#oh my god then finally when we sat and thought of having donuts....

[sochilll]

nyehehe i caught up on ur writing tag Just as you recently reblogged a prompt thingy >:] 13 + kleinsen ?

Kleinsen + 13. leaving notes for them around the home (this one… got away from me. she’s long)

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Jared woke up and flung his arm out sideways. The bed was empty. He frowned. It was Sunday, Evan’s day off. And more importantly, it was the day before a very big important event.

Jared sat up and swung his legs out of bed. It was surprisingly cold for how late in spring it was. He grabbed Evan’s hoodie from the floor and pulled it on.

He started toward the kitchen but his eyes caught on something. A pink sticky note was stuck to the bedroom door. Jared peeled it off and read it.

I have a few last errands to run before tomorrow. I’ll be home soon <3

Jared smiled. He stuck the note in his pocket and made his way to the bathroom before breakfast. There was another note on the mirror.

Wow you’re cute :o someone is very lucky to be with you

Jared snorted. He put that note in his pocket with the other. There were three notes in the kitchen.

One on the fridge:

Sorry to disappear on such an important morning. I know you’ll be annoyed you didn’t get to make a “last time we wake up together as boyfriends” joke

Jared snickered. He had been making that joke about everything lately. The next note was on the coffee maker:

Don’t drink too much or you’ll get all jittery. We don’t both need to be nervous wrecks today.

The last one was stuck to Jared’s favorite coffee mug:

I’m so glad I get to spend every morning watching you drink out of this dumb mug for the rest of my life. I love you.

Jared put all three notes in his pocket. He leaned against the counter to wait for his coffee to brew when he spotted a box on the table. Inside was his favorite type of donut, a note scrawled on the lid.

Happy wedding eve! Love you more than anything <3

Jared enjoyed his breakfast. He texted Evan a picture of the box and a bunch of heart emojis. Evan’s response was quick.

:) how many?

Jared tapped out a reply.

Five not counting the box.

Halfway! :) <3

Jared laughed. He set his mug in the sink and wandered to the living room, looking for spots of pink.

The first one was obvious, stuck in the center of the TV.

I know I say it a lot but I really don’t know what I’d do without you. You make everything easier and better and funnier.

He had to hunt a bit for the next one. He found it stuck to their favorite DVD.

I never thought I’d feel so content and secure in a relationship. But I am. I know you don’t like talking about feelings and I don’t even mind. Cause I know how you feel even when you won’t say it.

Jared was stumped after that. He wandered around the apartment, sticky notes stuck to his fingers, hunting for more. He double checked the bathroom and the living room.

He finally found number eight back in the bedroom, sitting right on Jared’s desk.

The last four years have genuinely been the happiest of my life. And while some of that is due to therapy (shout out Dr. Myers) mostly it’s been because of you.

Number nine was inside Jared’s laptop.

No one has ever understood or cared for me more than you. And I hope you feel the same about me. (Please do oh my god how embarrassing would this be if you didn’t?)

Jared laughed. He added the note to the collection in his pocket. He searched the room again before moving his search into the hallway closet. Nothing there. He checked the bathroom and kitchen again.

No note. Jared frowned. He checked tall surfaces. He checked every kitchen cabinet. He even lifted up the couch cushions. Nothing.

He pulled his phone out.

You’re a liar. There’s only nine.

Nope. Ten.

Including the donut box?

No. Ten sticky notes.

Where the fuck is the last one???

:)

Jared went crazy, pulling out pots and pans, unscrewing bottles in the medicine cabinet, digging through the laundry hamper. He could not find the last note. He briefly wondered if Evan was lying and this was some sort of psychological warfare.

Finally, digging through Evan’s sock drawer he saw it, a flash of pink. He grabbed at it. It was stuck to the top of a small velvet box. Jared didn’t need to open it to know what it was. He frowned slightly and read the note.

I never told you but I’d been to a jewelry shop five times before you proposed. You only beat me because I take too long to make decisions. I love how you did it but I’d picked this ring out already and I thought you should have it anyway.

Jared felt his eyes sting and rapidly blinked the tears away because he wasn’t lame. He opened the box.

The ring was pretty similar to what Jared had ended up getting. A bit thinner and without Jared’s super romantic and expensive engraving like Evan’s ring had. But still nice.

“You like it?”

“Holy fucking shit!” Jared spun around, clutching his chest. “How did you get in so quietly? And how did you time this so perfectly?”

“I didn’t actually. I really thought it would take you longer to find it and I’d already be home by then,” Evan laughed. “Also didn’t think you’d tear the apartment apart.”

“You gave me a puzzle,” Jared said by way of explanation.

“Yeah. I should’ve known better.”

“I do like it.” Jared slid the ring into his finger. “You have good taste.”

“Yeah. Sometimes,” Evan said, crossing the room and kissing him.

“Aw,” Jared grinned. “Last time you’ll be able to insult me as my boyfriend.”

[artofgabe]

LOST WILL

Disclaimer:

This story is not intended to mock the omegaverse trial or anyone involved.This is all just for fun and as and writing it out of boredom.

My life turned upside down when that cursed folder landed on my desk before I even had my morning coffee. I kept staring at the fresh case I’m about to handle while the eager teaspoon clinked against my ceramic mug, swirling the sweet caffeine inside. 

“What’s this about?” I said. 

“It’s some publishing case. About some…” Mat gave a dragging sigh. “… fictional story.” He munched on the breakfast donut in his hands, with some crumbs falling onto my desk. I’ll have to deal with that later cause I don’t want to deal with ants. “Yeah, that’s about it,” he added.

I groaned as I placed my mug on the desk and opened the folder. My name is Will and I’ve been working as a copyright attorney for four years now. Been dealing with tons of cases from small time creators being screwed over by big corporations or finally claiming that public domain song. I’ve seen it all. 

Or so I thought.

I glanced at the lawsuit and started skimming over it. The title and the case number seemed all like squiggles to me. It’s too early for this. Lifting my cup, I drink more of my coffee, feeling it shake my body and my brain awake to take on this pile of papers. The more my eyes skimmed the lines of text, some words started catching my attention. Wolf-like. Knotting. Omega verse. 

“Mat. What am I reading?” I glanced up at where I thought my co-worker was standing, assuming he was still by my desk. But he disappeared. Probably by the printer again, flirting with Jane. 

I grabbed my coffee and took another sip, my eyes going over the case before me. The case started off explaining to me about the origin of this thing called omega verse. Learning the definition of the terms in this kink fandom sent a blush on my cheeks. I turned around me to see if anyone was looking and snickering in the background. I’m honestly expecting that this was just a prank. Like an episode of Punked or something. But everyone was busy tending to their own business, filing cases and reviewing them. When I came to the part about their biology of how they mated, I realized something. 

The universe is definitely laughing at me. 

...

It was Friday night, and the welcoming bar just filled up with people. As if they’re excited to drink their worries away for the upcoming weekend. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol danced in the air as a tacky jukebox song played in the background. I sat by the corner, the one with the overused leather benches. I wanted us to be a few steps away from the main bar, just in case we needed more drinks. Especially now with what I’m about to tell them. Oh god, what am I supposed to tell them? How will I start with it? 

‘Hey, I’ve come across this case called omega verse. Have you guys heard of it?’ No. They’ll probably think I’m into it. Which I am so not. I started into my beer bottle, sweating from the chilly place it just came out of. Just like me. 

'You guys will never guess what landed on my desk two days ago.’ Hmm. I feel my stomach churning from either flight or fright. This is the time I’m actually thankful that I’m divorced now. My ex-wife would probably think I’m a weirdo. 

I glanced at my watch. Shoot. Five minutes too early. 

“Yo Will, you look like you need sleep, man.” A hand landed on my shoulder, snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked beside me and saw it was one of my college friends, Kevin. His relaxed curly brown hair and loose necktie made him look ready to wind down and chill after a hectic week. He’s been a good friend of mine and dorm mate since I started law school. Actually, he’s the one who introduced me to my ex-wife. 

“Hey man,” I said and scooted to the side to give him space on the bench, “how’s life treating you?” 

Kevin called the server and ordered two bottles of beer before getting back to me. “Doing good. How’s the deal with Clarice doing?” 

I shrugged my stiff shoulders. “We just finalized it with the court last week.” 

“Oh really? You’re looking better nowadays, actually.” Kevin took a swig of the bottle and drank it before placing it down on the table. “Well, last week at least. Now, you look shot.” 

“You don’t know half of it.” I said. 

Kevin’s eyebrow rose. “Something came up?”  

“No, I’ll… I’ll let you know later.” I kept swirling the beer, deep in thought. I don’t even know what to say if they ask how I’m doing. Would they even believe me? How the hell should I start about it, anyway? Heck, I don’t even know how I’ll explain the terminologies and—

“Dave!” Kevin raised his hand, waving over another close friend of ours. Dave smiled, showing his perfect teeth. Kinda fitting in his line of work on business law. He can get out of everything, especially during our college days. He once convinced our professor that he had already passed his assignment and just missed checking it. But he actually snuck in after the fact and wedged it in between the pile of papers. Dave sat across from us as he ordered a beer from the server. 

“Good to be back here, guys.” Dave took a large gulp before sighing refreshingly. “So how’s your case going?” 

Kevin raised his shoulders and gave us a smug look. “Ah well, I had to settle a divorced couple on who gets to own the espresso machine and the Lambo.” 

Dave winced. “That’s messy, man.”

“They have a dog, though,” Kevin rubbed the back of his neck before taking another drink. “That’s the one giving me a shitty migraine.” 

“How about you, Dave?” I asked, trying to keep my voice from shaking. Why am I so jumpy? “How’s corporate law?” 

“Same boat, actually.” Our friend shook his head and pursed his lips. “We’re trying to fix this CEO who had a word out that he embezzled millions of company funds. The investors want his head. Bad.” 

I furrowed my brows. “That definitely sucks. Is this the one on the news the other day?”

“Yep. Same guy.” Dave said, his bottle halfway empty. I gazed at the colored bottle in his hands as I kept thinking about what to say to my friends if they asked me how I’m doing. 

Kevin suddenly nudged me, “How about you, Will?” his eyebrows went up and down, and the grin on his face barely hid the eagerness he was showing. “You were gonna say something earlier.” 

“Oh, what’s this about?” Dave leaned over with an expectant gaze.  

“He’s been losing sleep over something. And this is the man who had just gained back his singlehood!” Kevin chuckled. 

I glanced at both of them, trying to keep my voice from reaching a pitch too high out of nervousness. “C’mon man, you always have the most interesting shit to say every time we meet.” 

Glancing down at my beer bottle, I hypnotized myself on the swirling foam and malt I could see from the small opening. I hope they forgive me for what I’m about to say. 

“You okay W—”

“—I have to research how a male alpha breeds a male omega and learn about omega heat cycles.” 

A shocked silence enveloped the both of them. I made sure not to make eye contact and just continued drinking the last ounce of my alcohol. 

“Excuse me, but what the fuck?” Kevin said. 

“You heard me.” I glanced at him. 

Dave raised his hand to the server. “We need another set of beer here.” 

...

Our table is halfway filled with beer bottles. We ordered some food to munch on, as they kept asking more questions about my case. Kevin has removed his blazer and laid it down beside him. Dave, meanwhile, moved his seat beside me. My two friends made sure I’m sandwiched between them. 

“Okay.” Kevin ran his fingers through his curls. “I get the part where this publisher is suing others for copyright infringement, cause you know, same idea and shit.” He kissed his bottle and took a few more gulps. “But Jesus Christ Will, an entire fandom dedicated to this kink? And I didn’t know about this?” 

“Don’t forget,” Dave chuckled, “she stole the idea but claims it’s not ‘fanfic’.” He quoted in the air.

“Look, I’m still researching who is in the wrong and who is in the right. But—"

“—No, fuck that, Will.” Kevin leaned closer. “What is the omega verse, though?” 

Dave opened another bottle and raised it against us, awaiting my explanation. I rubbed my flushed face in before giving out a sigh. 

“Well, it’s like a premise of a world where there’s three genders.” I said. “And they’re called Alpha, Betas, and Omegas.” 

“Alpha. Like an alpha male? As in frat boys?” Dave’s eyebrow rose. “Don’t we have that? The chads, the nice guys, and the simps?” Kevin and Dave chuckled and clinked their beers together. 

I shook my head. “No, like literally. It can be like from any time period, but that’s the gist of it. A society where there are three genders. The Betas are like us. Only beta men can impregnate beta women. No mating cycles and no so-called ‘pheromones’ that influence us to mate like animals.” 

“Holy shit, Will.” Kevin gave me an impressed look. “You’re the most vanilla-ass man I’ve ever met! And look at you now lecturing me about kinks—” 

“—Shh!” Never have I ever covered his mouth so fast. “Kevin please keep it down.” My face grew hotter as I felt myself embarrassed by some of the bar patrons glancing in our direction. 

“Okay?” Kevin raised his hands. “What about an alpha and omega?” 

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down before I took a drink of the malty beer, letting it flow down into my throat smoothly. Yep, I definitely need this. I really wanna prepare myself for what I’m about to lie on the table. 

“Well, only male and female alphas can impregnate male and female omegas.” 

“I’m sorry.” Dave waved his hands to hold everything up. “Did you just say that alphas are the only ones able to breed with an omega? So, like even female alphas, can get a male omega pregnant?” 

I nodded. 

“How does that work, though, dude?” Kevin raised his hand. This time, he ordered tequila. Frankly, I think I need one too. A bottle of clear liquid landed on our table, along with three shot glasses. 

“Okay Will, we’re ready. Talk.” Kevin said as he poured each in the glasses and passed it to us. 

  “Well,” I started, taking down the shot. “So alphas, whether male or female, have um…” 

“Dicks. Just say it, man.” Kevin had the most neutral expression that made me second guess why I’m friends with him in the first place. 

My eyes shut in embarrassment. I took the tequila bottle and poured some. Not one, but two shots. I can’t believe I am talking about werewolf kink from the internet. On a Friday night. At a bar. With my friends. Who are actual lawyers. 

“Fine. Both male and female have dicks. And they are into this mating cycle called ‘rut’. And it enables them to breed with the omega successfully. During mating, whether normal mating or doing it during a rut, they can do this thing called knotting. It’s like…it locks the dick in and they’re unable to, you know…” my hand gestures to let them put two and two together, “…pull out until it’s done.”

“Like for canines?” Dave’s eyebrows rose.

“Kinky.” Kevin chuckled and took another shot of the clear alcohol. 

I raised my brows in agreement. “And the omega male and female meanwhile have this thing called ‘heat’ where they would wanna mate with an alpha. They would get turned on by the smell of pheromones. And during heat cycles, they can get pregnant, like I said.”

