#my brother would play with my mom's ears when she held him

[willowser]

katsuki plays with your son's ears.

without thinking, really. it started when he was a newborn, and katsuki was unable to get over how soft your son's skin was—so squishy and tender and fresh, made of velvet—and it's followed the both of them all this way. whenever they're sitting together, either at the table or on the couch or with your little boy in his father's lap, you'll always see katsuki's hand come up to lightly fiddle with your son's little earlobe. tug on it, pass it back and forth between his thumb and his pointer.

you think it's an absent-minded comfort thing, for katsuki, like how he plays with the clasp of your necklace, sitting warm at the nape of your neck, or how he drums his fingers against your arm when he's waiting too long for something. how he keeps a hand on his chest when he's laying down, like he wants to feel his heartbeat beneath his skin, or how he rubs his hands on his pants even when they shouldn't be sweaty, just to be safe.

you notice your son doing it to himself when katsuki's out of the country, and then you notice him doing it to you, too.

just the same way—without thought, a little habit; after a bath, you're trying to wind down for bedtime by letting your son sit in your lap and lean back into your chest, his full little belly from dinner poking out under his pajama shirt. and then he rubs at his eyes and yawns and plays with his hair for a second, before reaching up to find your earlobe. to feel it softly between his fingers as he sighs, relaxed and sleepy.

(you'll remember to tell katsuki later, after you've tucked your little one in and are propping your phone up in the kitchen for a quick facetime chat. when the call finally connects, he almost immediately leans closer to the screen, to see you better, and you see his elbow prop up, his hand raise and the tendons of his wrists shifting as he fiddles with something you can't see—but something you know, anyway.)

[nichoswag]

Hey Rei! I've been thinking for a while if I should send a prompt request or not, but here we go. 😂 (Hope you'll like it lol)

So my idea is #15 "Please stop flirting with me, my parents are right there." with a fake dating trope. And the idol who first came to my mind was Heeseung, I feel like he would match this well! You're free to decide the atmosphere of the story, I, personally was just feeling funny haha. I hope you'll have fun with this request! <33

flirt . lee heeseung

prompt: "please stop flirting with me, my parents are right there."

pairing: fake bf!heeseung x gn reader

warnings: fake dating au, lots of flirting, kissing, teasing, like one light innuendo

song rec: into it - chase atlantic (warning: song is extremely sexual)

a/n: hii marine! admittedly i did push this to the top of my list because i feel a bit more inclined to complete reqs from my moots ♡ sorry it took so long, but i did have a lot of fun with this request!! i hope you enjoy :))

if someone were to ask you how you got in this situation, you honesly couldn't say you have a clue.

walking into your childhood friend's parents' house hand-in-hand with him, you're still questioning how you got here.

well, to put it simply, you and heeseung grew up together. you even went to college together, and now you're back home together. but, you're now actually together.

at least, that's what you've told both of your parents, after constant nagging and pleading from both ends for you both to date someone. so, your solution was to pretend you're both dating each other.

now, you're shaking due to the nerve of the roles you're both about to play.

heeseung squeezes your shaking hand that's placed in his, sending you a reassuring smile. "hey, it's fine. we're only doing this to get them off our backs."

your heart flutters at his smile and the kind action.

mrs lee opens the door for the both of you. "____! it's so nice to see you," she exclaims, pulling you into a hug.

"moooom," heeseung whines. "what about me?"

she chuckles. "oh, hush. i haven't seen ____ in years."

as she welcomes the two of you into her house, you realize how natural this feels after all. besides, you and mrs lee have always been close, as your moms are best friends, so she's like a second mom to you anyway.

heeseung leads you through the wide hall into the large dining room. sending you a wink, he pulls back your chair for you. you send him a weird look as you sit down, but he ignores it and pushes your chair in, taking a seat next to you.

diagonal from where you and heeseung sit, your fathers are arguing about who's lawnmower does the better job. you chuckle at their pettiness as your mother chastises your dad for picking a fight over such a stupid thing. things haven't changed at all.

you're immersed in a conversation with heeseung until someone takes a seat across from you. it's heedo, your fake boyfriend's older brother.

and your childhood crush.

there's a girl sitting next to him, and they're holding hands, just as you and heeseung were a few minutes ago.

heeseung seems to notice your curiosity, because he leans closer to speak into your ear. "that's yeri, heedo's girlfriend." he takes your hand again and squeezes it. "are you okay? we can leave if you're uncomfortable," he offers, knowing about your long-term crush on his brother.

you shake your head. "i'm alright. just surprised."

he nods, understanding. "are you over him? i mean, you've dated since you last saw him."

"i think so, actually." you smile, nostalgia hitting you suddenly. "he was my childhood crush, so i guess it's just weird for me. it's not like i haven't seen him with a girl before."

you remember the time you saw him making out with a girl at a party him and heeseung had thrown in high school while yours and their parents were on a trip. you'd then gotten drunk on wine to the point of throwing up, and heeseung had held your hair back half the night at your house while you threw up.

then, when he brought his first girlfriend for dinner with his parents. heeseung had invited you over, not knowing he was there with his girlfriend, and you'd spent the evening crying in his room while he held you.

heeseung grins at you, seemingly remembering those nights too. you feel eternally grateful to have someone like him in your life.

he presses a kiss to your temple, seemingly trying to keep up the act. "you hungry, cutie?"

you nod shyly, blushing as he ruffles your hair. "starved."

within a few moments, heedo and heeseung get up to help their mother bring plates of food from the kitchen and set them in the middle of the large dining table.

yeri stares at you across the table. you feel self-conscious as she eyes you up and down, as if she's analyzing how big of a threat you are to her.

heeseung catches a glance at her eyeing you as he sits down, sighing as he realizes what's going on. he glares back at her, and she just smiles innocently, fixing a napkin on her lap. she glares at you as she kisses heedo on the cheek.

"what's her problem?" heeseung whispers in your ear.

you shrug. "i have no clue. I've literally just been sitting here."

he rolls his eyes. "i hope she doesn't cause a scene."

dinner does end up going without a hitch. besides a few more glares from yeri when heedo asks about your experiences in university and settling into your new job, you feel at ease. even when yours and heeseung's parents ask how you two began dating, you're able to answer the questions just as the two of you practiced earlier.

you notice heeseung looking at you with an expression you don't recognize throughout dinner. almost like admiration, except his eyes are fiery. you just think he's playing the role of your loving boyfriend.

mrs lee brings out a tray of sweets. "anyone hungry for dessert?" she practically sings.

heeseung grins and leans close. "mine's already here." he places a hand on your knee.

you choke on your own spit, and he pats your back. "please stop flirting with me, my parents are right there," you whisper-yell into his ear as everyone stares at you both.

your hear giggles, and you realize everyone must have heard what you said.

your mother smiles sweetly at the both of you. "don't worry, we're not judging you. the two of you are adorable."

you blush furiously, and heeseung ruffles your hair again.

yeri huffs from across the table, and you realize she must be jealous of the attention you two are receiving as a couple, not insecure of her relationship. she busies herself with fixing heedo's collar aggressively.

he grabs her hands as the attention turns to them. "what is your problem? you've been like this all evening. can't you just act normal?"

heeseung stifles a laugh from beside you and you nudge him with your elbow. "what's funny?"

he leans over to whisper in your ear for the third time tonight. "just that they're seemingly an actual couple and they get along worse than us."

you giggle, and yeri turns to glare furiously at you. "what the fuck is funny, you callous bitch?"

there are gasps all along the table, and heeseung nearly stands up defensively before you grab his arm to pull him down.

"don't think i haven't noticed you flaunting you perfect boyfriend all night." she laughs mockingly. "you're like a three. how did you manage to pull that guy?"

"get out." heedo glares at his probably soon-to-be-ex girlfriend, motioning towards the hall that leads to the front door.

"what?" her tough front cracks as she wears a scared face. "heedo-"

"i said. get. out." he gets up, pulling her up with him and marching toward the hallway.

you can hear the yelling and screaming still. "i've told you before, she's like a fucking SISTER to me! who are you to talk to my family like that?" "SHE WAS TAUNTING ME WITH HER PERFECT GUY-"

eventually, the screaming is muffled as it seemingly continues outside.

mrs lee gains her composure and proceeds with setting out the dessert. "kids these days are so dramatic. minus my ____, of course. you're an angel."

you smile at her. "thanks, mrs lee."

her smile falters. "honey, why don't you just call me 'mom?' i'll be your mother-in-law eventually, anyway."

you nearly choke again, and heeseung stifles a laugh. "just go with it," he mouths.

you smile again. "sure, mom. thank you for the dessert."

dinner wraps up rather quickly after the dramatic scene. heedo returns at the very end, looking very disheveled as you and heeseung make your way up the long spirals stairs to his room, where you'll both be staying the night.

heeseung lets out a long laugh after he closes the door to his childhood bedroom, nearly slumping against it. "that was a train wreck. heedo has terrible taste in girls."

you giggle. "he should've just chosen me when he had the chance."

heeseung's smile fades. "no, i rather like having you to myself."

your feel a twinge of pain in your heart at the way his smile drops. "hee, i was just kidding. i told you, i'm over him. i think i like someone else now, anyway."

the smile that began to creep onto his face at the first part of your speech drops again as he hears the last part. "oh." his shoulders slump, face looking dejected.

you catch his face in your hands as he turns away from you. "hee, do you really not realize who i'm talking about?"

his eyes widen in realization. "you mean..."

"yes, i mean i like you, lee heeseung." you grin at him.

before you realize it, he's taking you into his arms and picking you off the ground and you're spinning through the air. you both giggle as you come back onto the ground.

now flustered, you look away from him "so..."

"i like you too, ____. i thought that was pretty obvious." he ruffles your hair yet again, pulling you close by your waist.

you giggle. "it kinda was."

he looks at you for a moment, gentle gaze flickering between your eyes and lips. "can i kiss you?"

you nod, and he leans down to connect your lips gently. you wrap your arms around his neck, one hand resting on the nape of his neck, and the other tangling in his hair.

he pulls away and you lean your head against his chest, breathless.

"fuck, i think i might be in love with you." the words leave your mouth before you can even think about what you're saying.

he smirks down at you as you meet his eyes, yours wide. "yeah? what makes you think that?"

you inhale sharply. "you've been there for me through everything since we were kids. my heart hurts when you're sad, i feel angry when you're angry, and i'm happy when you are. also, i always find myself missing you when you're not around. i think that's love."

he smiles, eyes shining brightly. "if that's the case, i love you too."

minutes later, you're settled in a pair of heeseung's clothes, waiting on his bed for him to come back from the bathroom.

as he enters the room, your heart races. you've spent nights together as friends, no biggie. but now, it's the real deal.

he sprawls out on the bed beside you and turns to look at you. "cuddle?" he asks, opening his arms. you practically dive into them as they wrap around your body tightly.

you realize you feel safe here. that to you, there's never been any place safer than in his arms.

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[the-froschamethyst4]

When you meet his kids

John Price Headcanons

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You were definitely nervous to finally meet Price’s children

When you both started dating he didn’t want to share that he had kids till he knew she was the one for him

He has a son named Beau and a daughter named Iris

Iris is a sweet and kind girl who did t care if someone wasn’t her mom as long as he daddy was happy

Beau was very much skeptical about Y/n for the first time. Price has been with other women before Y/n and every time it never ends well

Price was nervous as well on how his kids will act around his now soon-to-be wife

“Hi, Y/n,” Iris said with a soft smile and putting her hand out

Y/n took it and shook it. “Nice to meet you too, Iris. I’ve heard so much about you, you’re so lovely,” Y/n said.

“You’re just trying to get on her good side because you want something,” Beau said but he got smacked upside the head by Price.

“Be nice, Beau,” he said in a low voice.

“Why are you with my dad?” Beau asked.

“Because I love him.”

“Him or his money?”

“Him and only him,” she said being calm.

“I’m not buying that…every women he’s been with wants his money…I know you want it.”

“With respect Beau…I have my own money, I don’t need your father’s money,” Price smiled at Y/n.

Beau was slightly impressed that she was standing up for herself the others would have crumbled knowing they’ve been caught

Y/n had dinner with Price and his kids. Iris was already attached to Y/n and doesn’t want her to go, after dinner Iris showed Y/n her room and showed her the toys Price has brought her from his missions, Y/n smiled at the toys

Iris gave Y/n a toy that Price brought from China and Iris said it's one of her favorites. Price leaned against the doorframe watching Iris tell Y/n about the 'adventures' her toys went on

Beau rolled his eyes when he watched Iris and Y/n play together

Iris kind of seeing Y/n as a someone she could play with instead of a mom and that's fine with Y/n as long as everyone is happy

Price held Y/n's hand as they sat on the couch watching TV together, Iris was in bed due to her early bedtime and Beau played video games in his bedroom for the rest of night till Price wants to go to bed

Beau was playing a 1st person shooter game and Y/n went upstairs to go speak with Beau to let him know everything will be okay

She knocked before she entered his bedroom, he removed one of the headphones covering his right ear and looked at Y/n, he groaned, rolling his eyes and focusing back on his game

"I know you don't like me and that's okay, I'm not here to replace your mom in any sort of way-"

"But you are or else you wouldn't be here," Beau said.

"You...You might have a point...but...I will only love you as much as I can even if you don't like me...I've never been a mom before let alone a stepmom before and...I know you don't like me and you have the right to never ever like me-"

"Right, can you go now, I want to play my game," Beau said, placing his headphone back on his right ear.

"Oh, I know this game...my brother played it all the time," she said, sitting next to him on the bed.

"Did you play it?"

"Every now and then but I'm not that good," she said as an idea popped in Beau's head.

"Here...you try," Beau pushed the controller into her hands.

"Okay..." Y/n was flipping through skins and guns, ammo, and upgrade the skills. Beau was kind of impressed, she was fast, and her character looked amazing.

Y/n then started to game, and she was dropped into a random part of the map, he passed her his headphones and immediately shot at an opponent.

Beau was impressed with how she played, she didn't hesitant to shoot some opponents and collected some new guns that even Beau has never collected before

Beau was stunned when Y/n was in the top 5 with the most kills in 1 round

"Wow," he said, she took off the headphones and gave him the controller back.

"Yeah...I'm not that good-"

"NOT THAT GOOD! THAT WAS AMAZING!!"

It's been close to a year now. The kids love Y/n, and the kids and her now have days where they do mother and kids bonding time together.

Iris and Y/n every Friday night will play 'Iris's dolls adventure'

And every Saturday night, Beau and Y/n play the video game that Y/n was 'bad at'

Price and Y/n also spend every Thursday night as a 'date night' because their mom gets them every Tuesday and Thursday

Their mom...hates Y/n...because she's young and has more attention from her kids and her ex-husband. Why does she care about her ex-husband? Because she was told by him that she is his one and only but not anymore

They got the divorce because Price's ex-wife was a workaholic constantly working and not spending time with the kids or her 'husband'

Beau and Iris came running into house excited to see their stepmom, Y/n bent down and hugged the two kids, she kissed their temples

"How was school?" She asked them.

"Good." Iris said.

"Boring," Beau said, his usual answer when he came home.

"Well go get cleaned up, and get you things together, your mom is coming to get you two," Y/n said as the kids groaned and headed to their rooms.

Price walked through the door of his home seeing Y/n fix them some food. Price has to be home when his ex-wife comes to collects the kids.

He knows Y/n is capable of making sure everything goes smoothly, it's just the fact of his ex-wife hating Y/n and she tries to start things with Y/n.

“Daddy, I don’t want to go,” Iris groans as she came downstairs.

“I know, baby, but it’s part of the court, it’s just for today and you come home to us tomorrow afternoon,” he said, kissing her forehead.

They waited on the porch for their mother. Y/n stood close to Price and the kids sat on the porch stairs and played with the rocks, then they saw their mother car pull into the driveway with music blasting mainly 'heartbreak' songs.

Happier by Olivia Rodrigo, Good in goodbye by Madison Beer, Online Lovers by Conan Gray, and Backstabber by Kesha

Price rolled his eyes at her being dramatic.

"Come on, kids," she yells. Beau got up first and Price picked up his daughter taking her down the porch stairs and placing her into the backseat. "Does she really have to watch?"

"Yes...she's a witness in case anything happens," Price said.

"Like what John? You afraid I might call the cops again?"

"You called them because the kids told you no on a visit and you calmed, I was holding them hostage...I'm not putting them through that again, I almost lost them because of you and reckless behavior," Price said as she smirked and pulled out of the driveway.

"Price?"

"I fucking hate her," he said as he walked towards her and moved her inside.

"Do you think everything will be okay?"

"I'm not sure...Beau knows my number that if anything happens, he can call me and let me know," Price said.

Price and Y/n tried to get over what had happened, Price picked at the food and Y/n placed hers down.

"Did I not make it right?" She asked.

"No, it's good, love...I'm just worried about the kids."

"I understand, Price...we can stop eating and you can call them."

"I can't, she has the right to decline my calls...so I can't even reach them."

"We can get Beau a phone."

"He's too young," Price said, leaning back.

Price and Y/n cleaned up around the kitchen and Y/n was dancing to a random beat in her head. Price was confused and watched her do some small random dances

"What are you doing?"

"Huh? Oh, I don't know, it's just a random tune in my head," she said as she turned to him still doing those small dances

"Are you trying to cheer me up?"

"A bit..." she said.

Price smiles and joins in on the small dances

[corruptedspeaker]

Need some advice?

Steven Universe x Mom!reader (platonic)

It was just so frustrating! Everything was always dumped onto him, the trauma, the unbearable and out of control emotions seemed to be eating him up from the inside- almost like he was drowning and no one was there to fully understand and help him. It seemed as though no matter how hard he tried to reach out no one knew how to help. Being dumped with so much trauma at a young age took a really bad toll on his body and mind. He just really wanted to clear his head at this point- since Connie was busy with her studies, his dad was busy and the gems were busy with other gems.

He should take a walk on the broadwalk or whatever, he could maybe get a bite to eat or see if anyone was around to chat or maybe hang out with him to just distract him and kill time. Maybe he could go to Funland and at least he could try to experience some sort of feeling.

Gosh! It just seemed SO- empty with no one he knew that was around anymore! It was so weird to see everyone grow apart and he- he was practically trying to rip his hair out of his scalp.

" Hey! (Child name 1) do not hit your brother! "

That's when he heard someone's voice yelling at something and he couldn't help but look up to see you. You were seated on one of the benches looking towards the ocean, your sun hat protecting you from the heat while your sunglasses rested on top of the hat/you had your glasses on your face. You seemed to have a magazine or book on your lap, too many bags to count on your side with one filled with toys and one filled with snacks and water bottles and juices.

