"- she argued, trying to stay serious.

- "My stomach is telling me otherwise."

- "So there's no room left for a slice of chocolate raspberry cake?"- I turned around and found her smiling from the fridge. She held a cake and giggled playfully.

- "You baked another?"

- "I had some free time this morning, and I had the feeling this is how the evening was going to end."

I don't think there are enough words in the vocabulary to express how those words made me feel. And most of all, I don't think my brain functioned correctly each time (Y/N) looked at me how she was going that moment.

- "So honey. You, me, your new blu ray of the 7th season of Doctor Who."

- "Which blu ray?"

- "The one I just got you, dork."

When I thought I couldn't love her more. There it was. My doom.

- "You are just making this incredibly impossible for your birthday,"- I joked, and she burst out laughing.

- "You can see through me, doctor. I hate it."

- "I'm the best profiler in the BAU, (Y/N)."

- "Really? then why didn't you discover I was planning this party?"- I made a pause and bit my inner cheek. (Y/N) turned to me again and crossed her arms on her chest, waiting for an answer.

- "I'm guessing 'cos you are the best liar in the BAU."

- "You are god damn right."

We cleaned the living room, left most of the dirty dishes piled on the sink to take care of them in the morning. Then we cuddled on the couch with a cup of tea and some cake each.

- "Are you comfortable?"- I asked her wrapping my arm around her neck as she rested her head on my shoulder.

- "Perfect, you?"

- "Me too"

- "Hit it, then. It's time travel time, doc."

(Y/N)'s point of view

I woke up in Spencer's arms. He was taking me bridal style to my room. My face was pressed against his chest, and I swear I felt butterflies in my stomach just feeling his smell.

- "What is going on?"- I mumbled and saw him smiling at me.

- "You were snoring on the couch, so I'm taking you to bed."- he whispered, placing me carefully on my bed. Then, he took out my shoes and covered me with the blanket.

- "Stay,"- I pleaded and held his hand- "Don't sleep on the couch tonight. Stay with me."

I kept my eyes closed, 'cos it was embarrassing to see him as I asked him to sleep with me on the same bed.

- "Are you sure?"

- "It's your birthday. You can't sleep on a couch. And it's not like it hadn't happened before."

I knew I was right. We had slept together in the same room many times while we were out of town during cases. We had also slept together in the same bed before when Reid was detoxing in my house; though we never actually talked about it, it just happened. Those times we literally just passed out due to exhaustion. But this time was different. That was me asking him to stay with me. And he didn't refuse.

I heard him take off his shoes and then walked around the room until he reached the other side of the bed and got under the covers with me.

- "Good night, batsy,"- I whispered and snuggled closer to him. He didn't even hesitate and hugged me tight, leaving a sweet kiss on the top of my head.

- "Good night, chipmunk"- his voice was soft and careful, just as his hands were caressing my back. I sighed and snuggled even closer, craving more of his touch.

- "Happy birthday, honey bunny."

- "Thank you, ma chère"- those words gave me shivers, and the way he murmured them made me feel things I shouldn't have felt for him, especially if he was in that bed with me.

I didn't want to be in love with Spencer. But I couldn't stop those feelings. I had to remind myself he didn't see me the same way. It was hard to deal with those feelings when I was cuddled with him in my bed. And I knew I had gotten under that situation willingly. But I just couldn't help myself. For once, I wanted to know what it felt like to sleep in Spencer's arms. I could pretend to be cool the following day, but right there under those blankets, all I wanted was to pretend he loved me the way I loved him.

Is that too sad? Maybe pathetic? Holding your best friend close in the middle of the night, pretending he is your boyfriend. Feeling how you fall deeper and deeper in love with him, knowing you will never actually kiss him or even romantically hold his hand. But it doesn't matter, 'cos what he gives you every day is way more important than that.

I snuggled closer to Spencer, feeling how he locked his arms around me. I inhaled deeply, trying to burn in my memory how everything felt like. I looked at him for a second and decided to force myself to sleep. I knew it would be hard, 'cos though I was weary, I wanted to enjoy that moment for as long as possible.

There I was, The Ice Princess like Paul had called me once, melted in Spencer's arms, wishing there was a way to stay there forever.

- "Are you ok?"- I heard Reid whisper suddenly, slightly moving to put an eye on me.

- "Yeah, why?"

- "Because you can't sleep."

- "Am I keeping you up?"

- "No... I was worried you weren't comfortable."

- "I am"- I murmured and sighed- "I was just going over the day again. But I'll fall asleep in a minute."

- "Ok..."

- "Are you comfortable?"- he hummed in response and caressed my back sweetly until I started zoning out slowly.

I didn't want to fall asleep, 'cos being awake for once was better than dreaming.

Yes. As cheesy as that.

I woke up to the smell of coffee the next morning. Spencer had made breakfast, and he had also done pretty much all the dishes. As a result, my house was cleaner than it was before the party.

- "You didn't have to clean the whole place on your own,"- I argued as I sat at the kitchen island and sipped my cup of coffee.

- "I know, but I wanted to thank you for throwing an amazing party- Spencer smiled and held his cup of coffee with both hands for a moment- I wanted to make you breakfast, but all I managed to do was the Spencer Reid Special

- "You know I love it!"- I chuckled and watched him turn around to get me a bowl of cereal and milk.

- "Breakfast of champs!"- I teased and grabbed my spoon- "Did you sleep well?"

- "Yes, very much. You?"

- "I don't think I sleep. I fell unconscious. I didn't even hear you get out of bed. I was too tired. It's been a long couple of weeks."- I chewed my cereal as Spencer sat across from me.

- "Yes. But we've managed well without Gideon"- Spencer brought him up, and that surprised me. He hadn't talked about him or even said Gideon's name for the last few weeks.

- "Yeah, we did a fantastic job"- I reassured his words, and he nodded in silence- "Are you excited to meet David Rossi?"

- "Yeah! I mean, that man is a legend. I can't believe he wants to leave retirement and join the BAU again after all these years."

- "I heard he is freaking loaded"- I finished my cereal and sipped my coffee- "Garcia told me that he shouldn't even work anymore with all the money he has made from his book."

- "Why do you think he wants to come back to the BAU?"- Spencer asked and looked into my eyes with a childish expression.

- "I have no idea. Maybe being a millionaire is not as exciting as catching serial killers."

I stood up as I spoke and opened the fridge. There was still some cake left, and I knew Spencer would love to have his sugary coffee with even more sugar.

- "Or perhaps he has unfinished business,"- he said and smiled as soon as he saw the pastry.

- "I just hope he is nice. I don't want to deal with an asshole with a gigantic ego who can't handle working as a team."

- "I heard Hotch saying he is very nice."

- "Assholes are usually nice with Hotch."

- "Are you implying Hotch is an asshole?"- I set to dishes and frowned at Reid as I cut a slice of cake.

- "No! I am saying assholes respect him. And they are colleagues. I don't know if Rossi will work well with younger people, though."

- "We'll have to see tomorrow."

Reid was right. And I didn't want to create a false idea of David Rossi in my head before I met him. I had already read all of his books, and when Hotch told us he might join the team, I hyperventilated for a bit of bit. I mean it when I say David Rossi is a legend. Working along with him would be the most incredible experience ever. But only if he was nice.

I had worked hard for almost two years to get where I was in the BAU. And I didn't want to go through the whole process again, proving to Rossi I deserved to be where I was.

- "So, do you have any plans for today?"- Spencer asked me suddenly, and I just shook my head- "Mikey said they had a show on October 31st."

- "Yes! And that happens to be also Frank's birthday! So be prepared, 'cos if we are in town, we are gonna party hard that night!!"- Spencer smiled and nodded.

- "Then maybe we could go get him a present later,"- he suggested.

- "Deal. And perhaps some new Halloween decorations."

Oh! His excited face was priceless. That boy loves Halloween as much as I do, and each year we got all the best decor to keep our houses festive all year long. 'Cos we are Halloween dorks.

- "You know, Garcia and JJ were pretty shocked last night when they found out I go out and party with you and the guys."

- "Why?"- I cut him a second slice of cake and put it on his dish. He shrugged and sipped his coffee.

- "I guess they didn't know I am human."

- "Don't say that, honey."

- "It was a little upsetting too."

- "Why?"

- "'Cos they kept calling them "your friends," referring to you, and they kept telling them they are my friends too. What? So now I can't party or have friends?"

Spencer was honestly upset with those facts, and I could totally understand why. Everybody treated him like a kid and a nerd. They now knew he did things that weren't expected from someone like him, like going to rock shows and partying. So, of course, they were going to be shocked.

- "Have I ever told you meeting you is the best thing that the BAU has given me?"- I answered, in a rush of honesty that came out of nowhere.

- "No"- he mumbled and pouted like a kid- "Why are you telling me this?"

- "'Cos I wanted you to know."- I smiled and stared at him for a second- "Never let anyone make you feel you are less than awesome, Spencer Walter Reid. 'Cause you are the most amazing person I've ever met."

The way he looked at me, in a weird mix between shock and gratitude, melted me. After that, he didn't say anything; he just blushed. And I guess I was too scared to continue talking, 'cause all I managed to do next was excuse myself and lock in the bathroom to shower.

Spencer's point of view

I walked into the bullpen the following Monday, ready to spread my Halloween love. After spending Sunday with (Y/N), I was in a fully Halloween mood. We had gotten Frank a birthday present, also did some Halloween shopping, and even got pumpkins to carve that day after work. October is my favorite month, and Halloween is hands down my favorite season.

- "I'm going to eat you!!"- I groaned on Morgan's neck and made him jump in frighten as Prentiss laughed, staring at the scene. I was wearing a Frankenstein mask, carrying bags of candies and a bunch of decorations for my desk and the office.

- "Reid!"- Derek complained, but I just smiled and took off my mask.

- "Happy all hallows eve, folk!!"- I waved and walked to my desk- "To paraphrase from Celtic mythology, tomorrow night, all order is suspended, and the barriers between the natural and the supernatural are temporarily removed!!"- I joked and threw Emily a plastic vudú head. But Morgan wasn't in the mood, I guess.

- "See, that right there is why Halloween creeps me out."

- "You are scared of Halloween??"- I narrowed my eyes and looked at him, not getting what he was talking about.

- "I didn't say I was scared. I said I was creeped out. There's a difference there, youngster. You should look it out."

- "What creeps you out about it?"- Emily asked what I was about to.

- "I don't know, people wearing masks"- he pointed at me and added- "I don't like folks in disguises."

- "That's the best thing about Halloween. You can be anyone you want to be"- I argued and threw some candies to him to cheer up his morning.

- "Nah, I'm pretty good just being me."

- "Yeah, why is it that neither of those points of view surprises me?"

Emily joked and shook her head. I was about to discuss Morgan's point when I saw (Y/N) walk into the bullpen. She was carrying a gigantic plastic Jacko lantern while wearing a zombie mask we had just gotten together the day before.

- "I want brain!!"- she moaned, and Emily laughed as soon as she saw her.

- "Not you too, princess!!"- Morgan whined as soon as he saw her- "We were just talking about this."

- "What? You are not a Halloween fan?"

- "Not as much as you two nerds"- he answered and shook his head- "You know what, though? On the flip side, it does provide a pretty good reason to cozy up with a scary flick and a little Halloween honey."

And as soon as Derek said those words, (Y/N) and Emily frowned, disgusted.

- "Halloween honey, now I am creeped out,"- Emily argued, and (Y/N) shook her head, leaving the Jacko lantern on her desk carefully.

- "Guys, he's here,"- I warned them, trying to be as discreet as possible, but I don't think it worked. David Rossi walked over, along with section chief Erin Strauss. (Y/N) made a gesture and reminded me to take off my mask, as I quickly did my best to look presentable. Rossi just smiled at us and walked straight to Hotch's office.

- "So, do you guys think he is going to stay here for good?"- (Y/N) asked, standing by my side. She reached out and handed me a bag filled with my favorite candies for no reason and just smiled.

- "I don't know. Maybe they asked him to fill in while they find a replacement for Gideon,"- Emily said, her eyes glued at Hotch's office, though none of us could see a thing of what was going on in there. We just saw Strauss walking out and JJ walking over, most likely to announce Hotch we had a case.

- "So, what did you guys do Saturday after we left?"- Morgan asked (Y/N) and me and smiled pleased, probably ready to tease us over anything we might tell him.

- "Nothing really, we got naked and did the dirty on every spot you sat on in my apartment."

(Y/N) answered as casually as possible, not even paying attention to his face. Emily burst out laughing, and I know I blushed, looking down at the files on my desk.

- "There's no need to get all defensive, princess,"- Morgan answered and shook his head, smiling at her.

- "Well, it's not the first time you ask about what we've done with that teasing tone of voice, so excuse me for giving you the answer you wanted to hear."

- "Guys,"- I whispered and looked over. Emily and Derek stood up as soon as they noticed Hotch and Rossi were walking towards us.

- "SSA David Rossi, this is SSA Emily Prentiss"

- "Sir!"- she smiled and shook his hand as he nodded.

- "SSA Derek Morgan,"- Hotch announced, and my friend shook Rossi's hand.

- "It's an honor, agent Rossi."

- "Please, just Dave."

- "SSA (Y/L/N)"- he said, and (Y/N) shook his hand too.

- "Nice to meet you, sir."

- "And Doctor Spencer Reid"

- "Sir, if I could talk to you later about your work with the Scarsdale skinner. Psycho-linguistics is an incredibly dynamic field, and the fact that your profile for his reading habit ultimately led to his capture is something I find so incredibly intriguing."

- "Reid"- I know I was carried away when Hotch interrupted me- "Reid, slow down. He'll be here for a while. You can catch up with him later."

Rossi was a little overwhelmed. I'm guessing it was because he was meeting many new people, which can be pretty intimidating at any age. So I smiled and nodded.

- "Sorry,"- I whispered and looked at Hotch to see if he was mad at me, but no. If anything, he was amused.

- "No problem, doctor,"- Rossi added and smiled.

- "Maybe you guys can talk on the jet,"- Hotch suggested, surprising Rossi.

- "The jet?"

- "We've got a jet now"- and Hotch even smiled at Rossi, who was honestly shocked.

- "Are you serious?"

- "Yeah, it comes pretty handily. Come on, JJ is waiting."

Hotch and Rossi walked away to the conference room. Emily followed them, along with Morgan, who also teased me and smiled. I stood still and waited for (Y/N) for a second and felt her hand on mine as we walked to catch with the team. She just smiled, and I did the same. Moments like those were the ones that made me keep going, kept me sane, and made me feel honestly happy. I didn't want it to end.

But it did. Eventually.

The case took us to Carrollton, Texas. It was the first one we had with David Rossi as a part of the team, and it was weird. Rossi didn't really know how to work as a team, and if there was something the BAU had in its DNA was working together, no matter what.

The first time on the field with him, he barely talked to (Y/N) or me. As a matter of fact, she then pointed out she felt we were on his way. In fact, he collected his thoughts and wrote everything he might come up with but never spoke it out loud. So we had to take the words from him.

- "The man is a legend, (Y/N)"- I sipped his coffee and looked at how my best friend shook her head. We were sitting at the Carrollton police office, waiting for Hotch to finish talking with the police chief so we could deliver the profile to all the officials.

- "So? The fact he is a famous profiler means he can't fucking talk to us? give me a break! he is acting like a diva!"

- "He and Gideon created the BAU"- I tried to make a point, but I knew I didn't have any good point to save Rossi from my best friend's.

- "We are ready to deliver the profile,"- JJ announced, and the two of us stood up quickly- "Hey, I'm sorry you missed your concert,"- she whispered as we walked to meet the rest of the team.

- "Yeah, I was looking forward to seeing Frank and Mikey's band live,"- I said and smiled at her, surprised she remembered it.

- "Were your friends too upset?"

- "No, they are already used to it, which is actually pretty upsetting too. That means we've lost a lot of shows. But they know it's because we are working, and not because we don't want to go"- JJ smiled at me and chuckled slightly.

- "What? You still can't believe I go to rock shows?"- I asked her and raised an eyebrow, trying to understand her reaction.

- "No, it's just that you keep saying "we," and it makes you sound like you are an old married couple who does everything together,"- she answered and shook her head as she pointed at (Y/N) and me. I didn't know what to say at that, and I don't think (Y/N) heard her, or she would have said something (anything) to JJ. I just stared at her confused, and she cut me one more smile before we heard Emily speak.

- "There's a sophistication and patience in what this unsub does that suggests a level of maturity. We believe this puts his age in the mid-30s to 40s range."- Prentiss started describing the serial killer we were hunting. I turned to her and nodded, ready to continue giving the profile.

- "Michelle Colucci was taken from the primary crime scene and disposed of at the tertiary crime scene four days later. That means she was held somewhere for at least three days. You can't really just hold a victim anywhere for days on end, so he most likely has access to a house of some kind."