Dave’s eyebrow rose. “Holy shit. So even women alphas have dicks?” 

“So omega males have pussies and carry babies?” Kevin added. 

I choked on the next shot of alcohol, amazed at how crass my two friends were. Sweet Lord almighty, I became an intellectual property lawyer in hopes of me not getting into anything scandalous. I definitely guessed wrong. “Yes.” 

“Will, what have you gotten yourself into?” Kevin chuckled as he shook his head, chugging another shot of tequila. 

“So this is like a werewolf kink?” Dave nodded, still giggling, and obviously a little buzzed. 

“Yeah, kinda.” 

“And there’s a whole site for it?” Kevin said in amazement. “I feel you would definitely be an omega, Will.” he ruffled my short hair. 

Dave crossed his arms. “No thanks, I’ll stay on the Beta side.” 

“Suit yourself, man,” Kevin grinned. “I’m definitely an alpha.” 

A phone ring snapped us out. Dave held up his finger and answered the call. It was his wife from the looks of his expression as it changed from a drunk guy to sobering up really quick. After a minute, our friend hung up the call and grabbed his jacket. 

“Gotta go, guys, wife’s calling me. Same time next month?” Dave smiled. 

We both nodded and waved him off as he left through the door. I’m still confused about how I’m going to be dealing with my case. Is this the universe’s way of laughing at me? Like how my marriage ended because I barely touched my wife and kept drowning myself with work? And now I’m thrown into this kinky copyright lawsuit that I have no idea how to even understand mating and heat cycles? 

“You look lost, baby girl.” Kevin said. 

I snapped out and cringed at the reference. “Oh my god, don’t call me that.” We took a few more shots of the bottle. About half an hour later, we called the server to pick up our tab. Me and Kevin left the bar and walked to the parking lot where our cars were. I was quiet the whole time until we arrived at the black sedan, mine to be exact. 

“Hey listen Will,” Kevin said. 

I turned to him and saw him rubbing the back of his neck. “If you need someone to talk to, I’m here. You know that, right?” 

“Of course, man.” My lips curved into a smile. “I’ll hit you up if I need more help with the omega verse case.” 

Kevin looked surprised before laughing, “Of course, your alpha is here to help.” 

I felt my cheeks grow hot and roll my eyes, “See you next week, Kevin.” I said and unlocked my car and opened my door. Kevin helped me get in and closed the door for me. 

“See you next week, my omega.” 

-The end- 

[thenanbakacorner]

Holy heck, my Cell13 as Parents Headcanons reached 200 notes!! Didn’t think it’d be this loved! Here, have some mini scenarios of our favorite jailbreakers reacting to their S/O’s pregnancy- going off of the previous parent Headcanons- as thanks! (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*: ･ﾟLike with the Headcanons, these take place once the guys are no longer imprisoned. * * *

🔓 Jyugo 🔓

“I’m pregnant.”

Those two words made Jyugo freeze, his eyes blowing wide. Had he heard that right?! There’s no way..!

“W.. what?”

You blinked, slightly narrowing your eyes with a slight curl of your lips, as if saying “You heard me.” Jyugo in turn looked down at your stomach, a soft breath leaving his lips.

“S-seriously?”

His voice started to waver a bit, and he stepped forward once. A tiny smile came to your face, and you reached out to grab his wrist, gently pulling it to your midsection.

“Seriously.”

Your confirmation prompted the boy to gasp ever so softly once again, his eyes unable to leave the spot where his hand rested on your tummy.

He was.. gonna be a dad? He, the person who’s ever only been good at breaking out of prison, was gonna be a dad?!

Holy shit. Holy shit.

His breathing slightly picked up, and he glanced up at your eyes, a happy but anxious glint in his eyes.

“A-are you sure we’re.. ready for this? I mean— don’t get me wrong, I know we both agreed to trying for a baby and all, and I’m happy, but—“

“Jyugo.”

He shut up quickly at your voice and slightly flinched at the seriousness in your tone. However, he relaxed when he saw the smile on your face, and you slightly squeezed his wrist in reassurance.

“It’s okay. Everything will be fine. You’ll see.”

You lean forward and place a gentle kiss on his forehead, making him hum slightly in a mix of uncertainty yet happiness. He sighed and smiled as well, using a hand to bring your face back to his once you pulled away so he could give you a proper kiss.

You giggled happily and wrapped your arms around him, deepening your kiss. Jyugo thought to himself as you held each other close. Yeah.. you were right. As long as you two were together, everything would be fine.

🎲 Uno 🎲

“I’m pregnant.”

Uno gasped, blinking as he took a second to process the news. A wide smile came to his face soon after and he took your hands in his, holding them tight.

“Holy shit, really?! You’re not kidding?!”

A slight laugh rumbled in your throat, and you cocked a brow at him, gesturing to your belly.

”Kid you about having a baby? That would just be mean. No, I’m not kidding about this kid.”

“OH MY GOD, YESS!!”

He scooped you up in his arms with ease, spinning you around as he laughed triumphantly, exclaiming things like, “Imma be a dad!!” and “We did it!!” and similar sentences of the like.

To say this man was happy would be an understatement. A huge understatement.

He proved it with his actions and words, as once he stopped spinning you before you both got dizzy, he peppered you in kisses all over your face, hugged you tight, and repeated words of affection like a broken record.

You giggled and cooed at his behavior. It was beyond adorable seeing him so happy, and it made your own heart flutter in excitement and joy.

When he finally pulled back and looked down at your stomach, he laughed again and got down onto his knees, cupping either side of your tummy in both hands and leaning forward to repeatedly press gentle kisses around where your belly button was.

A few minutes passed of him just loving on your soon-to-be baby bump, and when he finally stood up to pull you into a hug, he started rambling on and on about how happy he was and how the two of you were gonna be great parents.

You just laughed and rambled along with him. How you loved this man.

🍩 Rock 🍩

“I’m pregnant.”

Rock nearly choked on the donut he was eating, and had to smack his chest a few times to dislodge the piece that got caught in his throat.

When he composed himself, he set the donut aside, whipped his head up to look at you from where he sat on the bed, and put both hands on his lap as he leaned forward.

“You’re what?!”

“Pregnant.”

You repeated, an amused smile coming to your face and arms crossing with a cocked brow.

“Don’t tell me you forgot that we started trying for a baby!”

“No, no, I didn’t, but— holy crap—“

Rock put a hand on his head, still taken aback by the news. He didn’t expect the two of you to get a baby this quickly! You only started trying a few weeks ago!!

“I just— that fast?!”

You snorted and nodded once. Yes, that fast. Guess you guys just got lucky. Or one or both of you is quite fertile.

“Oh my god.”

Rock had to take another moment to process, but when you tilted your head and asked him if he was alright, he finally chuckled, smiled softly and stood up, pulling you into a hug.

“I’ve never been better, honey.”

He assured, nuzzling his face into your hair. You awwed at his words, and leant into his touch, wrapping your own arms around him as the two of you idly swayed in place and shared loving comments.

In hindsight, you probably should’ve waited for him to finish eating before breaking the news lest you caused him to choke worse, but you were happy with your lover’s reaction either way.

💊 Nico 💊

“I’m pregnant.”

Nico had been quite focused and absorbed in his gaming console, but hearing you say that had his head turning instantaneously, his eye widening like a saucer.

“HUH?!”

He exclaimed, scrambling to sit up from his laid position on the couch, sitting on his calves and both hands on his knees as he stared up at you. He had the widest smile on his face, eyes almost seeming to sparkle. “Really?!”

You laughed lightly, heartwarmed by your lover’s excited reaction. He always was a family man, cooing at any babies or kids the two of you came across, so when you had brought up starting a family, he was anything but hesitant to start trying.

You smiled wide right back at him and nodded twice, a hand coming to your stomach for emphasis.

“Really really.”

Nico squealed loudly in excitement and practically jumped at you, wrapping his arms around you tightly and nuzzling his face against yours.

“Oh my gosh, Y/N!! That’s amazing!!”

He cried out as he squeezed you close, and you could see tears starting to form in his eye. You cooed and used a thumb to wipe his tears, kissing his nose as the two of you embraced.

“So.. you’re happy?”

You asked, a playful tone in your voice. No duh he was happy, but you couldn’t help yourself. He was so cute!

“You kidding?!”

Nico exclaimed, opening his teary eye to look at you with a huge grin, his cheeks dusted with a rosy, happy blush.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy before!!”

“Aww, Nico!~”

Nico used his hold on your shoulders to pull you close again and kiss you lovingly and deeply. This boy was such a sweetheart, and you were glad to be able to fulfill one of his many wishes— to give him the gift of parenthood. He definitely deserved it.

[shemarmooresfedora]

Rebuilding Family

Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.

Pairing: Spencer x Fem! Reader

Masterlist

Chapter 10

You were packing up your stuff as students filed out of the lecture hall, it was your last class of the day. As you were walking out towards the parking lot, your phone started to vibrate in your bag. It was the school.

“Hello?” you answered.

“Hi Y/N. It’s Mrs. Flynn. I was just calling to let you know that Jo is now waiting inside with me because she was getting cold outside,” she informed you.

“Spencer’s not there?” you questioned, looking at the time displayed on your phone.

Pickup time was fifteen minutes ago.

“I’m on my way. I’ll be there in ten minutes. Sorry for the inconvenience,” you opened your car door and set your bag down in the passenger seat, turning on the ignition.

“No worries, I have to reorganize the classroom library anyways so I was already planning on staying after.”

Once the call ended, you tried to call Spencer but it went straight to voicemail.

“Hey Spencer, I don’t know if you forgot but it was your day to pick up Jo. I’m getting her now,” you said as you reversed out of your parking spot.

Minutes later, your phone rang again. Expecting Spencer’s contact to show up on screen, your brow furrowed when the name read “JJ” instead.

“Hi JJ?” you said, more of a question than a greeting.

“Y/N, Spencer has been shot. I already told Will to go back to the school to pick up Jo. You should get here if you can. He’s in surgery now but there has been no update since he went in,” JJ explained.

“Oh my god. Okay, I’m turning around now. How did this happen? He didn’t mention he was on a case?” you pulled into a random parking lot to turn around.

“Well technically, we weren’t. We had a lead on a possible local case and we went to interview a potential witness who could give us some more information. We realized too late that he was the unsub. He thought we were on to him and shot Spencer in the leg while trying to escape.”

You had silent tears running down your face.

“I’m five minutes out” is all you could muster and then you hung up the phone.

You ran into the ER doors to find the rest of the team in the waiting room. You were glad you went to Rossi’s dinner party now or else this would have been a much more awkward first meeting.

“Any updates?” you asked frantically.

“No,” Derek sighed, “But no news is good news.”

You took the empty seat in between JJ and Penelope and put your face in your hands, not wanting everyone to see your tears.

-

Two hours of crappy coffee and vending machine snacks as your only source of sustenance later, a doctor emerged from behind the double doors.

She had a completely neutral expression that you couldn’t read but then again you weren’t a profiler.

“Dr. Spencer Reid?” she asked, glancing down at her clipboard.

All of you stood and desperately crowded around her.

“Dr. Reid is in stable condition and awake. The bullet went into his thigh but it wasn’t through and through. He will need to be on crutches for about a week or so but luckily the bullet wound is near the edge of his thigh rather than the middle, meaning recovery time will be shorter,” she explained.

There was a collective sigh of relief along with a few “thank god”s.

“Although he is awake, I don’t think it’s best if you all go in at once since he is very drowsy. He has been asking for a Y/N?” the doctor looked around at you all.

All eyes fell on you. You collected yourself, grabbing your purse and following the doctor down the hall.

“I’ll let you know how he is,” you told everyone before you disappeared past the double doors.

The doctor guided you into a room at the end of the hall. You thanked her quietly and she nodded in acknowledgement, leaving you two alone. Spencer had his eyes closed but his hospital bed was inclined so he was sitting up slightly. You briskly walked over and took the seat right beside him. You took his hand in yours and squeezed it lightly, combing his messy hair out with your fingers.

As you were softly massaging his scalp, you heard a light groan. You retracted your fingers immediately as Spencer began to open his eyes.

Once Spencer took in his surroundings, he quickly sat up completely in bed, letting out a yelp of pain.

“Jo...it was my turn to pick up,” he said frantically.

“Hey, look at me, Spence. It’s okay, she’s at JJ and Will’s. You were shot in the thigh though so you’re not going anywhere. Please lie back down,” you assured him.

He nodded his head, relaxing a bit and looking down at his hands in his lap. He seemed to be processing something in his head.

“You called me ‘Spence’,” he stated.

Shit. That was twice now. It keeps slipping.

“Sorry, I-,” you began to ramble some apology that you didn’t even know where you were going with it. Luckily, he stopped you before you could further embarrass yourself.

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing,” he spoke softly as he looked up at you, tears threatening to fall.

“I was so scared, Y/N,” he sobbed.

You swiftly pulled him into your embrace, tucking his head into your neck as you began to gently stroke his hair again.

“It’s okay, let it out. I can’t imagine what that was like. I’m so sorry you had to go through that but you're safe now, I promise,” you whispered to him.

“I was so afraid I was going to abandon you and Jo again. It hurt worse than the actual bullet,” he muttered into your neck.

You removed your hands from his hair and cupped his cheeks, forcing him to look up at you.

“Spencer Reid, you did not abandon Jo in the first place so there is no ‘again’. Second of all, you would have died a hero saving lives and I would have made sure Jo knew that and she never forgot her Daddy or how much he loved her,” you spoke earnestly, never breaking eye contact.

Spencer’s eyes softened. A second later, his lips were on yours again. This time, however, you didn’t pull away. Life was too short and this was already complicated as is, what’s the harm.

You basked in the familiarity of his lips locking with yours. Once he finally pulled away for air, he rested his forehead against yours.

“Go out with me. A real date. No more college dorm dates with takeout,” he smiled.

“You know you didn’t have to get shot to ask me out, right?” you teased.

“I thought I needed a grand gesture,” he beamed, chucking lightly.

“Yeah, Spence, I’ll go on a date with you.”

His lips found yours once again.

-

“Jo, are you ready?” you called out from the kitchen, packing snacks.

“Mommy, I’m already at the door!” she exclaimed.

Jo was eager to go see her Daddy at the hospital. You would spend the day there until he was discharged and then he would live with you guys for the week. You insisted on being there to take care of him while he was healing. You didn’t want him hobbling around all alone in his apartment.

When you walked out to the front entryway, there was a stack of various toys and books that hadn’t been there when you came down the stairs.