Steven had never seen you around before in beach city ever before- you were probably a tourist or you had recently moved in. He couldn't help but wonder if his mother would have done the same, if she would have taken him to the beach with his dad and watch him play in the sand, would he have a younger brother or sister? Would things have been easier for him?

Just the thoughts swirling around in his mind made him flare in anger, his gem buzzed as his body contorted and he started glowing pink. He could feel his head pounding in his ears, it hurt -- why couldn't things just have turned differently? Why couldn't he just have something better?! Why couldn't everyone stay and why--

" Hey kid! "

Steven looked up, his eyes darting around until his eyes finally landed on you. You were waving at him, beckoning him to come over and to which he did. He couldn't help but be rather embarrassed- he didn't want his first impression to be you meeting him having a meltdown.

" You okay? You seemed to be pink- and I mean you are literally pink right now. "

You had pointed out, your body faced towards him.

" I have some headache pills, don't know if they'll work on people turning pink though. "

Steven looked at you laughing at your own joke and he couldn't help but smile a bit to try and ease the tension. The pink glow seemed to fade away as he relaxed, he could seriously use that pill though, his head was basically killing him.

" I wouldn't mind it- if you have one and if I'm not going to waste it y'know? "

He couldn't help but ramble on, he was just rather nervous as he basked in your motherly aura. It felt so nice he just couldn't help but panic.

He watched you pull out your hand bag/back pack (idk) as you fished out that tinfoil pill holder thing?? Y'know and popped two out, - you held your hand out and he took it slowly, almost like he was scared of touching you.

" I don't bite, it's okay. Would you like water or juice with that? "

" Water will be fine, thank you.. "

Steven took the water bottle from you and he popped the medicine in his mouth and drank that water up.

" It's (y/n), nice to meet you Steven Universe. "

" You know my name? "

Steven couldn't help but stare at you in some sort of shock and confusion.

" Yeah I did my research before coming here, I heard all about you and there was some strange blog called "Keep Beach City weird" it was a real good read. "

So you were just a tourist, maybe you were on holiday or something and just chose Beach City at the worst possible time ever.

" So, where do you come from? "

He couldn't help but ask, he just seemed so intrigued with you. You went out of your way to help him.

" Oh I'm from state/overseas country, just out for a holiday. Needed to get away from the same routine and get out, showing the kids other places. "

You told him more about where you came from, he relaxed at the sound of your voice and the way you explained things with your hands to add more to your stories.

" Hey- sorry Steven-- (child name 2) stop chasing your older sister with the dead crab, do not make me come over there! "

You shouted at your kids and you were correct, it seemed the younger brother was chasing around their older sibling with what seemed like a dead crab, causing them to cry and squeal for them to stop.

" Sorry Steven, kids are a lot and they always have to get on each other's nerves. "

You replied and Steven just laughed nervously, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness when he saw the relationship between you and your kids.. What he would do to have just a moment like this with his mom to at least feel something like this.

" I know I shouldn't pry into anyone's business, but are you okay? "

Your voice snapped him out of his trance and he looked into your eyes.

" It's just-- really complicated at the moment. "

" You can always talk to me, I know nothing about your situation but it'll help to get it off your chest. It's not really good to bottle up your emotions. "

And that's when he just let everything out, he went on and on about every detail, every mission, every horrific thing and every good and bad memory and you listened to him.

He finished after finally catching you up on everything and he felt you holding his hand, he looked up into your eyes once more and he just froze.

" Listen Steven, Im sorry about what happened and no child should have gone through that. You've always been helping other people and putting yourself at risk but- when was the last time you did something for you-- yourself? Why don't you maybe just get away from everything and clear your head a bit? That's why we're here in the first place. "

Steven couldn't help but nod at your words, he had no words as your thumb stroked the top of his hand in a comforting way.

" Have you ever been to a therapist or someone you can talk to? I'd definitely recommend seeing someone to at least get a lot of things off your chest and they can maybe help with some coping skills for you, I know a few how could help. "

It felt like a rush of regret, maybe telling you wasn't the best idea- the thought of seeing a doctor again sort of terrified him after what happened with Connie's mom.

" You don't have to if you don't want to--! "

Steven watched you blurt out, you were really good at reading him but he just stayed silent and watched the waves crash against the sand, your kids building lopsided sandcastles and digging holes.

It was strange.

You let go of his hand and whisked out your phone, scrolling away until you turned to him.

" I'll be one call away if you ever need help with anything. "

Steven entered his number and watched as you smiled, it was strange how you two easily got along.

" I should probably get going. It was nice to meet you (y/n) and I'll definitely think about that call, alright? "

Steven laughed nervously and stood up, holding his hand out for a handshake but you pulled him into a quick embrace and sent him off.

Steven continued his walk, walking around town replaying that whole interaction over and over again. It was awfully strange to him that a complete stranger wanted to help him out that much, was he also like that when he was younger?

It was nice though.

Notes : I am a complete amateur at writing- English is also not my first language so I'm sorry if anything is wrong and I just wanted to say thank you for reading!! It really means a lot and any constructive criticism is welcomed!

[nosesitter]

God only knows

So helpful series part 2

1.7k words

| dark!joel miller

fun fact immediately when I posted the original part 2 I hated it! Maybe I’m too critical of my work 😔 but I’ve decided to give this a redo cause who doesn’t love a sequel. Quick shoutout to the 43 people who read the original part2. Got inspired to write this by listening to ‘God only knows’ by The Beach Boys.

⚠️:DARK!joel, breaking and entering(he’s back inside her apartment😭),right out the gate m!masturbation, PANTY SNIFFING, panty stealing again, mentions of f!oral but none happens, drug use(weed), Joel watches her from her closet, more m!masturbation(not sorry)

It’s the third time today Joel’s tugged at his cock. His hand working his red aching tip. He can’t possibly have anymore left in him to give your already came on underwear. Joel jerks his hand faster imagining you on your bed, hand between your legs, and his name on your lips. You’ve been home all day and so has Joel. Hearing your music playing from the other side of the wall, Joel doesn’t mind thought it reminds him that you’re still there, sauntering around your apartment in only a big t shirt and a pair of underwear just egging Joel on to jerk off some more. But he can’t anymore, at least not on your same pair of panties he’s had for a week now. Joel’s hands go for his phone opening the ring app to see you washing the dishes, hips swaying and head bopping to the music playing from your tv.

If you’re home, Joel’s home which means in the week since he’s broken in and had you here in his apartment he hasn’t left. He calls his brother, ignoring Tommy’s concerns, but mostly says he has to work from home, and to forward him any work on the computer that needs to be done while Joel sits at home writing his name on checks and jerking his cock. Joel’s hand lets go of his cock because even he knows he has nothing else to give. He heads to his bathroom and washes his hands, looking down at his red puffy tip he sighs and just wishes he could cure his addiction for you. Maybe if he just had a taste, a small crumb of you on his lips. He would wear your spent proudly on his beard hours after eating you out if you’d just let him.

The running water from you washing dishes stops, Joel comes rushing back to his phone that’s charging on his pillow. He sees you standing in the middle of the apartment looking around at all the cleaning you did. The whole place is spic and span. Joel could smell the floral cleaner from you mopping earlier through his air vent. He watches your bare feet walk across the living room and down the hall into your bedroom where you begin to strip down and head into the bathroom. You’re about to take a shower. Joel just can’t take it anymore, he sees the panties that you’ve been wearing all day sitting right on the floor in front of your bed. It’s now or never so Joel very quickly slips on his shorts and shirt and grabs the key to your apartment.

His phone held tight in his hand as he makes sure you’re still in the shower. He slowly slips the key inside the slot and unlocks the deadbolt. His eyes dart back at the phone for a second then back to the key moving to the bottom lock now. The door is unlocked all he has to do is open it. Joel’s only been nervous a couple times in his life. Once when Sarah’s mom told him she was pregnant, the second time when Sarah was born, and right now sneaking into your apartment while you’re still inside. He opens the door and slips in quick. He turns and slowly shuts the door, it clicks into place when it’s fully closed. The shower is still running, your music still playing, your singing echos from your bedroom bath and right into his ears. His feet take him down the hall, slowly working around the hardwood floor hoping it doesn’t creek. As he walks closer to your room his view of it opens more and he can see the panties sitting right there on the floor of your bed that’s directly in line with the bathroom door.

It’s a dangerous game he’s playing but he just can’t help himself. The smell of your vanilla shampoo overtakes his senses and for a small brief moment he thinks of walking right in that bathroom pulling back the curtain and seeing you there completely wet, suds everywhere on your body, absolutely vulnerable to him. The darker part of him subsides, for now as he just bends down and grabs what he came for. He takes the dainty pair of used pink panties and brings them to his nose. The savory scent of you fills his nose. A wet spot right on the crotch he can’t help but let his tongue dance over it. One hand slips down to his cup himself over his shorts, being careless he lets out an audible moan. The shower stops.

Joel quickly dashes to the closet right outside your bedroom. it holds towels and the water heater. Joel barely squeezes in before you come out the bathroom. Drops of water from your hair hitting the ground as your feet pat bare against the floor into the living room to turn off the tv. Joel’s forehead is pressed into the door watching you walk past the cracked open door. It’s getting hotter inside the closet. Joels big hand still holds you panties while the other holds the door barely closed. Coming back out from the bathroom, this time wrapped in a towel, to clean the floor of the water with your shirt you were wearing earlier.

“The fuck happened to my underwear?” She whispers to herself, Joel barely catches it. He sees you beginning to get dressed again this time putting shorts on. Hopefully you’re leaving so Joel can get out of here. You lean down and rummage through your bag on the floor for a few seconds before pulling out a little baggie of weed. She lets out a little giggle before sitting in the middle of her bed and grabbing a tray off her nightstand. She starts to grind up the weed and roll it into a joint. Good she’ll go outside Joel thinks to himself. He can feel the beads of sweat rolling down his back. Her phone starts to make different noises. The sounds of new videos starting as she scrolls through it.

He doesn’t think he can take anymore of this. He’s sweating bullets from you being right there and the water hearing right behind him. When you do finally get up from the bed Joel can hear the glass back door slide open and you stepping out then the door closing back. He practically falls out the closet feeling the air conditioner coat him, the beads of sweat starting to dry on his body. Your cat on your bed just staring at the strange man who just emerged from the closet. He hisses at him and starts to swat his paw at Joel. He gets the message, he needs to leave. Slowly he peaks his head around the corner to see you sat in a chair with your back towards the glass door.

Joel goes for the front door and grabs the knob but not before looking back at you. The clouds of smoke coming from you, the occasional cough coming from your lungs. Oh how he wants to just have you in his lap while the two of y’all smoke. Shotgunning the smoke from his mouth into yours, both of your lips barely touching as he blows it into your mouth. He shakes his head to escape the never ending thoughts of you and him to finally leave.

As Joel finally enters his apartment his back presses against the door as he slowly slides down it. What he did was careless and stupid and he should know better, but he doesn’t. His hand wipes the sweat from his brow and moves down to cup his raging erection. The absolute thrill he got from that was insane. He pulls his shorts over his cock and lets the band rest right under his balls he digs in his pocket past his phone for the pair of panties. He holds them to his nose and begins to stroke his cock. Using the small pearls of precum to work his tip. He sticks his tongue out, it lightly touches the cotton of her panties that hang over his nose.

God, Joel can’t wait for the day until he can get you on his face. He’d tie your hands to his headboard and get a spreader bar between your knees. He’d have you hanging right over his face for hours while his tongue works multiple orgasms from you. Pulling sweet moans then as the hours pass he’d get you begging him to stop. Until he’s licked you clean, until he knows for sure you have nothing else to give him. He grabs the panties from his face and wraps them around his cock feeling the elastic band of her panties getting tighter around him as he strangles his cock with them.

His hand jerks himself faster now he can feel the coil inside him getting red hot. A bubble forming in his throat as he tries to moan your name out. Joel’s eyes squeeze shut, the imagine of you bouncing in his lap is all he has playing behind closed eyes. His balls tense up and ropes of hot white cum come flying out of him and onto the panties. His hands tugs a couple more times before he can’t touch himself anymore. His thighs trembling under him as he just continues to sit on the floor. He moves forward, his back unsticking from the metal front door. He stands up but not before his knees could barely give out on him. Grabbing the kitchen counter he leans himself against it. He’s definitely feeling his age. The pent up adrenaline from hiding in your closet now subsiding.

Your panties fall from his lap, his cock is still out, and onto the floor as Joel bends down to retrieve them he can hear your front door open and close. You’re finally out of the house, maybe Joel can get some work done now that he has a new pair of your panties at his disposal.

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[stainedstardom]

Could you maybe do a fluffy one with Mindy

oh of course bae. anything with the girls is my favorite as of right now, I am taking a break from the ethan writing as many other people are writing for him and even though I love jack, the others deserve love too so here is my ode to mindy meeks martin and my love

FOREVER AND ALWAYS

mindy meeks martin x fem!reader

you sat with her in the backyard of your house, when you moved to new york, you moved in with your brother and even then, nothing changed. you and mindy had stayed together, you'd been together since everything had happened and it was nice to have someone

"so what movie is it tonight?" she asked as she brought out the blankets and the snacks. you did this every weekend, you would have a movie night in your backyard.

it would play on a white sheet and you would sit with each other, more cuddling or being on top of each other

"tonight it is the spiderwick chronicles" you told her and she laughed

"i forgot about that movie" she told you and you laughed

"i know me too but its such a good movie, i had to" you stated and you put the movie on the projector as it began to play and you both watched.

at some point, your legs landed on her lap and her hand held her shin as you stared at the screen.

"his mom deserved that lowkey" she stated and you laughed as you nudged her and shook your head

"definitely not, hes being an ass to her for no reason. also can i just say young freddy highmore was so cute" you told her and she gagged and then laughed making you laugh too

"i cant say i agree" she exclaimed

"oh shut up" you told her and she nudged you as you nudged her back and turned your attention back the screen

"i could stay here forever" she whispered into your ear making you turn your head to her and smiled

"and always?" you asked and she nodded as she leaned in and kissed you softly

"forever and always" she told you into the kiss making you both smile.

at least you would have each other forever and always

A/N: ow my heart, god im so single. also the spiderwick chronicles is so good and i recommend

[xdacted]

i think you were drunk (you spelled wedding wrong)

Paring: Reader x Carlos Sainz Jr.

Warnings: Hurt/no comfort, Fluff, Childhood love

Word Count: 5,807

Status: Complete

Inspired by: "Why'd you invite me to your wedding?" - Kevin Atwater

____________________

Carlos hadn’t seen the message until the next morning. 

A message from a number he thought forgot about him. For a moment, he wondered if it could be true. If it was real. 

“Hey! I’m sorry this is so out of the blue, I know it’s been a while. I hope you’re doing good, I watch your races so just know I’m always rooting for you. I miss being at the races with you, it was always so fun. I’m sorry it’s been so long. But I wanted to invite you to my weddign, which will be next month. I’ve sent an invitation to your family, I hope that’s alright. I wanted to invite you myself because I could not imagine that day without you. Let me know if you can make it, I know how busy you are. Love you.”

Then, right under it, is a smaller bubble that reads:

“Text me back if you can. I miss you.”

Carlos thinks he might be sick. He rereads the message, pulling his phone closer to his face. He can’t stop himself from whispering her name. It’s been years. This girl, his girl. His entire life, she’s been there, since he was little. They were fast friends, but, of course, to Carlos, it was more than that. 

To him, it was everything. 

__________

“Someone has a crush on Carlito!” 

Her brothers were running around them, stomping across the grass. She groaned at them, they had moved twice - each time prompted by them coming around to pick at their sister. Carlos liked to giggle at it, he and Blanca weren’t as rambunctious. 

Carlos knew that they liked to pick on her, but would always stop the moment she began to cry. She was their baby sister after all. 

“Shut up! I do not!” 

Her face was a violent red, the blush spreading up to her ears. She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest, and puffing her cheeks. Her brothers come to pull at her hair, pinching at her sides. She whines for them to leave her alone and Carlos can only giggle. 

He thinks about what they’ve said. A crush? On him? The thought alone makes his face go hot. That kind of thing, with moms and dads and kissing. He hadn’t given it much thought. 

Would it be so bad? Carlos didn’t think so. He thought that if he did have to marry anyone, he’d like it to be her. She liked racing and played golf with him.  

“Maybe Carlito has a crush on you!”

“Stop!”

Carlos looked down at his lap. Did he? He pulls at the skin of his fingertips, his head full of thoughts. He shakes his head, trying to laugh it away, “No way!” He says. 

It’s easier like that. 

When he looks over at her, she’s staring straight at him, a smile on her face. 

“We’re best friends!” She declares, glaring over at her brothers, “Right?”

“Right!” Friends. If she wanted to be friends, Carlos thought that was perfect. “Best friends.”

Because even friends could marry each other, right?

__________

He spent the morning staring at his phone. 

Carlos thought that perhaps it would go away, fade into nothingness, but it was still there, a blue bubble glaring right at him. He had spent hours rereading it, so much so that he was sure he could recite it from memory. 

‘I miss you.’

He squeezed his eyes shut. The memories of her were something that he kept away. Secret treasures that he held so close to his heart. Even after all these years, at just the simplest phrase, Carlos could feel his heart begin to pound. 

It was only her. 

It would only ever be her. 

Evidently, he recalls bitterly, he wasn’t it for her. Carlos has to stop himself from throwing the phone. Even in the darkness of his mind, he can see those words. He can hear her voice, reading them aloud. It makes him sick. 

He knew that they would meet again - he prayed for it - but never like this. It wasn’t fair. Almost cruel, he thinks, that he would be subject to loving her for the rest of his life. But, how beautiful it is to love her. 

He thinks of her smile. The smallest quirk of her lips, something so shy and tiny. It was only full with him, or at least, it was. His mind wanders to who she might be now. There’s a part of him that knows he could find out, the quickest search of her name would tell him everything.

But there’s a reason he hasn’t, he was afraid of seeing her happy without him. 

He couldn’t. 

Carlos sighed. 

His chest was heavy with emotion. There was a sea of them - anger, sadness, happiness, longing. He might just explode. Fall apart on his couch and just a mess of a man. 

They were so young then. Just kids. Carlos thinks of the irony, they used to sit and laugh at the thought of people getting married so young. Thinking that you could devote yourself to someone you hardly knew, he remembers how they thought it was so stupid. 

It isn’t as funny anymore. 

__________

When Carlos got the call from Red Bull he cried. 

His father had been pacing the room with him, talking about his chances and pondering on the season. But as soon as that phone rang, he was right at Carlos’ side, already pulling him into a hug as soon as he confirmed a date for contract negotiations. 

It was his time. 

His start was here and now. 

When he managed to calm himself down, he called her. 

She picked up and screeched in his ear when he broke the news. 