- "And he's also fairly tech-savvy"- Morgan continued- "The fliers were made on a computer, and it's probable that he used a device to intercept the last victim's phone call."

- "Witnesses in the victim's neighborhood say they might have seen a white man putting up fliers, but none of them could describe him. Even with all the media this case has received"- Hotch added. One of the detectives sighed, annoyed we couldn't give him anything better.

- "Great"

- "Actually, what that tells us is that there is absolutely nothing remarkable about this man,"- (Y/N) said and looked straight into the detective's eyes- "He is exceedingly average. Average height, average build."

- "It extends to his professional life as well,"- I added and nodded at her- "He most likely works in a field where he doesn't stand out. Doesn't really make a mark."

- "His lack of distinction is part of his psychopathy,"- (Y/N) said and took a look around the room- "We have hundreds of interactions with people every day. Most of those involve someone overlooking someone else. Most of us don't pay attention to being ignored, but to this kind of unsub, each oversight is intentional, especially when it comes from this object of sexual desire. He begins to obsess over her until she is all he can think about, and the rage builds until he has to attack that person."

- "So he is pissed off that nobody noticed him?"- the sheriff asked and narrowed his eyes. Most people get upset when they find out serial killers do what they do for such pointless reasons.

Hotch was starting to explain his plan to the sheriff and how we would make him contact the police when his attention focused on the tv. The news showed the exact same mask the killer was using on his victims, something we had explicitly asked everybody not to share with the press.

- "JJ, how'd they get that?"- Hotchner's voice was shocked and upset. JJ looked at him, confused, shaking her head.

- "Not from me! Hotch, I called the local police departments, and I stressed withholding the mask!"

- "I called them"- Rossi pointed to the tv as soon as he walked into the room and didn't give it much thought to what was going on. We all looked at each other, confused, and waited for Aaron's reaction.

- "What?"

- "I said the FBI think the mask means he's impotent,"- Rossi explained, and none of us moved or even said a word. All we could notice was how Hotch's face was trying to hide his anger.

- "Can I speak to you for a second?"- he asked David, and the two of them walked away.

- "So, assholes were usually nice with Hotch, right?"- I whispered into (Y/N)'s ear and heard her chuckle. Morgan looked at us and frowned. I guess it wasn't the time for humor after all.

- "So the legend likes to fly solo,"- Prentis whispered as she stood by our side.

- "Are you surprised?"- (Y/N) crossed her arms on her chest and sighed. All of us kept an eye on the door that separated us from Hotch and Rossi.

- "I don't know. I wasn't expecting this today, but I can't say I'm shocked either"- Emily murmured and shook her head- "I just thought maybe he'd know how to work with a team."

- "Now I'm scared,"- (Y/N) said and looked around- "Do you think he knows how to work with females on the team? Or will he keep asking us to bring him coffee?"- Prentiss chuckled at (Y/N)'s words, and Morgan placed a hand on her shoulder.

- "Come on, princess, he is old but not that old."

- "I already went through a lot to validate myself in front of Aaron and Gideon the last two years"- (Y/N) confessed- "I am not planning to do the same with him. He has to know, everybody in this team is here for a reason."

- "We are not letting him do that,"- Derek assured her and cut him a warm smile- "Personally, I won't let him do that."

We caught the killer later that very same day. Well, Rossi killed him, to be completely honest. The team reached his house and saved the last victim. She was hurt, but she was going to be ok soon. The neighborhood was filled with kids trick or treating, and the fact the area was surrounded by police cars and ambulances alerted everybody.

- "Honey..."- (Y/N) whispered and held my hand as she walked me down the street- "Those kids are watching the police procedure, and I don't wanna ruin their Halloween."- she said and pouted.

- "Do you wanna give them some candies?"- I asked her and opened my satchel- "I still got some of the ones you gave me."

- "I love you so much"- she kissed my cheek and grabbed some of the candies. I stayed still for a second and just stared at her walking to the kids and how their faces lit up when they saw the candies. I guessed that's how I looked whenever she walked to me.

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meenah-chan · 3 years

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Brothers and a Broken Bone

An OM! GN! MC fanfiction (OM! Brothers & Now-dateables + Luke)

2.42k words

Genre: flangst probably

Trigger Warning: blood, broken bone, violence (probably) Self depreciation? Still, read at your own discretion.

A chaotic family. A fight broke out and then... "Snap!"

They were on the way to the Demon Lord's Castle. Being like their usual selves, seven demons of varying personalities is chaotic.

"I'll definitely kill you Mammon if you're not able to get my platinum Seraphim figurine back!"

"Stop fussin' around already! It's just a figurine—"

"Just a figurine?! That's the last limited edition platinum Seraphim figurine released during the final episode of Seraphim of the End! There are only 5 of it ever produced in the whole three realms!" ...extremely chaotic.

"Shut it, you're so so damn loud."

"Loud?! Then let me rip that useless ears off you!" Whilst just a few blocks away from the castle, the purple demon suddenly transformed and spring towards his scummy brother.

"Stop it already. You're making a scene—" Before Satan could finish his sentence, the book he's holding was hit by Mammon's stray hand and flew, knocking Beelzebub's burger off his hands.

"My... Burger..." Losing concentration he lost grip of Belphegor, who is on his back.

On his fall, Belphegor squash Asmodeus to the ground, who then broke a nail.

"My book..."

"My beautiful nails..."

"Mngh... the hell..."

A burger splattered on the floor. A dented book coated with mayo and ketchup. A broken nail. An interrupted sleep.

... Extremely chaotic indeed.

Simultaneously the demon brothers transformed, ready to join the brawl.

"Stop this, you fools!" A riot is the last thing Lucifer wants a few blocks away from Diavolo's abode. Yet, his words falls on deaf ears, causing a set of horns and wings to sprout from him.

And the eldest joins the battle.

Then there's MC, a mere human. "Hey! No fighting guys!!" ...with no one who want to listen to.

"Don't hurt each other!!" Still nothing.

They move closer and took a deep breath, but this time, they're eager to use a bit of force through their pacts. "CUT IT—Aww." yet before they could, they fail miserably. Knocked by whoever the brother is, MC lost their balance.

They twist to hopefully resist their fall. Still, MC's footing failed and instead fall face first.

Snap!

As if a twig cracks, Leviathan and Mammon's attention was drawn to the unsettling sound. And as if on cue— Lucifer, Beelzebub, Satan and Belphegor's eyes followed.

A few feet away from them sits MC, blood profusely dripping off their nose.

MC rose on their feet but in a second, "Ahh..." They glanced on their lower right and lift their arm, as if nothing is bleeding.

Following the human's line of vision, blood suddenly drained from everyone's face. Well, except for the human themself.

"AHHHH!!" A shriek from Mammon and Asmodeus.

"Y/N!?" A shocked yell from Lucifer, Beelzebub and Satan.

"..." And a choked silence from Leviathan and Belphegor.

"...It broke." at the end of their arm limply dangles their forearm from the elbows. MC just looked at it as if nothing's out of place. They then glance to the stiff brothers a few feet away from them. "So, y'all cool down a bit?"

The brothers are anything but cooled down. They are so terrified they couldn't even move on their s spot.

And as if to trigger the demon brothers alot more, they swish their arm a little bit, the dangling forearm swinging like pendulum.

The first one to return to his composure is Lucifer, pulling out a handkerchief to stop the bleeding of Y/N's nose.

Satan followed, removing his blue jacket and sling their right arm around their neck. "I can't find anything hard to support your arm so please make do with this for now... damn, that fucking hardbound book's useless..." He mumbled the last phrase gritting his teeth.

"... Let's head to the Demon Lord's Castle first." Lucifer may looked he is composed outside but inside, he is a total mess. Everytime he loosens the pressure of his hand on their nose, blood will come dripping off with no sign of clotting at all. Just a bit more of ant stimuli and he will certainly be panicking like his brothers.

Noticing it, MC took the handkerchief from Lucifer and hold it in place themself.

Beel on the other hand towers over them and carry them.

"Does it hurt? Am I the one who hit you?" A crying Mammon hovers over them, hesitant of touching a single strand of his human.

"O-Of course it hurts, you idiot! We just broke MC's arms!" Leviathan is also a crying mess, standing beside Mammon.

"Not really. It is throbbing but numb." They reeled their arm once more, alerting everyone.

"DON'T DO THAT!!" They all yelled in sync.

"Hahahahahaha!! Looked at that priceless faces. Are you in a choir?"

"Hey, no fooling around! You're injuries are serious!" Asmodeus snaps.

"What if you worsen it?! You want to lose your arm, huh?!" Belphegor added.

"Why would I listen to any of you?" MC raised an eyebrow.

"Stop being childish and unreasonable. We're just thinking about you."

"Ohoh~? Did I heard it right? Childish and unreasonable? Aren't you describing yourselves awhile ago before injuring me with your bickering?" Condescending laugh. They received an insulting laugh from a mere human, yet no one utter a single word for defense.

Amidst the chaos, three forms appears opposite to their destination. "Hey guys, aren't you going to the Demon Lord's Castle too? What are you doing in the middle of the road?" As Simeon, Luke and Solomon approached the frozen brothers, MC jump off Beel's grasp and went to them.

"MC, what's with that jacket?" Luke held the hem of their shirt with a concerned look.

"It's nothing, just broke my arm. Come on, let's go to Diavolo and leave that matured and reasonable bunch." MC is smiling but the three could hear the spite in their voice.

"Wait—You WHAT?!" The eyes of the three almost bulged out of their skulls in surprise.

"Don't worry, I can't feel it. Let's go before the numbness disappears."

Through Solomon's magic, they manage to stop the bleeding and hold the arm from swinging. The four arrived at the the Demon Lord's Castle safely, leaving the brothers behind.

"MC, what happened?" As soon as he sees their state, Diavolo react fast and guide them to the nearest sofa.

"It was an accident. Is it possible to fix this?" Barbatos entered the room from a door different from what they used. He is carrying with him a first aid. Their guess is either— he left the room as he saw them or, he already predicted this will happen and came prepared. Either way, he didn't questioned them and instead act calm and efficiently as ever. Though when MC look closely, they can see an ever subtle crease between his brows.

Shortly after Barbatos appeared, the seven brothers arrived to the room, silently stayed in the corner.

"Solomon, I believe you have knowledge of healing spells, don't you?" Barbatos asked, wrapping the injured arm carefully yet fast.

"Yes, but it will take a few days to completely heal a torn ligament."

"I also have some speeding-up spells under my sleeves. I think combining it will heal MC's arm by daybreak." After Barbatos patch them up, Luke approach MC, with Simeon a step behind him.

"Are you o–okay? Does it hurt?" Teary-eyed he hold their knee, looking into their eyes.

With their uninjured hand they caress Luke's cheek, wiping the tears off his eyes. "It doesn't hurt at all. I will be alright in no time. A sweet little angel is blessing me after all."

"That's right Luke. Solomon and Barbatos are also forming a spell to return MC's arm to normal."

"Now, listen everyone." Diavolo stood in the middle of the room, calling everyone's attention. "I believe MC and the brothers have something to discuss in private. While Barbatos and Solomon are constructing a spell in the next room, I hope Simeon and Luke to come with me to give them privacy."

"I bet they are the one who caused MC's injuries! I don't want to leave MC alone with them!"

"It'll be okay Luke. They will be careful and won't do it the second time. Am I right, guys?" Simeon spoke calmly to soothe Luke but a hint of distaste still managed to reach the ears of the brothers. "Now come, let's leave them for a while." A reassuring smile from MC to Luke, and a thankful nod from Lucifer, to Diavolo and Simeon are passed before the others left the room.

"MC..." Approaching them, the brothers line up in row a meter away from them, Lucifer speaking in the middle of the line. "We would like to apologize for our... foolishness. Won't you forgive us? We're ready to do anything to earn you again."

"... I'm not really angry with you guys. Just upset and disappointed, with myself. Well, maybe I'm also sad because of you."

"MC..."

"Quarrels are normal with siblings. But it hurts to see you guys on each other's neck, ready to kill each other any moment. I mean, we're family. I should be able to stop you guys from doing something you'll definitely regret later. Yet here I am, a mere weak human who couldn't even do anything about it."

"It was like you guys calling me a family is nothing but a title. That without the pact, I am but a useless design that would crumble at a slight flick. I'm so weak and useless it's so upsetting."

"You're not weak nor useless!!" Mammon yelled.

"Yes I am. Look at this arm that snapped like a flimsy twig." MC slightly raised the arm with broken bone, which is starting to throb in pain. Pain that will definitely cause their tears anytime soon. Yet despite the pain still not surfacing completely, a greater pain within their chest caused tears to fall anyways.

"Look at me MC," Lucifer knelt in front of them, wiping the tears away from their eyes, "You, by any means, are not a weak person."

"Staying by our side after everything that happened, shows that you're a strong person." Satan strokes their head, smiling.

"That's because I really love you all. Because I want to be with you."

"We love you too, MC." Asmodeus also knelt beside Lucifer, taking their hand to his lips for a kiss.

"You're the most precious person to us, MC. We don't want you sad so please smile."

"Y–You know you're the Henry of my life! I vow I won't cause you pain. No–I'll protect you from all the sufferings in this world the best that I can!" Standing behind Lucifer, Leviathan fist-pumped.

"You're the best cuddle partner for me. Get well soon so we can take a nap without any problems." hugged MC from behind, burrying his face on the crook of their neck.

Mammon had enough. "Let go, you pricks! No touching to my human! What if you worsen their injury, huh?!" He especially tried peeling the fifth and seventh born from their intimate touch with MC.

"You're just jealous you couldn't hug them."

"Or kiss their hand." Asmodeus planted another peck onto their palm.

"N–No, of c–course not!" Mammon blushed profusedly while he held his hands over Asmodeus to stop him the third time.

"Pfft—Hahahahahahaha!" Being able to lift the pain off themself and hearing the brothers cheer them up, MC laughed with light heart, also lifting the veil of sadness and guilt from the brothers' chests.

The room was filled with smiles and laugh, fortifying the bonds of the big family they have.

"I'm sorry for interrupting everyone,"

"GWAAAHHHH!!" Leviathan and Mammon screamed in surprise as Barbatos appeared in the room with neither warning nor sound. Not only the purple and whitehead was taken aback. Everyone went stiff for a second except MC who is facing the door directly and saw Barbatos enter.

"The spell is done in the other room. If you may allow me, I would like to take MC."

On the doorway stood Solomon, holding back his laughter from the scene, engraving the comical shocked faces of everyone to the back of his mind.

"You could've knocked before entering you know..." Satan sighed.

"Forgive me for my rudeness, but I would like to bring them as soon a possible." Barbatos slightly bowed with his usual formal smile.

"... I see. Please do." Lucifer held his temple for a second before rising on his feet and giving way to the butler. If he knew, the butler definitely did it intentionally as a payback.

"If you'll excuse me." Barbatos took MC's other hand and in a snap, sling it to his nape, carrying MC in his arms like a princess.

"Oi! Let go! I'll carry them myself!" Mammon yelled at Barbatos' action. "I'm afraid I can't let you do that."

"Yeah, you might drop MC from being too flustered." Asmodeus agreed, squealing at the thrilling sight before him.

"Beel, you carry MC." Belphegor nudged his twin. "Okay, I will."

"No, I don't think that's possible." Diavolo entered the room, interrupting any more attempt of the demon brothers of taking MC. Simeon is with him, while Luke made a beeline to his baking teacher and MC.

"Now that you settled everything with MC, we will now discuss your punishment for the incident."

"...What?" Belphegor and Satan raised an eyebrow from the Crown Prince's statement.

"Yes. Punishment. I entrusted MC in your care thinking you can protect them. Instead you caused them pain. I'll be lying if I said I'm not disappointed."

Although Lucifer thought of the possibility of punishment but to hear the word disappointed from Diavolo's lips, directed at him, his loyal prospect hits him hard.

"...Yes. I understand, Diavolo."

The stunned faces of the brothers, including Lucifer pulled the last string of composure within Solomon, freeing the dam of his loud laughter. Simeon also chuckled with him.

"Okay, let's start. Barbatos, Solomon, proceed to the other room to tend MC's injuries. Simeon will also help with the discussion."

"As you wish, Young Master." "Okay." Barbatos, Solomon and Simeon replied simultaneously.

"Will do. How about you, Luke?"

"I'll go with MC."

"W–Wait! Can't we just settle this without any punishment? MC did say they're fine already. Right, MC?" Mammon held Barbatos halfway to the exit.

"As much as I want that, I can't really oppose Diavolo's decision. And you did dig what you sow, so... Condolence, I guess?"

"You heard her." Diavolo added.

"B–But, BUT—"

"MAMMOOOON..."

"EEK—!"

And thus, the trial begins.

I dunno why I wrote this seriously 😂🤣 I just thought I want to write a comedy fanfic with all the characters but I just noticed my plot is a bit dark to make this a comedy at all. So I made it a fluffy angst instead sksksksk 😆😆✌️

Also posting A Smear of Blood soon after.