“What is this?” you gestured to the pile, amused.

“Daddy has big boo-boo so he needs stuff to cheer him up,” she stated.

“I don’t think we are going to be able to bring all this. Plus, remember Daddy is coming home with us later today. So here’s what we will do,” you handed Jo her dinosaur backpack, “You pack all the stuff you can fit in this bag that you think Daddy needs right away and the rest of the stuff can wait.”

Jo made quick work of sorting through her massive pile, trying to decide what would make her dad the most happy.

-

“Daddy!” Jo excitedly screamed, running towards the bed.

“Jo!” he returned with the same sentiment.

She was unable to get up on the bed herself so you had to lift her up.

“Remember what I said, careful with Daddy or he won’t get better,” you reminded her.

“You can sit her on my good leg,” Spencer patted his right thigh where you gently set Jo down.

“We brought you loads of stuff, Daddy,” Jo chirped, looking over at you.

You revealed a box of donuts from your bag and the coffee tray you had been holding. You handed him a chocolate frosted donut with sprinkles and Jo a strawberry frosted with sprinkles. The two ‘cheers’ed their donuts before biting into them.

“Jo also brought you some things to cheer you up,” you handed her her backpack.

First, she promptly pulled out a pink Disney princesses band-aid and stuck it on Spencer’s already bandaged thigh.

“You need that so it doesn’t get infected,” she repeated Spencer’s words from when she fell at Rossi’s dinner party.

“Thank you, princess. What would I do without you?” he kissed the top of her head as she rummaged around in her backpack some more.

She set up her five favorite dinosaur toys on his tray table in front of them, glancing up at him for approval.

“Perfect,” he smiled, nodding.

Next, she pulled out a piece of paper that had been colored on.

“Who’s this?” Spencer asked, looking at the three stick figures doodled on the paper.

“That’s you, that’s Mommy, and that’s me,” she pointed to each of the sketches.

“Aw, that one is definitely making the fridge,” you smiled.

Finally, Jo took out her Magic Tree House book that she was currently reading. She needed help with some of the words but either you or Spencer or the both of you would help her read it every night.

“You already finished the last one?” Spencer picked up the new book that was next in the series, examining it and smiling proudly.

“And I didn’t need help with a single word on the last chapter,” Jo beamed.

“You’re so smart,” Spencer kissed her head again, “let’s see how far we can get on this one before we can go home.”

[simpurnatural]

“This is Mine” - T. Chalamet

[series masterlist ] || [teaser] || [chapter 1] || [chapter II] || [chapter III] || [chapter IV] || [chapter V]

Note from Nat: “So apparently, this post didn’t go through earlier when I tried publishing it before my flight. The series finale! I’m so glad that you all enjoyed this story as much as I did. This was also the first series I was able to finish! It’s truly a Christmas miracle!”

D/n - Means “Dad’s name” not “deez nutz”

Warning ⚠️: Slight smut, Swearing,

Pairing(s): CEO!Timothee Chalamet x Assistant!Reader

Any writing errors? Point them out! Love some helpful feedback! <3

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! WORKING ON (0) REQUESTS <3

MERRY CHRISTMAS, MY LOVES!

All For You

You shot up from bed at the sound of your alarm blaring. Upon grabbing your phone, the time revealed that you were late. Looking around, you grabbed some clothes before dashing into the bathroom to brush your teeth. 

“Shit.” you muttered with toothbrush in mouth.

After spitting out the toothpaste, you brushed your hair quickly before tying it into a bun. You finally unlocked your phone and tried calling your parents, worried that they might’ve thought that you left them stranded at the airport.

All your calls were sent to voicemail to which you apologized over and over again in each message before hanging up and calling again. Finally slipping on your shoes, you went to open your front door. The knob turned on its own and three voices were heard, in walked Timothee with your parents. 

“You picked them up?” you asked your boyfriend to which he nodded.

“Yeah, sorry I didn’t tell you.” he replies with a sheepish smile. “Thought you would’ve like to sleep in.” he says with a jug of coffee and box of donuts in his arms.

“Here, we can put that on the table.” you instructed him quickly before turning to your parents and embracing them in a hug. “I missed you guys so much.” you sighed happily.

“Well, we’re here now!” your dad beamed before pointing to Timothee. “I’ve only just met the kid and he’s already stepping up!” he chuckles.

“I appreciate that Mr. L/n. But it’s really the least I could do.” Timothee assures as he walked over to help them with their luggage.

“Timothee, call me D/n!” your dad insisted as they sat on the couch. “Now tell me, what do you do for a living?” he asks as an arm pulled you into the kitchen.

“Oh my God,” your mom mouthed, silently freaking. “That’s him?!” she gasps before you slapped a hand over her mouth.

“Yes mom,” you groaned, hoping Timothee didn’t hear anything.

Your mom took your face in her hands and whispered, “Blink three times if you’re in danger.” she instructed

Swatting her hands away with a laugh, you explained “No, no. He’s actually really great.” with a lovey smile on your lips.

“Aw,” Mom gasped with a hand over her heart. “I’m so happy for you, honey,” she smiled, pulling you into a warm embrace.

“Thank you Mom,” you grinned before the two of you headed back into the living room

“Let’s open these presents!” Timothee cheered, clapping his hands together.

“Is the camera ready?” you mom asked, turning to your dad who was struggling with the tripod stand.

“Yep almost!” he assures with a thumbs-up motion.

“Okay, now I have a very special present for you.” Timothee says as he got up from his seat beside you. “I’ll be right back,” he smiles before walking away.

“Wonder what it is.” you say as swarms of gift wrapping swarmed you like a  tornado filled with holiday cheer.

Timothee came shuffling back with a huge box probably half the size of his tall stature. When he placed it in front of you, the sound of whining and scratching could be heard from it.

“Please don’t tell me there’s a rat in there,” you said, grabbing hold of his sweater.

“It’s fine, just open it.” he chuckles, pointing to the cardboard flaps.

Upon opening the box, a puppy came jumping out all excited. You let out a gasp as the small golden retriever crawled into your arms and began licking your face.

“Hey little girl!” you cooed, holding it up to eye level and noticing the its lower half. “-Guy!”

“Honey what’re are you gonna name it?” your mom asks, waving to the small pup.

“Not sure yet,” you replied as you offered him to your boyfriend. 

The dog let out a small bark and went to bite Timothee’s nose. Both of them were drenched with drool. The sound of cameras shuttering was heard and the three of you turned to see your dad finally working the camera.

“Okay everyone! Stand in front of the tree!” Your dad instructs, making his way to it. “Ten seconds!” he warns as everyone else got up and stood with him.

“Say Christmas!” your mom beams.

“Christmas!” everyone recites with big grins on their faces and the camera went off.

“I think I blinked.” Timothee says right after the camera flash.

...

“You guys got my address?” you asked your mom, again.

“Yes sweetheart,” she nodded, “Don’t worry, we’ll be back tomorrow!” she waves as she and your dad made their way to the stairs.

After they turned the corner, you shut the front door and turned to Timothee. He stood in the living room, picking up empty glasses and throwing away trash.

“Merry Christmas baby,” you sighed contently, walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his waist. “Thanks for everything,”.

“Least I could do for ya, doll-face,” he assures as your puppy lay asleep underneath the Christmas tree.

“I mean it. You went as far as going through JFK airport on a holiday to pick up my parents,” you huffed at the thought of all that traffic. 

“Well I just like to see you happy,” he smiles, placing dishes in the sink and garbage in the bin.

“I wanna return the favor,” you smirked, Timothee looked up and saw you take off your jumper. “Now help me take off these clothes,” you order, “I’ve had this bra on all day,”

Your boyfriend followed you into the bedroom and closed the door behind him. His jaw literally following to the floor when you turned to face him in your decked out lingerie look.

“For me?” he asked, pointing to himself with the shocked look still on his face.

“All for you,” you replied as you he approached you. “What a lucky guy,”

“I am,” he chuckled as he pulled you in. “Now tell me, think you made the naughty or nice list?” he asked.

“You tell me,” you replied, leading him to the bed. “Have I been bad??”

 “I think you’ll have to show me,” he whispered into your ear. “If you can be a good girl,”

YEARS LATER...

The sound of little thunderous footsteps erupted throughout the penthouse. You heard Timothee chuckle at the chanting of the same two words continuously echoed.

“Santa came! Santa came!” your two daughters cheered as they swung open your bedroom door. 

“Oh really?” you asked, as they both climbed into bed excitedly.

“Yeah!” your youngest nodded as you both sat up. 

“Did he eat all the cookies?” you gasped, looking to your husband.

“Mhm! And the milk!” the eldest gasped, wide-eyed. “It was all gone!”

“He must’ve really liked them. Mommy makes the best cookie.” Timothee says with a shit-eating grin since he ate a good majority of them the night before.

“Yeah, they’re so good that he didn’t even save any for me,” you add, elbowing him playfully. 

“Santa even got doggy a present!” the youngest giggles as he came trudging in with a treat the size of his face.

“Speaking of presents,” Timothee began, a brow raised, “Are my girls ready to open their presents?” he asked.

The two girls squealed at the idea and pulled him out of bed in an instant. Your husband looked back at you and halted. He offered you his hand which you gladly took

“C’mon daddy!” your eldest whined as they dragged you both down the stairs.

You watched from the couch as Timothee helped them tear open their presents. Your heart swelled at the sight. If you told you from a few years ago that this guy would be the man you married, she’d call you psycho. 

But this was everything you ever wanted, coming from the person you least expected.

FIN

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I hope you guys really enjoyed this series! I’m very proud of it and this one for sure is one for the books! Thanks for the support and feedback from everyone of you! <3

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[bonky-n-steeb]

𝐵𝑅𝐸𝐴𝑇𝐻𝐸

𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙾𝙽𝙴

𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙆!𝘽𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙔 𝘽𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙀𝙎 𝙭 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍 | 𝙈𝙊𝘽!𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙑𝙀 𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙓 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬: Your life is as good as it gets. The perfect husband, the perfect daughter, the perfect job. But what you are unaware is that your husband is a deadly assassin and your long-lost friend, now a fearsome mob boss is hell bent on getting you back. But what you don’t know can't hurt you, right?

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: psychological disorder, PTSD, domestic abuse, yandere, obsession, violence, cursing. If you find any of this triggering please DNI. Also inform me if I left something out.

ᴛʜɪs ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴀ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, sᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ

Oh, lawd! i have to post everything again! Send me all your energy. If you wanna be tagged, just inform me!

Also, I’ll be changing the story by a little, (or by a lot, idk) from my previous version.

You were feeling like John Travolta from the music video of Stayin’ Alive. Vibing to your own rhythm, living your own freedom. Attending college miles away from your hometown, you were the captain of your ship. Though you loved your parents more than anything, you were glad for the freedom granted upon you.

Your Freshmen year had just begun and you had already made a few friends. But what you didn’t want to accept just yet was your crush on one of them, Bucky. With his steely blue eyes and boyish charm, even a goddess might fall for him, and you were just a mortal. You were simply happy with being friends as you believed he would never like you and well, a little crush never hurt nobody.  

Completing your shift in a local bookstore, just outside the campus, you were walking back, lost in your own thoughts. What caught your attention was a group of howling high schoolers; from the look of it, they were barely a year to two younger than you. A group of tall and popular kids were bullying a skinny, helpless dude; ufff the usual cliché you thought to yourself. What you failed to notice though was his bleeding nose.  

You were a kind soul, always helping others, but you were no fool. All alone in an unknown town, you weren't going to confront the burly teens who were twice your own size. After giggling and cracking some stupid jokes on the poor dude trying to impress a girl, they left him and that’s when you noticed all the blood. You quickly crossed the road and walked towards him. He seemed smaller than he was as he was crouching down and trying to rub all the blood.

“Hey! Pinch your nose, don’t disturb it by rubbing.” you said while bending down. “Uhh, okay... thanks!” he looked at you with big doe eyes and you were utterly mesmerized by the blue oceans he had for his eyes. “Do you.. Do you need something else kid? Where do you live?” you asked giving him a candy and your water bottle. “I’m no kid!” he exclaimed and you flinched.  

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you. You are helping me and here I am shouting at you.” You could clearly see remorse in his eyes and you wondered why would someone hurt him? “yeah, yeah.. It's Okay... now have this candy, the sugar will help you feel better.” you said with a soft smile. “thank you so much... and by the way I live two streets across. I mean I can go by myself, I'm a grown-up.. But...” he trailed off and you helped him get up.

“I’m Steve” he tried his best to smile and you followed by sharing your own name. And with that his chatter train began, he explained that he was just trying to help another girl getting bullied, when the bullies decided to change their target and chase Steve instead.

“you should wear your own mask first and then help others wear theirs.” you quipped and instantly bit your tongue. “Hmm, what?” he asked genuinely curious. “what I meant is that you did what is correct and very brave, but sometimes you gotta think for yourself too. But these are just my thoughts.” you shrugged. “I’ll remember that.” he said with a genuine expression. And after a million thank yous he finally went in his house. By the size of his house, he seemed rich and you wondered maybe this wasn't that cliché.  

☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎

The next day, you were walking back the same road, when you thought of Steve. He really was a kind and sweet person. This world needed more of people like him. And just then you saw him smiling brightly and waving at you, his nose bandaged. He had a huge box in his hand.

“Heyyyyy! Thank you for helping me yesterday. So I just... kinda got this as a ... a token of appreciation. I considered you might like donuts, so I got you this.” He said rubbing his nape. His cheeks had become so red he looked like a ripe tomato. “well, if you haven’t already given me diabetes by saying so many thank yous, after eating sooo many donuts I’ll surely get it.” At that you both chuckled and the atmosphere became lighter. As you picked a donut, he looked at you with such admiration you thought you would melt then and there.

Suddenly with a stern expression you asked “what if it’s drugged?” His eyes widened and he stuttered, “I... I would never do that ...” he looked down and you thought he might cry. “hey waittt.. don’t get so sad.. I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry. I was just joking. I have this really bad habit of saying things when I shouldn’t. God I just ruined everything.” You just made a mental note not to joke around him, he seemed to be quite emotional. Though it was going to be difficult to tame your tongue. “don’t be. I just take things too literally.... anyway let’s have some donuts what say?” He said with such shine in his eyes you wondered whether he was sad just a moment before.

You both walked up to your university campus, munching on donuts. You both shared things about yourselves. You told him how you were passionate in becoming a doctor. He on the other hand talked about his struggles in studying. “will you help me? You are so smart and bright, will you help me study if I have a doubt or something?” he asked giving his big doe eyes.