“OH MY GOD! CARLOS! YOU DID IT!”

He started to cry all over again, “...I know…”

“I’m coming over,” She said hurriedly, he could hear her bustling around the room. 

“Wait! You don’t have to -” She’d already hung up on him. 

He was waiting outside for her, fidgeting with the dirt around the steps of his house. The excitement was buzzing in his veins, he could still hardly believe it. She rode up only a few moments later, dropped her bike onto the lawn, and ran up to him. He caught her in a hug. 

Carlos couldn’t help the few tears that escaped him. His dream was finally happening. He would finally get the chance to be known as more than just the son of Carlos Sainz, he was going to make a name for himself. 

He couldn’t wait. 

When she pulled away, she was quick to seize his shoulders, “You did it!”

He could only smile, there was so much joy, he was bursting with it. 

“I’m so proud of you, Carlos,” She said, smiling up at him. 

He felt his face go red. She would never understand how much those words would mean. Everyone could hate him, everyone could be against him, but so long as she wasn’t, he could do anything. Since the very beginning, she had always been his biggest supporter. Every race she could go to, she was at. It got harder as he climbed the ranks, races were farther and farther. But it always seemed like she just knew. 

When he would come back she would insist on a very detailed account, getting angry with him when he left anything out. She claimed it made her feel like she was there. Carlos always just rolled his eyes, but he could never deny how much he loved it. To know that she wanted him to do well. 

It made every victory sweeter and every loss harder. 

Above all, he hated losing in front of her. To know that she was watching, to know that she could see him fail. He hated it. But she always said that even champions have bad seasons, it wasn’t untrue, but Carlos hated it nonetheless. 

They had moved to the steps of his house. Sitting beside one another, their knees touching, she bumped him with her shoulder. 

“So, you’re going to remember me when you’re rich and famous?”

He rolled his eyes, “I don’t know. I’ll probably be super busy being too cool.”

“You are not cool.”

“Whatever,” He shrugged, “Don’t come crying to me when I’m champion.”

“As if,” She shoved him, he caught himself on the step and turned to her. 

He began to laugh before hooking his arm around her neck, “Of course, I’ll remember you.”

‘I love you.’

“You’re my best friend.”

She looks up at him. Carlos thinks that there’s something that passes across her face, but then, it’s gone. She smiles a true smile. Wide and beautiful.

“Good.”

_________

His mother calls him on the way to a meeting. 

As much as he wishes he could just let the phone ring, he knows he can’t. 

As soon as he answers, she’s gushing in his ear, “Carlito, I can’t believe she’s getting married! How wonderful! She will be the most beautiful bride! The invitation is just gorgeous.”

He lets her speak, leaning back in his seat. It hurts to know that his mother is so excited. He always thought that she wanted him to marry her, that’s what she always said when he was a kid. Maybe everyone let it go but him. 

“Did you know about this?”

“No, Mama,” He lies. It’s awful, lying to her. He can’t try to explain his feelings now, there’s still a part of him that wishes they’d go away. Hoping to drown himself in whatever work Ferrari will give him. The pain burns and he just wants to breathe again. 

“We should send her something,” She adds, he can hear her moving around the house. He wonders if she has the invitation in his hand. 

He hums, trying to keep the anger from his voice. This wasn’t her problem and he wasn’t going to make it hers. She doesn’t need to know - even if she did, what would she do?

His mother seems to think for a moment, humming a mindless tune before saying, “You should send her something!”

Carlos nearly chokes. 

“What?”

“Yes!” Her voice is so bright, “You two were so close, why not send her something? A ‘congratulations’ of sorts. Yes, that would be nice.”

“Mama…” He begins, unsure of how to tell her, “I - I don’t know -”

“Carlos,” She warns. 

With a sigh, he just hums again, “I’ll look into it.”

“Good,” He can hear the excitement ramp up in her voice again, “Isn’t this just so beautiful?”

Carlos can’t respond. 

It isn’t. It makes him sick. The very thought of it makes him want to cry and scream. Anger burns within him, stomach twisting. He hates this. He hates it because he loves her. He loves her more than anything. 

“It is.”

__________

It was quiet, the summer sun dancing on their skin. A breeze pulling through the air, tall grass blades dancing. The smell of the garden roses drifting around them. 

Carlos’ heart was pounding, thudding against his ribs, nearly jumping into his throat. He tried to swallow the anxiety that nearly lept from him, but the nerves in his stomach made it impossible. He felt like he was choking. Just sitting beside her, so close, but so far. 

He could feel the heat of her hand, he yearned to touch her, to intertwine their fingers. It wouldn’t be wrong, they held hands a lot back then, but he wasn’t sure he could do it, afraid his heart would’ve exploded. 

“What is it?” She looked over at him, her eyes trying to pry the information out of him.

He tore his face away, fists clenching at his side. He was always so afraid to tell her. Just a boy terribly in love with a girl, but he could never bring himself to say it. When he tried the words would abandon him and he would just end up brushing it off. 

But there, in the silence of the garden, he knew there was no hiding it. Not when she was boring a hole into the side of his head. She stared right through him. He took his lip between his teeth, horrified at the thought of it all slipping out. 

She would hate him. If he ever dared to say something like that she would kill him, he was so sure. It’s funny to look at it now, but he just focused on the blades of grass beside him. The green was bright and strong, small weeds blooming within the folds of dirt. He reached over to pluck at a dancing flower, but his hand was caught. 

She grabbed him, fingers around his wrist. Her hold was hardly there, he could break free from it if he wanted. But he didn’t want to. He wanted to stay there with her. 

 He was sure that she could feel his racing heart, but she said nothing. Just bringing her hand up to rest in his palm. His stomach flipped, and he shut his eyes. 

This wasn’t like him. Carlos had never been a coward, but for her - and only her - he was reduced to nothing. He loved her, his feelings brimming inside him.

Any more and he was sure that he would come apart at the seams. 

“Carlos,” Her voice whispered. 

He cracked his eyes open, and she was there, leaning over to peer down at him. Her hair fell from her shoulders, so close that he could smell her shampoo. It was the same one she’d used since they were 6 - one her mother made. The scent was her and her alone. 

Carlos swallowed. 

She lowered herself closer. Carlos was sure his heart was so loud that she could hear it, surely she could. She smiled down at him, cocking her head to the side. 

“What are you thinking?”

He just shook his head, afraid to trust his voice. 

“Then?”

“‘Then’ what?”

“Why won’t you look at me?” A pout made its way on her face, jutting her lower lip out dramatically. 

He chuckled, trying to rein in his heart. But it was so difficult, her beautiful eyes looking down at him, the lines of her lips and nose and cheeks. He had memorized it all. He would know her no matter what, from the way she laughed, to the way she spoke, to the way she just breathed. 

Carlos loved her so much it hurt. 

‘I can’t,’ He didn’t say, ‘I love you too much.’

She didn’t say anything. Just smiling down at him. Carlos thought that just for a moment if even for a moment, something shifted in her eyes. A foreign look floats in them, dancing in the color and making them shine. 

It was odd. 

He wanted to know what that was, the smallest change. Silence pulled over them. 

The sun shined through the parts in her hair, falling onto his skin, a gentle stroke of warmth. The breeze carried the scent of the roses, and the grass below them swayed. Around them, the world seemed to slow. It was like the only person he could see was her. 

The only person that she could see was him. 

Lost somewhere in time, just two hearts dancing away in the summer. Nothing else would matter, just them, just at this moment. 

Carlos lost himself. 

He leaned up, closing the space between them, and kissed her. 

The softest thing, a barely there press of their lips. 

He hadn’t even realized he’d done it, pulling himself away as soon as he did. 

Neither of them said a thing. Just staring at the other with wide eyes. A pink blush dusted her cheeks, and that look in her eyes changed again. She drew in a sharp breath, and Carlos was sure he’d ruined everything.  

It was destroyed because of him. 

But he couldn’t even mutter out an apology. There was nothing to say, nothing to do. She moved away, rolling back to sit on the grass. Carlos felt like crying, bringing a forearm to cover his face. 

What an idiot. 

He felt the regret sit against his chest, so heavy he could hardly breathe. Why did he have to lose control of himself? They were supposed to be friends, but all he was doing was making it complicated. He was in love with her, she loved him - it was supposed to be enough. 

Carlos let out a deep sigh. He could hear the grass shifting beside him, he spared a look over and she was still there. She sat with her knees pulled up to her chest, tucking her chin on them, arms wrapped around her legs. 

When he opened his mouth to speak, she beat him to it, “I - I guess…I mean, I guess it would be lame if you went to Red Bull without having your first kiss, huh?

He shot up, “That’s - that’s not what this was! I - I’m sorry!”

She turned to face him, her face still bright red, but with a shy smile, “It’s ok.” 

He hadn’t realized that he reached for her hand, and she squeezed, “I didn’t mind. If I’m going to have my first kiss, at least it’s you.”

Carlos could only stare at her, mouth hanging open. 

This wasn’t what he thought. 

“Are you sure?”

She leaned against her knees, “Yeah. Isn’t that what friends are for?”

The word struck him deeper than it had any right to. But he couldn’t help the relief that flooded through him, “Yeah…yeah…of course.”

“It would be lame if I was the only F4 driver without a kiss.”

“Super lame.”

“Hey!”

She burst into laughter. Her laugh filled the garden and he was soon to join, throwing his head back. This was easy. Being like this with her was easy. 

“That means you would’ve been lame too.”

“Not as lame as you.”

“I’m super cool.”

“No, Carlos, you’re not.”

They never spoke of it again. 

__________

Carlos nearly has a heart attack when his phone buzzes in his pocket. But, upon further inspection, it’s only Blanca.

‘I talked to Mom,’ Her text says, ‘She told me what happened.’

He just stares at it. Pocketing his phone, he’ll answer it later. Too many texts have been sent to him today. Carlos contemplates running over his phone. Maybe that’ll shut everyone up.

His pocket buzzes again. And again. And again. 

With a groan he pulls it back out, scrolling through the messages. 

‘Answer me.’ 

‘CARLOS.’

‘Ok,’ Is all he sends back, ready to tuck it away once more, but there’s another text that pops up. 

‘Are you ok?’

For a moment, Carlos thinks about telling her. Though he never said a word about his feelings Blanca had this way of knowing. She called it a ‘sister thing’. Carlos just thought she was nosey.

‘Yes,’ he sends, following it with, ‘Why wouldn’t I be?’

The text bubbles appear and disappear, it’s not very fair. He knows. But there’s too much happening and he can’t - he just can’t. Tomorrow he will apologize, but today, he just needs a break. 

In one of her ‘sister thing’ moments, she only ends up sending. 

‘OK, I’m here if you need anything. I love you.’

Carlos can feel the lump in his throat and struggles to swallow it. 

‘I love you too.’

__________

She called him sobbing. 

It was nearly midnight, Carlos had just gotten back from a race. He’d fallen onto his bed, sighing into the night air, when the rang. He thought about letting it go, the rings growing louder in the silence of his room. 

Against himself, he reached over and answered. 

As soon as he did, he could hear her heaving breaths, the sound of her hiccuping cries. He shot up and pulled the phone closer. 

“What happened? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

There was no answer, just another broken sob. The slick sound of her sniffling, wet breath. 

“Please,” He whispered, already standing, “Please tell me what’s wrong. Carino, please.”

“W-Will you come o-over?” She managed.

He did. Shoved his feet into his shoes, pulled a shirt over his head, and stormed right out the door. It never crossed his mind to take a car - he just ran. Pushing his way through the gate and rounding the corner into the street. He could hardly see a thing, the moon clouded and fuzzy. 

But he ran to her. 

He was there faster than ever, crawling over the small fence to get to her backyard. The garden stood tall, and the roses nicked his ankle. But all he could think about was the light coming from the upstairs bedroom, a shadowy figure pacing across the curtains. 

He had half a mind to scream for her, but she peered through the curtains and he could see the relief spread across her face. The sight of her made his stomach drop, he nearly tripped over himself to climb the ledge. It was a path he’d taken countless times, jumping to grip the railing and hoisting himself up. As a kid, he used to need her help, but they weren’t kids anymore. 

And Carlos is sure he would’ve found a way. Nothing could’ve stopped him from reaching her. 

Dropping himself onto the wooden floor, he breathed her name, but she was already pushing herself into his arms. He felt her trembling against him, wet facing pressed into his shirt. He couldn’t have cared less. Wrapping his arms around her, he brought her closer. Claros dropped his head to whisper into her ear. 

“I’m here…shh…I’m right here.”

Where her arms were locked around him, she fisted at his shirt, the fabric bunched between her fingers. Her grip was so tight he worried it might rip, but how could he ever worry about that? She pulled away from him, just enough to look him in the eye. Her face was blotchy, cheeks wet with tears, eyes red-rimmed. 

But Carlos still thought she was beautiful. 

The heartbreak on her face made something crack within him. 

“W- What’s wrong? Please, tell-”

“My dad,” She gasped, sucking in a large fit of air, “It - it’s my dad…he’s dying, Carlos…”

The world seemed to go still. Her words hadn’t seemed real, and Carlos half expected her brothers to jump from the dark hallway and laugh. It wasn’t possible. Things like this weren’t supposed to happen to them. Things like this - losing people, losing friends, and family - happened to everyone else. 

But not them.

It seemed that the world had finally come caving in on their little bubble. It was shattering around him and all Carlos wanted to do was stop it. Carlos felt so cold, that he hadn’t even realized that he began to cry too. Silent tears rolled down his face before he could stop them. 

The pain was unbearable. 

But they held each other. There, on her porch, they stood crying. Falling apart and having the other to lean on. Carlos clung to her, afraid that the world would try to take her too. That it would get greedy. 

‘I’m sorry,’ He wanted to say, but he couldn’t. The words lost to him, stuck in his throat.

He prayed that she would know. That she would know his feelings, the way he needed her. The way he loved her.

“Stay,” She whispered to him, her words almost swallowed by her cries, “Please.”

‘I need you.’ Went unsaid, but Carlos heard it anyway. 

 “Always.”

‘I love you.’

__________

“Everything alright, mate?” Charles’ voice pulled him back to himself 

Carlos shakes his head, blinking a few times, eyes stinging, “Yeah..fine. Sorry.”

He looks up, Silvia glaring down at him. The P.R. briefing was never anything he truly listened to, but perhaps his disinterest had gotten far too obvious. 

“As I was saying,” She rolled her eyes, flipping the papers in her hand. 

Her words fell past him again, something about interviews and language. He could feel Charles’ eyes still on him. He was far too kind for his own good, sometimes that meant trying to understand things that he had no business knowing. 

The meeting rolled on, and when they were dismissed, Carlos tried to slip away, but he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. 

“Hey!” Charles hooked his arm around Carlos, “Everything alright?”

“Of course,” He tried to sell it with a smile.

Charles didn’t believe him, green eyes boring into his own. When Carlos looked away, Charles was quick to bid those around them goodbye and steer them to an empty conference room. 

Damn, empath.

“What is it?” Charles said, shutting the door behind him. 

Secrets had never been Carlos’ strong suit. He threw himself onto a chair, bringing his hands up to his face. He hadn’t spoken to anyone about the message and was unsure how to start. He was lost in the sea of his emotions, torn between his sadness and anger. 

He felt like an idiot. 

“Carlos?”

Charles sits across from him, concern written across his face. Carlos takes a deep breath, he steadies himself on his knees, resting his elbows on his legs. 

“There was this girl - we were friends when we were little,” Charles nods along, letting Carlos speak, “And earlier today, she texted me to tell me that she was getting married.”

“OK?”

Carlos looks over at Charles. He’s unsure of the face that he makes, but it seems to be enough for him to understand. His face falls and he puts his hands over his heart. 

“Mate, I - I’m so sorry.” 

Carlos waves him away. This isn’t his fault, and yet, it’s just like Charles to act as if it is, “I will be fine.” 

Charles is silent for a while, looking down at his hands. He’s fiddling with the rings on his fingers, eyes darting around the room. Carlos has known him for far too long, he could practically see the cogs turning. 

“What?”

Charles doesn’t answer right away, but when he does, there’s a look in his eye, “Do you still love her?”

Carlos takes a deep breath. There is only one answer, there has only ever been one answer. 

“Yes.”

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Her father died 4 months later. 

And she was gone two months later. 

Her mother couldn't take the pain of being alone in the house her husband built, so she left. All things packed, the house empty, they were gone. 

Carlos couldn’t even say bye. His negotiations with Red Bull ran longer than they were supposed to, when he threatened to walk out his father nearly smacked him. 

“This is the opportunity of a lifetime!”

“She’s my best friend - I love her!”

“There will be other girls, she is not the only -”

“Yes,” He nearly screeched, “She is! She is the only one!”

His father just stared at him, sharp eyes squinting. He would never understand and Carlos didn’t have the strength to make him. He called her instead. 

She picked up on the second ring. Neither one of them said a thing, but Carlos could feel her disappointment. It was his own. 

Eventually, he can bring himself to utter her name, trying to find the apology, but she beats him to it. 

“I’m going to miss you,” She says.

Carlos nearly cries. They’ve been apart, his racing often keeping them away from one another for months on end, but she has always been at him, waiting for him. 

“I wish you could stay.”

He was being selfish - he knows - but the fear of her leaving, going far away. Carlos thought he was dying. His chest was tight, breathing shallow. His mind was racing, trying to think of something to make her stay - anything. 

“I do too,” He could hear the faintest hint of a smile in her voice, “But I can’t.”

“I could…” He began. 

But there was nothing. There was nothing that he could’ve done. The decision was one that was far beyond both of them. Spain held so much sadness for her, and it would be wrong for Carlos to ever want to have kept her there. It wouldn’t have been right. 

Silence ballooned between them once more. They were just there, breathing with one another. There was so much Carlos wanted to say, so much he needed to say. His love felt like it was bursting from his chest, trying to force its way out. Carlos choked it back. 

This wasn’t the time. It wasn’t the right moment to - 

“I love you, Carlos.”

The words hit him and he nearly collapsed. He could imagine her face, hand curled tight around her phone, beautiful face red. His heart was pounding, blood rushing. 

All these years, all this time. He loved her in silence, but to know that she loved him. It made him feel like he was floating. 

“I -”

“Carlos!”

His father was standing right before him, eyebrows drawn tight together, “They are waiting!”

“I’m going, I just have to-”

“You should go, Carlos,” He heard, her voice thin. She was crying, he knew she was, “They’re waiting for you.”

“NO!” He demanded. This wasn’t how he’d say goodbye, he wanted to tell her. 

“Please, I just need to say something.”

Again, his father just stared at him. But there was something different, his eyes were softer. Carlos thought if even for a moment, he saw understanding. With a click of his tongue, his father turned away, “Five minutes.”