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Gentle Love

More Everlark fluff, because, really, is there ever too much?

Word Count: 1821 (not really proofread)

Now that the need isn't so dire, it's harder for me to rise before the sun does. And, most times, it isn't a problem. There's no need for me to be up so early in the day. Summer, though, was a different story.

The sun was too damn hot!

So, with heavy and unwilling limbs, I rolled out of bed, straightening the sheets before washing up.

Minutes later, when I crossed into the kitchen, Peeta was already there, finishing breakfast at the table. He broke into a grin, making my lips lift into a smile back. He stood and grabbed the warming teakettle off the stove, filling a mug and placing it at my spot on the table.

Then he took a step over to me and gave me his customary good morning kiss on the crown of my head. At first, I teased him about doing it everyday, but now I wrap my arms around Peeta's stomach, not-so-secretly craving this gentle love every morning.

"Hi," I said softly, grinning and pressing a kiss to his shirt. He hugged me back, resting his cheek on my head. My eyes fell shut again, craving to return to sleep, while I basked in Peeta's steadiness. This little ritual we do always starts my day off on the right foot. The beat of his heart had almost lulled me back into a light sleep when he quietly said my name.

I squeezed him tighter, holding him close for another moment, and unwound myself from his embrace. One of his hands came up to rest on the side of my face. "I gotta head to the bakery now." His thumb lightly ran down my cheekbone. "I'll see you later. Have a good day," he added, and I replied in kind.

I heard the door shut behind Peeta as I sat down to my now cooling tea. Sipped it and, ah yes, the perfect temp. He even remembered to add the extra mint leaf. Quite a spoiled wife, I am.

By the time I finally deemed myself alert enough not to fall out of a tree, the sun was already climbing high in the sky. It was going to be a very hot day.

The animals are much smarter than I am, evidently. They were staying home, in their cool dens and nests, as one should on a day as blistering as this. Sweat was pooling in, just, all of everywhere. I was tired and uncomfortable, to put it lightly. The added bonus of nothing to show for the day really topped it all off.

It was a relief to finally return home, dumping my bow and bag as soon as I entered the door. I peeled my shoes off next, leaving them in the entryway. I'm usually the one fussing at Peeta for doing just that. When I reached our bathroom, the first thing I did was turn the shower on. My clothes were quickly shucked to the floor, the tie from my braid promptly following.

I closed my eyes as I stepped into the cool stream of water, running my fingers through my hair to get it thoroughly soaked. I spun in a slow circle, grateful for the simple luxury of a shower. Still, not one to be wasteful, I indulged in a few more minutes of sitting in the steady stream, then I stood and shut it off.

With the towel wrapped around me, I pondered what to wear as I looked at my closet. I tend to favorite pants, but there is no way. I decided on instead wearing my soft dressing gown, the thin fabric only brushing my knees surely going to keep me cool.

I sighed, pulling the fridge open. My lack of kills from this morning's hunt became glaringly evident, what with all these vegetables staring back at me. I reached in and grabbed a few different things, shutting the door with my hip as I turned around.

Then I got to work, cleaning and chopping as necessary, and put together a pretty nice salad, if I do say so myself. Light, fresh veggies from our garden out back, with a squeeze of lemon juice and cracked pepper sprinkled on top.

Air conditioning has yet to make it out to many places here in Twelve, so all of our windows were thrown wide open, the curtains moving in the summer breeze. I could hear Haymitch's geese honking over in his yard, and I grinned to myself. Geese, of all things to raise.

Peeta came in as I was setting my plate into the rack to dry, using a towel to wipe my hands. I leaned back against the counter, looking him up and down. Took in his sweat-soaked shirt, his flushed cheeks, his damp hair. I rose a brow. "Hot day in the bakery, was it?" I asked, breaking into a grin.

He rolled his eyes as he nodded, shooting me a snarky grin as he grabbed a glass of water. He quickly downed it, filling the glass up again before reaching over to snag my arm and bring me closer.

I backed up a step, his arm falling into the space between us. He sent me an exaggerated pout. "Nope, not until you take a shower. I'm already rinsed off, so no touching until you are, too."

Peeta tried to reach out again, this time for my other arm, and I evaded it. I gave him a look, and he held his hands up in mock surrender. "Okay, I give. I'll go shower." Then he grinned, and I knew that look. "But not before I do this!" he said, quickly darting in and pressing a kiss to my cheek.

Before I even reacted, he took off for the stairs, yelling behind him, "Okay! Going! Love you!" as he went. I watched him go, touching my cheek as a flush spread its way across my face. His casual show of love sometimes still makes me shy, but I'm learning to take in every little moment he tells me that he loves me in a different way. I try to do the same for him in return -- he deserves that at the very least. At most, more than anything I could ever give him.

But I'm too selfish to let anyone else have him. And nobody else compares to me in his eyes, so there's really nothing to worry about at all, is there?

My smile slipped off my face over the next few minutes, but it easily returned when I caught Peeta's eye as he came down the stairs. He was wearing his undershorts and a t-shirt on top, also doing his best to stay cool. I stood and made my way over to him as he followed me with his eyes.

He took his hand and ran his fingers up my neck, over my jaw. Cupped my cheek, pulling my head closer as he slowly, deftly, kissed me. My breath caught in my throat, just for a moment. "Am I clean enough for you, now?" he asked, pressing his lips to mine again, gently biting at the bottom one. "I missed you almost as much as I melted in the heat."

I threw my head back and laughed. "Oh, I know. It's merciless out there. I don't even want to think about how hot it is in front of all those ovens."

"Precisely why I closed up early, my dear." He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. "I said to hell with selling what was left in the case, so I shut off the ovens and passed it out on the way home. Knowing you were here may have aided in my decision, but really, who's to say?" He smiled at me again, a hint of mischief playing on his lips.

My heart swelled at his words. How I ended up with such a generous man as my husband, I will never know. Everything he does somehow makes me love him more, and I don't know how there can be much more room in my heart for it to keep growing.

"It's gonna be a meatless day today - no luck hunting this morning," I told him. It's not a problem if I don't get anything out on my hunts; we don't rely on what I bring home, but we vastly prefer it over the butcher's cuts. "There's also a salad in the fridge if you're hungry."

"A personal chef, just for me," he said, pulling the door open and taking the plate out. "Thank you."

I joined Peeta at the table, resting my chin in my hand as I looked out the window. Took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. The need for sleep returned now that I had a full belly, and I closed my eyes. Oh, perhaps it's okay not to do anything the rest of the day. I could give myself this day of doing nothing. Perhaps I could convince Peeta to do the same.

I opened my eyes, turning my head to look back at Peeta. He was already watching me, his features soft in the sunlight. Yes, I thought, tilting my head, he will be easy to convince.

He narrowed his eyes at me. "What are you scheming up over there?"

I hummed. "Oh, nothing, really." Then I stood, walking around the table, and planted myself in his lap. One of my arms rested on his shoulder, my hand easily finding its place in his damp hair. Peeta's eyes fell shut as I lightly combed my fingers through his curls. He let out a small sigh. One of his hands traced back and forth on my thigh, the other one twining with my free hand in our lap. We stayed like this for a while, comfortable in the other person's company.

At some point, he began bestowing the lightest and softest kisses along my neck, his closest access point. Using the hand already in his hair, I brought his face up to mine, kissing his lips. He tasted like lemon.

"What do you say," I started, "to lazing around the rest of the day?"

He grinned. "Way ahead of you, my love." Kissed me again, this time with more pressure, my heart racing in response. "Well, maybe not exactly nothing...." he added, pulling me ever closer to him.

I laughed, feeling the warm pressure of our bodies against each other. "I thought that was a given in the term 'lazing around.'"

"It is. I just wanted to make sure you were aware of it."

I bit my lip, holding back a sarcastic response. My thumb tilted his chin up, our lips meeting in the middle for another kiss. He made a noise in the back of his throat when I lightly scraped my nail along his skin, and I grinned against his lips.

A good day to laze around, indeed.

#everlark #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #katniss and peeta #ficlet #fluff #the hunger games #post mockingjay #canon compliant #i struggled writing this so don't tell me if u think it's bad #i love peeta

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justmypartner · 3 years

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Make it Work: Chapter 8

Summary: When offered a permanent position with the FBI, Hailey agrees to take it under one condition: Jay comes too. As their personal lives and work lives begin to change, the two partners find it increasingly difficult to navigate their complex relationship and manage their feelings for one another.

Writer’s Note: This is my favorite chapter so far. I cried, I smiled, I felt a lot of emotions while writing it, and I’m pretty proud of how it turned out. There are a few warnings for this chapter, so see those below. Not to give anything away, but if you didn’t like Walker before, you really won’t like him after this chapter. Thanks to everyone following this story, I appreciate each and every note so much! Prepare your tissues and please enjoy!!

TW//: mentions of assault and attempted sexual assault

Tagging: @angelsjedi , @brookerz122493 , @cpdfan2014 , @the–carousel , @maya-asturias , @itsdesiree86 , @tvshowsaremyhappyplace

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A light patter on the window woke Jay long before his alarm did. He threw his duvet from his body and rose from the bed, stretching out his tired limbs before moving to the window to watch as rain fell from the sky. It was his first rainy New York City day, and his mood certainly matched the weather. Unlike the day prior, he was hangover free, but he had a strange dismal feeling in his chest he couldn’t explain. He chalked the feeling up to the dreary weather and slowly began to get ready for the day.

He walked to work, maneuvering through the sidewalk traffic carefully as his umbrella bumped into those around him. When he made it to the office, it was uncharacteristically quiet. He went to the break room to make a cup of coffee before settling into his desk. He had been quietly catching up on things when Walker walked in. Jay’s attention shot up when he noticed the red and purple bruises scattered across his face.

“Dude, what the hell happened to you?” Jay questioned, suppressing a snicker that leapt out from the back of his throat. Walker only replied with a scowl and a shake of the head. Jay threw his hands up in surrender, but he wasn’t planning on fully letting it go. Whatever happened, he figured must have taken place sometime after he left work the night before. Then it hit him, Hailey went out with him and would surely know the story.

Jay pulled out his phone, clicking on her contact and typing her a message.

Cannot wait to hear about what Walker got into last night. He’s being tight-lipped about it, but I’m sure it’s a story you’re just itching to tell ;)

He sent the text with a concealed smirk before slipping his phone back into his pocket and bringing his attention back to his computer. Not long after Walker showed up, Daisy walked in, immediately taking note of the bruises on Walker’s face and chuckling to herself.

“What happened Burrows, sleep with the wrong guy’s wife?” she mocked with a sneer as she settled into her desk. He silently shut her down the same way he did Jay. Daisy’s eyes met Jay’s, widening with curiosity and amusement. He shrugged, shaking his head with an entertained grin.

After a while, Hailey still hadn’t shown up, causing him to worry. She was never late, so he decided to call her. No answer. He texted her again, this time asking if she was alright. By the time Drake had come in to brief the team on the day’s case, she still hadn’t shown up and she still hadn’t responded. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but he knew something was wrong. After the briefing, he pulled Walker aside.

“Do you know where Hailey is?” He asked him. The man twitched at the sound of her name, causing Jay to look at him crossly.

“No clue,” Walker replied bluntly.

“Did something happen last night?” Jay questioned, anxiety building as he surveyed the man’s beaten face, his imagination beginning to run unhinged.

“Look, Halstead. I have no clue where she is, leave me alone,” he spat, pushing past him to end the conversation. Something was up, and every word that left the man’s mouth only made Jay more concerned. His gut told him her absence and his bruises weren’t mutually exclusive, the thought sent a hot anger through Jay’s body. Before Walker could get far, Jay grabbed at his arm, pulling him back around to face him.

“What the hell happened?” He hissed. Walker tried to yank his arm away, but Jay tightened his grip, preventing him from doing so.

“Back off, Halstead,” he bucked up, trying to get in his face.

Daisy noticed the scrap, rushing over and inserting herself between the two of them.

“Woah, okay what’s going on here?” she raised, pushing against each of their chests to separate them. Avoiding the question, Jay shook his head, moving towards his desk and snatching his jacket from the back of his chair.

“Doesn’t matter. I’ll go find out myself. It better have nothing to do with you,” Jay threatened, pushing a finger into the man’s chest.

He turned to Daisy. “Tell Drake I had to take care of something. Also, don’t let him out of your sight,” he told her softly, nodding his head towards Walker. She nodded skeptically, and he turned to make his way towards the elevators.

His heart practically leapt out of his chest as he trudged through the rain on his way to Hailey’s apartment. In his rush out of headquarters, he left his umbrella, leaving cold rain pouring over him, soaking in his clothes down to his skin the entire walk over. Yet, it did nothing to cool down the fire that filled his body with rage. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but the twisted feeling in his abdomen went from bad to worse after his confrontation with Walker.

He reached her building, desperately punching the buzzer for her apartment. It took several minutes, but eventually, she answered.

“Yes?” her soft voice echoed through the speaker, causing him to lean a hand into the building in relief. The comfort of hearing her voice dwindled quickly when he realized the defeated tone she carried.

“Hail, it’s me. Let me up,” he said as calmly as possible, raising his voice slightly to be understood over the thrumming of rain around him. There was no response and there was no buzz. He repeated his words once again.

“Let me up, please. I need to see that you’re alright,” he begged, the rain continuing to seep into his suit and cling to his skin.

A few moments later, there was a buzz and the lobby door opened. He made his way through it, ignoring the slippery mess he was creating all the way into the building and rushing up the stairs to her apartment. When he made it to her door, he took a beat, preparing himself for whatever he was about to see on the other side. He knocked. The sound of light footsteps approached before the lock clicked and the door opened slowly.

His heart fell in his chest the second he caught sight of her. His eyes travelled up and down her body, taking in every heart-wrenching detail. She wore an exhausted, somber look on her face and her eyes hopelessly avoided his. Her curls were a tangled mess framing her face, her bottom lip was split, the low cut of her tank revealed bruises along her neck and collarbone, and despite the way the long sleeves of the open flannel she wore covered her hands, he made out defensive wounds along her nails and knuckles. Without thinking, he reached out his hand, trailing his fingers gently along the red and purple bruises lining her neck and chest. The cold rain dripped down from his sleeves and onto her skin, sending visible shudders through her body.

“Hailey…” he whispered. Something broke in him when he noticed the way her eyes slowly fluttered closed as she relaxed under his touch.

“I’m okay, Jay,” she muttered, continuing to avoid eye contact with him. “Let me get you a towel, you’re probably freezing,” she said, moving away as he became aware of the way his body was shivering, the rainwater dripping down into a small puddle in her doorway. He stood there frozen, his eyes taking in the room from her door, noticing the knocked-over lamp and shattered picture frame on the floor.

What the hell happened here? He thought to himself before she reappeared in front of him, holding out a towel for him to wrap into. He stood a statue, only his eyes moving from the room and back to her, tears blurring his vision as the image of her battered body tore him apart inside. When he didn’t take the towel, she moved toward him, rising on her tiptoes to wrap it around his shoulders. She stepped back out of the way, and he stepped inside, just enough for her to close the door.

“What did he do?” he questioned, trying to remain soft with her even though his ire toward Burrows was spilling over inside of him. She sighed a shaky breath before turning around, finding a spot on the arm of her couch, flinching in pain lightly when she crossed her arms. He remained in the entryway, waiting for her to speak as rain droplets from his hair left trails down his face. He watched as she bit down hard, clenching her jaw as she concentrated on her thoughts.

“We went out last night,” she began, Jay taking note of the way she avoided saying his name. “It was getting late, we had a lot to drink. He had way more than me, way more than usual, but I didn’t oppose when he offered to walk me home. When we got out front, he emptied his guts into the bushes and asked me if he could come up for some water. I agreed, and he came up to my apartment. I pulled a glass from the cupboard, and when I turned around he was pressing me against the counter,” she said, the shakiness in her voice building up as she continued. Jay felt like he was going to be sick himself.

“He was trying to kiss me, holding me against the counter with one hand… groping me with the other. I told him to stop, that he was drunk, that I wasn’t interested. I tried pushing him away, but I was drunk myself… weaker and clumsier than I usually am. His hands were still on me, pulling, squeezing…” her voice trailed off as tears rolled from her cheeks. Jay was fuming with anger, ready to go kill the man with his bare hands that second.

“The more I struggled to get away, the more he laid into me. Punching me, choking me, putting his entire weight into my body as he forced himself on me,” her breath shuddered and she groaned as tears escaped her eyes. Jay’s head was pounding from holding back tears and vexation. The more she said, the angrier he became.

“Did he?” He asked fearfully, unsure of whether or not he wanted the answer. He felt that same heart sinking feeling he had when he asked her the same question so many years ago when he found out what Booth did to her. The same way it did back then, his voice broke with the words. He only hoped she didn’t notice the way he was completely falling apart with her. She shook her head as her puffy eyes blinked closed, sending tears down her cheeks.