You weren’t going to agree at first, you had just met him a day ago. But after looking in those calm blue pools of his eyes you agreed. Seeing the joy on his face, you wondered whether he just won an Oscar.

What you didn’t know was that Steve had already fallen in love with you, yes love, he was convinced that you were the one for him, his one true love. Not a moment had he been able to think of anything but you since he had met you. You were everything he needed and wanted and much more. He was simply desperate to spend more time with you.

☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎

It had been around six months since you met Steve. Over the time you two had turned out to be best friends. While Steve had fallen even more in love with you, you had fallen hopelessly in love with bucky. While you always told bucky about Steve and vice versa, you never confessed to Steve about your love for Bucky, thus furthermore increasing his hopes. You desperately wished to make Steve and Bucky meet. They were two important people in your life and you more than anything wished that they got together well.  

Today was the day when you decided to arrange a small meet and greet at the park where you and Steve met every day. You and Bucky walked together towards the tree where you usually sat with Steve waiting there for you. You knew both would like each other, but somewhere deep within your gut you were getting a not-so good feeling about this.  

Steve’s eyes lit up seeing you but as they turned to Bucky, it felt as if all the energy had been sucked out of him. You didn’t like that one bit. “Bucky!?” Steve exclaimed in half disappointment and half fear. “You both... you both know each other?” you ask bewildered. You tried chuckling to lighten the mood but by the looks of it they were sworn enemies, but you prayed that you were wrong. “yeah, we know each other a little too well... Uh... We were good friends once.” Steve quietly admitted.

All this time Bucky had his jaw clenched, dragging in a deep breath he began. “I knew it! I knew it would be you, you little fucker! You want to have everything don’t you? Goddammit! I had this feeling it was you but I thought it was too much of a coincidence, but no. fate had to be so cruel.” you were shocked to see Bucky's sudden outburst. You wondered what conspired between the two, as either hadn’t ever mentioned the other.  

You were snapped out of your thoughts with Bucky calling your name. “let’s go. I don’t want to see him even for a minute more and neither do you.” Bucky started pulling your hand but you stopped him “Bucky no. I guess you have some misunderstanding; Steve is a good person. And you don’t get to tell me who to talk to and who to not.”

Suddenly Bucky turned back to Steve, anger written all over his face. “You didn’t tell her, huh, did you? Don’t worry I'll tell her. Steve is the son of Joseph Rogers and he is the freaking Don Corleone of this area. Do you know how my father died? Steve’s father had him killed just because unknowingly he provided shelter to his father’s fugitive. Steve just pretends to be a caring, emotional person but he is a snake behind that mask, so is everyone in his family.” towards the end Bucky was in tears and you were in utter shock. Now that you tried to remember, Steve never really did tell you much about his family. And the fact that Steve wasn’t denying any single allegation made you want to puke your guts out.

“You have taken too much from me. But not this. Not her. Not the woman I love more than anything.” Bucky said it out loud in the heat of the moment. You were too dumbstruck to even blink. Did Bucky just confess that he loved you?  

Bucky turned to you and held your arm with such softness you wondered if he was just now screaming his lungs out at Steve. “I know I can't tell you who to be with, and I promise I never will in the future, but trust me you want to be caught up with him or his family. And still, if you choose him, well then, I can’t be with you.”

You knew you had to make a choice then and there, there was no going back, and you chose Bucky.

[live-the-fangirl-life]

Not a prompt exactly, but Fenrys filming drunk Lorcan being soft and silly with Elide and then showing him the next day

What Happens in Vegas... Part 2

Elide Lochan x Lorcan Salvaterre - Answered Prompt

Elide and Lorcan wake up to find a video Fenrys took of their wedding ceremony.

Part 1 | Masterlist | Read on Ao3

Warnings: Language

1658 words

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The first thing Elide noticed when she woke up was that her head felt like it was being crushed by a cement truck that was playing dubstep.

She groaned and then winced at the noise before turning to bury her face into the solid chest of the man lying next to her.

Lorcan wasn't any better. He felt like his head was going to explode if he moved too fast. But when he felt Elide press closer to him, he instinctively wrapped an arm around her, wincing, too, as the movement sent a wave of nausea through him. He used what little coherency he had to keep the stomach-churning feeling at bay.

They both slept restlessly for another hour before managing the harrowing act of sitting up. Well, Elide sat up. Lorcan tried to lift himself and deemed it too much work, so he threw his head back down into Elide’s lap, groaning as the movement made his head spin. She could hear a distant buzz that sounded like a phone notification.

Propped against the headboard, Elide took a steadying breath and slowly started to feel like herself again. She let one hand rest on Lorcan’s head while she ran her fingers through his hair and had the fleeting question of why she was wearing one of his earrings on her finger.

The buzzing kept coming and she saw her phone on the nightstand light up as message after message came in.

Wanting nothing more than a large cup of coffee, Elide grabbed her phone to see why she was being bombarded with messages. If the sound from across the room was any indication, Lorcan’s phone was also receiving dozens of texts. It made her pause a moment to wonder what the hell happened the night before.

The moment Elide opened the group chat, memories of the previous night flashed in her mind.

The casino. Drinking. Lorcan. A chapel. Elvis.

Oh gods. Elide looked down at the hand still in Lorcan’s hair and stared at the ring on her finger. Her pinky, not her ring finger, because it only fit on her pinky; she cringed as she remembered how Lorcan had removed his earring as an impromptu engagement ring.

Engagement ring.

Holy Hellas. Holy fucking Hellas. Engagement ring. Wedding. She and Lorcan had gotten married. In Vegas. By a fucking Elvis Impersonator.

She couldn’t stop the hysterical laugh that escaped her. This wasn’t a situation she ever thought she’d be in. She kept laughing even as Lorcan twisted his head and looked at her in bewilderment while groaning at the loud volume of it. She couldn’t help it.

Her laughter soon died as she realized she wasn’t freaking out. It was insane and impulsive and totally not like her to do that, yes—but it wasn’t bad. She wasn’t upset. When she thought about being married to Lorcan...her heart felt happy.

She smiled down at his face which had turned to press into her stomach as he wrapped an arm around her so he could use her to block out the light. The situation was unconventional, but so were they. And it made for one hell of a story

Elide went back to scrolling on her phone and tried to find the start of the messages from last night.

The first few were with Fenrys. It seemed she or Lorcan had called him to be the witness for their ceremony—why him and not someone else, she didn't know—and he responded immediately telling them not to say ‘I do’ before he could be there to record it.

And then he sent a video.

Elide shook Lorcan’s shoulder and waited until he grumbled something incoherent and turned his face towards her phone before pushing play.

The video was shaky but it clearly showed Elide and Lorcan standing in a chapel next to a man wearing an Elvis costume. Elide had Lorcan’s earring on his finger and Lorcan...Lorcan was wearing a veil pulled back over his hair. All the while Fenrys flipped the camera back and forth to show the couple and then his own excited face.

Lorcan’s arms tightened around Elide as he watched the video. He blinked once and sat up, rubbing a hand down his face, before looking pointedly down at her finger that still held his earring. When his eyes met hers again, they were worried. As if he was unsure what her reaction to all this would be.

“Did we…” He asked, brows furrowed,

“Yeah,” she nodded, glancing down at he finger again “we did.”

“We got married.”

“Uh-huh.”

“In Vegas, drunk off our asses, by Elvis?”

“Yup,” Elide answered with a ‘pop’ and finally let the grin that’d been aching to show itself, spread across her face.

Lorcan searched her face for any panic, but finding none, offered a small smile in return before resting his chin on her shoulder and gesturing for her to play the video.

“Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?” Elvis said, monotonously.

The Lorcan in the video nodded vigorously and replied “Yes, Mr. Elvis, sir. I want to make this woman my wife. Elide, El, ‘Lide, you are the coolest, most badass lady I know. Way better than Gala-what’s-her-face and more beautiful than...than..”

“Fenrys?” Drunk Elide suggested, giggling as Fenrys protested and shook the camera.

“Yes,” Drunk Lorcan agreed, “you are so much more beautiful than Fenrys.”

And then Drunk Lorcan lifted his hand and booped Drunk Elide on the nose, sending her into another fit of giggles.

Sober Elide was trying her absolute hardest not to laugh at the recording because Sober Lorcan looked like he was going to throttle Fenrys for getting evidence of this on video.

“And do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?” Elvis droned on.

Drunk Elide swayed as she laughed and then abruptly got herself back together before nodding. “I do. I do. Yeah, I take him to be Mr. Lochan. Mr. Lorcan Lochan,” Drunk Elide and Drunk Lorcan laughed while Sober Lorcan glowered and Fenrys hollered a cheer from behind the camera.

Drunk Elide kept talking. “Lorcan, I loooooove you,” she slurred the words, “I love that you’re a big ol’ grump to everyone but me, cause I’m adorable as fuck. And how when you hug me I feel like I’m wrapped up in the best blanket. And I really love your dic—”

Sober Elide snorted and Fenrys almost dropped the camera from laughing, effectively cutting off the rest of Drunk Elide’s vows.

“By the power vested in me, by Hunka Hunka Burning Love, I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may—”

Drunk Elide and Drunk Lorcan ignored the rest of what Elvis was saying, by pulling each other into a frenzied kiss. She had one leg hitched around his hips with his hands gripping her ass as her’s clawed at his back.

The camera suddenly flipped around to show Fenrys’ grinning face as he wiggled his eyebrows. “There you have it, folks. Mr. and Mrs. Lochan.” He grinned at something behind the screen, most likely Drunk Elide and Drunk Lorcan trying to stumble out of the chapel.

“Hey, man!” the sound of Drunk Lorcan’s voice echoed throughout the video as Fenrys narrated about him talking to a stranger passing by. “Have you met my wife?”

A moment passed and they could no longer hear Drunk Lorcan or Drunk Elide, but Fenrys kept grinning maniacally into the camera as he said “ Aelin, Rowan, you might have to give up the newlywed suite tonight!”

Then the video cut off.

Elide was quietly laughing as Lorcan groaned into her shoulder. He grumbled, “I am going to kill Fenrys. He sent that to everyone didn’t he?” And almost as an afterthought, he asked through clenched teeth, “Was I wearing a fucking veil?”

Elide couldn’t hold it in any longer and hunched over in a fit of laughter. “Lorcan, you make such a pretty bride.”

He growled and nipped at her shoulder. “Not funny.”

“Extremely funny.” She corrected and pulled the group chat back up. Sure enough, it was filled with responses.

“Rowan says 'Congrats, I hope you both have massive hangovers.'” She snorted at his next text, “'Aelin is pissed you ran off and got married without inviting her.'”

“Why did we invite Fenrys and not anyone else?” Elide asked.

“No fucking clue.”

She rolled her eyes before going back to the texts. “Aelin then writes 'I am so PISSED at you, Lochan, for not inviting me to your wedding! How can there be a ridiculous, Vegas wedding without ME involved....but congrats, I guess. I expect all the details once you and hubby sober up.'” Elide laughed, making a mental note to call Aelin after she has some coffee. “Then she sent a winky face and a bunch of eggplant and donut emojis.”

Lorcan grunted in acknowledgment.

“Aedion sends a thumbs up, and Lysandra writes 'My favorite part—besides Lorcan in a wedding veil, which will forever bring me joy—was when Elide talked about Lorcan’s dick.' And then more eggplant emojis.”

“Why are these people your friends?” Lorcan asked as he sat up again.

She laughed and caught the smirk on his face, “Don’t even try with that, Lochan,” she winked, “they’re your friends too.”

He rolled his eyes and snorted. “No, I am not going by Lorcan Lochan, no way.”

Elide laughed and got out of bed, finally noticing the piece of paper that had fallen to the floor. She picked it up and turned back towards him grinning.

“Lorcan Lochan, it has a certain ring to it.”

Lorcan just rolled his eyes but gave a small, resigned smile to his wife.

Wife.

Lorcan let a broad grin emerge as he thought about the diamond he had stashed in his sock drawer at home and realized that he’d get to replace the earring on Elide’s finger very soon.

*****

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i bet you look cute || fwb!luke

friends who get high, a proposal, rough foreplay, 1k, part 1

feedback is appreciated 

it was always a few texts at night before we fell asleep. texts became calls. and then before i knew it, he was at my apartment door with a joint in one hand and a box of donuts in the other. we didn’t think we were falling for each other, we were both too scared to do that. and we had spoken about it. “i’m not ready,” he said. “me neither,” i replied.

one night, he came by my place at around ten. just finished working on the studio, he said. i wanted to see you. i let him in, like i’d been doing for the past few weeks. i don’t think our friends realized what they were doing when they introduced us. maybe they thought we would end up working together. he, a musician. me, a songwriter. but luke and i never wrote a song together. we tried, though. it felt like that’s what we should been doing. making music together. but every time i sat on the piano, he would start messing with a melody and singing something about chicken strips, or the death of frogs, and i would start laughing so hard i couldn’t concentrate. then we’d plop on the couch and start talking and smoking. we would get so high. and that night, he said something that would change our whole dynamic.

“why haven’t you kissed me yet?”

i shrugged. not really expecting that question. of course i found him handsome. like a golden god. his hair, his eyes, his lips, his hands. of course i thought of him when he left and i was in bed, touching myself. but it was just a physical thing, i thought. i just wanted him, but i liked him, but i didn’t have any romantic feelings for him. not that i was aware of. “i don’t know,” i finally said. “why haven’t you?”

he pushed my feet off his lap and reincorporated himself on my sofa. this time, leaning a bit closer to me. his eyes were small and red, and he had a silly smile plastered across his lips. “i was just asking. it wasn’t an accusation.” he looked good. as good as it gets. his eyes pierced mine and i couldn’t look away from those baby blues. i don’t know what we were doing. we usually just talked about our friends in common and work and theories about the universe. this felt more personal. “do you think about me at night?” he asked and i laughed, that giggly laugh i get when i’m high. “what?” luke smiled.

“why are you flirting with me?” i pushed his shoulder lightly. a shot of electricity ran through my hand, to my elbow, to my arm, my shoulder, my neck, and stayed there in my brain, making me feel hazy. i had never thought about luke in that way. maybe because i thought he would never give me the time of the day, ever. not romantically, or sexually.

his grin grew. “because you’re adorable.” i felt my cheeks grow red, the tips of my ears getting hotter. “and i have a proposal for you.” he said he wasn’t nowhere ready for a relationship, but he felt attracted to me. i bit my lower lip when he said that word: attracted. “you can say no, but i just... i need to get laid,” he chuckled. “and i feel like you and i have good banter and we could just, you know, have more fun than we already do now, what do you say?” i said nothing. i just stared at him blankly. was he messing with me? “i’m not messing with you,” he said, as if he was reading my mind. “i bet you look cute with my hand around your throat.”

i laughed. it’s not like we hadn’t ever discussed sex. we had. we talked about fantasies and kinks and what we liked and didn’t like, but it always felt like good friends doing just that: talking. and now he was on my sofa, in front of me, with a hand pressed to his cheek, asking me to be friends with benefits. “oh, yeah?” i asked. “i bet you look cute with your head between my legs.”