He breathed a sigh of relief. 

He took a deep breath, “I - I need you to know-”

“I already do know,” There was a slight laugh to her words, just the smallest thing. Before Carlos could say anything else, she kept going, “Go show them who you are, Carlos.”

“But I need to tell you that I -”

“I love you too,” Was all he heard before the dial tone. 

She was gone. Just like that. 

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Though Charles offers to take him out to treat his sorrows, Carlos declines. He watches as Charles’ smile falters, but he still pats Carlos on the shoulder. 

“Of course,” He says, turning to fish his keys from his pocket, “But if you change your mind, let me know. Okay?”

Carlos nods. He waves Charles away. When he’s alone in his hotel room, he collapses onto his bed. He slips his phone from his pocket. It opens and he’s face-to-face with her message. 

Carlos wanted to be angry. 

After years, this was the first thing she said. 

He could say something, call her. It wouldn’t be right, he can’t be the reason that she breaks someone’s heart. He can't be the reason that someone else has to live without her. What a terrible existence that is. 

It just makes no sense, to think that after all these years, she invites him to her wedding. Carlos always thought that once they made their way back to each other, they would marry. In all his dreams, she was his wife. To love her forever would make the distance worth it. 

She told him that day. She said that she loved him, Carlos couldn’t help but think that maybe she was just being nice, just telling him what he wanted to hear on the most important day of his life. Thinking that maybe he had taken it wrong.

“Love you.”

But she would never love him the way he loved her. Completely. From the first day he met her, bumping heads in class, to the day he lost her. He has always loved her. He can see her still, smiling and bright - like the stars. He can feel the summer breeze, the smell of their childhood. He can see the rosebuds right before they bloom, waiting with her as the rain comes and they get sick. He remembers going to all her Flamenco performances - acting like he really cared about dances and not just seeing her face light up when she saw him. 

There is no part of his life that he can look back on and not see her. She is everywhere. And Carlos knows that she always will be. 

‘Text me back if you can.’

He couldn't bring himself to say no but knew he’d die if he had to see her marry someone else. It would break her heart, he’s sure of it. He can almost picture the disappointment on her face. Carlos wishes he could be stronger, to just put on a brave front, but he can’t. He’s only human. 

He’s just a man hopelessly in love with a woman he can’t have. 

What a pitiful thing to be. 

Carlos looks down at his phone.

The words are searing. If he saw her, what would he even say? Would he be able to hold himself back? Keep himself from spilling his feelings? 

The answer is simple. 

He won’t. 

There is something small inside of Carlos’ mind that feels giddy, she still thinks of him. He was still important to her, she wanted him. She cared about him. She missed him. Maybe she still loved him. Maybe he could - 

He shakes the thoughts from his head. No. That was a lifetime ago, those feelings were alive when they were 16. Not now.

There’s only one question he thinks back to. 

Why?

After all these years of silence, why now? Why this? 

They were kids back then, but Carlos likes to think that even what they felt then wasn’t nothing. That’s the very problem. Nothing was the same. They weren’t the same, the world around them wasn’t the same - even if Carlos so desperately wished it was. 

The screen begins to fade, but he taps it. It lights up once more, illuminating in the darkness of the hotel room. 

She’s getting married and she wants him to come. 

She’s happy and in love. She’s moved on. Carlos thinks of her smile again. A crushing sense of finality passes over him. He hopes that whoever it is makes her smile, and makes her laugh. He hopes that they hold her when she cries, and catch her when she falls. 

He hopes that one day he’ll be able to look back on her without so much pain. 

Why? 

That question refuses to die, still floating around in his mind even as he tries to shake it away. 

He’ll never know why, but maybe it’s better that way. To keep her as who she is in his memory, to keep them as they were. Young and beautiful. That’s all. 

Her message will sit unanswered. He can’t. He won’t. 

Carlos whispers an apology, he hopes that it might reach her. That she’ll catch the drift of his words in the wind, maybe even forgive him. He lets himself think of her, wondering what she’ll wear, what her hair will look like. 

Beautiful. 

He’s sure. 

He just won’t be there to see it. 

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A/N:This work has been cross-posted on Wattpad and AO3. All are under the name XDACTED. Thank you for reading and feel free to request fics about any of the drivers <3

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Kate Bishop x Reader Not Who You Think I Am Part 7

"Take off the mask." It wasn't a command this time but a plea. Her bow still laid at her feet with her knees quaking, and her eyes blinking back tears.

Her words barely reached your ears but a gust of wind blew by carrying them to you. Along with the tone of disbelief in her voice as well. Kate was telling herself this was all just one big mistake, or better yet a nightmare. She took a hard fall somewhere between getting off the plane and heading home. You were hovering over her hospital bed right now with glistening eyes begging her to wake up. Because the reality of this situation wasn't something she could handle. Not when she just barely survived her own mother betraying her in so many ways. Not when her mother revealed her father was anything but the hero she remembered he was.

You were her person. Her safe place. Her peace.

She buried herself in your arms night after nighter shedding tears for putting her mom in jail, and every single night you had told she had done the right thing. Out of everything you were to her the most important thing was being her reassurance. But now her entire image of you was beyond destroyed as she watched. Her nemesis who she believed you needed protection from lifted the wolf mask revealing to her. The two of you were actually the same person, and you had been playing her from the start.

What else did you lie to her about? Had you been under Fisk's payroll this entire time? Why weren't you present at the events that went down during Christmas last year? Did Fisk keep you on standby so he could use you later on?

"Why?" was the only word Kate could utter in the moment before she broke. Her bow clattered to the ground along with the arrow. Her legs carried her backwards till she felt her back connect with wall next to the door. She braced herself against for support with her body left with no strength to keep her standing.

You were still positioned on the ledge with your mask sitting atop of your head. Tears cascading down your face at the sight of your beloved breaking down. "Katie please I need you to understand-"

"Understand what" she fired back cutting you back as her voice finally returned. Kate pushed off from the wall to stalk back towards you. "Understand that you have been lying to me this entire time, understand you hired your goons to kidnap Lucky to lure me in."

"That wasn't me I would never put you or Lucky in danger and you know that." You corrected her jabbing a finger at her. Anger crept into your voice as it became harder to keep the emotion at bay. Yet you couldn't help but be bothered at how easy it was for Kate to see nothing but the worst in you. Then again maybe you were foolish to put your faith in the girl who called the cops on her own mother without hearing her side of the story first.

Maybe you should just be grateful Kate was granting you that courtesy.

"Really because I can't tell y/n what do you think you're doing right now" Kate cried.

"I'm trying to tell you the truth but you won't listen."

"Oh please go on tell me the truth. Explain to me why you are working for a criminal like Wilson Fisk."

"I didn't have a choice Kate okay. It was either clean up the Tracksuits mess, or he was going to come after you. I did it to keep you safe and get him off my back for good."

Kate frowned and if it was even possible the feeling of betrayal increased tenfold. "What do you mean for good? How long have you been working with him?"

"I told on the joyride to find Lucky remember. I was born into this Katie I never really a choice. It was only because of my brother Wilson didn't come knocking on my door sooner."

"This is a family legacy type of thing there was no helping me." Kate was replaying every single word from the previous conservation she held with you. Back when you were just a stranger she low-key felt sorry for. All of those words held new meaning to her now. The two of you had grown up together sharing every little dirty secret with each other. She was supposed to know you better than anyone in her life, but just like her parents there was a dark side to you. She knew nothing about till now.

"Where is your brother now? Why did he stop protecting you?" She asked with venom in her voice. Of course she was projecting the blame on him now. Kate was spiraling trying to make sense of all this, and some way to justify your actions in her eyes.

"Kazi is dead" You told her with no emotion. Knowing the revelation would hurt her even more considering she knew your brother after facing off with him more than a few times.

Kate tried to keep her reaction in check and give nothing away, but her mouth opened for just a fraction of a second. Before closing as no words came to mind she knew Kazi had died during the showdown between her and Clint, but only because the Avenger was the one who told her.

Clint had discovered his dead body while trying to round up all the bad guys to make sure. The cops put all of them behind bars where they belonged. He didn't tell her rather or not it was one a misplaced or arrow that had killed him, or something else. She always believed Fisk had doubled back to punish his second in command for failing him, but now she know the crime lord still had use of him. Kate was on the verge of hyperventilate at the thought that her or Clint had caused your brother's death. When you spoke up again easing her mind.

"Maya killed him in self-defense he wanted her dead so he could take over the Tracksuits. She was supposed to die the same night her father and mine's did." You reassured her stepping off the ledge wanting nothing more than to go to her.

"Wait your dad died in a car accident" Kate whispered sounding unsure. She didn't what to believe now.

You shook your head. "That's what I told you to and how it was setup to look like. But Kazi orchestrated those hits on the behalf of Wilson Fisk."

"Y/N' she breathed your name with sympathetic eyes. The night she had came to you crying about putting her mother away. You were grieving the death of your brother.

"Its okay Kate I came to terms with Kazi's death years before it happened. I knew this life would put him in the grave sooner than later. Why do you think I spent most of my teenage years begging him to leave it behind with me?"

"Why didn't he?"

"He was sucked into all of this from day one and no matter what it costed him. Kazi believed this was a legacy worth fighting and dying more. I knew it was a curse the day it took our mother away from me." You said with a faraway look in your eyes. The memory forced its way from the deep dark depths of your subconscious fighting to the surface.

It had been years since you thought about that night when ten-year old you was lying in the bed fast asleep. Until a crash in the living room pulled you from your peaceful slumber.

The sound of breaking glass was followed by your mother's cries of pain mixed in with pleas for her children to be spared. You could make out a few words with the side of your face pressed to the door. Frozen in fear waiting for your big brother or father to come to rescue, in the moment you hadn't yet realized. All of this was happening to the later, and eventually Kazi did burst from his room with a baseball bat in hand.

You heard the sickening crunch of the aluminum bat connecting with a goon's knee knocking out of place. The man let out a cry of pain dropping to the floor to clutch his knee. Before you knew what you were doing adrenaline took over, and you yanked your door opened to rush onto the scene.

Another goon was too busy trying to wrestle the bat away from Kazi who held onto it for dear life. A bigger guy stood in the living room doorway with a shape so big. It blocked out the moonlight trying to peek through from the windows behind him. His focus was solely on your mother who was kneeling before him with her hands folded out in front of her.

No one seemed to notice your arrival till you grabbed the gun that fell from the crippled goon's hands. You pulled back on the mechanism just like your dad taught you reloading it. Everyone's eyes snapped in your direction as you trained the gun on the big man. Unable to make out his face hidden by his over-the-top hat, and the shadows of the night.

"Leave my mommy and brother alone" You ordered keeping the gun steady.

The other goon released his hold on the bat causing your brother to stumble back into the table. He recovered fast enough to put himself between you and the goon. When the man pulled a gun from his waistband to aim it at your head.

"Boss say the word and I'll light the little brats up" came the man's gruff voice.

"No" your mother shrieked pushing herself to her feet to run over throwing her arms around. Both of you into her tight and protective embrace. "Not them Fisk please you can take me but leave them be. I'll make them behave."

The big man named Fisk tilted his head to the side letting out a hmph sound. The goon's finger trembled on the trigger ready to pull it, and bring an end to all this.

"Leave the children be and bring the mother. We shall make an example out of her" Fisk ordered his man. His voice calm and unwavering despite the intensity of the situation. He talked like this was just another business meeting, and he hadn't come here to destroy a family tonight.

Kazi fought his way out of his mother's grip and tried to shield her away from the goon. But the bigger man just slammed the butt of his gun into his head. Your big brother froze for just a second as his body locked up, and the bat slipped from his fingers. A second later he toppled over onto the floor.

"Kazi" you cried attempting to raise the gun still in your grip again. But your mother forced your hands back down and brought a hand to caress your cheek.

"Babygirl I need you to put this down. Can you do that for me?" she asked softly.

You were able to make out her soft features, and the tears glistening her face. "Mom please don't go with them" you whispered covering her hand with yours.

"I have too sweetheart but its going to be okay. They're only taking me to your father. I promise it'll be okay but you have to stop fighting" she tried again.

Your mother never broke a promise so you didn't hesitate in tossing the gun aside. She told you to stay with Kazi and pressed lingering kisses all over both of your faces. Then you watched as she was escorted from the house by the abled goon and the crippled one limped his way out. Fisk was the last to leave the house throwing one last glance at you and Kazi.

It would be the last time you saw your mother alive.

"I know you thought my mom died of a sudden heart attack." You whispered as Kate regarded you with a mixture of pity and pain.

"Did my mom know about this?" She mustered up the courage to ask after a moment of silence.

You nodded. "Its why she was always so welcoming to me. She knew I wanted nothing to do with this life, and tried to give me a little bit of normalcy by hanging out with you all the time."

Kate found herself unable to be angry with all the secrets being brought to the light. Even though she had every right to be after all you knew a good portion of her life had been a lie, and you played a part in maintaining the lies. But then again her mother probably hadn't given you much of a choice. In the matter she wanted to ask but was afraid to her more.

"My father failed and my mother paid with her life. My brother failed and the torch was passed onto me."

"I get why you kept all this from me when we were kids y/n-"

You let out a premature sigh of relief believing this argument was over. She understood your reasons and didn't hate you. Until Kate threw out a hand stopping you from hugging her as you approached her.

"But we're not kids anymore and I'm not a child who needed you to protect me from the boogeyman. I'm an Avenger now who took down Fisk last year. You should've came to me for help instead of doing his dirty work. You're no better than my mom."

It was too much especially the her last comment. You exploded unable to hold back anymore.

"Are fucking serious right now? After everything I just told you how can you still believe any of this was a choice. You know what Katie you are a child" You shouted knocking her hand away.

"I'm a child" Kate repeated your words with a scoff. Although you could hear the agony in her voice that she was trying so hard to mask. It broke your heart to be the one causing it, but you went on.

"Yes Katie I don't care what you did last year Fisk could've snapped your neck in a blink of an eye. If he wanted too but he needed your mom's money. Fisk has been put behind bars twice, and he managed to manipulate his way out both times. Maya put a bullet in his head and somehow he's still standing. What do you think you can do that hasn't been done?"

"I would've figured something out" Kate argued.

"And your plan would've failed Kate the only way out for me was too give him what he wants. It was just a few jobs here and there no one even got hurt." You told her.

"Fisk is still a bad guy y/n who killed your mom, and was willing to kill mine. How can you defend him?"

"I'm not defending him. I'm trying to make you understand I couldn't lose anyone else to him especially you. Kate I fucking love you, and I'll burn down this entire city to keep you alive. Not a day goes by where I don't wish I didn't put an end to him that night he came for my mother.

"Y/N" Kate murmured your name finally letting herself reach out to grip your chin. Lifting your head to making you look in soft blue eyes which were filled with tears.

"I told Yelena you wouldn't get it because in your world everything is black and white. There's no room for a gray area."

"Yelena knew about you" she said raising an eyebrow. The gears in her head started to turn, and there was nothing you could do to come back from it. The little moment of peace was over as Kate frowned.

"Is she the reason we're even having this conservation?"

"She was going to tell you if I didn't come clean on my own" You confessed.

"So you were going to continue to run around and do Fisk's dirty work."

"I only have one job left."

Kate released her grip on your chin to clench her fists. "Have? You're still going to finish the job."

"Do you have a better idea?" You shot back matching her tone of anger.

"You're lucky I haven't called the cops yet" she blurted out turning around to put her back to you.

"Locking me up the way you did your mom" You said looking away.

"You told me that was the right call or did your forget?" she yelled whirling back around.

"I told you what you needed to hear Kate but you were wrong. Your mother wasn't the bad guy. If anybody was it was your father who died and left behind a trail of mistakes. Eleanor did her to clean up his mess and keep you safe."

"So what does that make me then?"

"A blinded hero" You answered.

Kate didn't reply right away dropping into a crouch with her hands tangled in her hair. Turmoil on her face as she tried to process your words while working double time to keep. The guilty thoughts away as you unlocked a door she closed a long time ago.

You contemplated making a run for it while Kate was stuck in her own head. But no part of you wanted to leave things like this between the two of you. You wanted clarity on where your relationship with her stood.

The silence was deafening as both of you waited for the other to say something, but neither of you knew what to say because thing were so broken. It was beyond repair and Kate couldn't deal with that right now. While you wanted to believe all of this was still salvageable.

"You have ten seconds."

You had been staring up the night sky counting the stars to pass time when she spoke, so her words didn't register with you right away. "What?"

"You got ten seconds to get out of my sight and I never want to see you again." Kate said with a bit more force this time. Her eyes wouldn't meet yours.

"What about us" You implored.

"I can't be with you anymore y/n not after this. I'm letting you go that's enough alright so just go please" Kate replied. There it was again agony in her voice but this time she didn't try to mask it.

"Katie please you're my light okay. I need you in my life" You begged covering the distance between the two of you with one stride. You placed both of your hands on either side of her face.

"Y/N no stop calling me that" Kate protested attempting to pull away. Until a arm was secured around her waist and then your lips were on hers in a breathtaking kiss. You poured all of your emotions, all the desperation, and pain into it. You needed her to understand and her lips molded with yours like the perfect fit they were. The two of you were meant to be for better or worse. Hero and villain, good and bad, light and darkness. Nothing was supposed to be able to come between the two of you. She had promised you that herself, and you wasn't going to let Wilson Fisk cost you another promise.

Kate finally gathered up the will to shove you away so hard you fell back on the ground. Her bow was back in her hand in a flash, and before you knew. She had an arrow notched trained right at your heart. "And you were the one person in my life who I thought wasn't broken and messed up. But it turns out it was all a lie."

Her words torn through you, and ripped your heart to shreds. You got back to your feet holding back sobs. But the tears fell again as you had lost count just how much crying was done tonight. Your hand move to your collarbone where the arrow with the heart charm rested. "Wow would you look at that foreshadowing."

You yanked the necklace off and threw it to her feet. "Gooddbye Kate." Those were your last words and you turned around to breakout into a swift run. Leaping from the ledge of the apartment building to the next one. Kate watched as you disappeared into the night taking her heart with you.

Not knowing you left yours behind with her.

A Week Later

Wilson blew up your phone with numerous of calls and text messages in the following days. He sent a few men over to the apartment you use to share with Kate, but they never made it. You intercepted them every single of time, and put an end to their lives. Until he finally got the message to stop sending them on the fourth time. When none of his guys returned back to him to report.

He resorted back to threatening calls which were ignored as you were busy plotting revenge.

"Please please I give don't" the robber pleaded holding up his arm. You dropped to one knee moving his hand aside to sock him in the nose. He groaned in pain as his head bounced off the concrete ground.