“I was yelling at him to stop. Telling him no and pushing with every part of my body to get him off. He was so drunk he wasn’t even registering my words, but I was able to get a hit in, leaving him vulnerable for a split second. Long enough to catch him off guard. I laid into him until his face was so swollen I didn’t even recognize him. He got up and stumbled towards the door, falling into that table. I was able to shove him out of the apartment… and I just... I’m okay. Really. It’s nothing I haven’t dealt with before,” she said, looking down into the floor. Her words stung deep because he knew it really wasn’t anything she hadn’t had to endure before.

She was quiet for a moment, swallowing hard almost like she was trying to stomach every emotion that had to be consuming her. She stifled a series of whimpers and despite her best attempts, she fell apart completely. She clutched at her body with her arms as deep sobs shook her entire being. He wasn’t sure if he should approach her, wasn’t sure if touching her would trigger her, wasn’t sure what she needed in that moment.

So, he slowly made his way towards her, close enough to touch her, to remind her he was there and she was safe, but holding back as sobs continued to escape her mouth. She reached an arm out, trying to steady herself as she attempted to catch her breath. That was the affirmation he needed, so he carefully grabbed her by the arms, wrapping her up in his body slowly. She nestled into him and despite the cold and soggy mess he was, she clung tightly to him. They dropped to the floor as she fell apart. He rested his chin against her head as his arms squeezed her as tightly as they could. The rain droplets fell down his face and blended with the tears that spilled out of his eyes.

“Shh. I’ve got you. You’re safe. He won’t hurt you again. I got you,” he said, repeating the last three words over and over again in whispers. He felt her fingers clench tightly around his back and they sat like that for a while, huddled together on the floor until she had come down from it all.

She pulled away from his hold, keeping her fingers gripped against his back as he cradled her in his arms.

“I’m sorry,” her voice cracked with the words, and Jay responded instantly by shaking his head.

“No, don’t do that. You have nothing to be sorry for,” he whispered tenderly.

She reached a hand up, brushing a loose, wet curl from his forehead as he lost himself in her glossy blue eyes. Her eyes steadied him, casting out all of the rage that previously filled his body, and bringing him into an unexpected state of peace despite everything that just happened. She was all that mattered. Regardless of the trauma she had went through, in that moment, she was okay, she was safe, and she was in his arms. As she looked up at him, the pain and sadness that filled her eyes somehow coexisted with that familiar glimmer she only reserved for him, sending a fluttery feeling in his chest and a stroke of courage through his body.

“I love you,” he whispered, the words escaping his lips before his brain could even realize it. Her face fell with surprise, and tears refilled her eyes as he brought a hand to cup her cheek. His thumb swiped fragilely against her jaw as silence filled the room.

“I love you, Hailey” he said again, almost like he didn’t believe he said it the first time. Her mouth fell slightly agape as deep breaths sent her chest up and down steadily. Her watery eyes travelled from his eyes down to his lips, training themselves there for a moment as he took in every movement, every reaction to those words in the silence of her apartment.

In a flicker, she reached her head up and closed the space between them as her lips connected with his. She kissed him slow and steady. Her lips moved meticulously, delicately connecting and disconnecting from his as they each remained mindful of the wound on her bottom lip. It was a short kiss, but the feeling of her lips against his lingered long after she pulled away. She rested her forehead against his and stayed there as they each caught their breath. Silence surrounded them, and he felt like she could hear his heartbeat broadcasting loudly in the quiet.

“I didn’t sleep last night,” she blurted out as her eyes remained closed and her forehead stayed pressed against his. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his as she pulled away ever so slightly. The interruption caught him by surprise, and he became nervous. He worried that it was all too much, that he had ruined things by confessing his feelings, that the kiss was just a reaction to her emotions, and that her next words would be to send him away.

“Would you lay with me?” She uttered. He breathed out a sigh of relief. In any other context, he would’ve teased her for the suggestive nature of the question, but in that moment he knew exactly what she meant. She needed rest, a moment to forget about everything that happened, and just as comforting as it was to have her in his arms, he realized the feeling went both ways.

“I don’t mean-“ she began before he interrupted.

“I know,” he told her, nodding his head softly.

“But my clothes…” he said, becoming suddenly aware of the way his damp suit was stuck to his skin. She stood, offering him a hand to stand with her. His heart stopped in his chest when she pulled the towel off of him and moved her hands to his shoulders, sliding her fingers under his blazer and dragging it down his arms. Her small hands moved to the buttons on his shirt. He nodded when she sent him a silent question of consent. His breath came out in nervous shudders when her fingers slid across his bare chest, peeling his wet shirt from his body and letting it fall onto the floor. She continued undressing him slowly. It wasn’t sexual, it wasn’t awkward, and to his surprise, he didn’t even blush when he was left standing before her in only his boxers. It was intimate, sweet even, and his breath remained unexpectedly stable through it all. She grabbed the towel from the ground with one hand and his hand with the other, leading him to her bedroom. She settled him at the end of her bed and she brought the towel to his head, gently drying the loose droplets from the ends of his short, unruly curls. His gaze remained on her eyes the entire time, trying to convince himself that what was happening was real. She climbed into her bed and he climbed in on the other side, feeling an unexpected sense of comfort despite it being their first time sharing a bed, in just his boxers no less. Under the covers, she curled her body into his side. He wrapped his arm protectively around her and her hand came to rest against his chest. He grasped it in his, noting how small it was, rubbing his thumb gently over her bruised fingers.

“Thank you for coming here... making sure I was okay,” she whispered into his chest.

“Thank you for being okay,” he muttered back. She looked up, bringing her lips to the side of his jaw briefly before settling her head back on his chest. They laid like that for a while, and eventually she succumbed to sleep.

He laid awake with her head against his bare chest, staring at the ceiling, in complete disbelief of everything that had happened. Part of him was still full of anger, ready to find Walker and put him in the ground for what he did. Another part of him wanted to lay there with her in that moment forever. Walker would get what was coming to him, but in that moment she needed him, so that’s where he’d stay. It didn’t go unnoticed that she didn’t say the words back, but he didn’t care. He finally told her how he felt. He confessed his love for her with nothing but emotion and sincerity, and he finally knew what it was like to be kissed by her, to be wrapped in her warm body, and consumed by everything she was. They certainly needed to talk, to figure out what everything that happened would mean for them, but for him, for that moment, being there with her was enough.

#upstead #jay x hailey #hailey x jay #jay halstead #hailey upton #chicago pd #upstead fic #justmypartner fics #collection of Em’s fics

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thekeigospichula · 3 years

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CW// bkdk/ panick attack/ death/ anxiety/ blood/ self harming/ depression

I look at myself through the mirror, I look at my scars and the freckles on the tan skin, I look at my eyes and the tears falling one by one until they reach the floor.

I listen to the sound of my heart and my cracked sobs, the water running in the shower and the loud music in my cell phone.

I feel the cold floor under my feet and the cold on my bare skin, my dirty skin, my bloody skin.

I look at my hands, all the scars in the same place, the dirt still there, full of blood. I remember having cleaned my hands, but the blood never let go of my hands. I look in the mirror again and my body is crimson, dirty, guilty.

I hear the sound of the water running, I hear my breath, I hear my sobs, I hear screams, I hear cries, I hear people screaming at me to save them, I see hope in my eyes and I see blood splashing in my face.

I feel my legs giving up, I feel my heart rise my throat, I feel my head heavy, I feel my eyes hazed, I feel my mouth dry, I feel my skin in fire, I feel my body in water, I feel-

"Oi, Deku, you've been an hour there, get your ass out"

Kacchan?

"I-I" I can't speak, I can't breathe, I can't stand up, I can't move, I can't save, I can't be useful, I can't be a hero, I can't be pardoned. Why am I still here? Why am I still trying?

"Deku"

Deku...

Hero Deku is here!!!, He will save us

HERE, HELP, I CAN'T MOVE

DEKU!!!, HELP MY SON, HE IS THERE

DEKU

DEKU!!!!

DEK-AAAAAHHH

"DEKU, OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR"

"sorry"

I couldn't save you.

"sorry"

I couldn't move faster enough.

"sorry"

I couldn't use any quirk.

"sorry"

I couldn't reach your hands.

"sorry"

I couldn't be enough.

I'm not enough.

∆∆∆

The water is boiling with a couple of chamomile flowers from our garden, a light soup already warm on the table, bandages and a first aid kit ready to take care of my husband.

Everything's ready, except that fucker. I know him, him and his dumb brain that overthink everything, and that reckless mind of him that always makes me feel like I'm about to die.

The tea is ready, I'll put it in his favorite cup, it's a teamed one of us, when we did that comercial to a coffee company, we looked badass as fuck together.

I wanted to take a shower together, but the damn nerd said he needed time alone, but it's enough time to cuddle and relax the shit out of him.

"Oi, Deku, you've been an hour there, get your ass out"

Silence, I lean my ear against the door, only hearing the loud music inside.

"Deku"

Silence again... No, sobs, he is crying.

"Deku, please, open the door" The sobs are louder and he's breathing really fast.

"Deku, listen to my voice, I'm here" Shit, he is having a panic attack. And I can't open the fucking door.

"DEKU" fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

"DEKU, OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR"

"sorry"

What?

"sorry"

Why this shit don't give up whit my fucking explosions?

"sorry"

I need reach him.

"sorry"

I need save him.

"sorry"

I need him here.

Where the fuck are the shitty keys?

No in the drawer.

No in the kitchen.

No in the key holder.

FUCK

I can't explode the fucking door, it can hit him, I can't explode the doorknob, the same shit. Fuck everything.

The mother fucker has to melt under my fucking hands.

It's fucking slow, I'm sweating, but that's good.

"I'm coming baby!"

The damn shit gave up. Fucking finally.

"Izu-STOP '' I take his hands trying to stop him from hurting himself even more. He is in the floor naked, burying his nails on his arms, his torso has fresh scratches and his face is looking down, hi's under a panick attack, fuck. "Izuku, baby, i'm here" I need a fucking cold towel, but I can't let him "Hey, baby, look at me, please" fuckfuckfuck "Izuku" I hug him, caressing his curls "Izuku, listen my voice please, I need you breathing slower" fuck, I try to reach the damn towel on the wall... Yes, I got it, now I need cold water.

∆∆∆

Bakugo put a towel full of cold water on Midoriya's nape, making the curled man gasp.

"Izuku, baby, hear me" the blond caress the green curls with one hand, and the other arm holding the bare freckled body "Please breath with me" Midoriya feel his lungs about to explode, he shake his head, breath hurts "No, don't gimme that, breath whit me, in" Bakugo inhale air and hold for a couple of seconds "And out" then exhale the air " Do it with me, in... and out, yes, like that, again"

For a while they just still like that, Bakugo caressing the green curls of the man sitting in his lap, and Midoriya cuddles in Bakugo's chest until Midoriya holds himself.

"Do you wanna talk?" The crimson eyed asked caressing the wet cheek. Midoriya shook his head, he was really tired. Bakugo pressed his lips together in a line holding his husband closer "You know that I love you, right?" Midoriya nod his head "And you are loved" Bakugo kiss his head "And you're amazing" he kiss his forehead "And I need you" he kiss his cheek "And you are the most wonderful human being that I have meet" he lift the green haired chin, trying to look at that green beautiful eyes only founding pain and guilt in the dark eyes.

"I'm sorry" Midoriya said tears falling of his freckled cheeks "I'm so sorry"

"Why?"

"I-I couldn't" his voice cracks. "I heard them, they were relieved a-and then" he feel fall again, covering his eyes with his hands trying to continue, but he hear the voices again, the screaming, the fear. A warm hand caress circles on his back after to take off the wet towel on his nape, encouraging the green haired "I couldn't do anything" Midoriya said in a broken whisper "I HAD to save them" his hands lifting in his hair and pulling of it "But I was useless, I kill the-"

"No" Bakugo said in a soft voice, that one only used when he tried to comfort him "You didn't" the blond held the hands on the green hair and kiss his knuckles, relaxing the hands and kissing them again. Midoriya retracts his hands looking with fear at the crimson eyes.

"I did Katsuki, I used black whip to hold the structure, but I was week and I couldn't keep the thing still, I kill them I FUCKING KILL THEM" his voice sound broken and full of hate, because he hate himself for not being enough "THEY WERE RELIEVED TO SEE ME AND THEN I KILL THEM, THERE WERE KIDS, GOD" Bakugo was surprised, this is really huge.

The freckled look at his hands, bloody again, dirty, disgusting.

"Izuku'' the blond hold his face with both hands, squishing the freckled cheeks "Hear me now, you didn't kill anyone, this is our work, sometimes we can't save everybody, sometimes we fail, sometimes there are hands that we can't reach, and that it's not our fault, okay?" The green haired look at his husband smiling, god, the most broken smile.

"If I can't be useful at least in this, then why am I here?" Crimson eyes wide in shock.

'Da fuck?

"Hey, what the fuck was that shit?" Bakugo stand up, holding the man in his arms and sitting him in the tub of his shower opening the warm water. Yes he knows that that is not the right way to full the tub, but yeah, fuck it.

"Listen to me fucking asshole" the blond said furious, but rubbing gently the green head whit the cucumber shampoo "You are a fucking human, piece of shit" gently clean the soap in the green eyes, and continuing rubbing the green curls.

"You value as a human doesn't have anything to do whit a stupid "use", stupid" he take the sponge and put on it liquid soap of orange and rub gently whit so much care the frackled face.

"It's about love idiot" he take off the soap again of his eyes "And ya love whit all your heart, you love like a stupid" he start to clean the scratched and sore arms and torso, the muscles legs and the rough feet.

"And you was the fucker that tough me that" Midoriya feel his chest warm, the way Kacchan touch him like he was something precious is priceless.

"And that is one of the million fucking things why I love you like a stupid" he washed the soap on the tan skin, caressing the beautiful skin, ful of constellation and thunders, he isn't soft, no, his body is rough and hard, but is warm and safe, being held for that scared hands feels like heaven, feel that beautiful skin against his feels like home, almost like he was a child again, when he and his husband only mattered, no the world, no the heroes, no the civilians, only them.

"I'm sorry" Midoriya said, with tears in his eyes again "But I don't know what else to do" his wet hands reach his face "I feel that I need to do something" his body tremble under the crimson sight "I-I feel that love it's not enough" a sob broke into his lips "My love couldn't save anyone" and suddenly he feel dirty again, he feel the world on his shoulders and the pain in his chest.

"Now I'm fucking offended" Midoriya look at the crimson eyes whit confusion.

"Why?" The blond sighs, takes out his clothes and enters the tub with his husband splashing water out of the shower. His chest against the scared back and his chin on the green curls.

"Well, because you love saved me" he say hugging the muscle body "Me, the white hair child, the little asshole, All Might..." He pause to kiss the nape before him and thighing his embrace "And more people, that is here being loved for another one thanks to you" Bakugo rest his forehead in the smaller's man shoulder "And you love is really warm, and makes me feel all this stupid and dumb" he whisper "But makes me feel that maybe, I'm not a completely asshole"

"You're not an asshole Kacchan" the freckled man answer with a tiny smile caressing the blond wet hair.

"That's what I'm talking about, I'm an asshole, but you just treat me like, like I'm wonderful and I deserve you love, and that makes me think that I'm doing something good enough to make you think that I deserve being loved for you"

"Hey, Kacchan, you deserve love" Midoriya says a little angry "And you are incredible and amazing, and I know you are rude, but you're kind too" Bakugo chuckles funny.

"Ya, shutup, I'm the one comforting, you just let me cuddle you and take my stupid love" The green haired man smile "Fine, so, I was saying, I'm an asshole, I was more than an asshole, but you save me and now I'm a better human than before" he lean his cheek against the another man "Save is reach the hands that you can reach, win is save the ones you reached whit a smile, and sometimes you don't need necessarily win"

"Hey, who are you? What did you do with my Kacchan?" Midoriya jokes caressing his husband's cheek.

"Shutup, I'm madure now Deku" Midoriya laugh soft, forgetting for a moment his problems "I know that is hard, and... We need help okay?, I... I know that I'm not enough to you"

"Hey, no, Kacc-"

"No, let me speak'' he sigh leaning his forehead against the another shoulder again, whispering soft and gently "I know Deku, I'm bad with words, all that I told you, I had written before, I planed to told you this to comfort you when we were taking the dinner, I... Know that I-I, well, shit"

"Kacchan, it's fine, you don't need-"

"Yes I need, you are a vocal person, you need to hear the things and I'm not good at that" he tight his embrace even more "I can't help you with that, even if I try, so that's why we must visit a psychologist" Midoriya widens his eyes.

"But I though..."

"Yes, and I was a shitty stupid, we can go together or separate, I want to know how to help you, I want to know how to carry with you the weight on yours shoulde-ers" A sobs broke his last word.