“i bet you look cute with a mark on your ass.”

“i bet you look cute when you orgasm.”

we were getting closer, giggling like idiots, and before i knew it, i felt his plush lips on mine. the pressure was just right. it was a small peck and i opened my eyes when he pulled away for a second.

“i bet you look cute with my cock buried inside you.”

i bit my lower lip and nodded, “i would. i would look adorable.” i joked. he laughed, dropping his head and then looking back up at me. i could sense the heat in the air. as if we were two animals ready for a primal ritual. luke grabbed my chin and connected his lips to mine once again. i let him. we made out for a while. a song by the smiths playing in the distance. my hands went to the nape of his neck, fingers playing with the tips of his curls. “you wanna go to my room?” i asked between kisses.

“mhmm,” he nodded and kissed me one more time before pulling away and standing up. i followed suit and grabbed his hand. it was warm and the indents of his rings made me imagine what they would feel like if he fingerfucked me. i guided him to my room and once inside, he cupped my face and kissed me. this time, more passionately. “god, i’ve been thinking of this ever since i saw you in that tight ass blue dress.”

“go on,” i eagered him as i grabbed fistfuls of his shirt and untucked it of his pants. he was semi-hard.

luke grabbed my hair and pulled it a bit to pull my face away from his. i had never been so turned on. “i hope you like it rough,” he mumbled. “i just knew that day i had to fuck you, at least once in my life.”

****

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[misscaptainamericana]

Stay Stay Stay - Jake Jensen x Reader

word count: 1700

content warning: Jensen accuses reader of cheating and it causes a fight

Aisha and Clay had set up a company specializing in private investigating and mercenary work located in Boston. You were fresh out of MIT when you applied for the position to work for Jensen in the communication and tech department. You were the only one of the interns to actually get hired from your group and you had actually loved your job. Even better, your boss liked you! You were incredible when it came to hacking into things. He would almost be annoyed that you were faster than him if he didn’t find it so damn hot. It started small with coffees and donuts before evolving into bringing you snacks and finally sitting down for lunch together. These interactions carried on for a year before Pooch threw a Fourth of July barbeque at his house. You thought it was just a fun party with coworkers but it turns out it was one big ruse by the crew to set you and Jensen up. You didn’t mind of course, Jensen was adorable. The only thing that upset you was he didn’t have the balls to ask you out himself. He claimed he was too intimidated by you which you honestly found even more adorable. The giant of a man with biceps nearly the size of your head found you intimidating.

After that night is when the relationship started to heat up between you as the boundaries of the work relationship you had were removed. The days turned into weeks which turned into months of you and Jensen spending more and more time together. He basically lived at your place at this point. It was actually the night he was going to ask if the two of you just wanted to move in together when you walked into the apartment on your phone laughing at something on the screen. Jake was plating the food when he looked over at you with a smile, “Funny meme?”

“Hmm?” You asked looking up at him with a smile, “Oh, no it’s the work group chat. It smells good in here though! What did you make tonight?”

“Stir Fry for Friday!” He answered you in a little jingle as you walked over and hugged him from behind. “What’s the work chat talking about?”

“Well, it’s Janet’s birthday on Monday so a few of us were trying to figure out what to do. Candice is making a cake so Alex and I thought that we could sneak into the office on Sunday and wrap her entire desk.”

“Oh…Just you and Alex?”

“Yeah, he’s kinda my work husband when you and the squad go out on missions together. Candice calls us the disaster duo.”

He tried to hide his disdain by simply nodding before quickly finishing plating dinner.

As you sat down for dinner trying to make small talk, Jake just couldn’t shake what you said. He tried to let it go, he really wanted to, but he finally put his fork down and looked across the table at you. “Since when did you and Alex become so close?”

“I guess since he started working for us? He’s always been a cool guy to hang out with. I wish he would get rid of the stupid nerf gun but I think you, him, and Cougar get too much joy of having them around the office.”

He leaned back in his chair clenching his jaw running through every interaction you and him both had with Alex.

You looked over his changed demeanor with a nervous laugh, “Why is it such a big deal?”

He shook his head with a sigh, “You called him your work husband so I’m trying to put together the pieces here.”

“It’s just a term that people use, Jake! We’re friends!”

“No! You said he was your work husband when I’m gone, meaning you act differently with him when I’m not around!”

“Okay, now you’re putting words in my mouth. You’re acting like I’m sneaking off to go have sex with him on Sunday!”

“Are you?”

“Oh my fucking god, Jacob. You are such a fucking child. Go through all my texts, call him, I don’t care.” You told him before throwing your phone at him from across the room, “Just lock the fucking door on your way out.” You told him before angrily disappearing into your bedroom and locking the door behind you.

The next morning you woke up to an empty bed and it finally hit home what happened last night. This was the first real fight you too had. Six months together and never so much as a disagreement had ever exploded into this. With a sigh you pulled yourself out of bed, lazily pulling on some sweatpants and shirt before making your way into the living room. You stopped in place almost too stunned to move as you saw Jake sitting on your couch, “You’re still here?”

He gave you a slow nod with a sad smile, “I wanted to apologize.”

You immediately relaxed with a smile, “I was actually going to call you to talk about what happened.”

He clapped his hands together before standing up, “Great! Let me just use the restroom to brush my teeth and get a new set of clothes, then we can make breakfast and talk. That okay?”

“Of course.” You smiled up at him as he walked up to you and kissed the top of your head before disappearing into your bedroom.

Going into the kitchen, you started pulling out the things you would need to make breakfast. You started pulling ingredients out of the fridge and as you turned to place them on the counter you saw Jake making his way out of your bedroom wearing a football helmet. A few months ago you attended Pooch’s Halloween party, Jake was a football player and you were a referee. You had completely forgotten about it until now. You placed your hands on your hips and started to laugh, “What the hell is this?”

“Listen, I’m just taking safety precautions! You threw that phone last night like a pro! If I’m going to be around you with knives I gotta protect myself!” He claimed, walking towards you with his hands up. With a small pout you looked up at him as you wrapped your arms around his waist in a tight hug, “I’m sorry I threw my phone at you.”

“I’m sorry I accused you of cheating…I deserve the phone being thrown at me, that was really fucked up.”

“It’s okay. I didn’t realize how the relationship I had with Alex sounded when I said it. He’s like my older brother, I don’t see him like that at all. The same way you would always bring me lunch and refill my water when we first started working he does that when you leave because he knows I’m too much of a workaholic to take a break. The girls just find it funny.” He nodded, understanding the situation, while lightly rubbing your back before his face fell into a frown as you sighed before continuing, “If we’re being honest, I become a neurotic mess when you go out on missions. They put me in your big office to work alone because of my nervous habits and I’ve snapped at them a few times, which is fine I get. Alex is the only one brave enough to check on me.”

“You get that nervous when I leave?”

“Of course I do, Jake. Anything could go wrong and stop you from coming home and my mind races with all of those possibilities.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because you love your job and I’m not going to make you choose between your friends and what you love to do and me. And if we’re being honest, it’s a little embarrassing how clingy I am to you.”

He smiled, “I like it though, you’re my little spider monkey.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile, “Can we make breakfast now?”

“How about we make a safe space to continue this conversation? You make us those great omelets and I will set us up a pillow fort in the living room. We can eat there and watch cartoons before cuddling up and talking.”

“I think that’s an amazing idea.”

He leaned down to give you a kiss even though it was a little awkward with the bulky helmet on before pulling away from you and beginning to set up the fort.

It was a great morning. A very calm and warm shift from the cold storm that ran through last night. You both ate your breakfast and had coffee while watching some of your favorite animated shows. After you had finished eating, Jake set the pile of dirty dishes outside the door of the fort while you made yourself comfortable for cuddle time. When he came back in, he was positioned in a way that had him half on the bed of pillow cushions and half on you. His head rested on your left breast as he began to play with your right. You didn’t mind that he did this, if anything he listened better when he had something to fidget with and your fun pillows as he called them were perfect for that.

“Hey, Jay?”

“Yeah, baby.” It came out as more of a mumble but you still understood.

“I think I’d like to hang out with you like this for my whole life.” He let out a light laugh causing you to tilt your head to look at him, “What’s so funny?”

“I was going to ask you that last night before my insecurity derailed the evening.”

“Ask me what?”

“If you wanted to take the next step in our relationship and move in together.”

You smiled before resting back onto your pillow, “My place or yours?”

“Well my lease is up soon so likely yours but maybe we could find a new apartment we both really like. Or maybe we could find a house and we could adopt a dog! I’ve always wanted a dog.”

“A dog would be really fun, and because you’re the head of the department maybe we could bring him to work too.”

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

This Is Still Marvel, Right?

Summary- 2.5k Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes x Wade Wilson x You. Deadpool the character from the comics is sitting across from the table from you, real right in front of your eyes. Not only is time travel a thing, but dimension travel is as well, and he is here for a very serious reason. Warnings- swears. Written for @what-is-your-backupplan-today​ CATFA 10th Anniversary Challenge. Prompts are highlighted. 

Masterlist

“You came from where?” Sam questioned with a tilt of his head, arms folded across his chest as he raised a quizzical brow at the man in all red. 

“And why the clown suit?” Bucky right next to him asked, trying to make sense of what was going on. 

“I’m from the X-Men verse, you know… bald dude in the wheelchair, Wolvie with butter knife hands, we have our own pigeon boy. Not as sweet as your wings though.” Wade said with a sigh. “And we had a Peter, but the winds… god the winds were too strong. I will never forget you Sugar Bear.” He sobbed in his hand a moment, sniffling a moment. 

You were thoroughly in shock, your jaw was dropped to the floor as Wade mother fucking Wilson sat in the interrogation chair, one leg crossed over the other, his ankle jiggling as he leaned forward on his elbows, planting his chin in his palms as he made an cooing sound at the two men. “Aww, they are so cute when they are confused, aren't they cute? The cutest little puppies.” He went to boop Bucky's nose, but Bucky reared his head back away from his hand and a whir of his hand closed around Wade's wrist, which caused the masked mercenary to gasp out excitedly. 

“THE WINTER SOLDIER ARM, VIBRANIUM UPGRADE. I keep telling Cable he needs this hook up, his isn't nearly as cool as yours. Mister Bucky Barnes Sir, can you sign my suit? I’m a super fan.” the white eyes of his mask widened and you finally managed to close your mouth watching all this.

Whatever this was, you were actually wondering if you weren't in some drugged hallucination right now. Mission gone wrong? You had eaten that turkey sandwich out of the compound fridge, maybe it was drugged and this was someone's payback for stealing their food.

“Come on man.” Sam snapped out, still trying to get a straight answer out of him. Bucky let go of his hand which Wade muttered to himself. 

“I'm never washing this hand, not ever.” He cradled it to his chest. “Just wait till I tell Chrome Dome who shook my hand.” 

“ANSWERS!” Bucky yelled out and Wade gasped at the outburst. Bucky reached over to grasp the mask and yanked it off, grimacing as Wade's appearance showed. Both Sam and Bucky recovered quite quickly, you were still freaking out in the corner and Wade gave a suggestive wink to the two of them. 

“Names Wilson, Wade Wilson. No relation to this saucy stud though.” He eyed Sam up and down with a purr, who scoffed at the sudden attention. “Don't worry, I know that one is crushing on you hard. The chemistry. I won't make a move on you. Winter Soldier though is fair game, eh?” He made a chef’s kiss motion after pointing at you. “So are you two… do you… fondue?” Wade asked, Sam and You looked at each other and made disbelieving faces at one another. “Oh we're not admitting feelings? My bad. I jumped ahead in the comics. So much sexual tension.” Making a donut shape with one hand and a pointer with the other, meshing them together, you could feel your throat close up and Sam’s eyes widen. Bucky was struggling to keep his calm at this point, Sam too. Wade made a motion to stand and get up. 

“Do we have any eats here?” He puts his hand on the handle to open the door and a knife flung through the air, landing right next to his face. Wade paused and turned around. “Here I thought this was still Marvel and not Dc. Tony would have offered me a snack by now.” He grumbled while sitting back down. “A falafel, blueberries, I know he likes to snack, I've seen the movies.” 

You finally got over your shock and went to sit across from him. “Mr.Wilson…” 

He put up a hand. “Pool please, Deadpool. Or Wade. Or you can call me Captain Deadpool. Too much?” He glanced up at Sam and Bucky. “Yea too much, just call me Wade.” 

“Wade.” you started again, trying to figure out how to approach this. “We’re confused, because you are a comic book character.” You pulled up your phone and pulled up a screen clip of his movie. 

Wade gasped and grabbed at your phone, studying it. “Look at that handsome son of a bitch. I'm so glad they picked Ryan Reynolds for the part, he looks just like me.” He held the phone up next to his face. “He’s so good looking, it's the Canadian genes.” Then handed it back, you tucked it away and he leaned forward to toss what looked like a beat up comic book on the table.

“What’s this?” You question, pointing at it.

“A comic book. You guys are just comic book characters and I'm here to fix your story. What? You seriously didn't know you are comic book characters in another universe?” 

“Our story?” You pulled the comic towards you and sure enough plastered on the front was Sam in his Falcon Suit, Bucky with his own gear and you were soaring in the air above slightly out of focus. 

“Yes, your story. Listen Cable, you all know Cable right? He's like a moodier you Buckaroo…” The name caused Bucky to growl a bit, but Wade continued without noticing. “... hooked me up with this cool device. Not like those stones you all have, this is some actual batman kind of future fuckery that I got rigged to not just travel back in time. But other dimensions. Whoo... “ He made wiggly fingers. “It's like magic right? Cool.” 

You were flipping through the pages as fast as possible, skimming the storyline. Amazingly all of it was there, the mission report Nick Fury brought Sam this morning, you and Bucky sparring and how he pinned you against the mat, the heart to heart about how you two missed Steve. 

Sam pinched the bridge of his nose while Bucky looked over your shoulder at the comic book. “I'm getting a headache, or I'm losing it. Did I get hit in the head?” Sam rambled a bit and you got to the end of the comic, seeing that the mission Fury had given you three was completed, successfully. 

“Says there we did just fine.” Bucky said and you closed it before pushing it towards the center of the table. 

“It's not all just fine.” Wade threw up his hands in exasperation and you shook your head so confused. 