Your fist was drawn back for another shot when a baton attached to a metal wire wrapped around wrist and tightened. Till the point your hand went numb with blood circulation cut off. The person on the other end gave tugged hard pulling you away from the beaten and battered robber.

"You are one hard dude to find you know. I've been trying to get your attention for days."

You twisted your around as your body was dragged backwards deeper into the alley. Your legs were extended out catching your assailant in the chest. He absorbed the kick with ease due to his armored suit.

"So you beat a bunch of street thugs within an inch of their life"said the mysterious man. His identity concealed under a yellow horned mask, but strangely enough it was only covered the top half of his face.

"You got an update on the suit I see it doesn't really go with the whole Devil of Hell's Kitchen title." You commented observing his suit for every little detail.

"I go by Daredevil now" he said with a shrug.

"That's catchy and less of a mouthful I guess."

He began to unwrap the wire from around your wrist and once you were free. The baton snapped back into place with the other end. "What do you want with me?"

"Your help you and I share a common enemy. The name Wilson Fisk ring any bells?" You asked ready to judge his reaction.

He hid his facial expressions well but his body tensed up at the sound of his number one nemesis's name. "I actually do my best too stay off his radar these days. He's not my concern anymore."

You nodded in understanding. "I would back off too if a man like that uncovered my secret identity, but what happens you should know better. Matthew because believe Fisk still keeps tab on you and your friends. Foggy Nelson and Kare-"

Matthew Murdock didn't give you the chance to finish your sentence before bone-rushing you. Slamming your body into the brick wall pressing the side of your face with vicious intent.

"Keep her name out your mouth" he sneered right in your ear. He was so close you could feel his breath on your neck.

"Who are you?" He growled.

"Someone who wants Fisk dead just as much as you did a few years back, but unlike you I intend on going through with it." You said through gritted teeth.

"What does that have to do with me? I wasn't going to stand in your way."

"I know but others might and I need help keeping them off might back."

"Why would I do that? Its not my style" Matt argued but he stepped back letting you turn around to face him.

"Because you're tired of walking eggshells around your home careful not to step on his toes, and bring upon his wrath again. You want to go the bed at night without looking over your shoulder or your loved ones's."

Matthew reached up to pull his mask off revealing his entire face to you. His dark hair was a mess and his eyes were guarded. "What did Fisk take away from you."

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It's a snow day, so the most I've accomplished today is playing a video game, reading a book and shoveling. Happy Sunday, loves. 😊 hopefully this will tide you all over until Friday

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“Mom, dad,” she called their attention. “This is Eddie, he’s Bu-Evan’s partner.” 

She felt like she was sitting between two prey animals, offering up another in hopes that it would quell their aggression. Her parents had always been about keeping up appearances, they wouldn’t do anything too crazy with Chimney, Albert and Eddie there. It wasn’t like they had just her and Buck locked in a room. It wasn’t like she was facing them alone, head on, with her chin in the air. Take that attitude down a peg, Maddie, her mother would say, it’s not like we’ve ever hurt you. Not physically at least. Never intentionally. “Eddie.” Philip hummed and held out his hand for Eddie to shake with his own. “Is that short for something?” 

Maddie had a moment to think that Eddie wasn’t going to shake it at all. He merely stared at it, stared at her father, and then slowly reached up to grasp it with his own with an awfully polite and short, “I don’t see why that’s important.” 

Margaret’s eyes widened in what was either insult or delight. Maddie wanted to smack herself in the face. She should have told Eddie what to do and what not to do with them, the right things to say, the right ways to go about things. They were like sharks and Eddie had just bled in their water. “Well, a name’s a gift.” Margaret responded brightly, her arm reaching out to link with Buck’s and pull it tightly into her chest. He winced and rubbed at his birthmark (Maddie hadn’t seen that particular display of nerves since she had been in LA), sharing a look with her through his lashes. “Your parents gave it to you for a reason, you might as well use it.” 

“With all due respect, ma’am, I wouldn’t presume to know why my parents did anything.” It was funny, when Eddie had been angry with Maddie, he had been coldly blunt. He had still sounded like the Eddie Diaz she had first met in Buck’s old apartment, flirting with her brother with Christopher at the kitchen table. She forgot, sometimes, that he was from Texas at all - his accent wasn’t thick, and Eddie had manners but they weren’t the stereotypical Southern Charm manners her parents had taught her to expect. But, apparently, his accent came out when he was tense because it was more drawl than she had ever heard from him, particularly on the ma’am. 

“It’s, uhm,” Buck stammered. “He just goes by Eddie.” He finished lamely. 

Margaret let him go with a huff. “I just think it’s a little silly,” she laughed. “Imagine being so pressed about a name.” 

“Imagine.” The meaning wasn’t lost on Maddie, she was pretty sure it wasn’t lost on anyone and she didn’t know if Eddie was being intentionally confrontational or if he was doing it just because he would have responded the same in any manner to anyone trying to pry information out of him. She had never considered him a particularly forthcoming man, but he apparently had never bothered to keep her out to the degree he was holding her parents away from him. 

Eddie was playing a game he wasn't going to win and Maddie didn't have the breath in her lungs anymore to warn him. Their father smiled like a shark, all teeth. “I see your son isn't with you. How did the custody case rule?” 

Eddie froze, his smile a crack against his face. Maddie could hear ringing loud in her ears. Buck breathed in a deliberately slow breath and Chimney blinked, shocked, at the implication in Philip’s tone. “Chris is at a friend's house tonight.” Buck supplied seamlessly when it became obvious that Eddie couldn't answer. Wouldn't answer. Maddie wasn't sure. “We made plans for him before we knew you were coming.” He rubbed at the back of his neck. “Sorry.” He tacked on unhelpfully to the end in a mumble. 

[sapphosclown]

It’s How Guys Talk

Cynthia is a virgin and a lesbian and lives in the 1950s. For better or worse, she decides Gil is her best bet for advice.

aka cynthia goes to big brother gil for a sex talk

This is not smut, they are simply talking about their feelings. Also Cynthia and Lydia are out to their inner circles.

———

Things were going good. Too good. Good enough that Cynthia was starting to understand that feeling Jane had talked about, waiting for a bomb to drop.

It’s been easier than she imagined, being with Lydia. During rehearsals they’d find ways to hold hands without making a scene about it, Floyd and Arthur would help hide it as well. Not that they thought the rest of the thespians would care, but they were afraid of chatter.

They’d go to the drive in, they’d meet up on the concessions roof and “watch” the movie from there. It’s surprisingly easy access and also weirdly private. They’d hangout on weekends. Sometimes weeknights when Cynthia’s dad gets stuck at the shop and Lydia’s parents think they have homework or rehearsing to do.

Getting alone time, weirdly, was not the problem.

It was easy being around Lydia. She laughed at her jokes, when she didn’t laugh she’s roll her eyes and Cynthia would bug her until she finally gave in and laughed at the dumb joke. Lydia would help Cynthia with her english homework, Cynthia would run lines with Lydia.

They would tell stories, secrets. Tell each other about their pasts. One night at the drive in, the movie playing was one Cynthia’s mom had liked. Lydia saw she had been acting weird about it, and to both their surprise Cynthia had opened up about it. Cynthia really hates vulnerability, but with Lydia, it wasn’t so scary.

So simply being with each other, also not the problem.

Eventually, all that other stuff ends up the same way. If Lydia is doing her homework, she’s not giving Cynthia attention. So, Cynthia will, very maturely, steal something from Lydia. Which, she will not return until she receives a kiss. And who’s Lydia to say no, she needs her pencils after all.

Rehearsing is always easier when fully committed as they both know, so they’re sure not to skip over any kisses. And sometimes they forget to go back to the play. Most of the time.

Cynthia could kiss Lydia forever, whenever. She’s got her trapped under a spell and she doesn’t even care. She’s a lovesick puppy and that’s fine by her.

So kissing, in itself, is not the problem.

No, the problem is that kissing is so good, and it has recently become… intense. Their contact becoming closer, their hands wandering further, and their layers getting less and less. And it’s all so good.

But Cynthia always stops.

She doesn’t want to. She really, really doesn’t want to. But eventually the intensity becomes overwhelming and she just, full stops. She gets lost after some point and doesn’t want to mess anything up. So Lydia goes home, and Cynthia lays in her bed kicking herself.

Lydia is always nice about it, but Cynthia can’t help but feel like she’s disappointing her. If she’s honest, she’s disappointing herself.

She doesn’t want to mess it up. It’s not like they give much sex ed about straight relationships, and there’s definitely nothing to help out a gay virgin. At least straight people have something to work with to figure it all out. For her, it felt hopeless.

But she had to do something, she was starting to go a little crazy. So, she called the only person she could think of.

***

“I want to have sex.”

“Jesus, Cynthia, my ears.” Gil cringed from behind the wheel of his car. Cynthia had called him up out of nowhere and said it was urgent. So, he got there as quick as he could. However, those were not the first words he wanted to hear when she hopped into the passenger seat.

“No, Gil, seriously, I need your help.”

“I’m not having sex with you Cynthia.”

“Ew, gross! Not with you, dumbass.” Cynthia hit him in the arm. “With Lydia. Obviously.”

“Okay? Then do it I don’t know what you want from me.” Gil held his arm where she had punched him and he watched her expression soften.

“It’s not that easy.” She said as she sat back in the seat and crossed her arms.

“What do you mean?” He shifted to face her more. She just looked out the windows for a second.

“You know what, this was stupid. I’m sorry—” She opened the door and started to leave but Gil pulled her back inside.

“Hey, kid, look I’m sorry, ok? What’s up, you can talk to me.”

Cynthia looked at him and sighed. She could tell her face was starting to get red but she hoped he would assume it’s from the heat.

“Things with Lydia have been good, great even. It’s just… Things have been starting to feel more… Intense. And it’s a good intense, don’t get me wrong,” They both chuckled. “But I feel like we’re wanting to go further but I just don’t know… how.”

Gil was looking at her and any awkwardness he was feeling he was hiding very well, which Cynthia appreciated because she knew she was not doing so herself.

“Cynth, I wanna help you, I do, but it’s different for you.”

“I know!” She covered her face with her hands. “I know that. And I know I tease but you know more about handling women than I do. You’re my best bet right now.”

He chewed the inside of his cheek as he thought it over. “Okay. How far have you gotten.”

Cynthia glanced at him and then shy’d back to the window. “Second.” She said, trying to suppress a smile. Gil chuckled and ruffled her hair.

“Not bad kid, not bad.”

She shooed him off of her and started fixing her bangs. “Yeah yeah, but what do we do after?”

“Well, you’ve got to keep it casual. You can’t put too much expectation into it or else it’s gonna fall flat. And you’ve got to make sure she’s okay with everything going forward. Hey,” He looked Cynthia in the eyes. “I’m serious about that. You make sure you’re both comfortable and if not you stop. You understand?” He pointed at her, she nodded. “Out loud.”

“I understand.”

“Okay. From there, you might not like this answer but, you’ve really just got to feel it out.” Cynthia groaned. “I know, but your body will know what it wants, and if you’re talking to each other, you’ll know what she wants.”

Cynthia sat with that idea for a minute. She knew she wanted more. She could imagine what that might entail, but there were so many what if’s, so many unknowns. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to risk it.

“What if I do it wrong.” She says quietly.

“I’m not gonna lie to you kid, you might.” He sighs. “You’ll probably be a little nervous, it will more likely than not be awkward,”

“You’re not building my confidence.”

“But. You guys have been together for long enough now, all of that is part of the magic. You mess up and then you guys laugh it off and try again. And, you can change your mind and stop at any point. It feels like a big deal, and I’m not saying it’s not, but don’t stress about it.”

Cynthia breathed out a laugh. “Thanks Gilliam.” She punched him in the arm again, playful this time.

“Don’t sweat it. It’s what guys do.”

She smiled at that. “Any other tips and tricks?”

Gil pondered for a moment. “A little teasing never hurts.” He says looking out at the road, a smirk forming. Cynthia nodded, trying to hide the awkwardness she’s feeling. He continued, “And you know… foreplay is—“

“Ew, gross, never mind don’t tell me I don’t wanna know.” She shut down and refused to look at him.

“I would say use protection but I don’t really know how you’d,”

“Ugh, Gil I said gross.” Cynthia shuddered as she opened the car door and got out.

“You’re welcome!” Gil shouted as she left, chuckling to himself.

***

Cynthia’s dad is working late. She knows he won’t be home for a while. So, she invites Lydia over. Currently, they’re both in her room. This is cool. Cool cool cool.

“So, what are your plans for the—“ Lydia starts but is quickly cut off my Cynthia practically pouncing on her and starting a passionate kiss. They eventually break apart and Lydia mutters quickly, “I can get on board with this.” They both chuckle and return back to each other.

It was heated and a little sloppy and desperate and fun, god was it fun. Cynthia could feel all her thoughts and anxieties welling in her head but she suppressed them as far as she could and just kept kissing and kissing and kissing.

She eventually found the courage to move her kisses from Lydia’s lips down to her jaw, then her neck, then her collarbone.

“Cynthia?” She heard Lydia’s voice but it sounded far away. “Hey, Cynth,” She felt Lydia’s hands gently pulling her face back to eye level.

“Why’d you stop? Did I do something wrong?” Cynthia asked.

“No, no not at all you were… It was very nice.” She giggled. “I just, wanted to check on you.” She said it calmly. A glint in her eye telling Cynthia she knows something.

“Yeah, no yeah I’m good I’m ready to go if you are.” She leaned in for another kiss but Lydia pulled back.

“Cyn.” She stroked her cheekbone with her thumb. “Talk to me.”

Cynthia looked at her girlfriend and sighed as she rolled off to the side of her and sat criss-crossed on her bed.

“Things have been going so good. I really really like being with you in ways I can’t even explain with words. And I really like kissing you. Like, so much.” Lydia smiled at that. “I just, when things start to get heated… I don’t know I panic. It’s not that I don’t want to do other things with you obviously, it’s just… scary.” Cynthia’s voice was small, she kept her gaze focused on the piece of her comforter she was picking at.

She watched as Lydia’s hand took her fidgety one and looked up to meet her eyes. “It’s scary for me too.” She said.

“It is?” Cynthia breathed.

“Yes! It’s scary to be intimate like that, and I’ve never done it before with anyone, so I don’t know what I’m doing either.”

“Oh my god.” Cynthia let out a sigh and rested her head on Lydia’s shoulder as the other girl laughed. “I was so worried I’d mess something up and you’d think I was terrible at sex and break up with me.”

“I would never.” Lydia chuckled. Cynthia giggled along side her.

They sat like that for a moment. Letting the comfortable silence wash over them as Cynthia embraced the comfort of the crook of Lydia’s neck. It was nice. She liked this.

“Hey,” Lydia broke their silence and turned her head to Cynthia, using her finger to gently guide her face up from her shoulder. “Let’s take it slow, alright? We’re not in a rush. Whatever happens, happens. Okay?”

Cynthia nodded. “Okay.”

“Okay.”

They both smiled into another kiss. This one soft and tender. A signature to the deal they’ve just made. Sweet.

Lydia pulled away first, leaving Cynthia chasing after her. “Why don’t we watch TV.” Lydia whispered, scanning Cynthia’s face before getting up from the bed and heading to the living room. Cynthia watched in awe after her girlfriend as she walked away. Turns out Gil was right, a little teasing didn’t hurt.

———

a/n: Gil and Cynthia friendship is actually so important to me they are so siblings. Our sweet thesbians don’t know a thing about sex but I’m sure they figure it out one day, not today though. They do make out practically the entire time they’re watching tv though. Cynthia does stop to sing along to the Ipana commercial and Lydia calls her dumb but let’s her finish.

ps if you read all the way through this you should check out this edit i made of them bc i really like it and would like if it got some more love that’s all thank you for reading <3

[moonlightazriel]

Family habits /// A Elucien Fic

Summary: Lucien introduces Elain to his favorite solstice tradition.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 931

Notes: HEHEHEHEH guess who decided to write a Elucien gift just for you? This fic is a tiny Christmas gift for @fieldofdaisiies, it’s the least I can do for her after all she helped me go through. She is such a good friend, I love her really much. Everyone should have a friend like her. I really hope you like it.

Main Masterlist

The art used here do not belong to me, it belongs to Meabhd but I couldn’t find their social media to tag.

Solstice morning came, bringing a chill to Lucien’s spine. He got out of bed, on the tip of his toes as he walked to the kitchen, slowly pulling out the ingredients to prepare a chamomile tea and some pancakes. Elain’s favourite breakfast.

The sweet scent filled her nostrils, making her scrunch her eyebrows together as she opened her eyes. Lucien wasn’t in the room, so she followed the scent, finding her mate shirtless pacing around in the kitchen. Flipping pancakes and pouring tea on her mug.

“Good morning, handsome.” She greeted, making him turn to her, a few loose strands escaping the low bun he had made to keep his hair out of his eyes. He smiled at her.

“Morning, my sunflower.” He placed the mug and the pancakes in front of her, she happily sipped, moaning in delight.

“What are the plans for today?” She asked as Lucien sat in front of her, eating his own breakfast.

“I can’t tell yet, but dress warmly.” He winked, making the bubble with excitement and curiosity.

An hour later Elain was getting her gloves, a knitted hat gifted by his mom covering her head, a scarf matching her brown coat, cotton pants and high boots.

“You look beautiful, my love.” He greeted, wearing pretty much the same clothes as her, but his hands held a ribbon. “Now turn around.” He demanded.

Elain happily did so, the soft ribbon and his warm fingers brushed the sides of her face, and she felt herself go blind, the ribbon obstructing her vision.

“Now we are ready to go.” He whispered in her ear, grabbing her hand and winnowing away.

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

Cold, that was the only thing she could tell about the place they were, winds roared, whipping her hair around, but she trusted him, trusted him with all she had. But curiosity was bigger than trust, forcing her to try and peek just a little.

She didn’t have to wait much longer as Lucien removed the ribbon, and she let the light set in. They were in a valley between snow covered mountains. Standing on the shore of a frozen lake, only the two of them were there. The place was beautiful.

“When I was a kid, solstice mornings meant sneaking out to Winter Court.” He reached for the bag she didn’t notice he was carrying. “Eris would get all of us here, so we could spend the morning together, without Beron’s grip on our throats.”

Lucien pulled out two pairs of ice skates, Elain looked at it even more curious than before.

“He taught us how to do it, it was our moment of freedom and happiness. Where my brothers could be themselves, without having to pretend.” He extended her hand, kneeling in front of her as she sat on a log, removing her boots. He helped her get into the ice skates, tying it for her.

He sat by her side, tying his own pairs, Elain was nervous, she never done that before but she wanted to try, it felt like a beautiful tradition.