"Kacchan..." Midoriya turn his face to see the blond hair still in his wet shoulder.

"Don't look at me, it's embarrassing" Bakugo bury his face in the freckled skin, trying to hide his tears.

"Sorry" Midoriya say with tears in his eyes "I make you cry" Bakugo lift his face, looking at the tears on his husband's face.

"Nonononono, fuck, don't apologize" he doesn't care about his tears "Stop crying" he say still crying.

"I can't, see you crying makes me cry, I'm so sorry Kacchan"

"Aaaaaahhhh, fuck" Bakugo try to clean his tears and stop his sobs.

"It's fine Kacchan, you can cry"

"But I don't wanna see you cry, makes me fucking cry"

"Kacchan is a crybaby like me"

"Shut the fuck up" he hugs him again hiding his face in the curvature of his shoulder, sobbing in silence trying to hold himself, whereas Midoriya just let himself cry.

He remembers when they were children, one day playing in the little forest close to their houses, he fell, hurting his little hands and his knees, they were bleeding and looked worse than what they really were. He remembers crying so much, because really hurted, and remember seeing the crimson eyes staring at him, tears forming in his big eyes and falling on his childish cheeks.

"Kacchan, I'm bleeding, '' he said sobbing. Katsuki knelt down before his friend without knowing what to do, so he just hugged him. The little Midoriya could feel his shirt wet for his friend's tears"

"Don't die Deku" he said in a sob, scaring the little freckled"

"M going to die Kacchan?" Midoriya said crying harder"

"NO, you don't, I'm gonna carry you to a doctor to save you" the little Katsuki said trying to carry his friend, but his little arms couldn't whit the weight of his friend, making him cry harder, until a little hand tug his red shirt"

"It's fine Kacchan, let me here"

"NO, I DON'T WANT" in the end, they stayed together until the moon raised the sky and their parents found them cuddle in a tree with his cheeks wet"

Midoriya smiles before the memorie.

"You aren't going to let me alone, don't you?" Midoriya says with a smile.

"Never" Bakugo answer without hesitation.

"You're going to protect me, even if you don't know how, right?"

"Of fucking curse, I'm gonna learn how to help you" Midoriya smile whit watery eyes hearing his husband sobs against his skin.

"Fine, let's do this together"

FIN

#mha bakugou #mha deku #mha midoriya #mha #mha fanfiction #my hero acadamy #bnha bkdk #bakudeku #bkdk fluff #bkdk #bkdk angst

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mrsfrecklesmarauders · 3 years

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Marlene and Sirius' friendship

Marlene at first thought that Sirius and his friends were idiots. Always trying to impress everyone and do dumb shit.

But Marlene trying to impress Mary, pretended to like Sirius not only that but that she fancied him. When she didn't fancy any boy at all.

At 12, The girls and Mary especially talked a lot about boys. Marlene totally lied when Mary asked her while they painted their nails.

"Is this really the first time that you paint your nails?" Mary had asked her.

"It isn't really my thing. My nails feel funny and cold"

Mary had laughed "You're funny" and Marlene had blushed for a really stupid reason.

"I am painting my nails red because it is James' favorite color"

"You fancy James?" Marlene had known James from years even before Hogwarts and she didn't find him attractive at all.

Mary giggled "Yeah. What about you?"

"Nobody" Marlene was still blushing and she didn't know why.

"Yeah you do fancy someone..." Mary beamed "Oh let me guess... Sirius?"

Marlene panicked. She didn't fancy anyone. Not that she knew of. But she realized she had to. She wanted to like Mary so badly. Mary was cool and pretty.

"Yeah I guess" Marlene shrugged.

Mary jumped in bed. "OMG! I knew it!! Don't worry I will keep it a secret. And... I am going to help you with him" Mary winked. Marlene smiled weakly.

So Mary and practically every girl in their year thought she actually fancied Sirius. But the more Marlene tried to like him. She couldn't. Sirius always did something stupid.

Mary planned a Spin the Bottle Game at the end of thrid year. Marlene was forced to participate. While Lily got away with it.

"Don't worry. I'll make sure you get a round with Sirius" Mary had whispered.

And it happened. Marlene and Sirius got their first kiss with each other. It didn't feel magical like Mary said. It felt awkward.

After his first kiss with Marlene, James was constantly asking Sirius if he and Marlene were a couple now. And Sirius had no idea if it was true. He wasn't particularly looking for a girlfriend. He had more fun with his friends. The Marauders. But he assumed that he had to have a girlfriend at some point. And Marlene was pretty. Kind of. Besides, that was the kind of girl his parents would despise. So why not? Sirius decided to ask her out in a note during Charms Class.

Mary let out a shriek during class when Sirius' note came.

"Sorry, Professor!" then she whispered to Marlene "You have to say yes! You'd be the first one of us who would have a boyfriend"

"Great..." But Marlene didn't find it so great. But she said yes.

Sirius and Marlene "dated" for a month before breaking up. Sirius said something about not having time because of "mischief". And honestly Marlene couldn't care less. She would try for Quidditch next year.

After that their relationship went more friendly. Sirius teased her all the time. While James was trying to impress Lily. Sirius teased around.

"Maarly!! My sweet girl... My one and only, the love of my life..."

"For Merlin's sake" Marlene rolled her eyes "Go away... Please don't touch me..."

But Sirius put his arm around her shoulder. Marlene took his arm away.

"You, me... In the broom closet now..."

"I'd rather kill myself. I'd rather die. Literally..."

The Marauders used to giggle. Well not Remus so much. Marlene knew that Sirius was an idiot boy, trying to get attention.

Sirius and Marlene became close in sixth year. That's when they really got to know each other. And really became friends.

It was after "The Prank", Sirius was so sad and lost without his friends. He knew what he did was beyond wrong. And he knew they would never forgive him. Sirius didn't even sleep in the dorm. He preferred taking a sofa at The Common Room. And one night, when Marlene couldn't sleep for an important upcoming match, she found Sirius crying. It was shocking for her. Seeing his vulnerable side, seeing him so helpless. And Marlene wasn't good at comforting people. Lily was. But she tried.

"Do you think they'll ever forgive me?" Sirius had asked with tears in his eyes

"Of course! Sirius you're a dumbass idiot.. "

"Okay not need to insult me"

"And I know you did something really stupid, whatever it was" Marlene continued "But what I know is that you're pure at heart. And you love your friends more than anything. So you'll find a way to make up with them"

Sirius had sniffed smiling "Oh... Look at that"

"What? Why are you smiling like a creep?"

"Marlene you have feelings..."

"No!"

"And you care about me..."

"Absolutely no... Ew. Never...."

"Yeah you do... Can I hug you?"

Marlene grunted "Noo..."

But Sirius did it anyway. Marlene sighed

"Yeah I care about you" she said "But if you tell anyone I would kill you on your sleep"

Sirius laughed.

After that, Sirius spent a lot of time with the girls. It was easier than being alone. But not the same. Never the same as his friends. Sirius found himself missing them a lot. But somehow, Remus was the one he missed the most. Probably it was that he had hurt him the most. But Sirius found himself staring at him a lot, finding him attractive and unreachable. Maybe there was something more then.

Everyone noticed that Marlene and Sirius were closer than ever. But everyone thought again there was something going on. Everyone repeated it so much, they even thought it themselves. Marlene was trying badly to forget about the girl who was constantly saying hello and how pretty she was. And Sirius was trying to forget about his new feelings for his best friend.

They gave up into pressure, and in the first party after the Marauders got together, they kissed. Is was in the middle of the kissing session that Marlene started laughing. She laughed her butt out.

"Am I that bad?" Sirius asked confused

"Sorry..." Marlene snorted "It's just that is not going to work. I don't like you like that..."

"Ouch..."

"I just like somebody else"

"Who?"

"I'm not gonna tell you, are you joking dumbass?"

Sirius smiled "You're back to insulting me" he said then he sighed "I reckon I fancy somebody else too"

Marlene just nodded.

"Someone who is not you, by the way"

Marlene hit his arm

"Ouch!"

"That part was clear"

They laughed again. Everything went back to normal. Sirius even tried to kiss her head and Marlene tried to pull away disgusted. They were officially good friends.

Sirius and Marlene shared the same boldness, the same good sense of style, and the same taste in music. They loved each other. But Marlene would never admit to that.

Later on, they found out they were dating someone from the same gender.

"I didn't know you were gay" Sirius said

"I didn't you were gay... Remus?" Marlene asked

"Dorcas?" Sirius asked

They laughed.

"That's why it never worked out between us" Sirius realized

"Thank Merlin"

"I mean we would've been the greatest and hotest heterosexual couple in the world"

"No I don't think so..."

"We would've even beaten James and Lily..."

"Corny one and corny two? Obviously!"

"Shame I am gay for Moony"

"I actually don't regret anything..."

"You love me"

"I hate you with my whole life"

"You love me..."

"Don't let that get into your head, okay?"

"Marlene loves me!" Sirius chanted

"I will deny that until the day I die..."

Sirius winked and left. Marlene tried to hide her smile.

They loved each other. They protected each other. Through the war and hard times, they got each other's back. They always treachured in their hearts how they were each other's first kiss and how much they meant for each other.

After Marlene died, Sirius suffered her death by isolating himself, pretending he didn't suffer, he didn't miss her. He drown himself in alcohol. Everyone was greiving and suffering but Sirius was different. He didn't even cry at her funeral. He just drank. It wasn't until one afternoon, Sirius and Remus were at their flat. And a particular song came on the radio. The one Sirius and Marlene used to karaoke to when they got drunk. And Sirius collapsed. He broke down crying. Remus wrapped his arms around him.

"She is gone, Moony!" Sirius cried "She is gone forever..."

"I know, babe"

"Marlene..." Sirius sobbed "Marlene..."

#harry potter #marauders #maraudersera #marauders headcanon #sirius black #marlene mckinnon #sirius and marlene #wolfstar #dorlene

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impalas-r-important · 4 years

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Love of my Life - (1) All's fair in love and snowball fights.

Pairing: Dean x reader(ish)

Warnings: N/A

Summary: You and Dean were inseparable from the moment you met; a true match made in heaven. You were killed in the big showdown with Lucifer and Michael (S5), but were brought back to life along side Sam. Heartbreak quickly took over your life after finding out that Dean had already moved on with Lisa so soon after your death.

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You sighed as you looked over at Sam and Dean. You and Sam had been doing research for 5 straight days trying to help Bobby out with a case. Dean would come over and help when he could. Sam was in the living room, his nose buried in a book and Dean was sitting with his feet up on the kitchen table, pretending to look studious as he fought off his heavy eye lids. You stood up to stretch your legs and wandered over to the window. It had snowed all night and all morning, leaving the outside world blanketed with pillowy, inviting flakes. The corners of your mouth crept up in a slight smile as an idea came to your mind. You quickly grabbed your jacket that had been slung across the back of your chair which startled Dean enough to wake him up. He sloppily wiped a bit of drool from his mouth and looked over to find an irritated Sam glaring at him. You jogged a few steps to the back door and pulled your boots on.

“Where are you going?” You could hear Sam ask from the other room.

“I’ll be right back!”

You stepped outside and the chilly wind instantly burned the back of your throat, but you didn’t care. You were just happy to not be looking at the worn pages of another lore book. You bent down and scooped the snow together in your hands creating 2 perfect snowballs. A mischievous grin spread on your face as you stomped back into the living room of Bobby’s house. Sam was your first target; he was so unaware of what was about to hit him. Literally. You pulled back your arm, took your aim, and launched the snowball, nailing him square in the face. The shocked look on his face was priceless.

“Hah!” Dean looked up and tauntingly laughed from the table on the other side of the room. His laugh quickly turned into a frown as you threw the second snowball at him. He paused and blinked a few times before wiping the snow from his face. He turned to look at you, and you couldn’t tell if he was angry or not. The three of you exchanged glances, a few seconds of silence passing while you all gauged the situation before Dean stood up giving you a perfect, playful smile.

“Oh, sweetheart, you don’t know what you just started.” He ran at you and you turned to run away, giving a squeal as you did. You were fast, but Dean was faster. You had a few good steps on him, but as you reached the staircase, he grabbed you by your waist, throwing you over his shoulder and marching out the door with you.

“Let me go!” You laughed as he tickled your sides.

“If you say so.” He ran across the yard and gently tossed you into a big snowbank, giving your system a shock. You shot up and tried to shake the snow out from your clothes.

“This means war, Winchester!” You shouted as you ran full speed at Dean, rugby tackling him into the few feet of snow piled up behind him.

Sam popped out from behind an icy car with an armful of huge snowballs. “Gotcha both!” He exclaimed as he pelted the two of you. Dean pulled you underneath him and turned his back to Sam, protecting you. You got lost in his green eyes for a moment as he pulled his face close to yours. “One, two, three!” Dean counted down and you knew exactly what his plan was, without needing to discuss it. The two of you had always been on the same wavelength, making you the perfect hunting (and snowball fight) partners. You both turned and ran at Sam, Dean grabbed your hand tight and extended his arm as the two of you clotheslined the taller brother, knocking him backwards. You stole the few snowballs Sam had dropped and threw them at the two boys.

“I thought we were on a team now?!” Dean grinned at you as he crouched down and began to form the snow in his hands. He cocked his arm back and launched it at you as you ducked behind a car. It just missed you. You sat with your back to the car door, catching your breath and looking on either side of you, waiting for one of the boys to jump out at you.

Dean had climbed on top of the car and jumped down in front of you. “Ha ha! I’ve got you right where I want you!” You laughed and slipped as you tried to get up, causing you to laugh even harder. Dean pulled you backwards by your feet. Kneeling on either side of you, he pinned you down with a snowball in hand. “Do you surrender?!” He demanded.

“Yes, yes fine!” Your stomach hurt from all the laughing. Dean dropped the snowball and huffed. He flopped down in the snow next to you, catching his breath and letting out a little laugh.

“That was the most fun I’ve had in a long time. I mean, the look on Sam’s face when you threw that first snowball at him. Priceless!” He turned to look at you, pulling you close to him. “Thanks, Y/N/N.” It had been so long since you had seen Dean smile a genuine smile like the one he was giving to you now. Your heart fluttered and memories of your relationship came flooding back the minute you looked into his eyes. He looked back at you and for a moment, nothing and no one else existed. This felt so right and so natural, like it had always felt with him when you were together. This was a joy that you rarely felt anymore, and you knew that the only thing bringing it to you was Dean. He brushed a stray hair behind your ear as his eyes wandered down to your lips.

“Dean?” A distant voice called. It was Lisa. You both sat up quickly. Overwhelming happiness quickly turned to heart break.

“Crap!” Dean said under his breath as he checked his watch. “We’re supposed to go to a neighbor’s house for dinner tonight. I should have been home 40 minutes ago. I just lost track of time.” He stood up and brushed the snow from his clothes.

“I’m sorry, this is my fault. I shouldn’t have started that stupid snowball fight.” You apologized.

“No, no I haven’t laughed like that in…” Dean paused, “hell, I don’t know how long. Don’t you dare apologize for that.” He reached out a hand to help you up, but you waved him off.

“I’m okay, you go. It’s probably better if Lisa doesn’t see me. I’ll stay hidden behind this old hunk a’ junk until you guys leave.” You patted the car behind you and tried to muster up a fake smile. Dean didn’t buy it. Lisa hated when your relationship with Dean was brought up, and she equally disliked you being around him.

“Listen, Y/N/N, I- “

“Dean?!” Lisa’s voice interrupted him. She was clearly getting angrier and closer.

Dean opened his mouth as if to say something to you, but instead just exhaled and looked at you with longing eyes. You broke the eye contact after a few seconds and moved your gaze to the ground.

“Bye, Y/N.” Dean muttered. You could hear his footsteps crunch in the snow as he walked away.

“Where the hell were you?!” You could hear Lisa demand in the background.

“Sam and I were just having a snowball fight.” Dean tried to explain himself. You noticed he had left your name out on purpose.

“I swear you two are children when you are around each other.”

You hated the way she talked down to him. Like he was some disobedient puppy on a leash. You heard another set of crunching footsteps approach you. Sam walked around the car and sat down next to you; you leaned your head on his shoulder. Your heavy heart had returned, and you felt empty again.

A few moments passed as you both waited to make sure Dean and Lisa had left. Sam broke the silence once he heard the back door close. “You know, you can talk to me, right Y/N?”

“Yeah, Sammy, thank you.” You looked up and gave him a halfhearted smile.

“No, not like this beat around the bush kind of talking. Like, really telling me how you feel. About Dean, about Lisa, about life. Anything and everything. You can trust me to keep your secrets. I feel like you and I are in the same boat right now. Neither of us expected to die, never mind come back, and it’s hard to see how life, Dean especially, changed while we were gone. I can tell this is all weighing on you. You’re not the same as you used to be.” He arched his neck to look down at you as much as he could. “If it makes you feel any better, I don’t like Lisa. Not at all. I don’t get what Dean sees in her. She has changed him into someone that I barely recognize, and I know you see it too.” Sam let out a small sigh of relief. “Man, I’ve been wanting to get that off my chest for a while.” His demeanor became more serious. “You know, I thought you and Dean would be together forever.”