“Explain it to us Wade.” You grasped the comic again, flipping through it, scanning the pages as quick as you can. 

“Go to page 53.” He tapped his finger against the steel table and you did, the panel showing you and Sam standing on a roof top about to enter a building from above and Bucky was shown in another panel scaling a building. 

“I don't see it…” you shook your head confused as to what he was talking about and Wade pointed at the bottom, that was just barely in view. A hot dog cart. 

“You are here, from another dimension of life… because of a hot dog cart?” 

Wade nodded firmly. “If we don't protect that hot dog cart, bad things will happen.” His voice lowered, turning shifty. “Spooky stuff… anal stuff.” He shuddered and sat back, staring at the hot dog cart in the bottom of the picture. “If we don't protect that hot dog cart, it causes issues you couldn't even fathom. Another life just poof… what did y’all call it? Spanked out of existence?”

You just automatically corrected him. “Snapped.”

“Spanked sounds better, maybe consider changing it to spanked?” 

Sam cleared his throat. “You traveled through dimensions to get here so we could save a hot dog cart? I'm just- trying to keep it all straight. This isn't entirely the weirdest thing I have heard, but it's close.” 

Bucky scoffed. “I say this guy needs some help, maybe his brain got scrambled like mine.” 

“Nah, I didn't get the mind trip you did. I was tortured by a guy named Francis.” Wade snorted gleefully. “Called himself Ajax, like the dish soap!” Slapping his knee, he busted out laughing heavily, starting to cry. 

You rubbed at your face and looked over your shoulder. “I think we should trust him guys. What if what he says is true? We’ve dealt with crazy shit before.” 

“You can't be serious Y/N.” Bucky shook his head and Sam looked doubtful. Wade giggled as he wiped a tear from his eye, pointing a finger at you. 

“I like you, you're the smart one here I can tell.” 

You all turned to Sam who hadn't said anything yet. He sighed and rubbed at his face a bit, before finally saying under his breath. “I'm never going to hear the end of this… Lets take him.” 

Wade did a fist pump in victory, leaping up to grab his mask back from Bucky. “X-Force Ass-” You were quick to cover his mouth, leaving the “-emble” garbled. 

“He's going to get us killed, Wilson.” 

“I said to call me Deadpool or Captain Deadpool.” 

“I WAS TALKING TO HIM!” Bucky jerked his thumb at Sam, gritting his teeth while he yanked open the door and left the room. Deadpool followed after him, the next thing you heard was Bucky hollar. “I'm going to kick your ass Prick.” 

“Will you? You're making me all excited. Like a fairy making a little girl's wishes come true, I feel like I could fly.” 

Then you and Sam heard something loud crack and Wade’s cooing grew fainter. “Nice boots, Tinkerbell!” 

You snatched the comic book and stuffed it in your back pocket. “Uh we probably better go stop Bucky. It's pointless for him to try to kill Wade and will just tire himself out.” 

Sam opened the door, holding it open for you. “Should we really take that away from him?” 

“True and it sounds like Wade is having himself a fan moment anyways and doesn't care.” You stepped out to see Bucky and Wade tangled together wrestling.

Just as the comic stated, You and Sam were able to go in from the top. You could see Bucky below you using rigging to scale the building. Down further below you could see a red dot pushing a hot dog cart down the street well out of harm. Speaking into the comm’s, your wings folded to pull you into a spiral, spinning towards the roof. “Wade’s got the cart moved, and were clear to enter.” 

There was a grunt in the comms and Bucky's voice crackled through. “Well damn, I'm glad the hot dog cart is safe… for reasons spanning an entire dimension that we still don't know.” 

“Who are we to question it, Bucky? I mean, we’ve seen some pretty strange shit.” You stated as Sam landed next to you, shooting at the door and ducking inside together. “Maybe this is just another one to add to the pile.” 

Silence descended on the group as you each made to fulfill the mission. Once the building was clear and the three of you were working on exiting, Wade was waiting on the roof, sitting on the edge eating a hot dog and had three more lined up next to him. “I brought you all lunch, you guys do that sort of thing right? Good Mission? yes I bet. Buckaroo has the happy murder gleam in his eyes.” He took another bite of his hot dog and chewed while studying Bucky closely. 

“Don't do that.” Bucky shuddered a bit and Wade proceeded to pop the last bite into his mouth and chewed slowly while rolling the bottom half of his mask down. 

“Do what Buckaroo?” 

“Stare at me or call me Buckaroo.” 

“While eating a hot dog? Only way to properly eat one. I know you love it James. Well my mission here is done.” He pushed off the ledge to give you a hug and handed you a manilla envelope. “This is for you, it explains everything. Toodleloo Kiddies, it was fun knowing you. Oh and if you see Hugh Jackman on the street, tell him his coffee sucks and bitch slap the prick.” He jumped back on the ledge and looked over the edge. “Oh this is gonna kill my knees but this is a true superhero moment. Wait for it…” He gave you all a salute and stepped over, plummeting down. Sam and Bucky rushed the edge, looking over. 

You knew better, a superhero landing wouldn't kill him. 

“NAILED IT!” you three barely heard, then in a flash of sparks, Deadpool was gone. 

“I thought for sure he was going to pancake down there.” Bucky said with a hint of sadness and Sam shook his head. 

“We gotta get out of here before we're caught and get this back to Fury.” Sam held up a chip that held the actual intel of the mission. 

You silently agreed and together the three of you made your way off the building and back home. 

Afterwards once you were back in the tower and changing out of your suit, you glanced at the manilla envelope Wade left you. 

Sitting down on the bench, you opened it and peeked in. What looked like another comic book was in there as well as a letter. Pulling out the letter, you scanned it. 

~To the Super Duper Trio, 

Thank you for believing me. It was crucial. We're not the only comic book verse out there living our lives. Sometimes they cross intersect in ways that I can't explain, go find the wizard, he can tell you more about it. Also ask him to your next party, because he can do the COOLEST TRICKS. But if you take out the comic book enclosed you will see on page 23 there is a hot dog cart as well as a familiar looking dork named Jake Jensen. Alias- Capt Jensen. 

Perhaps your Captain is alive in some way, the DC universe having changed him to a loveable, cat hating, Petunias loving, super smart idiot.

Tell Birdman thanks for the vote of confidence, caw caw mother fucker.

Tell Buckaroo he forgot to sign my suit, I will be back. He is my favorite after all. 

And what I wanna tell you is take care of those idiots so they dont kill each other. 

With Love, 

Captain Deadpool

Ps- Yes Cap’s as awkward with women in DC as he was in Marvel. 

Pss- Welcome to X-Force! I will be in touch. 

You pulled out the comic book and glanced at the cover seeing six people staring down, the title of the comic- The Losers. Flipping to the page, you found a photograph tucked in between the pages, showing another version of the page. One where the street looked demolished and a man lying crumbled by a cart. Also a familiar hot dog cart leaned on its side, demolished. 

Setting the picture aside, now you glanced over this panel to see the same man making a show of pulling out a crossbow, the bubble above his head with the words “That’s right, bitches, I got a crossbow!” 

The scene didn't really surprise you that much, more like the character now alive in the comic looked just like Steve. 

A thinner version, he had facial hair, and the entire get up was never anything Steve would have willingly worn. 

But it looked just like Steve Rogers and for the second time that day your jaw dropped. 

Maybe Wade Wilson was right, after all… 

Nothing was off limits and stranger things have happened.

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Reid My Lips - Spencer Reid x fem! Reader

A/N - on the twelth and FINAL day of shipmas fortheloveofcriminalminds gave to me…Spencer x Reader Fluff! Hope you guys enjoyed them, I had a lot of fun writing these! Find my Shipmas masterlist here. Find my full masterlist here.

My taglists are open for Spencer x Reader and all works so let me know if you want to be added. Requests are also open.

Requested: Yes l No l Kind of ?

Idea came from @andiebeaword as I was struggling to come up with something that wasn't either angsty or smutty! - "What about one where they're dating, but haven't kissed yet, and every time reader tries, for some bizarre reason, Spencer keeps dodging them. reader thinks he's trying a subtle way to say he doesn't want to kiss when in reality, he just doesn't want reader to think he's a bad kisser" - Set circa s15, some spoilers for the last 2 episodes.

CW: none that I can think of! Just lusting after Spencer's lips. Some talks of Spencer's insecurites and lack of experience.

Plot: In which all the reader wants in the world is to feel Spencer's lips on hers.

WC: 2.4K

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Spencer Reid’s lips were the kind they would have written poetry about.

They were plump, sinfully so, the first time you’d met him several years ago when you joined the team it was the first thing you’d noticed about him. How it didn’t seem fair for him have had lips such as these bestowed upon him. He had the most kissable lips you’d ever seen in your life.

If you were a writer and not a profiler, you may well have tried to write a poem about them. But alas, a wordsmith you were not. So you had to make do with just staring at them every available opportunity you got.

When he’d finally plucked up the courage to ask you on a date after six years of working together you were thrilled to say the least. Finally, after all that time imaging what those lips would feel like, you might actually get to see for yourself.

For your first date Spencer took for you dinner at a fancy restaurant. Despite the fact you had known each other so long, the date was awkward.

Usually, you never struggled to find things to talk to Spencer about. Most of the time while the rest of the team were sleeping on the jet the two of you stayed up chatting aimlessly between you.

But somehow when the word date was used, it made everything uncomfortable between the two of you.

The night started as a long, drawn out silence but thankfully you both eased into it and by the time your main courses came you were able to chat a little more freely.

You’d had dinner together countless times over the years. But that was just as friends. Not as two people who were clearly attracted to one another even though deep down that’s what you’d always been.

Spencer walked you home after dinner. It was a mild night and you didn’t live too far from the restaurant so you thought the walk would be nice.

The first few blocks you fell back into that uncomfortable silence but thankfully you found your voices again.

Despite everything, you’d had a great time and you’d hoped Spencer had too.

As you stood awkwardly on the sidewalk outside your apartment you were desperate for him to kiss you. He wasn’t quite so shy and dorky as he had been when you first met so you’d thought he might make the first move.

He did not.

“Goodnight Y/N. I’ll see you Monday.” He offered you one of his shy waves.

No, this would not do. You’d been dreaming about those lips too long. It was time to do something about it.

You moved in close, your eyes closing as you neared his lips.

But what met your lips wasn’t his own. You felt prickly skin and your eyes shot open to see her had turned his head and your lips had landed on his stubble grazed face.

“Uhm…” you stepped back feeling incredibly uncomfortable. “Goodnight then I guess.”

You chalked it up to shyness. You guessed thirty plus years of insecurities couldn’t be washed away in a three month prison stint.

***

The next time an opportunity presented itself to steal a kiss from Spencer was a few weeks later.

You were out of town on a case and he’d invited you to his room to watch Doctor Who. You’d thought or maybe hoped it was just an excuse to get you alone in his room. You were surprised to say the least when he actually wanted to watch Doctor Who.

You sat side by side on his bed watching the small hotel TV. You dared to shuffle your hand closer until your fingers brushed and eventually you’d taken the plunge and entwined your fingers.

He didn’t seem to mind, he just gave your hand a firm squeeze as he held it.

About half way through the episode you decided to go for the kiss. You were desperate to feel those lips on yours and you hoped whatever awkwardness he felt on your date had since washed away.

You turned to face him, momentarily breathless at how beautiful he was.

“Spence,” you whispered prompting him to turn and face you.

He had a dopey half smile on those lips as he looked at you. You moved quickly, closing the space ready to feel those lips.

But once again you were met with his stubbly cheek.

You tried to tell yourself he was shy. That’s all it was. It’s not that he didn’t want to kiss you. It couldn’t be, right?

***

You’d started to think maybe Spencer had changed his mind about the two of you dating. It had been several weeks since your first date and although you’d been busy with back to back cases there had been time if he’d really wanted to take you out again.

It was nearly a month after your first date he finally asked you on a second. You’d jumped at the opportunity.

Spencer took you to the Smithsonian, you’d walked around hand in hand with Spencer telling you all kinds of facts and statistics the institution didn’t share.

You hung off his every word, mesmerised by the way his lips moved as he talked and wanting to feel them on yours with a white hot passion.

He took you for coffee after and you fell into comfortable conversation. But you couldn’t keep your eyes off those goddamn lips of his.

As you stepped out of the coffee shop hand in hand you made a quick move to place a chaste kiss on his lips as he was in the middle of telling you a story about his mom. You thought if you were fast enough he wouldn’t even see it coming and you could just get this awkward air out of the way.

You leant in fast, and as your lips were about to collide Spencer side stepped, turning to face the window of the coffee shop.

You stumbled, correcting yourself before you fell face first on the sidewalk.

“I didn’t know they had donuts! Now I want a donut.” He chuckled and suddenly he was heading back inside.

“Goddamnit Spencer.” You groaned under your breath.

By now you were starting to think he just didn’t like you. Why else would he keep dodging your attempts at kissing him?

You felt downtrodden. You felt insecure. Why on Earth had he asked you out if he didn’t want to kiss you?

***

Six dates in and all you’d done still was hold hands. You really didn’t get him. He kept asking you out but never seemed interested in doing anything other than hand holding.

You liked Spencer, a lot, but you were not willing to be in a relationship where there was no kind of intimacy.

But that was all pushed to the back of your mind when you and JJ found Spencer passed out in his apartment.

He’d been involved in an explosion thanks to the psychopath Everett Lynch. He was late for work the following day which was really unlike Spencer so you and JJ went to check on him. That’s when you’d found him.

While the rest of the team worked on finding Lynch, you stayed vigil at his bedside.

When he’d finally woken up tears streamed down your face and you’d be up like a shot.

“Oh my god Spence,” you sobbed. “I thought I was going to lose you.” You leant in to kiss his chapped lips.

He rolled his head to the side on the pillow, once again your lips meeting stubbly skin.

“I’m really thirsty.” He croaked, seemingly ignoring your actions.

You swallowed your pride with a sigh.

“I’ll get you some water Spence.” And with your tail between your legs you left the room in search of hydration.

***

After that you’d decided no more. You were fed up feeling a fool every time you tried to make a move on him only to be shot down.

So you decided you wouldn’t bother anymore.

Since he left hospital the two of you still hung out but it was less frequent as usual and the word date was never used again.

One night, it came to a head.

You were in Spencer’s apartment watching some foreign film which you were struggling to comprehend despite the subtitles.

Your mind was whirring, lost down a rabbit hole of thoughts of you and Spencer. You were so preoccupied in your own head you didn’t even notice when Spencer scooted closer to you or put his arm around your shoulders.

“Y/N?” He whispered your name, snapping you out of the abyss.