“After playing for hours, he would sit us here, and we would share the cinnamon rolls he stole from the kitchen, and drink hot coffee.” Lucien got up, slowly sliding along the lake.

He moved graciously, a leaf going with the wind, he looked beautiful. His red hair flying behind him as he moved with his arms open, eyes closed and a small smile on his lips. Memories flooded his head and he let himself sink on them for a bit.

His eye opened, and he saw Elain watching him. He slid close to her, extending her arms for her. Elain slowly grabs, trying to get up on uncertain legs. Her whole body was shaking with both excitement and anxiety, afraid of falling.

“Please, Lucien. Don’t let me fall.” She begged as they went further closer to the center of the lake.

“I will never let you fall.” His voice was serious and Elain smiled happily, he never once let her fall, and he wasn’t about to start doing it now.

They soared over that lake, sliding around to the sound of the wind, Elain felt her heart swell with happiness, Lucien sharing his childhood with her meant a lot. Once she felt confident enough, she started to go on her own, but he always went close to her.

Hours passed by, and she loved every second of it. Lucien guided her back to the shore, and they sat there, watching nature and sharing cinnamon rolls and a mug of coffee.

“I can’t wait to share this with our children one day.” He blurted and she blushed, the thought of having kids with him always made her all red and giggly.

“I’m sure they will love it.” She reassured him. “I did.”

“You did?” He leaned closer to her.

“Thank you for sharing this with me.” She leaned more, closing the gap, his lips tasted like icing and coffee beans.

“Maybe we can do that again? Same time next year?” He suggested with a tint of hope lacing his features.

“Maybe we should invite your brothers, it’s a beautiful tradition to have, you should keep doing it.” He smiled at her.

“My beautiful mate, always with the best ideas. I love you so much.” He squeezed her hand.

“I love you even more, my sunshine.” She replied and Lucien blushed at the nickname. “Can we go again?” She inquired.

“The whole day, if you want to.” He got up, pulling her with him and going back to the lake.

[softtcurse]

Star girl - I

* This fic contains mentions of death, adultery, and 18- + content, please do not interact or read if you are not 18+ *

I had a vision

A vision of my nails in the kitchen

Scratchin' counter tops, I was screamin'

My back arched like a cat

My position couldn't stop, you were hittin'

And I shouldn't cry, but I love it, Starboy

Growing up you never had a good relationship with your family. Your mom was never home, not that she cared to even begin with, but as a mother you’d hope for some time of motherly instinct from her that you never received. Your dad, was to be short for words a piece of shit. His malice didn’t go unnoticed, not even by your newly moved in neighbors the Harlow’s. Having only a younger brother that at the time was only about 8 years old you always vowed to protect him with your life.

“Hi, I’m jack”

“Hi, I’m jack”

“Hi, I’m jack”

You stared at him like he had two heads. Of course you’d watched him come down once he saw you, an older woman who you presumed was his mom had whispered something on his ear and offered you an equally polite smile.

Your little brother, Xander playing by your feet with some chalk that you had found in the garage for him to

keep himself occupied. Your miserable dad somewhere in the house throwing a fit because of a lost tie he couldn’t find.

You didn’t really care about him.

“I’m Y/N” You nodded at him, with a slanted smile and some heat was creeping up at your cheeks.

“I moved in next door with my parents and my little brother”

“Yeah? You come from somewhere else in the city?”

“Nah, we’re from here we just moved back from spending a year with our grandma”

“Oh, that’s nice of you”

Jack shrugged and nodded. “I lived here before, that’s our house. I’ve never seen you around. You new here or something?” He had quizzed you. Looking down at Xander who looked at him quizzically as to assess the situation and make sure you were okay. Something he’d become very good at living in the household you both did.

“My mom and dad moved us both here 3 months ago” You responded. Looking down at your feet, truth was you never really wanted to move far from your grandma’s house. But you really didn’t have a say.

“Well I gotta go put some things up” He raised the box that was in his hands. “But I’ll talk to you later! It was nice to meet you YN!” Jack smiled and waved his hand, as well as to your little brother. You felt butterflies swarm your stomach, and you didn’t know why. Something about the way he spoke to you, looked at you, and listened to you as if you were about to fall into the ground made you develop a liking towards him that very day. And it would continue for ever.

///

“Hey jack?“ You mumbled while pulling a piece of strawberry scone into your mouth and chewing it slowly. Your graduation cap absentmindedly tossed to the side on the itchy grass while you both shared some treats Jack’s mom had baked you from your graduation party. Maggie had thrown the both of you a party, she always included you in everything her family did. Which you were forever in debt to her for that. Your little brother was treated as an equal and to her you were both part of her family. Some nights you would stay up crying amd wishing that in another lifetime you had people like her and Jack’s dad. That actually gave a fuck about you. You stayed up nights cursing the universe and asking what you could have possibly done in your past life that granted you shitty parents.

18 years old and freshly graduated you didn’t know what life held for you, and truthfully you were scared. Jack seemed to already know where he was heading in his career, and you were all for it. Rapping had always been a big part of his life and he always told you that if it wasn’t for you helping him hand out hard copies to your fellow classmates he would probably be working at Burger King for the rest of his life.

“Yeah babe?” He replied to you. Opening a Gatorade and handing it to you.

“What am I going to do when you leave?” His plans for Atlanta didnt go unheard of by you. His promises of taking care of you weren’t empty and you knew that. He meant to kept his promise to take care of you whenever he made it big. To make sure you would never have to work a day in your life, and you loved him for that. Didn’t mean you weren’t any less scared.

“What do you mean?“

“I mean you’re going leave to Atlanta with Urb and I can’t wait to see you sign with someone and work ever harder on your music but…I don’t know I guess it’s just me being selfish because I won’t have you here anymore”

“Who said you won’t have me?” Jack looked at you with a confused look on his face. Met with your same one.

“You’re leaving Jackman”

“Who said it was going to be without you though?”

You placed your scone down on your lap which a paper plate sat there as well. “You’re talking crazy”

“Hmmm I don’t think so” Jack laughed and turned to better sit in front of you. “I’m not leaving you here, I would never do that to you” Sighing and rubbing his head, not out of frustration but out of stress relief that his plan was finally going to be revealed to you. About time.

“So- I’m going with you?” Your voice cracked and you looked at him hopefully. If this was some sick joke on his part you would kick him in his ribs and leave him there.

“Yes babe, you’re coming with me” Your bestfriend smiled. Grabbing your hands and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “I saved up some extra money last summer and this year so it would be a little easier for us before we can find some jobs. It’ll have to be sooner once we get there but Urb has some interviews set up for some restaurants up in the colleges.”

You had hugged him that night, pecked his lips multiple times and squealed with happiness. Your tears held back only because you knew you were leaving your shit family and leaving with someone who was your family. Jack and Urban.

That night you packed your things to get them ready for the next following week. Both your bags, and a little picture of your younger brother, as well as a necklace containing his ashes that your grandma had made for you. It hit you hard that night when you sat on his side of the room. Kissing his little stuffed lion and hugging it close to your chest. Whispering to him how much you missed him and how you would never forget him as your parents had. His stuffed lion wasn’t left behind either.

///

2022 was a great year for Jack so far. His new album ‘Come Home the Kids Miss You’ had been released early May and featured some of the most predominant names in the industry, and it helped that Jack’s remake of Fergie’s ‘First Class’ had been a hit as well. You couldn’t have been more proud of him. He accomplished so much in 5 years and you were so happy to be witness to everything. There was still more to come, Jack always wanted more and there was still so much left to do.

Your eyes closed and his hands felt like pure alleviation from the outside world. He was your everything, not only because he provided for you, but because of the way he was willing to ensure that you were taken care of in all aspects. You had a penthouse in Atlanta, fully furnished to your own design. Designer clothes adorning your closet fully, and a large following due to your affiliation with Jack, keeping brands wanting to make you an ambassador of their brands. Even through all of that, keeping his promise after being married to his wife Cece for 2 years. She was stupid, naive even, and you always fought the urge to laugh at her when she was around. You didn’t necessarily hate her, she hadn’t done anything to you. But you were fond of her either.

She had crept her way into your life, into Jack’s life in 2020. Grasped her French tipped nails into his heart and taken him. Once you were given news they would be married by Jack himself, he had soft eyes to you. Almost apologetic, but his heart was his. You knew he wouldn’t leave you behind. Still even after meeting her mad marrying her. Jack still maintained the relationship you both had. Which was much more than a close friendship.

“I missed you so much” You let your breath fan over his lips. His hips thrusting against yours. A single arm on the back of his head with droopy and heavy eyes with lust as he watched you bounce on him. Taking what was yours. Ignoring the shine of his wedding band. Everytime you seemed to look at it a sour expression was left on your face. But soon gone as Jack assured you of anything else you had on your mind that wasn’t him. Your clothes laying around somewhere on the hotel room floor. Your hair falling from its bun. It only had been a few weeks since you’d seen him, but it was a few weeks too long.

“I missed you too baby, s’been too long” Jack slurred. His teeth clenching when you started swirling your hips. A hand pressed on his chest and your lip tucked in between your teeth. You could almost feel your release edging closer and closer, even then when Jack brought a hand down to play with your swollen clit. Your legs started to tense up and your eyes watered at the immense pleasure you were receiving. An orgasm with his mouth, an orgasm with his fingers and now on your third orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum” You whimpered to him. Swollen lips tracing his neck. You heard a gasp escape his lips and his thrusts became sloppy, signaling that he was close too.

“Come for me mama, come for me and tell this fucking floor who you belong to” Jack growled into your ear. His hand sliding up and squeezed your breasts. Your sensitive nipple only stimulating your orgasm.

You felt his release coat your walls. Your legs shaking and soon you followed behind him. A moan caught in your throat and your head back. “Fuck! Jack!”” You cried and started giggling tiredly. He playfully laid a smack to your ass and leaned up to kiss you. His tongue crept into your mouth and you returned the favor. Your hands running down his chest and his curls as well. You felt like home, seeing him again felt like you were able to relieve some air. You didn’t feel like you were clingy. When he needed to leave you entertained yourself and didn’t sulk. Sure you were dad but it was never on some obsessed shit.

“What time is it?” Jack asked. His hand rubbing your back softly. You reached blindly for your phone, still on top of him. His come still inside of you, it was a good thing you were on birth control or else it would’ve been an issue. Not that you would personally mind, but you weren’t going to plant a baby on a man. Even if it was Jack. You couldn’t even handle a child at the moment. Life was too fast paced.

“Mmm 4:30”

“Shit” You felt Jack shift from above you.

“Studio time?”

“Mhm” He laughed. “I gotta go after I shower or else they’ll kill me.”

You moved away from on top of him. Wrapping the covers around you nude body. Hickies adorned your beck, you could feel the pressure of them. Not that you really cared but you would cover them up for Cece’s sake. You wouldn’t want to give the poor girl a heart attack. She never suspected a thing from you and Jack. But you knew very well there was still some envy and jealousy from you being an important figure in Jack’s life, and you also knew it ate her up inside that Jack still hadn’t announced to the world that he was married. His fans assumed it was you who he would end up with.

And they wouldn’t be wrong.

“You coming?” Jack motioned his head to you. Already by the bathroom door. You bit your lip and shrugged.

“To the studio or do you want to fuck me in the shower again?” The teasing caused Jack to walk back to the bed and lean down to where you were sitting. His ringed hand coming to grab your cheek. Stroking it softly. You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch.

“How about you shut your bratty ass mouth and put it to good use in the shower hmm? And then I’ll pass by Starbucks on the way to the studio and get your that chai shit you like so much” You grinned up at him, your long lashes shadowing your cheeks and you nodded. Letting your man help you up and lead you to the bathroom.

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Arriving to the studio didn’t take as long as you both had thought. You walked in with Jack opening the doors for you and letting you step in first. Your chai latte and muffin tucked into your hands as you saw Jack’s producer and some of the members of PG waiting for you all to get there. They all knew you very well and had an amazing relationship with you, you were one of their bestfriends as well. Urban was sitting in one of the reclining chairs in the corner rolling up a Blackwood and waving over to you.

Your eyes scanned the room and you saw no sign of Cece. But you knew she was somewhere there.

“They’re here!” Urban cheered causing you to throw a bag at him. A single birthday cake pop in there for him.

“Where the hell were yall?” You stifled a laugh. They knew exactly where the both of you were and they all shared the same look.

“Nasty ass motherfuckers!” Urban yelled laughing. They all knew about you and Jack, and they were sworn to secrecy. At the end of the day they owed no loyalty to Cece, as much as some of them felt bad for her as well.

“I gotta go pee! I’ll be back though, I’ll let your boy get back to work” You snickered and patted Jack on the back. His producer already handing him headphones and offering him an available chair so they could get started.

You walked over to Urban and nudged him on the leg. “Where is she?”

“I don’t know, am I her keeper?” Urban teased you smirking.

“I’ll punch your pretty face” You threatened him and shook your first playfully.

“Awww you think I’m pretty?”

“You’re irritating actually” You smirked at him and placed your things down.

“I’ll be back”

Walking to the door you opened it and walked out. It was pretty silent for the most part. PG rambling and talking to eachother could be heard from outside the door but that was pretty much it. You hummed to yourself and pulled out your phone to check some messages and some Instagram tags.

As you neared the bathroom you stopped when you heard voices talking. Once sounded staticky which you knew meant someone was on the phone. You weren’t about to snoop nor did you care about someone’s conversation.

That is until you heard your name.

“How’s your husbands bestie? YN?” You heard the voice on the other phone laugh. You raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t know, Jack and I haven’t seen her in a few weeks” Cece’s voice responded. “Jack said he was on his way to the studio and I hope she doesn’t come with”

‘ Oh really ‘ You thought to yourself. ‘Well he was just fucking me sooo’

“She barely ever really talks to me. Like I know her and I spend time with her whenever she’s with Jack on tour sometimes, they’ve been bestfriends for ages.” You hear Cece laugh.

“You have to know some shit about her girl, you’ve been with Jack for two years” Her sarcastic little friend responded.

“I mean yeah, shitty life, shitty parents, her brother died when he was like 10” You paused. Your hands clench to grip your phone. If it wasn’t for your location you wold be dragged that bitch up and down the bathroom stalls and then again in the hallways. Your heart pounded and your adrenaline was getting the better of you.

You didn’t know her as far as you could throw her, and your brothers mention at the tip of her dirty mouth didn’t sit right with you. Your little Angel was sacred to you and you never told her anything about him so either Jack did or she went through your social medias and found out. You knew Jack would never. So it was definitely the latter.

“I dont know, Jack only mentioned her parents one time when we were arguing about him spending so much time with her. Like I know he’d never hurt me intentionally but I was frustrated that night and he was defending her” You peaked through the corner and saw Cece shrug her shoulders. Looking back at herself in the mirror. Facing one of the big mirrors on the wall in front of her. Perched up on top of one of the sinks. Her blonde hair fell down past her shoulders. She would still have it by the end of the night if you fought the urge to scalp the bitch enough.

Deciding to put a little end on her parade. You walked into the bathroom. A faux smile on your lips acting as if you didn’t hear anything.

“Oh hey! There you are! Jack was looking for you” You lied. Cece immediately straightened her back and jumped. You wanted to laugh in her face. She was nervous, good.

You saw her finger click the ‘end’ button on the call. Her smile was a jittery one. “Hi YN! Long time no see!” Her fake ass bubbly personality granted her voice again. You had definitely given her way too much leeway and made her a little bit too comfortable around you. That was a mistake you would change soon.

“It has right we need so much to catch up on” You walked over to the sink beside her to wash your hands. Looking back at your reflection. You looked damn good and you knew it. Tilting your neck up you saw the outline of a hickey that was rather hard to cover up. Memories of Jack’s hands roaming your body and making love to you say permanently in the back of your head.

“I see you’ve had a little fun while you’ve been gone” Cece smiled and winked at you. Offering you a hint as to what she was talking about as she looked at your neck.

You chuckled and looked at her with pointed eyes. If you were stupid you would’ve missed the alarmed bldy laguage she displayed so openly. She wasn’t very good at hiding it.

“You look nervous, you okay?”

“Yeah It’s just-“

“Oh! I know what it is” You interrupted her and cleared your throat. “You’re upset that I saw Jack today before you did” You pouted, pretending as if you truly did feel bad. “I’m sorry! He offered to come get me from my hotel room and you know how safe he makes he feel”

Cece offered you a confused and uncomfortable look before shaking her head.

“No it’s just-“

“”Or, maybe you're jealous?” You tone got serious. “You know that he’s so willing to come help his bestfriend and drop everything else he had, even studio time to come get me”

You smirked at her. Your head tilted to the side as you scanned her up and down.

Cece felt so little compared to you at that moment. Her hands gripped her own phone cleared her throat. She combated the feeling with glaring at you. You found it comical. She didn’t intimidate you, she never would.

“And maybe it’s eating you up alive inside that you’ll never compare to the love he has for me, or maybe it’s all delusion and you truly are as confident as you say you are” you grinned as you watched Cece shift in her seat. Her sharp glare never leaving yours and for a moment you almost felt bad.

Almost

“What are you-“

As if on cue you busted out laughing. “Oh my god I’m just kidding! You don’t have to be so serious all the time” offering her a friendly smile you waved your hand as if to wave her off. “You should’ve seen your face”

“You look so pale” You handed her a paper towel. “I havent seen you in a minute I forgot how nervous you get sometimes” You looked at her, and she finally smiled at you. Thinking she was off the hook for somwthing that you didn’t know of. Only you did, skd you were just getting started with the mind games.

“Sorry, I’ve been feeling a little sick today, I don’t know what’s wrong with me!” Cece jumped off the sink and straightened her top. “But you had me girl, I was so confused”

“Mhm” You turned off the sink and motioned for the door. “Well if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back Urban’s waiting for me” You winked at her.

“Can you tell Jack there in a second!” Cece shouted behind you as you began walking away.

“I’ll make sure to pass the message!” You didn’t.

She had you fucked up entirely now.

[blackswallowtailbutterfly]

There’s a certain intuition that comes with dealing with kids that’s hard to explain.

Like the time my younger sister was acting up during a time I was visiting, as she often did, and our mom sent her to bath and bed. I was 15 and she was 9 or 10. I had to pee at some point and found my sister sitting on the floor hitting the door stopper. I said something like “You are so bad” in a joking tone, and she angrily tried to close the door on me. And something clicked. I stopped it, came into the bathroom and locked the door behind me, sat on the floor with her and took her into my arms, in a way I hadn’t done since she was probably three. She sobbed and sobbed and I just held her silently. And then she calmed down, got in the bath and I told her stories until she was done and ready for bed. That was a major changing point in our relationship, which had been not great before that.