His words helped you a little. “I thought we would be too. I guess I was just making our relationship out to be more than it really was.” You shrugged.

“What do you mean?” He questioned.

“I hadn’t even been dead for that long and he had already moved in with another woman. I’ve had a lot of time to think about this, and if the situations were reversed, then I would rather live the rest of my life alone than be with someone else if I lost Dean.”

“I don’t have an explanation for that, but I do know that you weren’t making it out to be more than it was. Dean was head over heels in love with you. I knew it from, literally, the moment we met you. And honestly, I think he still is. He just does a good job of hiding it.”

“Everyday hurts, Sam. Every time I have to see him with her.” You whispered. “Lately I’ve been asking myself why I’m still here. I mean, Dean asked us to stick around here and make a home base, but I don’t know if I can do that anymore.”

“You’re thinking about leaving?” He frowned.

“Yeah, maybe... I don’t know.” You traced circles in the snow beneath you. “What good am I doing here? Why do I keep putting myself through this pain? If I left, I could try and move on with my life.”

Sam nodded and waited a few moments before saying, “Well, I can’t stop you from leaving, or tell you how to live your life, but I’m going to miss you like hell if you do go. You’re literally my sister. But I understand where you’re coming from. I miss being out on the road and just living case to case. Domestic life isn’t for me, not right now anyway. But I could never leave Dean here by himself, so I’ll figure out a hybrid of the two.”

You didn’t say anything because you didn’t want to break down in tears. Sam could tell. “Let’s get back inside and change. It’s been a nice to take a break from research. We’ll go grab some hot chocolate and dinner before we dive back into the books. Deal?”

You smiled and nodded at him. Sam helped you up and put his arm around you as you walked back inside. “Sorry I hit you in the face with a snowball… multiple times.” You joked and elbowed his side a little.

“Oh, I’ll get you back for that at some point, don’t you worry. It was just good to see a glimpse of the old you again.” Sam smiled and held the door open for you. It felt good to vent to Sam, and it felt even better knowing that he was on the same page as you about Lisa. You didn’t want to hate her; you weren’t that kind of a person. But you just couldn’t help it.

Chapter 2

#dean winchester #dean x reader #dean x y/n #dean x you #supernatural #spn

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kpop---scenarios · 4 years

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The Good Witch

Pairing: Witch! Ayn x Baekhyun

Genre: Witch! AU

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 3k

Summary: Baekhyun seeks help from you in a desperate time, or so you thought.

"Excuse me?" You hear a shaky voice from behind you. With a nervous but trying to be confident sigh, you turn around and see a disheveled, yet handsome man standing at the counter of your aunts spell shop, his hands fidgeting with each other. You notice the dark circles under his eyes, his messy hair, the red puffiness of his eyes. Despite all that, your heart still skips a beat the longer you stare at him. You know you need to speak to him but words are refusing to enter your brain.

Speak Ayn, speak. Use your words.

"Yes?" You stutter. He sighs. You can't help but get the feeling that this man has been through some shit.

"I'm looking for Acantha. I was told I could find her here. I need her help. Please. I'm desperate." He begs.

Without a second thought, you replied. "I can help you."

Can you? You hadn't been practicing for that long, definitely not nearly as long as your aunt. Your speciality had been your visions, while only recently you moved on to practicing witchcraft.

"Thank you." He sighs. You wave him to follow you, leading him into the back of the store, sitting down at the table your aunt uses for hexes and charms.

"I don't like this." You whisper, the energy radiating from his body was that of dark dark magic, the kind that no one should be messing around with.

"Don't like what?" He asks, perking up. "What do you feel?"

"I need to be sure." You mumble. "Name?"

"Byun Baekhyun." He replies.

"What's going on?" You ask.

"I think I'm being haunted." He whispers. "Bad things are constantly happening to me. I got fired from my job, I lost my apartment, women seemed to be repulsed by me."

"When did it start?" You ask.

"After I broke up with my now ex girlfriend. About 4 weeks ago. A friend suggested I come here." He explains.

"It's good you did. I'm not getting a good feeling at all right now." You tell him. "Give me your hand."

He slides his hand over to you, waiting for you to do what you will. You take a deep breath before grabbing his hand in yours and holding it tightly. Closing your eyes, you let the visions come to you, and do they ever come, full force.

"Sit still." A woman laughs as she stands behind Baekhyun with a pair of scissors. "Just a little off the top I know."

She cuts his hair, you can feel her intentions are anything but pure as she lets it fall to the floor, but not before slipping a lock of his hair into her pocket, without him noticing.

Next vision flashes to her focusing on trimming his nails. "They're fine." He laughs.

"No." She says. "They're too long. They hurt me." She giggles, cutting his nails, placing two in her pocket while Baekhyun's eyes are closed. She stares at him with anything but love. You can feel the hatred radiating from her body through your vision.

Next vision flashes to her riding Baekhyun's cock, her fingernails digging deep into his skin, dragging down as she came, hard, skipping to her placing the little particles of his skin in a baggie while in the bathroom.

Before the visions end, you hear Baekhyun's voice. "I love you, Jennie."

"Whose Jennie?" You ask with a gasp as you pull your hands away from him.

"That's my ex." He announces, sitting up in his chair. "Why?"

That was your cousin. Something about this didn't quite add up.

"I saw her collecting things.. from you. Hair, nails, skin.. I know this spell.. its.. one second." You say, grabbing a spell book your aunt told you to never touch. Flipping through the pages, you finally find the one you were looking for. "It's a dark magic spell. Not something my aunt or I practice but I did read about it. I can't remember the name of it, but it basically does what you're describing. It tries to make it seem as though she was the one good thing in your life and when you left her, that's why these things started happening but it's really not the case at all." You say.

"How do I get rid of it? I can't live like this any longer. I went on a date the other day and it was horrendous. I puked all over the table and I wasn't even feeling sick! She gagged so much, I tried to apologize but as I stood up, I knocked over the waiter who had a tray of food and caused an older lady to slip. Christ. Please tell me what I can do." He tells you.

You sit there with your mouth hanging open as you listen to his story. "Wow." You mouth, trying to hold back your laughter. It wasn't supposed to be funny but it was. You couldn't help it.

"I can laugh now.. kinda. But it was very traumatic. I need it gone." Baekhyun says.

"She's likely wearing the things she collected from you. Probably a necklace but also could be a bracelet or a ring. You need to destroy it." You tell him.

"And how exactly am I supposed to do that?" He scoffs.

"Pretend you want to get back with her." You suggest. "Tell her how terrible everything has been since you left her and it was a terrible mistake." You say.

"And what if she tries something? Can you block a spell?" He asks.

"Only if I'm there.. but I can't.." you pause.

"Okay, you can watch through the window, but make sure she doesn't see you. I can't have her being more pissed than she already will be." He sighs.

"Okay." You agree within seconds. You shouldn't have agreed so quickly, knowing Jennie, she could be up to anything.

The next day you nervously walked beside Baekhyun as he muttered words of encouragement to himself as you headed for his ex's house. No matter how much you tried, you couldn't shake the feeling

"You're sure there's no other way?" He asks for the hundredth time.

"You have to destroy the pendulum to destroy the spell. That's how it works." You say, shrugging your shoulders. "You must destroy the thing that's causing you pain."

"Here." He says, stopping in front of a cute one story house. "This is it. I'm going to try and keep her in the living room. Just watch through that window and let's hope that this works." He says, taking a few deep breaths before walking up to the front door.

You peer in the window, seeing his ex sitting on the couch, twirling her necklace between her fingers. Baekhyun knocks on the door, and you see her perk up, going towards the door as if she just knows that it's Baekhyun.

You hear the squeal escape from her lips as she pulls him inside, dragging him to the living room before pushing him on the couch.

You close your eyes before murmuring a small spell, allowing you to hear what they were saying.

Baekhyun clears his throat. "I'm so sorry I left you. I don't know what I was thinking." He says.

You can tell she's definitely buying it.

"My life has been nothing but pure hell since I left. Please Jennie, forgive me." He begs.

Jennie sits there for a moment, contemplating but you knew what his answer would be.

"Of course! I missed you." She says, snuggling in close to him.

"I missed you too. So much." He whispers, looking out the window, directly into your eyes. You motion to him with your hands, around your neck, showing him that it's her necklace, that's what he wants.

You stare at Baekhyun, watching his eyes twitch as a thought flashes through his head. You know that look. You've seen it plenty of times. It's the look you get right before you do something potentially dangerous and risky.

Baekhyun looks at you and back at Jennie. She leans in close to him, whispering something in his ear that you can't make out. His eyes lock with yours before going black for a split second, and then going back to normal. He takes a deep breath and before you can stop him his hand grips the necklace and yanks it from her neck, getting up as fast as he can to run out the front door.

"Baekhyun!" Jennie screams, chasing after him. "Don't." She spits as he holds it up in the sky. She stares at him, getting ready to do something. Jennie raises her hand quickly to get the necklace back, but you're quicker.

"Prohibere." You yell, making her drop her hand. "Now." You say to Baekhyun who smashes the piece of jewelry on the ground.

"Run." Baekhyun yells. You both take off in the same direction, leaving a fuming Jennie standing on her porch watching you run, plotting her revenge.

You and Baekhyun arrived back at your aunts shop and you could tell something was going on with him. He seemed as though he was fighting off something in his mind.

"You okay?" You ask, your stomach feeling uneasy.

"Yeah. I'm just feeling a little weird is all." He says, hisbhead twitching. "Look, thanks for tonight but I'm going to get going." He finishes, extending his arms for a hug.

You accept his hug, and as soon as his arms touch you a vision flashes through your head.

'Baekhyun sits on a couch in Jennie's house. She holds his hands, her eyes closed as she recites an incantation. You look at baekhyun, he's still, his eyes black as he repeats the words back to her.

"Kill her." Jennie whispers.

"Kill her." Baekhyun repeats.'

You gasp, pushing Baekhyun away.

"You okay?" He asks, a little panicked.

"Fine.. you should go." You say, ushering him out of the shop.

What the hell was she trying to do?

Over the next week, everyday Baekhyun showed up at the shop. When he arrived he was sweet, funny and charming, until he wasn't. He seemed to be still fighting something off, while looking exhausted.

"I'm finding myself in random places when I wake up." He admits, twiddling his fingers. "In my kitchen, outside, the street. I don't get it." He sighs.

"That is weird. I wonder if I.. " you begin before you're interrupted.

"Save it, half breed. I'm watching you. Remember that. Watch your back." He growls before ripping the door open and storming out.

That night you decided to head to Jennie's to see if you could gather any sort of information on what was happening.

You knew the dark magic witching hour was around 3am, so when your clock hit 230am, you left your apartment and headed towards Jennie's.

When you arrived you crouched down, making your way to the large window she had in front of her house. You whispered the spell to hear inside, and what you heard made your knees weak.

"Make her fall for you, make her love you, and kill her. My sweet baby, Baekhyun. Kill her, won't you?" She groans.

You look through the window and see Jennie riding Baekhyun. His head laid back, his eyes blank as he repeats the words she says to him.

"Kill Ayn." She moans.

"Kill Ayn." Baekhyun says, his voice monotone.

"Good boy."

Covering your mouth with your hand, you back away from the window. So your vision was right. She's trying to kill you. You didn't understand, she had everything. Both parents, who were witches, she was beautiful, she had no problems in her life. She was your cousin, for christ sake. With tears in your eyes, you run back to your apartment, locking the door behind you and crawl into your bed.

Now is not the time to be crying, you needed to figure out your plan and fast.

The next morning you sat in your aunts shop, reading through books upon books about the spell you thought Jennie had cast on Baekhyun. And just as you thought, it was a dark love spell. One where he was supposed to get you to fall so deeply in love with him, that it killed you when he suddenly left you.

You knew it. You knew something was off after he left Jennie's that day. She must have known, whispering the spell in his ear before he left, marking him every night at 3am to strengthen it.

She was smart, but you were smarter.

Ding.

The front door bell chimes, telling you someone is in the store. You look up and see Baekhyun standing there. But it's not really him. It's the puppet Baekhyun, the shell of him with nothing on the inside.

"Get out." You growl, anger radiating from your body.

"Kill Ayn." He smiles, it's empty, void of real emotions.

"prohibere" you yell, holding out your hand. He looks at you, his head tilted to the side, "somnum" you finish, making him fall to the ground.

Clap Clap, you hear. Jennie walks into the store, a pissed off look on her face as she looks at Baekhyun, lying unconscious on the floor.

"Useless." She groans, stepping over his body.

"What do you want from me, Jennie?"

"You're power, of course. You yield the most of us young witches and I want it." She smiles, as if you're just going to give it up.

"No." You scoff. "It's mine." You finish, backing away.

"Don't make me hurt you Ayn. Just give it up. Now." Jennie seethes, her frustrations coming through.

"No Jennie. It's not yours. Don't do this. You know it won't end how you want it too." You warn her.

"Oh it will. I will kill you like I should have done a long time ago!" She yells, raising her hands to begin her spell.

"rigescunt indutae". You yell, making her freeze."Ego omnes possem hac nocte bono malum maleficus" you finish, causing her to drop to the floor, unconscious as she should remain until you lift the spell.

If you ever decided too.

Leaving her body, you kneel beside Baekhyun's unconscious body, unsure if what to do with him. Will Jenny's spell on him be lifted when he wakes? As you're wondering, he begins to stir

"Ayn? Are you okay?" He asks, rubbing his head. "What did I do?"

"Nothing. You didn't do anything." You reassure him.

"Jennie? What did she do? Where is she?" He asks. You turn your head behind you, seeing her lifeless body lay there, breathing shallow.

"How do you feel?" You ask as he sits up, peeking over your shoulder.

"A bit of a headache. But good." He yawns.

"No urges to kill me?" You joke.

"None. Promise." He laughs. "I would like to make it up to you though.. dinner? Tomorrow night?" He asks.

"Sure." You agree, helping him up. "You should go get some rest. I have to deal with this." You say, pointing to her body.

"I'll see you tomorrow night." He smiles, walking out of the shop as you decide what to do with your cousin.

Over the next few weeks, your dates with Baekhyun had increased as well as your time spent together. You had a lot of fun with him, except doing the one thing you desperately wanted him to do.

You needed him to fuck you.

Tonight as Baekhyun was driving, you put his hand on your bare thigh, silently patting yourself on the back for putting on a skirt. He looks at you with his eyebrow raised as you slowly inch his hand up your thigh.

"If you want something, you just need to tell me baby." He says, his voice low and dark.

"I need you." You whisper.

"Need me to what? Kiss you? Hug you? Fuck you?" He asks.

"That one. Fuck me." You say.

Baekhyun swerves the car off the road, pulling it over before turning it off. He turns to look at you, signaling you to the back seat. You both crawl back there and Baekhyun immediately pulls you in for a kiss, pulling you on top of him. You can feel his semi hard cock, steadily growing beneath you.

He grabs the gem of your shirt, lifting it effortlessly over your head, discarding it beside you, leaving you in your lace bra and skirt.

"Damn baby." He groans, flipping your bra down to expose your tits without taking your bra off.

He leans his head down and gently licks your nipple, before taking it in his mouth and sucking. You throw your head back and moan as you grind your wet pussy on his clothed cock.

"Fuck me now." You breathe heavily, getting off his lap. Baekhyun stumbles to undo his pants, pulling them down enough to expose his cock before you roll a condom on his hard member.

You had been waiting for this for too long, your pussy was dripping, you knew you needed ko foreplay.

Baekhyun scoots his ass down slightly, spreading his legs as you straddle him again, lining yourself up with his cock. With your hands in his hair, you slowly sink yourself down on his dick, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he stretches you out, his cock filling you up.

"Shit." You groan, sitting there for a moment to adjust to his size.

"Bounce, baby." He breathes, his hands placed under your thighs, helping you bounce on his cock. "Oh my god." He moans, as you tighten yourself around him.

He leans down again, taking your other nipple in his mouth as you ride him, your impending orgasm building as he continuously hits your G spot while rubbing your clit.

"Don't stop." You cry out, your hands now placed on the back seat as you ride him harder, chasing your high. Baekhyun sucks on your nipple harder, making your orgasm burst through your body, causing you to shake on top of him.

He grips your hips, moving them back and forth as he chases his own high. "Tighten yourself." He moans. You do as you're asked, tightening yourself around his cock.

"Fuck." He yells, cumming hard.

The two of you sit there for a moment, catching your breath before you move to get off him. As he attempts to discard the condom, your phone rings.

You grab it, looking at the name you see it's your aunt.

"Hello?" You answer, trying to sound not out of breath.