“Hmm?” You turned to face him.

His tongue glided over his bottom lip and his eyes were trained on your lips.

The next few seconds happened in slow motion. Spencer started edging closer to you, his eyes fluttering closed and his lips pursed.

And you turned your head to face the TV, allowing his lips to hit your cheek the way yours had to him so many times.

He made a strange noise that sounded halfway between a sigh and a groan. You tried to pretend you were focused on the TV. You felt his eyes on the side of your face and you tried to ignore it.

After a few minutes Spencer paused the film, the room falling silent. You swallowed a lump in your throat and slowly turned to face him.

“Why’d you stop the film?” you hoped your voice didn’t sound as shaky as you thought it did.

“I think we need to talk.” Spencer chewed his lip. “I think I need to explain why I’ve been so...weird.”

“Spencer, trust me when I say you being weird is not an unusual thing.” you tried to lighten the mood.

“Weirder than usual then.” he was fidgeting in his seat, wringing his hands together in his lap.

“I hadn’t noticed.” you lied.

“Yes you have.” he told you.

“Look Spence,” you sighed. “If you don’t want to kiss me I get it. But why would you ask me out if that’s not what you wanted?” the words spilled out of your mouth.

He nodded his understanding at your words, running one hand through his messy locks.

“I do want to kiss you Y/N.” his cheeks stained red with embarrassment. “I’ve always wanted to kiss you, since the first time I met you. Jeez, kissing is just the tip of the iceberg of things I want to do with you.” his blush deepened.

Your chest tightened at his words, a twinge passing between your legs.

“You uhm...you have a funny way of showing it.” your voice was breathy. You didn’t mean it to be.

“I know.” he nodded, gnawing his bottom lip. “I freaked myself out. I got in my head and I panicked and I didn’t know how to deal with that. So I dealt with it really, really badly and I’m sorry.”

“What were you freaking out about Spence?”

He sighed heavily, the blush still straining his cheeks.

“It took me six years to finally work up the courage to ask you out.” he laughed shyly. “But when I finally did, I was terrified I wouldn’t be good enough.”

Your face dropped, sadness in your eyes.

“Spencer,” you reached for him and took hold of his hand. It was sweating and shaking.

He shook his head sadly, telling you not to try and convince him otherwise.

“Y/N, I am not...not so great with women in case you’d never picked up on that.” he chuckled again, but again it was a shy sound. “I don’t ha-have...so much ex-experience.” he swallowed hard. “There have only been...a few...women. Not enough to make me an...ex-expert in any sense.” he swallowed again. “I just wanted to be...good...for you.”

“Oh Spencer,” you felt tears in your eyes. You had no idea he’d been going through this mental turmoil. “Spencer I don’t care. I’ve wanted you for six years. Trust me, there is no way in hell you will not be good enough. I am crazy about you Spence, and all I want in the whole right now is to kiss you. I have waited too long to know what those lips would-”

He cut you off when his lips suddenly crashed against yours.

You let out a small whimper as those plump lips of his finally kissed you. They felt better than your wildest imagination.

The whimper allowed Spencer to slide his tongue in your mouth. He held your face in his large hands, exploring your mouth with fervor.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

It was without a doubt the single most magical experience of your life. Nothing could have prepared you for how good his kiss would be.

It sent goosebumps flaring across your skin, making your chest tighten with lust.

It made you wet between your legs.

Maybe you should take a writing class because these lips, this kiss, definitely deserved poems written about them.

Your whole body felt as though it were on fire, every nerve ending in your body tingling with desire.

When the kiss ended you both gasped for air, trying to satiate your now empty lungs.

Spencer’s cheeks stained red again as he waited for your reaction shyly.

“I hope that was o-ok.” He stuttered a little.

You couldn’t help the large smile that broke out across your face.

“Spencer Reid, that was more than ok. It was perfect.”

His blush deepened and he looked away from you briefly before finding your eyes once more.

“Good.” He swallowed. “Because there’s a lot more I want to do with you Y/N.”

His words made you shudder.

“Now?” You swallowed, feeling oddly nervous.

“Right now.” He nodded before taking your face in his hands and kissing you again.

He was going to show exactly what his lips could do. And those poems practically wrote themselves between the sheets.

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COLSON BAKER x READER - OCEAN EYES IV

BRIAN, JIMI, JANIS, KURT, AND. . .COLSON?

"Can we get two 16oz house drips, one black with two sugars and the other with two sugars and a splash of cream?" He ordered, remembering exactly how you took your coffee, even after all the time you'd been separated. It made you smile, knowing that you still occupied some space in his mind.

"So this is your coffee shop?" You asked, leaning against the side of the counter as you waited for your drinks.

"Yeah, I opened it last year. It turned out pretty cool." He smiled as he looked around the room. You could tell he was proud of it.

"It's badass" You agreed with him.

"If you're hungry, we serve brunch." Colson handed you a menu to peruse. "This is actually why I was at the farmers market. All of our fruits and vegetables are local." You looked over the list of food, noticing all of the fresh ingredients.

"That's so cool. Everything sounds delicious." You said, flipping the menu over to continue exploring. On the opposite side, you found a cocktail menu. Some of the drink names made you chuckle. There was 'the gunner,' 'sex, dope, and cheap thrills,' 'screw me' with its counterpart, 'screw you,' and the 'you know I'm no good.' Without even seeing the ingredients, you immediately thought that the last one sounded like a drink you'd choose.

Colson exchanged the menu in your hands with a coffee cup filled with hot coffee. You looked at him and gave him a weak thank you smile which he inadvertently returned, and just like that, you were taken back to the first morning you had ever spent together.

You woke up randomly as the sun was shining through the tiny window of your dorm room. You were still wearing the same clothes from the night before. It confused you because you hadn't even remembered falling asleep. The last thing you could recollect was laying with Colson in your XL twin bed, which he noted multiple times was fantastic because his tall, lanky ass fit perfectly.

"Good morning," Colson whispered. It took you a moment to fully wake up, but you noticed how your bodies were intertwined when you did. Your head was on his chest, and his arm was holding you close to him. It was cozy.

"Good morning." You repeated, squeezing him and nuzzling your face into his neck. "How long have you been awake?" You asked sleepily, afraid that you were the only one who had dozed off.

You and Colson had agreed to stay up as long as you could talking to each other. After all, it was the first time you had seen each other since Atlanta, and even though you had basically talked every day for the last 3 months, you still had a lot to talk about.

"Not long, maybe like fifteen.. . twenty minutes" He shrugged. "I didn't want to wake you. I just wanted to lay here and hold you a little longer, watch you sleep, smell your hair." He squeezed you, placing a small kiss on the top of your head. "I wanted to memorize all of it because this weekend will be over before we know it, and then It'll be back to facetime calls and falling asleep on the phone."

"Blahhh, don't remind me." You pouted, sitting up to face him. You enjoyed every single second you got to spend with that blue-eyed boy in your bed, and you never wanted it to end. He had quickly become your best friend, your person.

"Sorry. Y'know, you're fucking cute when you're sleepy" Colson smiled at you, no makeup and hair a mess. To him, you were perfection. "Oh, I ordered coffee." He said excitedly as he sat up, reaching for the cups on the table next to your bed. "Remind me to thank your roommate later. She was not very happy when she was woken up by the Doordash driver." He chuckled.

"She'll get over it" You took the warm cup from him, sipping slowly. Careful not to burn your mouth. You immediately spit the coffee back into the cup, scrunching your nose up at the taste. The coffee was sweeter than a glazed chocolate donut filled with thousands of tiny sprinkles. You thoroughly enjoyed coffee, and you liked to be able to taste the flavor in every sip.

"Shit, did I get it wrong?" He asked worriedly. It was one of the topics you had discussed last night, and he had already forgotten.

"Yeah, but we've never had coffee together, so I'll give you a free pass." You joked. "Two sugars and a splash of cream," you reminded him with a small smile.

"I swear I will never forget again." He promised, passing you his coffee to share.

"Let's sit back here" Colson's voice pulled you from your memory. As you followed him to the back of the coffee shop, you noticed photos of different famous musicians on each table.

"What's with the pictures?" You asked, gesturing towards a table with Kurt Cobains' face on it.

"They're all a part of the 27 club." He could tell by the expression on your face that you had no idea what that meant. "a bunch of artists and entertainers that died at the age of 27." Colson explained.

"Oh." you gasped, finally understanding the name of his coffee shop.

Colson led you to a table in the back corner. It was secluded enough to offer a little privacy from the rest of the customers. You took a seat, instantly noticing the photo that was on your table. It was him. Your narrowed eyes and knitted brows caught his attention, and he followed your gaze to determine the look of confusion on your face.

"You're 31." You stated the obvious.

"Yes, but most days I feel like my life ended when I was 27." He let out a small chuckle.

You took a sip of your coffee, waiting for Colson to elaborate further. Quickly getting distracted by the liquid in your cup. When the coffee first hit your tongue, you could taste a combination of floral and fruity notes, but as you swallowed, you noticed a nutty caramel tone. It was unique and unlike any other coffee, you had ever tried.

"Mmm," You hummed quietly, approving of the noteworthy java in your hand. "You remembered how I like my coffee." You said without thinking.

You regretted it almost instantly. You didn't want to discuss your past relationship or talk to Colson like old friends. You just wanted the explanation you deserved so you could be on your way. It wasn't necessary to spend any more time with him than need be. You didn't want to conjure up old feelings any more than you already had by being in this stupid city.

"I said I would never forget, didn't I?" He looked at you like you made the whole world spin, and for a moment, it was like time stood still.

"God. I'm so stupid." His words came out as a whisper as he looked away from you. Shame and guilt wallpapered his face. "I made the biggest mistake of my life by losing you, and it's something I'm never going to forgive myself for."

"Why'd you leave Colson?" You were blunt, and your words were shaky.

"Because y/n, you deserved better." He paused, collecting his thoughts before continuing. "I was laying there with you in my arms that morning thinking to myself, 'how can I possibly love this amazing woman the way she deserves to be loved when I don't even like who I am."

The sadness in his voice was evident, and you could clearly see the pain in his glossy blue eyes. He hurt himself just as much as he had hurt you.

"I was the biggest fuck up on the planet. You sacrificed your happiness to be with me, to support my dreams, and be my biggest fan. . .I was selfish, and I took you for granted. I broke your heart, and somehow you still managed to see the best in me. It wasn't fair to you. -- Y/n, I had to go because I knew that staying would have been even more painful for you. I was a sinking ship that was burning, and I couldn't bear to be the reason you went down in flames too." A silent tear slid down his cheek.

You sat there speechless as you listened to the explanation you had waited years to hear. You hadn't even realized it, but at some point, you had started tearing up too. Colson reached over, wiping the tears from your face.

"I hate myself for fucking things up with you." He said, staring at you.

You didn't know what it was about him, but when you looked into those blue eyes, you saw a reflection of your soul staring back at you. He was your person, always had been, and always would be. You and Colson had a once-in-a-lifetime connection. The kind of connection that made you feel alive by just being near him, even the silence between you, was comfortable because you felt complete in each other's presence.

"You are worth so much more than second thoughts and maybes'. I am so sorry y/n" You could feel the emotion in Colson's words. His apology was like rain on a dehydrated garden. Grossly overdue, but miraculously just in time.

You sat in silence for a few moments before speaking. "Earlier, when you said you lost your life at 27, what did you mean?" You questioned.

"Y'know, everyone thought I was overreacting after our breakup. . ." He started. You had no idea where he was going with his response, but you let him continue." what they didn't get was how much of my life you really were. . .You were more than just another relationship down the drain. You were my past, my present, and my future. Y/n, you were my life."

At that moment, you understood why his photo sat on a table in that coffee shop. He was a part of the 27 club, not because he physically perished at 27, but because that was when he lost the only thing that ever made him feel alive, you.

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Donut Date | Luther Hargreeves x Male Reader

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy Pairing: Luther Hargreeves x Male Reader Summary: Luther starts questioning his sexuality.

A/N: Another co write with @inhumanshadows​! Again you should thank them for getting me to write more! haha.

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Luther finished handing over the last of the criminals over to the authorities. "Here. Get em out of here." This was one of his solo missions so his siblings weren't with him.  With everything finished up, he began making his way back to the academy. However on his way home he spotted a bar and against everything thought, he decided he needed a drink after this particular night. Entering the bar, it was rather busy for what time of the night it was. There was a free seat at the bar and he took it while ordering himself a drink.

“This seat taken” Luther turns to the voice and sees you there, hand gesturing to an empty seat next to him.

“Uh no please sit.”

You smile and nod. “Hey Max? Two beers.”

Luther gives you a brief smile and nod himself. 

When Max hand's you the beer, you hand one to Luther. "Here. Seems like you might need another one."

Luther was going to say how he already had a drink but noticed then that he had drunk it all and only an empty bottle remained. He grabbed the new beer with another smile before lifting in a cheer. "Thanks." He started chugging it down at that.

“So... What’s your name thirsty?” You ask, sipping at your beer.

“Oh um. I’m Luther.”

“Hmm. Hi luther. The names Y/N.”

"Nice to meet you." Luther was keeping his eyes away from you. Honestly he never was one for friends or anything like that, just look how it's like with his own family. He took another swig, making the bottle get even more empty.

"You're not a people person are you?" You said, looking at Luther's face. "It's alright. Not everyone is." You take another sip of your beer before asking him another question. "So what's got you troubled? I can see that look on your face. It looks like you're contemplating all of your life choices right now, hence why you're here to drown out your problems."

“Oh. I guess so... I’ve just had a long day. And some family trouble.”

You make a sound of understanding.

“Family... enough said there my friend. Family is all kinds of crazy.”

Luther laughs. “Yeah I guess you’re right. What about you? Why are you drowning your problems away?”

“My boyfriend dumped me for my best friend... well ex best friend...”

Luther wasn't really sure how to respond to that. "Oh...I'm, sorry?"

You laughed at how he looked. "You...don't really know how to talk to people do you?"

Luther couldn't help the little smirk that showed up on his face. "That obvious huh?"

You lifted up your hands and pinched your fingers together. "Just a little bit. But that's okay, I love flustered guys."

Luther feels his face heat up, not used to what’s happening.

“I’m sorry.” You quickly say, seeing how uncomfortable he is. “Here I am being all flirty and you might not even be into guys.”

Luther blushes even more. "It's alright. No..m'not really into....I don't know." He wasn't sure what he was saying. His whole life he hadn't been into guys, he was barely into girls. He had no time to really have a relationship...but here he was feeling something. Every time he looked at your smile he couldn't help but smile himself. "Maybe I am."