She has four children now. Her eldest son is 3 years old. I’ve bonded with her two daughters but hadn’t made a real connection with either of her sons until Easter weekend. The little boy was running around and for whatever reason I pointed at him and cried “YOUUUU!” and he laughed and ran way and then came running back. I repeated this and he joined in. I then started alternating with “MEEE!” and he joined in that too. And that was just a fun little game. But later when he was upset about something or other to do with his little brother playing with toys he wanted, I got down at his level and softly said, “youuu, meee” a few times and then he found himself repeating it along with me, stopped crying, let me hug him, and was more receptive to the suggestion of playing with a different toy, where he’d rejected it before. Adults are human and it’s impossible to do the correct thing with a child every time, but a lot of times, I feel like if your mind and heart are open, it kind of just comes to you what to do in the case of a child acting up or being upset. A way of showing them hey, I get you, I’m in this with you. Literally, “you, me”.

Sometimes it doesn’t even take a situation where they’re upset. My younger niece took quite some time to warm up to me. I woke early in the morning to hear her crying one visit, when she was about 1 and a half. I went to her crib. Her diaper didn’t seem full. She eventually stopped and I went back to the couch. She started crying again. This repeated until I eventually picked her up and took her to the couch with me where she quickly went to sleep. My sister woke up a short time later and took her back to the crib. My younger niece went back to not liking me that day (she would stare at me with a frown lmao). So what did it? She likes monsters. At a later visit when she was 2 years old, she would sit in her stroller with her hands out like claws making roaring and growling sounds. During that visit I got the girls out of their bath and wrapped in their towels, and in her little towel my younger niece roared at me. I roared back and was gifted an open-mouthed grin from ear to ear on her little face before she launched herself head-first into me for a hug.

I guess another example is my eldest niece. When she was 4 I was visiting and making a jam. She wanted to be involved and pushed a step-stool next to me to elevate her height, which wasn’t very stable and she knocked it over. She wasn’t hurt but I was more concerned that the boiling pot could have tipped over and splashed her. My sister and I both admonished her, not harshly, not to be moving things around a hot stove. She burst into tears. She didn’t want to be admonished by her auntie she didn’t get to see a lot of and wanted to spend as much time as possible with. She couldn’t express that, of course, but I could put two and two together, having been on the other side of that. I hugged her and found her a sturdy chair to stand on well away from the pot, where she could still see it and I explained to her what I was doing. That’s all she wanted, she was perfectly well-behaved throughout.

Don’t really know where I’m going with this. Just, I don’t know. Making connections and developing relationships with kids is interesting.

[the-froschamethyst4]

That dumb smile

𖤐Pairing: Dad! Price x Wife! Mom! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: Fluff, smut, language, eating out, fingering, P in V, kissing/making out, confessing he wants a kid, slight breeding kink, married couple, children,

𖤐AN: I would like to say that I don't think Price/Barry's smile is dumb, I think it's that cute fatherly smile that most people need in their life 😊

𖤐Summary: Price was babysitting his brother's daughter (his niece) and was struck with the classic baby fever and wants one with his beautiful wife

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Price held his small niece in his arms as they waited for his brother to come and pick up the little one. She played with Price's shirt as she told him she had fun playing with him and Y/n.

"Did you?" He asked.

"Yes, I liked it when, Y/n and I played with my Barbie's and Bratz," she said with a soft smile.

"I'm glad you had fun, Liza," he said, kissing her temple and putting her down on the ground. She sat on the step as Price sat next to her still talking about the good time she had.

Y/n looked out the window seeing her husband talking with his niece. Price looked up seeing his wife in the window and smiled at her before his brother pulled up into their driveway.

Price's brother picked up his daughter and thanked Price for watching her for a while.

Y/n was making dinner in the kitchen and then heard the front door shut, she turned to Price and smiled at him.

"Did, she have fun?" She asked.

"Oh yeah, she loved hanging out with us," Price said.

"I'm glad, I wish she lasted for dinner, I'm making tomato soup and grilled cheese."

"She'd probably want chicken noodle," Price said.

"I know," she said with a smile.

Price leaned against the marble counter and looked at his wife. The thought of seeing his wife pregnant filled his mind, her walking around just barely because of her carrying so much weight on her front, can't bend over to pick up anything or even tie her shoes.

She has to rely on Price.

Her needing help to wash her body, the thought just filled his mind. Oh, jeez this man just wants to see his wife with a big belly.

"My love."

"Yes, Price?"

"You know, I was thinking when we had my niece with us...the thought of having one of our own keeps running through my mind, I'd love to see you with a big belly," he walks towards her trapping her between the counter and his own body.

"I want to watch you grow and carry my own child," he said, kissing her neck.

"P-Price," she mumbled, cupping his chin.

"Come on now..." he mumbled again.

"B-But are we ready?"

"We're more than enough ready," Price said, picking her up and setting her on the counter.

"The f-food."

"It's fine. I'll be quick," he mumbled, and he did his famous smile his smile lines by his eyes that always made Y/n's heart flutter as he kissed her lips, hands on her waist and they went under the shirt and unhooked her bra and removed her shirt, he pulled her bra off, kissing her and pushed her back on the cold tile countertop.

Her back arched as his hands pulled her pants down, his lips touched her inner thigh. He hooked his fingers on the edge of her panties and pulled them down off her lower half and tossed them somewhere in the kitchen.

She moans when his mouth was close to her clit.

"H-Holy fuck," she moans.

"Hey, now watch that tongue of yours," he says as she heard him messing with his belt and then his face was close to hers, she cupped his face and kissed his lips.

She then felt something being pushed inside of her. She moans when she felt his dick hit against her spot, she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist.

"P-Price..." she moans. His thrusts were quick, rough and somewhat sloppy.

Price cupped her face kissing her some more. She moans into the kiss as she felt him twitch inside of her. She moved her head to the side as Price moaned close to her ear.

"M-My god," he moans when he feels himself about to cum, but he didn't want to end just yet. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head as she was helpless and very much exposed to Price, he smirked and kissed her neck, then her chest and just under her breasts.

Price then moved his free hand pushing two fingers inside of her. she moans and bucks her hips up when she felt his thick fingers push inside of her.

"The f-food, Price."

He looks over. "It's fine..." he said kissing her lips again.

The sound of wet skin slapping filled the kitchen along with the boiling of the soup.

"S-Stop, real q-quick please," she begged.

"Why," he smirks.

"B-Because I n-need to stop the s-soup from boiling," she says through some whimpers.

"Not till we both cum," he said, thrusting quicker inside of her.

She moans and then felt herself close to coming. She let out a moan one last time and felt herself leak and felt something rushed inside of her.

He pulled out and watched the cum leak out of her hole, he smirks and licked his lips before grabbing a rag and cleaning her up.

Price looked down at the soup seeing it needed to be stirred. Y/n still laid on the counter catching her breath as she was getting pulled off the counter and taken away to the bathroom.

She was placed in the hot bath with her body being washed by her husband who was even more gentle with her than ever, she leans into his hard chest as he moved her arm to rub her luffa on her arm.

"You're so gentle," she said, looking up at him, kissing his jaw line.

"I'm always gentle with you, my love," he says, kissing her cheek.

"I know," she teased.

Y/n smiles as she watched him clean her body. Price then cleaned off her body and plugged the tub and got out grabbing two soft white towels, one wrapped around his waist, and he helped Y/n out of the tub and wrapped a towel around her body.

Y/n walked into the bedroom, and she saw her pajamas laid out on the bed as Price was getting boxers and sweatpants. Y/n removed her towel and got in her lavender colored silk pajama set.

"Do you want tea or anything, love?" Price asked as Y/n was getting her top on covering her breasts.

"Tea, would be nice."

"I'll make it just the way you like it," he said, walking towards her and kissing her lips.

As Price left the bedroom, she got under the covers turning on her lamp on her nightstand and grabbed her book from her nightstand drawer and started to read where she left off.

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2 Years Later

"Mama?"

"Yes, baby?"

"Can I have chocolate?" Your daughter Iris asked, running towards Y/n holding a small bar of chocolate.

"Sure, baby," Iris held the chocolate up for Y/n to open it. She did and gave it back to her baby girl.

The door opened up and Price walked in with Price's niece behind him and ran towards Iris.

"IRIS!!" She yelled as Iris jumped and laughed with her cousin. They ran upstairs together with her cousins' toys and headed to Iris's bedroom.

Price held Y/n's waist and kissed her lips.

“She was so excited to come see Iris,” Price said.

“I bet,” Y/n said with a soft smile. “I made lunch if you wanted any.”

“Thank you, love,” he kissed her temple. Price ate lunch as Y/n cleaned the dirty dishes. Price saw her working hard as usual and smiled at her. He got done eating and helped her clean the dishes.

"Oh, I have it under control," she said.

"Don't be ridiculous, love, let me help you, you are always so busy and doing so much for me and Iris, you deserve some help from me," Price kissed her temple and started to load the dishes up in the dishwasher after Y/n had rinsed off the dirty dishes.

"Thank you, Price," she said as Price kissed her lips and pulled her close to his body.

"Mama! We want lollipops," Iris said coming downstairs and holding her cousin's hand.

"Well, we can go get some, we don't have any in the house," she said.

"Come on, girls," Price picked both little girls up sitting his niece on his left shoulder and Iris sitting on his left hip. "We'll go get some," he smiled.

"Be careful please," Y/n says.

Price took the girls to the candy shop just down the street. Price stood next to a post that held so many different flavored lollipops, Iris was holding two, one that was a blue raspberry and the other was a watermelon flavor.

"Uncle John, can I get chocolate instead?"

"If you want."

"Can I get gummies, daddy?"

"You can," he said as the girls went to find the chocolate and gummies they wanted. Iris came back with a bag mixed with different gummies, some sour and some that aren't.

Iris's cousin came back with a Hershey bar and some Snickers. Price paid for the things and headed back home.

"Thought you want lollipops," Y/n said with her hands on her hips looking at the two young girls and her husband.

"They wanted gummies and chocolate," he did his famous smile again.

"You and that dumb smile of yours," she said sending the girls off and kissing her smiling husband.

"You love it," he teased.

"Of course, I do," she said, kissing his lips again.

[scaralvr]

04. lovesick idiots! chapter four to the secrecy of our confessions [masterlist]

synopsis: the admiration you two hide for each other strengthens even more through that one band practice.

scaramouche's heart continued to pound erratically against his ribcage with each step he took, drawing him closer to the music room. to think that you're going to let him see you practice. he practically had to clench his jaw in order to stop his teeth from chattering in pure excitement. in the meanwhile, you weren't in any better condition, either.

"it's a little stuffy in here, isn't it?" you nervously commented, your finger adjusting the neckline of your uniform shirt. ayaka put a hand on your shoulder, "not to worry, (y/n)! you'll do amazing, as you always are." yoimiya grinned, "hey, whatcha' say we go out for your favourite strawberry shortcake after, if you get through this?"

your mood did a whole three sixty as you exclaimed, "really!?" yoimiya nodded eagerly, "so make sure you do well, alright? no pressure!" hu tao played around with your drumsticks before tossing one in the air, "heads up (y/n)!" you cautiously stepped forward and caught both of them just as soon as scaramouche entered.

scaramouche internally fanboyed once more, cheeks a rosy red and eyes struck with awe, 'perfect catch, (y/n)!' ayaka pointedly said, "ahh, what did i say about being rough with our equipment?" hu tao shrugged with a giggle, "whoopsies." you quickly whipped your head around as yoimiya rushed over, "the student president's here! good afternoon!" she cheerfully greeted as hu tao stuck out her tongue.

you nearly dropped your drumsticks when you heard scaramouche speak with that brooding, amazingly sexy voice of his. "afternoon. i trust this won't be a waste of my time?" he asked, raising a brow at a raging hu tao that was being held back by ayaka. "oh, not a waste of time at all!" she said with a tight grin.

ayaka squeaked, "help me, (y/n)!" you jumped, "right!"

"eeeh? you seriously went to that band practice?" mona said, with a mouthful of dango. "what do you think? just tell mom i'm going to be home late." scaramouche snapped, standing outside the music room to take the call. fischl followed mona, eating her own dango, "is that scawamooch? allow mwe to twalk to him!" fischl whined as mona sighed.

mona gave the phone to her. fischl held it up to her ear, gulping down the dessert, "greetings, brother. may i join you?" mona snickered as scaramouche instantly shouted, "HAH!? don't you have homework!?" fischl pouted, "yes, no, maybe so. but the point is, i have never seen a live band performance before, and it would mean the world to me if i could!"

scaramouche groaned through his teeth, "urgh... fine! but hurry up, they're going to start soon." fischl jumped up and down, "i thank you for this opportunity, brother!" she quickly handed the phone back to mona and ran up the school stairwell. mona ended the call and sighed, "guess that leaves more dango for me."

yoimiya slung her bass over herself, "relax, hu tao. remember, this is for (y/n), right?" hu tao growled through her gritted teeth, adjusting her guitar's pegs, "he's lucky (y/n) likes him. i would've broken that asshole's nose by now if not for that." ayaka positioned her keyboard, "so what'll it be today, (y/n)?"

you coyly grinned, tapping your drumsticks against each other, "i was actually thinking if we could do fire bird by roselia, i always did like covering that song." yoimiya gasped, "great idea, (y/n)! he'll definitely fall head over heels for that." she cheekily tittered, causing your face to redden.

ayaka smiled, "you've returned. and it seems like you've brought along a plus one?" scaramouche sighed and placed a hand on fischl's head, "she's just happy to be here." fischl nodded eagerly.

✩ || 🥁.彡

scaramouche rested his head atop his study table, smiling to himself. his earphones were tucked inside his ears as he listened to the show you previously performed just for him on loop. because yun jin was the main vocalist, he barely heard your voice on its' own, but witnessing the magic right then and there, scaramouche felt as if his life was complete.

"waaah, that was amazing!" fischl exclaimed, tears peeking at the corners of her eyes as she ran up to you. you paused, stunned for a few moments before shyly grinning, "thanks, fischl." scaramouche was still seated, eyes fixated on your figure as you conversed with your friends. his lips thinned out, indigo hues sparkling brighter than ever. he stood up and made his way to you with only one question in mind.

scaramouche took out his earphones and opened his composition notebook. flipping past several pages, he landed on a very specific one. your siganture adorned the lined paper, and a wide grin broke out onto his features. scaramouche began to laugh, holding the sacred page against his chest as he plopped onto his bed. not long after that, did he begin to kick his feet out of thrill.

you rushed inside your house, calling out, "i'm homeee!" kicking off your shoes, you ran up the stairs as your mother watched you do so. "how was cram school?" she queried, and you quickly replied while shutting the door to your room, "mundane!" you bit down on your lip, giggling when you jumped onto your bed.

your chin landed on your pillow and you squinted your eyes. "that performance wasn't disappointing at all. i look forward to seeing where you'll be in the future, (y/n)." you mocked his voice and laughed almost instantly, rolling about your mattress akin to an excited child.

"ohuhu..." you sighed out in between heavy exhales, hand resting on your stomach. scaramouche's thumb carefully caressed your penmanship, his cheeks a deep, crimson shade.

"i love them so much." "i love him so much."

© scaralvr.

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[fandom-imagines-stories]

Walking Through Hell

Season Two Episode Ten (Season Finale)

Dr. Spencer Reid x Reader (Aaron Hotchner’s Sister)

Words: 4753

Series Masterlist

Summary: Use the last two episodes of season four. Three inner conflicts come to a head in the season two finale. 

Notes: Here is the season finale of season two! Thank you all for coming on this journey once again and I can’t wait to get the third season on the way! I’ve had so much fun with this series and it has such a special place in my heart. (Yes I wrote a crossover. It makes me happy.) 

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You expected to feel… well, something. Sad. Anxious. A sense of closure, maybe. But there was nothing. It was an unfamiliar numbness, unlike anything you’d felt before with the drinking or just the basic compartmentalizing you’d gotten so good at since the age of fifteen. At least now, you didn’t feel alone. 

On either side of you stood a row of the best people you knew. They’d flown out to be with you. 

All of them. 

Aaron squeezed your hand to check if you were okay. He gave you a reassuring smile. 

You nodded and took the photo out of your pocket. You didn’t know why you’d held onto it all these years, but this was the first time you found yourself able to give it up. It was from your thirteenth birthday when your mom had finally let you get your ears pierced. Her arms were locked around you while you gave the camera a toothy grin. You couldn't even remember who took the picture.

With everyone’s concerned eyes following you, you walked up to the gravestone and set the picture at the base. 

The funeral happened while you were in rehab, not that you would have been strong enough to go anyway. You were surprised you’d made it off the plane now. Turning back to face the team of people behind you, you knew where your strength came from. All of them had helped you more than you would ever have the words to thank them. 

Emily and JJ and Penelope were the best support you could as for. Dave treated you like the father you’d never had. Derek, who’d forced you back from the brink, gave you a small nod, reminding you of your own strength and how far you’d come. Aaron- your big brother- took you in all over again like he did before and like you knew he would do again if you asked. And Spencer… even though you’d broken his heart and moved out, he was there and you knew he always would be. 

You walked back to join them. Derek put an arm around your shoulders and Spencer stayed by your side all the way back to the car. But as you got into the passenger side next to your brother, you looked back a final time at your mother’s headstone.

Lydia Y/L/N. May she find her way out of the darkness. 

You weren’t sure why that was the memory in your mind, but it was all you could think about while you rambled on. 

The water cooled your parched throat, dry from talking for the past hour. The one downside of learning how to share- sometimes you didn’t quite know when to stop. 

“It sounds like things are going pretty well then?” Dr. Sweets asked, leaning forward in his chair with an encouraging smile. “You’re moving back in with your boyfriend, things at work have formed a steady rhythm to your schedule, and you’re continuing to go to AA meetings once a month.” 

“I still have a few things left at Aaron’s, but yeah. Things are going pretty okay.” This time, you actually believed it. 

Dr. Sweets sat back in his chair, giving you that look when he’s figured something out that you haven’t. You hated that look, but on the young shrink, it was somewhat bearable. 

“Why do you think you’ve left things at Aaron’s apartment?” 

You shrugged. “I just haven’t gotten around to it, I guess. It’s not a big deal. It’s just some of my things for work and some clothes.”

“Do you think you’re worried about having to move back in with your brother?” 

“Aaron’s not a safety net.”

“Hey, you said it, not me,” he grinned. He’d played you into admitting your real feelings. Something he’d learned to do in the last few months of you seeing him. 

You shook your head, smiling. “I hate it when you do that.” 

“No, it’s why you like me.” He poured you another glass of water. “Why do you think that is?”

“Why do I like having you over the bored woman I saw before who probably thought I was crazy?”

“No,” he chuckled. “Why do you think you’re so nervous about moving back into your apartment with Spencer?” 