"Ayn.." she whispers. "Jennie's gone.."

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nolaimagines · 4 years

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Request: I’m a sucker for a neglected child of one of the Mikaelsons. If you feel like it, would you be able to write something where no one really pays attention to the reader and doesn’t notice when they go out and one day the parent goes out with one of the other Mikaelsons around the town and sees the reader playing music with her friends/band outside and the parent realizes how little they know about their kid and tries to do better? You don’t have to. That was quite a lot so I get it

Notes// Hope you enjoy it! I am a little rusty in the writing skills.

“So does anyone want to go to this jazz concert tonight at Rosseau’s?” You asked, scrolling through your phone.

Your parents, Aunts and Uncles looked at each other.

“No love, I have better things to do like keeping this family alive.” Klaus retorted.

Elijah sighed fixing his suit and following your Dad, “And I need to ensure Niklaus doesn’t go to the unknown extremes. How about you, Rebekah?”

Rebekah scrunched up her nose, “No, not my taste.”

“You know what? Forget it. I will go by myself!” You let out a sarcastic laugh, grabbed your jacket and walked out the door, shoving your Dad out of the way.

You tapped the glass continuously with your nails, as you sat at the bar downing what must be your third drink.

“You might want to slow down, love.” A voice came from beside you.

You looked to your left and came into contact with probably the most gorgeous man you ever laid eyes on, “I…probably should but who is here to stop me?” You smirked and downed the rest of the drink, and signalling the bartender for your fourth drink.

The man chuckled, “Well…let me at least buy you a drink. I promise I am not a creep and I have no other intention other than enjoying the music…with you if that’s okay?”

You smiled, finally pleased that someone was taking an interest in you. Even if he turned out to want to kill you, you knew how to look after yourself, “That sounds perfect.” You signalled the bartender for a drink for your new friend, “What’s your name?”

“Aiden.” He smiled.

“Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.” You smiled before seeing his face change, “What is it?”

“It’s just…I know of your family. Will they be okay with you hanging out with me?” Aiden took a small sip of his drink.

You rolled your eyes, “They don’t care what I do, and if they by chance start caring now, I won’t let them hurt you.”

Aiden frowned, “Why don’t they care-“

“Touchy subject, let’s enjoy the music and dance the night away.” You smiled and held out your hand.

Aiden smiled and took your hand leading you to the dancefloor.

You smiled and laughed to yourself, hugging your jacket to yourself as you closed the front door to your house. You glanced at your family as you went into the kitchen to get yourself some water. They hadn’t even bothered to acknowledge you were home. You let out a sad sigh before heading up to your bedroom, changing and getting into bed.

“Thank you for a lovely night. I had the best time. Hope we can do this again sometime soon. Xx” – Aiden

You smile grew bigger reading the text. You had the best night of your life, and you felt seen. It was just unfortunate it wasn’t by your family.

“I know another small Jazz event happening outside of town at the weekend. We can even learn to play the saxophone! I’ll call you tomorrow, goodnight xx”

--At the weekend—

You threw another dress on the bed, frustrated you couldn’t find the perfect dress. You pushed each garment across the rail before coming across the perfect dress. It was knee length, floral print with a sweetheart neckline. Perfect you thought to yourself. Loosely brushing out your blonde curls, you grabbed your purse and went downstairs.

“Byeg guys, I’ll see you on Sunday evening…” You started to explain your plans but quickly realised that no one was listening.

You rushed out the door, to Aiden who was waiting in his car for you.

You couldn’t help but smile. You have only known this guy 4 days and yet you felt like best friends.

“Y/N, where are you going?” Elijah’s voice called out from behind you.

You waved your arms and laughed as you got into the car, “Bye Elijah!”

Elijah frowned as you and Aiden drove off before grabbing his own car keys.

You through your head back in laughter, “I can’t do it. I don’t have the strength!”

Aiden smiled, and gave the Saxophone back to the musician, “It’ll come with practice. We’ll be here all weekend anyway. Just let her catch her breath for a second.”

You took a deep breath in an attempt to pull yourself together, “That was hilarious.”

Aiden laughed with you and handed you your drink, “It was quite entertaining watching you try.” He teased.

You fake pouted, and took a sip of your drink, “No need to show off.”

Aiden smiled, “This might be too forward but may I kiss you?”

You looked at Aiden in complete surprise, “I…yes you may.”

Aiden smiled before leaning in and placing a soft kiss on your lips. You kissed back, placing your hand on his neck, deepening the kiss before pulling away.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ You started but Aiden cut you off with a kiss, more passionate than the first.

You moaned into the kiss tugging at his shirt by the collar. Aiden chuckled, “Slow down, we have the whole weekend.”

“And more…it’s not like I can play the saxophone after that kiss.” You were completely breathless.

Aiden smiled, “One more dance, and then we can go elsewhere.”

You nodded and took his hand, once again following him to the dancefloor.

You opened the door to your home, after waving goodbye to Aiden.

“Who was that?” Elijah’s voice broke your thoughts.

You rolled your eyes and closed the door, “My boyfriend. You dare even think about hurting him, and I will dagger you myself.”

“That’s my threat love, though it’s good to see you’re taking after me.” Klaus appeared from behind.

“What’s going on?” You crossed your arms across your chest.

“We wanted to know where you were.” Klaus responded, “You can’t just disappear like that.”

“Yes I can. Since when did you care anyway? Everything I do, you don’t want to know about it! Everyday I tell you my plans, but all of you ignore me. It’s like you don’t care. Am I even part of this family?!” You were so upset by the accusations, let alone being forgotten about by your own family.

“Of course you are! You are my daughter. I care about your whereabouts, and what you are doing.”

“Okay, fine. If you care about me, tell me where I was every day of this week.” You leant back on the door.

Klaus sighed, “You…you were with your friends at school…studying as you always do.”

Even this made Elijah frown.

You groaned, “I graduated last year, I haven’t been to school over a year! You don’t care! You never do, and you never will. But it’s okay, because I am used to it! If you must know, I was at Jazz festivals all this week with my boyfriend Aiden. If any of you even lay a finger on him, I will make you all regret it!”

You push yourself off the door, before Klaus grabbed your arm, “Love…I’m sorry. I’m sorry that you feel not a part of this family…I care about you more than anyone in this house. I will make more effort to know what you are doing and what you like. I don’t want you feeling anything different.”

You sighed, “I’d like to see that happen before I believe it entirely.”

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avengerscompound · 4 years

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The Surrogate - Chapter 17

The Surrogate: A Clintasha Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Clint Barton x Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Word Count: 1610

Rating: E

Warnings: Pregnancy, smut (FF, being woken with sex, vaginal fingering, toy use, vaginal penetration)

Synopsis: A freak end of the world incident leads to meeting your two best friends, Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff. While your friendship with the two Avengers is anything but conventional, they are your all-time favorite people. When you find out that Clint and Natasha want to start a family but have exhausted all their options, you realize your powerset might allow you to give them what they want. Having your best friends’ baby might seem like a good idea on paper, but when you are as close as you, Clint, and Natasha are, will doing something so intimate mean feelings get a little mixed up?

Chapter 17

As your pregnancy progressed Natasha and Clint enacted a policy of only one of them going on a mission at a time. They also tried to only take low risk, short missions, but it was sometimes hard to avoid them altogether. You all hated and dreaded them, the fear of something happening while they were gone haunted the three of you. So every time they happened, it was always with reluctance that anyone left the bed in the morning.

When Clint shifted to the side of the bed, you groaned and rolled, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in his back. “No,” you mumbled, your lips brushing against his skin as you spoke. “Don’t go.”

He chuckled and reached over to the side table, fumbling around for his hearing aids. When he finally got them in, he rolled over to face you and pulled you as closely against him as he could. “Not going to let me go?”

“Nope,” you said looking up into the blue of his eyes. “Don’t want you to go.”

He grinned and pressed his forehead against yours. “That’s always nice to hear,” he said and brought his lips to yours.

You kissed him deeply, running your hands up his muscular back and into his hair. You tugged it lightly, drawing a soft moan from him, and making him push one leg between yours.

He pulled back slowly and you tugged on his bottom lips with your teeth. “Babe,” he said gently. “I gotta go. Steve’s gonna kill me. Besides, Nat’ll be here and she’s way better at taking care of you than I am.”

“Yeah,” Natasha said, coming into the bedroom. “I am. Clint, you really need to get moving, they’re all waiting for you.”

“No,” you mumbled, holding Clint tighter and burying your face in his chest. “I only need five minutes?”

“Five?” Clint said, sounding affronted. “What are we gonna do it twice?”

Natasha snorted and came over and rubbed your hip. “You’re so needy lately, dorogáya,” she soothed. “What’s wrong.”

“I don’t know,” you huffed, finally relenting and letting Clint go. “I can’t help thinking that she’s gonna come when one of you guys is away.”

Clint leaned down and put his hands on either side of your stomach, bringing his face right up close to it. “You stay put ‘til I get back.”

“It’s gonna be fine,” Natasha assured you. “Run of the mill stuff. He’ll be back and busted up and you guys can have that amazing sex where you’re also healing him at the same time.”

“Yeah, babe,” Clint agreed. “I’ll stab myself if I don’t get any injuries.”

“And I promise when Clint’s out the door I’ll give your three orgasms and you won’t even have to return the favor,” Natasha added.

“I like returning the favor,” you whined.

Natasha burst out laughing and wrapped her arms around you. “Fine, you can return the favor.”

Clint leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Don’t you worry about me,” he said. “I’m harder to kill than a cockroach.”

You watched him get dressed and when he sat on the side of the bed to put on his shoes, you curled yourself around him again and pressed your face into his side. “Babe, you’re killing me here,” he said, rubbing your back.

“I made you a breakfast burrito,” Natasha said, nudging you away from Clint. “You really should get going.”

He leaned down and kissed you again, caressing your cheek. “Go back to sleep. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Okay,” you grumbled.

Clint got up and he and Natasha left the room. You had started dozing off again and when Natasha returned to the room and wrapped you in her arms you fell back into a deep sleep.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed when you woke with a low moan and a deep buzz in your cunt. You’d been having a graphic sex dream about having what kept changing from a three-way to a five-way and back and the participants never stayed the same. Sometimes it was people you knew, sometimes it was celebrities you liked, sometimes it wasn’t even people you were particularly attracted to. The only constant was you being railed by a never-ending line of people.

So when you realized that there were fingers on your clit creating that burning heat deep in your core it took a moment to disentangle the dream from reality. You gasped and jerked your hips forward as you woke completely and realized that Natasha was spooning you and fingering your clit quickly.

“Nat?” You moaned, still a little confused, though not fighting it. They’d teased you about waking you with sex before, and the idea had been excited. You’d told them they could and hoped they would but this was the first time it had ever happened.

“You were moaning in your sleep,” Natasha teased. “Thought I’d help you out.”

You hummed and leaned back against Natasha’s shoulder. “Mm… thank you.”

“You’re very welcome,” she whispered and captured your lips, kissing you deeply as her fingers flew over your clit. You moaned into her mouth and reached behind you and tangled your fingers into her hair.

She rolled onto you a little more, putting a little more pressure on you than was comfortable. You broke the kiss with a groan. “Nat?”

“Sorry, dorogáya,” Natasha said, pulling back. “Am I hurting you?”

“A little,” you admitted. “I was just wondering if maybe we could use a toy?”

She smiled that sexy half-smile at you and raised an eyebrow. “Which one?”

“Double-ended dildo?” You asked.

She smirked at you and got up. As she went to the closet where she kept the toys, you sat up and stretched.

Natasha returned to the bed and began to lube up the thick two-ended toy. “How do you want it?”

“I want to ride it,” you said. “Am I too big?”

She shook her head and got up on the bed. “I’ve got super-serum, I can handle it.”

She lay back and you crouched down between her legs and licked a stripe up her pussy. She was already soaking wet and the tart and heady flavor filled your mouth. You started sucking hungrily on her clit and flicking her tongue back and forth over it.

“Oh god, yes,” Natasha mewled, arching her back off the bed. You kept flicking your tongue over his clit and you reached up, taking the toy from her. You teased the tip over her entrance. She moaned again and pushed up against you. “Give it to me,” she begged.

You eased the toy in and began fucking her with it. You never stopped working her clit and as you moved the toy in and out, angling it to hit her g-spot. She moaned and bucked under you and her toes began to curl.

“Dorogáya…” she mewled. “My darling. Come up here.”

You crawled up so you were straddling her waist. As you lowered yourself down she held the other end of the dildo up, guiding it inside of you. You moaned and clenched around the toy and when you were seated fully in her lap you began to bounce.

Natasha ran her hands up your thighs and over your hips as she gazed up into your eyes. Both of you moaned as the toy penetrated each of you.

“You are so beautiful,” she hummed as she watched you bounce on her.

You smiled, you could see both love and desire in those green eyes as they gazed up at you. You felt the same emotions filling you too. You leaned down and kissed her deeply. Her hands ran up your back and over your stomach, slipping between you. She began to rub your clit and you pulled back with a gasp. “Fuck!” You cried.

“That’s it, dorogáya,” she moaned. “Ride me.”

She rubbed your clit with one hand and hers with the other. That deep, hot buzz coiled out in you. You grabbed your breasts, massaging them and adding to that feeling. The sounds of the two of you got louder and louder as you moved faster and faster. “Oh god, Nat, I’m so close.”

“Me too, darling,” Natasha moaned. “Keep going.”

You continued to bounce, and her fingers flew over your clit. Your fluids ran from you, dripping down the dildo and mixing with Natasha’s. All at once, your muscles seized up and you came, crying out and throwing your head back. Natasha focused on herself rutting her hips up against you as your orgasm shuddered through you. She bucked up hard as her orgasm hit, moaning loudly as he arched her back off the bed, pushing up into you.

“Fuck…” you sighed as you climbed off her. “That’s quite the way to wake up.”

“Yeah, see,” Natasha teased as she removed the toy. She teased her fingers up your legs and leaned in and kissed your cheek. “Who needs Clint? We can find our own fun.”

“Yeah, he’s just a stinky boy,” you joked.

Natasha chuckled and moved in close, so she was cuddling you close. “And the best thing about no boys is no refractory period, so,” she said as her hands skimmed down your side. “So if you want we can keep doing this all day. Or… if you like we can do something extra girly, like go and get our hair and nails done.”

“How about both?” You said.

She laughed. “Clint is going to be very jealous.”

“Of which bit? The sex or the manicure?”

“Both,” she said and brought her lips to yours.

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Joel Miller x Reader

I‘m thinking about making a series out of this!

Warnings: cursing, killing of infected, age difference

Summary: you and Joel are on patrol, when the events take a surprising turn.