“Oh look at that, we’re out of time,” you said. 

“I know that trick.”

“I don’t know why I haven’t moved everything. I haven’t thought that much of it.” 

He leaned forward again. ���Y/N, we both know you have.” 

“Dr. Sweets-”

“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Lance?” He smiled. “We’ve built pretty decent rapport in these sessions, hm? I don’t insist on calling everyone in your life agent, right?” 

You rolled your eyes. “Okay, Lance. There, happy?”

“As a matter of fact, yes.” The teasing look on his face was quickly replaced by a more serious concern. “There’s one more thing I think we should talk about.”

You downed the rest of your water. You knew where this was going.

“It’s been a year since what happened.” 

“Technically, my birthday isn’t for another-”

“Y/N…” 

“I know, I know,” you sighed, running your fingers through your hair. “But with everything that’s been going on between Spencer almost dying and Aaron driving himself crazy over this case from Boston, I haven’t given myself a lot of time to process it, I guess.” 

“Is that the Foyet case?” Lance wondered. You nodded and he blew out a long breath. “I read about that. Sounds like a scary guy.” 

“Enough to scare one of the bravest people I know, that’s for sure.” 

A knock at the door signaled it was time to go. 

Lance sighed, wishing that you could stay and talk a little while longer. He knew that the next few days were not going to be easy. “Processing this is going to take some time, but you don’t have to be alone. Is the team going to be here next week?”

“I don’t know,” you said. “They’re on a case right now, but-”

“They can’t tell you. Right.”

Another knock, this one louder and more insistent. He ran a hand down his face. 

“Well, if you need anything, you know you can always call.” 

You stood up and nodded. “Thanks, Lance.”

“I’ll see you next week?”

“If I don’t get kidnapped again.”

“That’s not funny.”

You shrugged. “It’s kinda funny.” 

When you opened the door you found a wall of a person blocking your exit. You would have collided if he hadn’t sidestepped out of your way just in time. 

“Sorry, I didn’t realize anyone was with you,” the man said. He jerked his thumb over his shoulder to signify his urgency. “We’ve got a new case I think you can help on.” 

“I’m sorry, have we met before?” You asked, trying to place why the agent looked so familiar. 

He narrowed his eyes, looked at you for a second, and then smiled. “Yeah, you’re Dr. Y/L/N, right? You’ve been an expert witness on a few of my cases. My partner wasn’t too thrilled about having a psych profile done on our killers, but you were great!” He held out his hand. “Seeley Booth.” 

“Now I remember,” you beamed. “The Bianchi and the Schwartz cases, right? Do you work a lot with Caroline Julian?”

He nodded. “She’s the best of the best.” 

The buzz of both of your phones ended your conversation. Agent Booth turned to Dr. Sweets.

“It’s Bones. We should go. It was nice to officially meet you,” he smiled. The two hurried off, Dr. Sweets giving you an apologetic look as he went. 

“Small world,” you muttered to yourself before answering your call.

-

The case was turning out to be much more than they thought. Spencer couldn’t quite wrap his head around it. There were too many missing pieces. If Willaim Hightower wasn’t a killer, that meant there was still one out there, taking people from Detroit across the border and leaving the homeless community in fear of who’d be next to disappear. 

What troubled him the most though, was that the unsub would be striking again soon. If not already. 

“What’s on your mind, Reid?” Hotch asked. 

They were driving back from the Canadian police station to Detroit to figure out who the unsub’s next target might be and how he was picking up people to begin with. 

Reid exhaled and ran his fingers through his hair. “Honestly?” He looked out of the window and watched the Detroit skyline dissolve into trees once they crossed the border. “William Hightower’s sister. He’s been looking for her all this time. He got us to come here because of her. He risked being charged with murder and now he’s going to spend time in a Canadian prison…” He trailed off, but he didn’t need to continue for his superior to understand. 

“But the odds of us finding her alive are slim, so what was the point of it all?” Hotch concluded. 

Reid gave him a small nod. 

“I don’t think it would make a difference to him, knowing the end or not.” Hotch stared at the road in front of them. “He’ll never stop looking for her.”

The two fell into a silence, both of their thoughts drifting away from Hightower. While Reid had no siblings of his own, he’d seen how much that bond can mean to a person. He imagined Hotch in that car instead of Hightower. Unbeknownst to him, the man beside him was imagining the same thing. 

Hotch couldn’t help but remember the dark thoughts he’d had when they were hunting down the Cunninghams. He’d imagined what he’d do if they had killed you before he could get there. While he hadn’t shown it, there was a part of him ready to tear them apart. 

Suffice it to say, he didn’t have to think too hard to understand William Hightower’s motivations, even if he didn’t agree with his methods. 

“Reid,” Hotch started, changing the conversation to one that needed to be discussed while they still had the chance. “I think we should both take some time off next week.” 

The younger agent grimaced. “She isn’t going to like being babysat.” 

“We wouldn’t be babysitting. We would be supporting her on the anniversary of a traumatic event.”

“Technically two traumatic events.”

“Reid,” Hotch sighed. 

“I was planning on it anyway,” Reid said. He fiddled uncomfortably with a paperclip from the file in his lap. “You don’t have to worry.” 

“She was kidnapped and almost murdered last year, I have every reason to worry.” 

Reid twisted the paper clip out of its shape. “I know.” 

“And I know you’re worried too.” 

“I am.” 

Hotch looked over at the other man and saw a combination of worry, frustration, and confusion all present on his face. He parked the car and put a hand on his shoulder. 

“We’ll talk about this more after the case is done, okay?” He said. “I just want to make sure that the two of you are going to be alright.” 

Reid nodded, his expression remaining the same. He turned to Hotch and sighed. 

“What about you?”

The car fell into silence again. In answer, Hotch merely gave him a small smile- barely perceptible- before getting out of the car and rushing into the station. 

-

It was uncomfortable, being in a park after knowing what you knew about Annapolis. But you obviously didn’t tell Haley that.

“Be careful on the slide, sweetheart!” She called to her son. 

Jack gave the two of you a toothy grin and a thumbs-up before barreling down the biggest slide at the playground. He almost tripped getting off but hurried back up to go again.

“Little shaky on the dismount,” you said. “But I give him an 8 out of 10.” 

Haley laughed, shaking her head. “I just wish he wouldn’t run around like he’s trying to get hurt.” 

“Gee,” you raised a brow, “I wonder where he gets that from.” 

“Oh, like you’re any better than your brother,” she said. “Sometimes I think you’re worse.” 

You held up your hands innocently. “I’m not out hunting murderers right now.” 

“Don’t remind me.” Her expression saddened as she took a sip of her coffee. You leaned your head on her shoulder and she wrapped an arm around yours. Without saying anything for a while, you both watched Jack as he joyfully played tag with a couple of the other kids. He just looked so… happy. Kids make that seem so simple. 

“Spencer called me earlier. He said they might be gone a little while. The case took a different direction,” you said.

Haley took a deep breath, swallowed her worry, and gave you a smile. “Speaking of Spencer,” she said, “how’s that going? Are you officially moved back in?” 

“I’m not technically out of Aaron’s place, no.” 

Again, she shook her head.

“What?” You asked. 

“You,” she said. “That’s what.” You looked at her with a complex- and mildly offended- expression, so she continued. “Do you love Spencer?”

“What kind of a question-”

“Do you want to be with him? Despite his job, despite yours, despite all of those factors that get in the way of this incredible thing that you have together?” 

You sighed. “Yes.”

“Then what are you so afraid of?” She asked. 

You didn’t know what to say. Not because you were trying to hide something, but because you couldn’t pinpoint which of your worries was holding you back the most. 

You thought about seeing Spencer in the hospital and writing the letter to tell him goodbye because you believed he deserved better than you could give him. 

You thought about all of the fear you’d tried to drown because you were terrified of turning into someone else and hurting him. 

You thought about how frightened you were going to that dinner at the apartment, but how right it felt when he finally held you again. 

You thought about how you almost lost him. 

While you sat in this silent battle in your mind, Haley spoke again. 

“I think the only thing that scares you more than your past,” she said, gently taking your hand, “is your future.” Her voice caught in her throat, but she kept going. “And, sweetie, it could be beautiful. But you have to get out of your own way to let it.” 

Jack bounded back to the two of you before you could respond, but, honestly, there was nothing you could say. As much as you didn’t want to admit it… she was right. 

The only thing that kept you from Spencer these past few months was the idea that there wasn’t any point. That he could never really have a future with you. But maybe that was up to you. Maybe, you just had to stop being afraid of every possibility and start working toward the best outcome. 

“Aunt Y/N can we get ice cream?”

You smiled at your nephew. “I think that’s a question for your mom, Jack.”

“But you always say yes to ice cream,” he giggled. 

Haley looked at you, laughing, and you shrugged. 

“I have no idea what he’s talking about,” you lied. 

“Alright, you two,” she said, standing up and taking his hand. “Ice cream it is.” 

You took Jack’s other hand and the three of you started back toward Haley’s car, her words still ringing through your mind. Her bluntness brought about a question you hadn’t allowed yourself to think about in a long time. 

What did you want for your future? 

And what did that mean for you and Spencer?

-

Spencer paced back and forth across the barn loft, examining the child-like drawings in his hand while his mind tried to piece them into the case. These weren’t the works of a methodical, driven sadist who tortured his victims for his own pleasure, but the drawings of a person who had a much different view of the world than they anticipated. Someone who most likely saw their surroundings more with the thoughts of a child rather than an adult, despite their physical body. 

But that wasn’t where all of his focus allowed him to be. 

All day, he’d been asking himself the same thing over and over again. 

Was this what he wanted? Did he even know what he wanted? 

He knew he wanted you. But what did that really mean anymore? After everything that had happened in the past year, how was he supposed to move forward when he still felt like he was walking on eggshells? No matter what he did, there was always a voice in his head telling him that it was wrong. That it would drive you away again. How was he supposed to prove to you that all he wanted, more than anything, was to be by your side, in good times and bad…

Spencer froze. 

He put the idea aside and forced himself to continue with the case, though the spark in his chest wouldn't quite go away. 

His question, however, lingered in his supervisor’s mind. 

“Do you ever get the feeling that a case isn’t going to end well?”

As Hotchner walked back to the house, he couldn't help but feel Reid’s words sink into him. In truth, he had had that feeling since they saw the pigs. The image of people being ripped apart by their snorting snouts still sent a shiver up his spine, but he had to keep his hard exterior for the sake of everyone still looking for the missing girl. 

He thought about the sickening amount of shoes they’d found and the people that the world deemed unworthy of searching for. 

He thought about the Reaper and his fatal deal. 

He thought about the Cunninghams trying to trade your life for the memory of their daughter’s. 

He thought about his team. 

How many more times would they be able to look into the abyss? How many more times before they wouldn't ever recover the pieces of themselves that this job took?

Would he ever be able to find those pieces of himself?  

The two men, though no longer in the same part of the property, were still connected by the worries that plagued both of their minds and the questions about their job and their lives that nobody could answer for them. 

-

You shouldn’t have still been awake, but you had a study you’d been working on for weeks to finish… plus you hadn’t heard from anybody on the team in days and you worried someone would call when you were asleep. Despite that, however, you struggled to keep your eyes open. Even the air mattress in the office was starting to seem enticing when your phone finally rang. 

“Hey, I- wait, why are you still up?” Spencer started. 

“Same as you,” you yawned. “Work.” You stood up from the couch and stretched your stiff limbs. “So are you guys back then?”

“I just got back to the apartment and,” he took a deep breath, “can you come over? I need to talk to you about something.” 

You held the phone a little tighter, feeling your heart drop into your stomach. “S-sure. I’ll be right over.”

“Okay. I’ll see you soon.” His serious tone betrayed what you feared. 

This was it.

Spencer had finally had enough. 

When you went into the office to grab your jacket, you looked around mournfully. At least you still had some things you hadn’t moved yet. It would make moving back in a lot easier. 

The whole drive over, you thought of everything you could have done wrong. 

You’d been pretty focused on your study, but he never complained about your dedication to your job, especially with his line of work. 

You’d been trying to be extra supportive of his work when he had to leave and you were grateful for every moment you got with him. Did he think you’d become clingy? 

Maybe he’d just realized that, during those months of being apart, he was better off without you. What you thought was the two of you reconnecting was just him trying to figure out if he was right. 

The elevator might as well have taken hours to reach the right floor and, by the time you reached the door, you wanted to throw up. 

Just when you thought things were finally getting better…

You took a deep breath and opened the door. 

You were greeted by clattering and a string of curses. Spencer stooped over to pick up the stack of books he’d knocked off his desk. 

“I must have calculated the time wrong,” he laughed nervously. “You’re early.”

“I probably sped a little,” you said, looking at the various books placed on the coffee table. Dracula. The Time Machine. Anna Karenina. A Study In Scarlet. “What’s all of this?”

Spencer swallowed. “I need your help with something.” He held up a piece of paper, trying to keep his hand from shaking. 

You looked at the scribbles and raised a brow. “A book cipher?” 

He nodded. 

“And you need my help?” 

Again, he just nodded. 

Despite your previous panic, you ran a hand through your hair and took a seat with a flustered sigh. 

“Okay, the first word is…” You flipped through the pages of the first book and found the page, line, and word that the cipher instructed. “Will.” 

“Perfect. Okay,” Spencer wrote it down on another sheet of paper. “What’s the next one?” 

“Ummmm, let me see.” You thumbed through the next volume, still wondering how this all connected to him dumping you. “You. The next word is you.” 

“Interesting,” he hummed, handing you the third book, glad you hadn’t figured it out and spoiled the surprise. 

You held his copy of Anna Karenina and reached for the locket around your neck. 

“Okay, the third word…” Your finger traced the line of text, stopping suddenly over a word you couldn’t have read right. You counted again. And again. And again. In a hoarse voice of shock, you repeated the cipher’s word. “Marry.”

Will you marry-

Spencer gulped. “You didn’t find the fourth word.” 

Your laughter choked on the sobs threatening your voice. Spence smiled, his nerves even worse than before. 

“I know I don’t have a ring or anything- I didn’t have time after the flight, otherwise I would have found a store that was open this late and-” He took a deep breath to stop his rambling. Spencer got down on his knee in front of you, taking your hands in his, both of you trembling. “We have both led lives that have just proven again and again just how fragile and precious and scary and wonderful life can be. We’ve seen the darkest this world can give, but in you, I’ve found the brightest light. You reminded me that life can be more than the horrors we’ve both faced.” He wiped away the tears falling on his cheeks, but more kept coming. 

You didn’t know when you’d started crying, but the lamplight outside shone clearly on both of your faces, revealing the streams of tears adorning your cheeks. 

Spencer kissed your hands as if to remind himself that this was really happening. He cleared his throat to keep his voice from cracking. 

“Y/N, I realized tonight that I don’t want to spend another minute without you knowing that I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He handed you the final book. “So, to finish the cipher… will you marry me?” 

His perfect hazel eyes watched you with a mix of hope and fear that you felt burning in your chest since the day you’d met. 

“Spencer, I…” You brushed the tears from his face, but any words you tried to say died on your lips. So, you did the first thing you thought of- you grabbed a book. With Spencer looking on in confusion, you frantically searched the pages of A Study in Scarlet until you found something that worked and handed him the book, pointing at a specific passage. 

“You wish me to come?” 

“Yes, if you have nothing better to do.” A minute later we were both in a hansom, driving furiously for the Brixton Road.” 

He looked back up at you. 

“Does that mean…?”

“Yes, Spencer,” you beamed. “It means yes.” 

An air of disbelief settled between you, but only for a moment. 

Spencer leaped to his feet, pulling you up into his arms, spinning both of you around, and knocking the books onto the floor all over again. You weren’t sure how long your lips were locked together, but when he set you down, you both had to stop and catch your breath. The two of you fell onto the couch, still wrapped in each other’s arms. 

“I thought,” you gasped, “I thought you were going to break up with me.” 

He wiped any remaining tears from your face. “What?”

“I had it in my head that you called me over here to tell me that it hasn’t been working out and that we shouldn’t have gotten back together in the first place.” You couldn’t help but laugh at it now that every nerve in your body was lit up with elation. “That’s why I haven’t…” You trailed off, remembering what both Dr. Sweets and Haley had told you. “I have to go back to Aaron’s.” 

Spencer’s brows furrowed, still panting from the kiss. “What?”

“I have to go get the rest of my things.” 

“You have to go… right now?” He traced a line from your hand up to your shoulder. 

You smirked at his enthusiasm. “I promise, I’ll explain when I get back and then we can-” You kissed him again. “Celebrate.” 

“Okay,” he grinned, face reddening. 

You untangled from him and grabbed your keys, stopping at the door. “Spencer.”

“Hm?” 

You smiled back at him. “We’re getting married.” 

You left and Spence fell back against the couch with a dazed, euphoric expression, looking up at the ceiling as if he could see the stars. 

-

The elevator to Aaron’s moved even slower, but now it was because of your excitement, rather than your dread. The whole drive, you debated if you should tell him now, or wait so you and Spence could tell him together, but you knew the moment you stepped into the room, he would figure it out. 

You knew that you’d been using that stupid air mattress as a safety net ever since you and Spencer had gotten back together. And it wasn’t that, because he’d proposed, your fear had suddenly gone away. 

You’d just decided to let yourself be happy despite it, just like Haley said. 

As the numbers reached the right floor, you felt your excited heart beat even faster. You couldn’t wait to see Aaron’s face when he inevitably read you like a book. Every step down the hall just made you want to start skipping. 

You were marrying the smartest, sweetest, most incredible man in the world. 

You were finally going to let yourself be happy. 

The door was unlocked, so you just took that to mean he’d just gotten back. Probably spent hours at the office working on paperwork for their last case. 

“Aaron, I’m just stopping by to grab the rest of my stuff,” you said into the quiet apartment, turning to shut the door behind you. 

When you turned back around, you saw him. 

“...Aaron?” You gasped. Your brother laid on the floor in a pool of his own blood. “Aaron!” You sprinted across the apartment, falling to your knees beside him. You tried to press your hands against the wound, but there were too many of them. 

“Y/N… you can’t… you need to…” He tried to say, but his eyes couldn’t stay open. He was fading fast. 

“Come on, stay with me big brother.” 

“No, you need to…” He fought to stay conscious if only to save you. “The Reaper.”

Your breathing hitched. “What?”

Aaron gripped your arm. 

“Run.” 

His eyes widened and he tried to push you out of the way, but his limbs failed him. 

A hand shot around your face, yanking you away from your brother and covering your mouth You didn’t even see the knife before it entered your torso. You only saw Aaron’s face contorting with horror as he watched his little sister, screaming into the hand of George Foyet. 

And there was nothing he could do to stop it. 

End of Season Two 

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