“Hey Y/N, wait!“ A familiar voice calls out behind you. You stop your way to your home and turn around to find Jesse walking up to you. “Hi Jesse.“ You wave and smile, waiting for him to catch up. “What´s the matter?“ You ask after walking in silence for some seconds. “You know I am supposed to be on Patrol this morning?“ Jesse scratches his neck and looks at you. You nod and wave your hand in front of you. “I know, come to the point.“ You teasingly poke him in the ribs with your elbow and wait for him to finish. You kind of already have an idea where this was going, tho. “Could you maybe jump in for me? I wanted to talk to Dina and Ellie.“ Jesse looks nervous and you smile at him.You love going on Patrols. “sure, but you’ll do my fieldwork for the day. Deal?“ You extend your hand and Jesse shakes it. “Deal.“ He continues to walk with you to your house, and you take it as a chance to ask him some questions. “Who else is on Patrol?“ You look at your fingers and pick the dirt out from beneath your nails. “Oh, its group patrol. Tommy and Joel will be there for sure.“ Jesse shrugs his shoulders and you nod. „Cool, I like them.“ You look up and find Jesse smirking at you, his black hair flying in the wind. “sure you like him.“ He wiggles his eyebrows and you groan. “Oh shut up! He´s way too old for me.“ You shake your head laughing, but Jesse doesn’t budge. “No one cares about age these days, you said so yourself. I´d definitely fuck Joel if-“ Jesse talks in a high pitched voice but you stop him by slapping his arm. “Shut it! I was drunk when I said that.“ You couldn’t bite back your own smile any longer and hide your face behind your hands, cheeks growing hot. “Don´t worry, your secret is safe with me.“ Jesse pats your shoulder and you shrug him off, deciding to pay him back. “How kind of you. What is so important to talk about with Dina and Ellie, that you miss out on Patrol, anyways?“ You bite your lip and watch him blush, step fastening slightly to get faster to your house. “They kissed, and Ellie is avoiding me. Dina too. I want to talk to them to let them know there are no hard feelings, Dina can kiss whoever she wants.“ Jesse´s eyes meet yours for a second and you take in a sharp breath. “Sounds awkward. Is it really okay with you? I mean, Dina and you broke up last week.“ You kick a stone in front of you and watch it slide over the slippery mud. “Yeah, Dina and I are cool. She’s still important to me, obviously. But I like Ellie, I know she’s not playing games with her.“ Jesse hides his hands in his pockets and you do the same. “Yeah, Ellie wouldn’t do that. Don´t be mad, but I think Dina and Ellie would actually make a really cute couple.“ You say smiling, while thinking about your friends. “I´m not mad.“ Jesse laughs and stops as your house comes into sight. “Patrol starts in an hour, just meet the others at the gate.“ Jesse stomps his foot into the ground and you continue walking, turning around to walk backwards. “Alright, good luck with your little chat.“ You wave and smile one last time, Jesse doing the same. As soon as you enter the warm comfort of your home, you shrug off your jacket and throw it over a nearby chair, not before removing your shoes. Your fingers are freezing so you rub them together, looking around your room that once used to be a garage, to pack your backpack. Your home wasn’t big, but definitely big enough for you. You have everything you need, including a small cooking space and bedroom. “Okay, for Patrol I definitely need warmer clothes.“ You talk to yourself, grabbing a worn hoodie you once found in a mall to dress it on top of your current shirt. Next, you grab your favorite knife from the counter and stuff it into the belt of your jeans, along with a smaller one and your gun. Your backpack rests in the corner, shotgun and an empty bottle poking out. You hang the shotgun onto the backpacks side and prepare your backpack, more weapons and some clean rags with alcohol going inside, just to make sure. After you’re done, you decide to help Tommy prepare the horses and slide the backpack onto your shoulders, a sigh leaving your lips at the heavy feeling. Boots and Jacket being put back on, you leave your house and march to the nearby stalls, feeling a little excited to be out in the wild again after three weeks of not going. “Morning Tommy.“ You knock onto a wooden pole to make Tommy aware of your presence, and pet the nearest horse with a smile. “Oh, morning Y/N. Aren´t you supposed to be on the fields today?“ Tommy picks up a saddle and carries it over to his horse. You take your own one out of its box and start to prepare it. “No, I mean, yes. But I swapped with Jesse. Hope that’s alright.“ You take a brush to quickly clean the horses fur and saddle it after you’re done. “Of course, you’re a better shooter than Jesse, anyway.“ Tommy laughs and starts to prepare the next horse, while you laugh with him. “I simply had a good teacher.“ You take his and your horse, and walk them outside. “Meet you at the gate?“ You ask over your shoulder. “Yeah, I won’t be long.“ Tommy disappears into a box and you gently pull on the reins in your hand. “Come on guys, let’s go.“ The horses follow you and you’re quick to arrive at the gate, Seth and Joel already waiting. “Good morning.“ You greet them, a blush on your cheeks from the cold. “Where´s Jesse?“ Seth asks grumpily, grey brows knitted together. “We changed shifts.“ You shrug your shoulders and move your head, not interested into having a conversation with a man that offended two of your closest friends. “We don´t need a little girl out on patrol with us, She´ll only-“ “She killed more infected than you, Y/N can take good care of herself.“ Joel steps forward and his hazel eyes look at you. You smile shyly and nod, silently thanking him. Joel looks tired, lips firmly pressed together and backs under his eyes. “She´s your responsibility then, I ain’t saving her ass.“ Seth frowns and you give him a cold look. “Good, cause I won’t save your ass, either.“ Joel chuckles at that and takes Tommys horse from you, staying by your side. Seth just gives you another look and turns around, arms crossed. “I don´t get it why he has to be such a dick.“ You mumble under your breath, not even trying to hide your disking for Seth. Joel briefly eyes you up and down and takes in a long breath. “I asked myself the same thing.“ Joel scratches his beard and you try not to stare, watching him out of the corner of your eye. “How´s Ellie? I mean, after what happened at the dance.“ Joel rests his arm on the saddle and stands crosslegged, body turned towards you. “I don´t know, think she’s good tho. Ellie is tough.“ You lick your lips and push some leafs around your feet. “She is.“ Joel exhales and plays with the wristband of his watch, deep in thought. You want to ask how Joel is feeling, but decide against it. He rarely opens up, and you don’t want to push him. “Let´s leave before the weather changes for the worst.“ Tommy appears from behind you, two horses trotting next to him. Seth and Joel take their horses and get ready, while you do the same. “Open the gate!“ Tommy and Seth build the front while you and Joel follow closely behind. “Be safe, and come back if something is too big for you.“ The man at the gate opens it painfully slow, and closes it as soon as your horses set foot outside of Jackson. The chilly autumn air makes you shiver and you’re quick to pull the hood of your sweater over your head. “Alright, we’ll take the shortcut threw the woods and stop at the old town, scan the mall and supermarket for any infected, then come back. Okay?“ Tommy shouts over his shoulder, the heavy stomping of hooves on the ground underlining his words. “Got it.“ Joel grumbles, hunched over his horse and reins tight in his hand. You gently urge your horse to run faster, and follow your companions into the woods. Branches sway dangerously in the wind and small pieces of wood break under the horses weight. You close your eyes for a second and just listen, your breathing mixed with the chirping of birds and water running in a nearby river. If it wasn’t for the infected, you could stay outside forever. You open your eyes just in time to register movement to your right, slowing down slightly. “Whats wrong?“ Joel asks, pulling on the reins and slowing down as well. “Something is out there.“ You point to the bushes and alert Tommy as well, all eyes searching for any signs of danger. Just when you thought you were only imagining things, three runners come sprinting towards you. Their mouths are wide open as they scream and scratch the air with their bloody hands, head twitching from left to right. “Runners!“ You shout, before quickly pulling out your gun and shooting the closest one. The body drops to the floor, but that doesn’t stop the other two from trying to attack you and your horse. You aim for the next one and pull the trigger at the same time as Joel, two more bodies dropping to the ground. “We have to go, the gunshots will only attract more!“ Seth kicks his horse in the rips and starts galloping along the uneven earth, Tommy following close behind. “This way.“ Joel and you follow, leaning forward to get a better view of your surroundings. “More runners to your left!“Tommy makes a sharp right turn and slits the throat of a runner that got dangerously close to Seth. You gasp and almost run into a tree, dodging it last second. You look behind you and a string of curses leave your lips. “Fuck, they’re coming from everywhere!“ You take out a handful with your gun, the echo of the shots almost as loud as their screaming nonsense. “We have to split up!“ Tommy struggles to load his riffle and Seth isn’t much of a help, not even looking back to check up on you guys. You and Joel on the other hand work like a team, keeping each others backs free and shooting every runner that only dared to get close to Tommy. “Seth watch out!“ You scream breathless, hastily grabbing your small knife and throwing it blade first ahead of you. You’re lucky and it lands inside the eye of a runner who was cutting off Seth´s way, making him drop to the ground. Seth´s eyes widen in shock, and he looks back at you. „T-Thank you.“ He stutters before making another left turn and finally killing some runners himself. “It´s too many.“ Joel curses, gun tightly in one, and reins in the other hand. “Y/N, Joel, you go to the supermarket. Seth and I take the mall, we meet in the village. Hurry!“ Tommy casually throws his riffle back over his shoulder and makes a u-turn, dodging some runners, Seth hot on his heels. You and Joel waste no time and continue on your path, Joel showing you the way while you keep an eye out for more runners. The group of infected has split up and you only have a handful still following you, nothing you can’t handle. “We´re almost there.“ Joel shouts over his shoulder, face red and veins popping out of his neck. You swallow and quickly reload your gun, trying not to drop the bullets on the wobbly horseback. “You fuckers.“ With that you extend your arm and squint an eye, waiting for two runners to perfectly aline behind each other. Your finger pulls the trigger and shoots both in the head, needing only one bullet. “Impressive.“ Joel mumbles, as he slows down to help you. You don´t know why, but his comment made you proud. “Last one´s for you.“ Joel points his gun to a furious runner that bites the air and extends its claws towards you. You inhale and aim, confidently pulling the trigger one last time. You sigh in relief when the last one drops to the ground, and you can stuff the gun back into your belt. “That was close.“ You whisper and Joel nods, slowing down to the point you could comfortably sit back in the saddle. “The supermarket is right there, we should stop here and walk just in case. Makes us less of a target.“ Joel stops and hops off his horse, a loud grunt leaving his lips in the progress. You follow him and briefly brush the blood from your fingers onto your jeans. “We can bind the horses there.“ You point to a driveway that was half covered in grass with a big tree growing next to it. “Looks good to me.“ Joel nods in approval and you both take care of your horses before continuing walking by foot. “Whoever was on patrol last time, they did a shitty job. I haven´t seen that many runners for weeks, they must have been here a while.“ You shiver at the thought and Joel grabs onto the strings of his backpack. “I just hope the supermarket is clean, my back hurts.“ Joel rotates his shoulders and you stifle a laugh. “Feeling old yet?“ You step slightly closer towards him and make your arms brush, hoping he didn’t notice. He did tho, but doesn’t step away. You continue your way, arms occasionally brushing against each other. “Nah, nothing 8 hours of sleep can’t fix.“ He looks at you and you almost stumble over your own feet, distracted under his gaze. “Careful.“ Joel quickly grabs your arm and stops you from falling, an amused smile on his lips. You chuckle and regain balance, trying not to blush at how warm your arm gets where Joel is touching you. You know he’s older than you, and practically like a dad to your friend, but you can’t help it and feel attracted to Joel. It’s just a small crush tho, nothing too serious. That’s what you told Jesse one night while being drunk and playing truth or dare, and that’s what you tell yourself when you find yourself dreaming about the man next to you. Just a crush, no hard feelings. Everything else would only make things complicated and awkward. “Who taught you how to shoot like that?“ Joel lets go of your arm and casually rests one hand on his hip while the other holds a knife, just in case. “Tommy teached me a long time ago. I was new in Jackson and didn’t even know how to hold a gun.“ You chuckle at the memory and let your mind wonder. Would you still be alive if you never came to Jackson? Probably not. Maybe, with much luck. “You came there alone?“ Joel asks, voice deep and husky. You frown slightly and lower your head. “My mom and sister died when the outbreak started, and my dad got infected on our way to Jackson.“ You clasp your necklace between your fingertips and slightly pull on the charm, a small silver star that once belonged to your sister. “I know how you feel.“ Joel´s eyes darken and he straightens his back, face unreadable. “Most people do nowadays, don’t they?“ You smile and look at him with sad eyes, wondering what kind of man he was before the outbreak started. You barely remember the world before hell broke loose, but Joel does. He must had a normal life back then, maybe even family. You furrow your eyebrows, that thought sounds ironically funny to you. “That´s why most people keep to themselves. It’s easier to be alone than loosing another loved one.“ Joel looks at his watch and you tilt your head. “Is that why you only let Tommy and Ellie in?“ The question slips past your lips before you can stop yourself, and Joel tenses. “I´m letting you in right now, or am I not?“ Joel briefly looks at you and then walks ahead, walk stiff and fast. You follow without saying another word, trying to comprehend what just happened. “We´re here.“ Joel stops in front of the supermarket, looking at the smashed in windows and barricaded door. The roof broke in at some places, and nature started to overgrow the place. Still, some shelves weren’t empty and the back of the shop looks untouched. You turn on your flashlight and carefully light into the place, spotting a mushroom like growth in one corner. “Spores. Put your mask on.“ You step back and pull your mask out of your backpack and over your face, breaths quick and short. “They weren’t there last time.“ Joel puts on his mask and gently pushes you behind him, hunching over and preparing to climb in from one of the windows. “quiet, we don’t know what’s inside.“ He looks into your eyes for any kind of resistance, but you just nod and get out your knife, showing him you’re ready. Glass splinters crunch under your weight as you swing yourself over the windowsill and land in a crouched position. You bite your lip and look around, signaling Joel to follow you. Your feet grind over the ground and you carefully round the corner, flashlight flickering for a second. There it stands, a clicker with open skull and ulcers all over his body. Its torso is leaned forward and arms pulled back as it screeches its horrible sound. You flinch and quickly move to a nearby shelf, pressing yourself against it while Joel hides behind a wall. The clicker moves its head into your direction and clicks again, moving forward while doing so. You hold your breath and tighten the grip on your knife. You’d wait for It to round the shelf and then kill it from behind. The clicker swings its head from side to side and continues to scan its surroundings, getting closer to you with each step. You dare to take a look and crane your neck, almost gasping when the clicker turns his head directly towards you. You hurry to round the shelf and change position, while the clicker makes it way to your previous one. Joel observes your every move, but is stuck in his position or else the clicker is going to tick off. You feel sweat forming on your forehead and suddenly don’t feel so cold anymore, as your nerves kick in. The clicker almost disappears completely behind the shelf before you launch to the side and lock your arm around the clickers throat. You pull it down to your level and stab your knife into its temple, rotating it twice before pulling back out. The clicker looses its grip on you and silently slips to the floor, a puddle of blood forming beneath it. Joel comes out of his hiding spot and searches the clicker for any useful stuff. It’s last clicker echos inside the room and you hold your breath, praying to hear nothing else. But luck wasn’t on your side and before you could comprehend what was happening, a runner comes out of nowhere and screams as he sees you. Joel quickly pushes you aside and doges the runners swing, only to swing back at him with his knife. The runner cries angrily and jumps forward, barely missing Joel by a few inches. You get back up and prepare to help Joel, when the sound of another clicker makes you halt your movements. “Shit.“ You whisper-scream, turning around to see another clicker wandering the aisles of the supermarket. “Another clicker.“ You tell Joel as quiet as possible, while he held the runner tightly in his grip and was about to pop its neck. “for fucks sake.“ He mumbles, flexing his arms with a grunt and letting the dead body slip to the floor with a thud. “I´ll take him and you look for more.“ You tell Joel, already sneaking your way threw the aisles before he could protest. Luckily for you, the clicker is distracted by a bottle you kicked into the opposite direction, and walks away from you. You take the chance and slit its throat from behind, catching the body in your arms and silently laying it down. Blood is all over your mask and the inside starts to get foggy, making you breathe out in annoyance. You quickly round the other aisles and make sure that you’re alone, before going to the back of the shop to look for Joel. He´s in an office, leaning against a desk while clutching his face. You can’t see any spores, so you also take off your mask and carefully make your way over to him. “It´s safe.“ Joel says, voice tired and breathless. “Two more runners but I took them down.“ Joel holds his cheek while looking up at you, and you shyly wiggle yourself between his legs. There you stand, invading his private space, grabbing his wrist with shaking fingers. “What happened?“ You ask, as you slowly lower his hand and place it into his lap. A gash decorates his cheek, soaking his beard with blood. Its not deep, but long and nasty looking. “one of them surprised me and almost got me, tried grabbing my face and pushed my own knife in.“ Joel chuckles at your worried expression, but doesn’t pull away when you grab his face. “We need to clean it.“ You step back and get rid of your backpack, rummaging threw its contents for a cloth and rubbing alcohol. “I see you’re prepared.“ Joel slips a little lower and crosses his legs, hands gripping the desk behind him. You adjust your flashlight and stand between his legs again, blushing when your knee bumps into his clothed crotch. “You never know what happens.“ You shrug your shoulders and soak the cloth in alcohol before placing the bottle on the desk. “Look up, please.“ You gently cup his chin and push it upwards, so you could have a better look at his chin. His beard tickles on your fingertips and you don’t dare to meet his eyes, while he stares at you and tilts his head back. “This stings a little.“ You purse your lips and press the cloth against his bleeding cheek. Joel grips the edges of the desk tighter, but stays quiet. “What happened with your nose?“ You ask, trying to distract him while your pinky finger brushes over the light scar on the bridge of his nose. “Fist fight, I think. I don´t really remember, to be honest.“ Joel slowly moves his hands and grazes your hips. You blush and let your eyes flicker to his, to find him already looking at you. “I- I don´t think you need stitches. It already stopped bleeding.“ You whisper, intimidated by the closeness between you two. “Okay.“ Joel whispers back, breath fanning over your face. When did you get so close? You inhale sharply, knees getting weak as you smell him. His blood, dirt from outside and sweat. But also soap and, wood? He smells musky, and you like it. You lick your lips as you stare at his own, framed by his greying beard. You lower the cloth and open your mouth but close it, your mind running blank. You feel Joels hands on your lower back, and his eyes on your face. “Joel.“ Your fingers wander down his neck to rest on his chest, but instead of pushing him away, you hold onto the fabric of his jacket. Its soft and warm in your palm, and you find yourself pulling it closer to your body. Joel closes his eyes and you do the same, holding your breath. You don’t know who kisses who, but suddenly Joels lips are on yours and his beard prickles your sensitive skin. His hands brush upwards to cup your face, and his rough thumb gently slides over your cheek. You sigh into the kiss and open your lips further, waiting impatiently to taste him. He grunts and you feel the vibration in his chest, mentally taking a note of it as its one of the hottest sounds you ever heard. His tongue slips past your lips and your belly does a flip, goosebumps rising on your arm. What are you doing? The voice inside your head screams. Now its not just a silly crush anymore.

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