You got quiet and blushed yourself. "Well then any guy would be lucky to get a chance to be with you."

Before Luther could say anything his phone went off. He fishes it out of his pocket and sighs heavily at a text from Pongo.

“I’m sorry Y/N... I-“

You place a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay. You gotta go? You gotta go. Tell ya what.” You stop and write something down on a napkin. “Call me and maybe we can grab another drink or something.”

Luther gently grabbed the napkin, his hand slightly brushing yours. "U-ugh, Y-yeah. I'd like that." He smiled again and pulled out some money to pay for his drinks. You stopped him before. "I got this one. You get next time." 

"Thanks."

Luther leaves the bar, slipping the napkin into his pocket with a smile. 

“Well that was a good moment on an otherwise sucky day.” He says to himself.

That was a week ago. Luther hadn't stopped thinking of you since then. The napkin was on his dresser and countless time's he had typed in the number but never actually called you. Honestly, he was scared. He wasn't sure what the feelings for you were but he wanted to find out, he like how you made him feel. Typing in the number, he finally called you.

"Hello?" 

Luther hesitated but finally got the courage. "(Y/N)? It's Luther."

“Oh hey handsome! I was wondering if I’d ever hear from ya. How are you?”

“Oh I’m good. To be honest I’d been try to call you for a while. But just couldn’t get past the nerves...”

“I understand. But hey better late than never.”

“Y/N? Are you free tonight. Or maybe right now? I was wondering if you maybe wanted to grab some donuts or something?”

Luther just stared at his phone screen in silence. He was confused. 

He just technically asked you out on a date... for donuts but still.

Oh god! Is it s date?? Does he know it’s a date??

Thoughts like this continued to run through his head until there was a knock at his door.

The door opened and Diego poked his head in. "Hey have you seen my knife? I set it down and I haven't been able to- whoah. You look like you've been to hell...well more than normal."

Luther wasn't sure what to say. He wasn't sure what he was feeling for you and what he actually was. "I-I'm fine." He voice cracked a bit, betraying him to his brother. Diego couldn't help but laugh at his voice crack. "Whaaat the hell was that? I've never heard that before." He fully entered into the room. "Come on. What's wrong?"

“Um... I uh... met someone last week. And now I’m meeting them for donuts soon.” Luther informs.

“Okay... What’s so weird about that that makes you look like shit?” Diego asks sitting on the bed.

“Well... I really like... him.”

Diego nodded his head in understanding. "Ah. I understand now." Diego sat besides him. "I know we've had our problems and still do but...don't overthink this. Your hearts telling you one thing but your head is making you too afraid to act. Just go for it." For once, Diego actually gave him good advice.

Luther nodded his head and stood up. "Thanks. Now I have to go I have to meet him at Griddy's like now." Luther grabbed his coat and left the room. Diego smirked and called out after him. "I want to meet him!" He then began looking around. "Now...where's my knife?"

Luther made his way to Griddy's and entered. In one of the booths you were looking over a menu. Taking a breath he calmly walked over to you. "Hey (Y/N). Good to see you."

You smiled and as you saw him. "Luther! It's good to see you too, come have a seat. I'm just looking to see what I want."

Luther nods and takes a seat next to you, also looking at the menu.

You guys order a half dozen of whatever Agnes recommends, too many choices to make on your own. And who better to ask than the woman making them.

“I’m glad you called. I know I said that earlier but I really am happy you called.” You say, biting into a classic strawberry frosted.

Luther bites into his own. "Yeah, me too." For a while the two of you just eat in silence but eventually he speaks again. "Sorry. I've never been on a date before. I'm not really sure how to go about it."

"Wait this is a date?" You stare at him in shock.

Luther's eyes widen. "Oh! I just thought...I'm sorry I should have-"

You laugh and  reach over holding his arm. "Hey, I'm just fucking with you. I know it's a date and you're doing fine. First dates are always awkward."

Luther lets out a sigh.

"You okay? I know that was a bit of a dick move."

Luther gives you a warm smile. "It's fine. I think I needed that. I was kinda overthinking things... had to have my little brother convince me to 'nut up and do it' as he'd probably put it. He wants to meet you by the way."

You laugh at the story, "Well if things go good here and I do meet him, remind me to thank him."

After finishing up, Luther paid for the donuts this time. "It's only fair. you got the drinks last time."

The two of you walked close together down the sidewalk. "I'm not ready to finish yet honestly. I'm liking my time with you." You said to the man. Looking at him he seemed to be thinking of something, something that was keeping his head distracted. "Hey." No answer. "Earth to Luther hello!?" That got his attention. "What's going on?"

He didn't hesitate. "Be my boyfriend." It was rushed but you could tell he meant it. "Be my boyfriend. Please." He seemed so nervous, but so sure at the same time. 

You smiled and wrapped your arm around his. "I thought you'd never ask." Sure it was quick, but sometimes you just have to take chances.

The two of you walk leaning against the other, no particular location in mind. You walk around a nearby park until it gets too cold. 

"We can head to my house?" Luther says. 

"Sounds good... I can meet your brother, whom I have to thank for my new boyfriend."

Luther smiled but ultimately groaned. "He's never going to let me forget it either."

[helaintoloki]

Could you do a Five Hargreeves x reader fanfic where the reader and Five are mean to each other because they like each other. The night that Hazel and Cha Cha invade the Hargreeves mansion,the reader distracts Hazel from kidnapping Klaus and ends up getting kidnapped. Then Five saves the reader and they kiss. Thx

a/n: kinda changed it up a bit here for plot convenience but nonetheless I hope you enjoy!

warnings: language, five being a little sh*t as usual, brief mention of claustrophobia

Well, this certainly wasn’t how you expected your night to end, but you couldn’t exactly say you were surprised considering the complete chaos you’d managed to throw yourself into. Want a little word of advice? Stay far away from the Hargreeves siblings, you’re better off.

“Where’s Number Five?” Your female captor interrogates. They’ve had you as their hostage for about an hour but still hadn’t managed to extract any information from you. It was frustrating, being bested by a stubborn little girl, but Hazel and Cha Cha weren’t about to give up just yet.

“Kiss my ass lady, I’m not telling you shit,” you retort, and for good measure you make sure to spit in her face. It isn’t very ladylike of you but it riles her up and gets the job done.

“Oh, you little-“ she begins to say only to be held back by her counterpart.

“I don’t know about this, partner,” he confesses uneasily. “She’s a kid.”

“And so is Number Five. Are you forgetting we have a job to do?!”

“Look, maybe we should take a breather. Get some donuts, have some coffee, figure out the next move before we do anything irrational. There are gonna be people hot on our trail if we kill a kid.”

Cha Cha stares at Hazel for a long while before finally letting out a sigh, the tension releasing from her shoulders as she looks to you. You’re tied up and helpless with no one coming to save you; those freaks at the academy are probably too mixed up to even notice you’re gone. It’ll be fine.

“Alright,” she resigns, but not before harshly grabbing the back of your chair and nearly throwing you into the closet. “If you try to pull anything funny I’ll kill you.”

“I look forward to it,” you reply sarcastically, a small grunt of annoyance leaving you as she slaps a strip of duct tape over your mouth to keep you quiet. Your words are muffled, but you still make sure to call her every name under the sun as she locks you away in the dark and leaves the motel room with her partner.

A small huff of air leaves your nose as you shut your eyes and try to remain calm despite how extremely claustrophobic you feel trapped in that tiny closet. Perhaps you should have listened the first time Diego tried to shoo you away from him, then you wouldn’t be in this mess.

You’d met the Kraken about a year ago at the boxing ring he’d been working at when he’d caught you trying to steal from the locker rooms. Normally he would have turned you over to the cops and made you their problem, but after seeing how dirty and hungry you were he took you down to his room in the basement where he promptly fed you and forced you to tell him your business. You were an orphan who’d ran off from a shitty foster family, and with no money or family you’d resorted to pickpocketing to sustain yourself. You were granted one night of refuge under his roof and one night only, but then one night turned into one week which then became one month, and now a year later you still found yourself following him around wherever he went. No matter how much he tried to shoo you off or insist you return to the orphanage you stayed, and soon Diego found himself stuck with a new though unwanted companion.

You stayed out of each other’s way for the most part, and sometimes when he was in a good mood he’d help you train in case there was ever a time he wouldn’t be there to protect you and you’d have to fend for yourself. You kinda grew on him after a while, and though he could be a hard ass sometimes he really cared about you. Unlike his relationship with his other siblings, the bond you two had created was relatively healthy and stable. But then the looming threat of an apocalypse came along and suddenly the somewhat quiet life you’d been living for the past year or so had been turned upside down as you became acquainted with his younger— or is it older? You’re still not quite sure— brother.

Five didn’t like you, that much was clear from the get go. He thought you were a nuisance and a distraction and your involvement would only hinder his family’s efforts to save the world. You, on the other hand, found him to be obnoxiously snobby and unbearable to be around, and the fact that he was a trained assassin didn’t impress you in the slightest. You could never be in the same room for more than five minutes without arguing or insulting each other, and now you couldn’t help but feel infuriated with the fact that it was his fault you were in this mess. They were looking for him, after all, and they came to the academy to find him, and instead they’d managed to nab you to get information on his whereabouts— Klaus owed you big time for that one, by the way.

It feels like you’ve been stuck in that closet for hours when the door slams open, though it isn’t Hazel and Cha Cha that greet you on the other side. Five stands before you, annoyed and impatient as he drags you out of the closet and yanks the piece of duct tape off your mouth in one fluid motion.

“Ow!” You cry out in pain, your skin stinging from the sensation as you glare up at Five. “A little warning would have been nice.”

“No time,” he offers before getting to work on untying you. “I can’t believe you were stupid enough to get caught. Once again you’ve proven my theory that you’re just a hinderance to my plans.”

“You know, I think you should see a doctor about the stick you have up your ass. Could be serious,” you quip back sarcastically. You let out a breath of relief when the ropes fall from your limbs and onto the floor allowing you the chance to stand up and stretch after the uncomfortable position you’ve been sat in all night.

“Just stay out of my way,” Five says firmly.

“God, what is it with you?! You’ve been nothing but an asshole ever since you got here! I’m only mean to you because you’re mean to me, you know,” you retort agitatedly. “I don’t understand you or why you’re so cold but would it kill you to be nice for once in your life?”

“You don’t know anything about me, about the things I’ve seen,” he seethes, getting up and close and personal as you stare each other down face to face. “You wouldn’t even be able to comprehend it!”

“Maybe I could if you’d let me try instead of shutting me out all the time! I’m not the enemy here, Five. I want to help-“

“The last time you helped it got you killed!” He finally blurts, shoulders heaving from the ragged breaths he has to take in order to soothe himself. Your brows furrow softly in response to his sudden outburst, and you find yourself taking a step back from the boy.

“What are you talking about?”

“When I landed in the future it wasn’t just my dead siblings I saw lying there, but you, too... You tried to help them and it got you killed, and I’m trying to stop you from making the same mistake but you’re too god damn stubborn to realize it.”

“Well why the hell didn’t you just lead with that!” You exclaim exasperatedly. “I die?!”

“I bet you’re starting to regret ever meeting my idiot brother, aren’t you?”

“I started regretting things the moment I met you,” you reply with wry smile, one that Five can’t help but return. You’re pretty alright, he decides. But that doesn’t mean he likes you, so don’t get any ideas. You’re not enemies but you’re not friends, at least not yet.

“Come on, we’ve got to go before Hazel and Cha Cha realize you’re missing.”

“Yeah, she did mention something about killing me if I tried to pull anything,” you note with a shrug.

“I’m not going to let that happen,” Five replies gently, and his eyes are the most sincere you’ve ever seen them since meeting him.

“Hey, Five, I’m sorry for any trouble I’ve caused you...” you say meekly, your face heating up slightly with embarrassment. You’re not really used to apologizing.

“Don’t mention it,” he replies with a barely visible smile. “I’m sorry, too.”

He takes your hand in his own before jumping you both back to the academy, and though there’s an impending apocalypse Five feels hopeful for the first time since his return. You’re going to be alright, he knows it, and things are going to work out just fine.

[eideticmemory]

TWO GHOSTS II | MATTHEW G. GUBLER

It’s been 15 years. 15 years has to be long enough . . . right? Part 2! Read Part 1.

Set 15 years after the end of Ever Since New York, so give that a read first!

Word Count: 3.1k.

Warning: Usual angst, porn, and poor communication amongst characters.

SOUNDTRACK:

After Hours - The Velvet Underground

Mr. Loverman - Ricky Montgomery

Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now - The Smiths

“Ramona . . .” you whine.

“I know . . . a mess.”

“I, uh,” you set your phone down, keeping Ramona’s voice on speaker. “I have to get out of this hotel, I have to get home.”

“[y/n], no.”

“No?”

“No.”

You begin changing out of your pajamas, your hands trembling as you slip on a pair of jeans. “Are you telling me I can’t go home right now? Seriously?”

“Seriously. Unless you wanna get swarmed by paparazzi, and risk leaving the hotel at the same time as him, you need to stay put.”

“This . . . this . . . is a mess. This is a huge mess, I — Ramona, I’m leaving.” You ramble, grabbing your things from the bedside dresser.

“[y/n] [y/l/n].” Ramona says, sternly. “You are my boss, but I have direct orders from your publicist to make sure you stay put. So, sit down, chill out, I’ll be there in five. And, honestly . . . you should have some wine.”

“Wha — wine? It’s seven in the morning.”

“Y’know what? You deserve it. Be there soon.”

She was already on the way when she hung up, and when she knocks on the door, you’re sat criss-cross on the bed, sipping a glass of wine. She’s right, you deserve it. You hold the fragile cup in your hand as you open the door, and she waltzes her way in.

“You calm now?” she asks.

“Medicated,” you shrug, holding the glass of wine up in the air.

“Perfect . . . so, were you ever going to tell anyone that you used to date Matthew Gray Gubler?”

You scoff, wander through the hotel room, “I didn’t date Matthew Gubler,” you take a seat on the bed.

“Okay, were you going to mention that you used to fuck Matthew Gray Gubler?” She crosses her arms.

“I . . .” you stutter, go silent in response.

“Oh, God,” she groans.

“It was a long, long time ago! It’s no one’s business, and there’s hardly any proof that it’s anything but a rumor.”

“No proof? —“ She shakes her head, pulling her iPad from her bag. As she clicks a few buttons, she adds, “Did you not see what people were saying? . . . The pictures?”

“Pictures?” You gasp, setting you glass down. “What pictures?”

Ramona sighs, and hands the iPad over to you, avoiding eye contact. You slowly take the device from her hands, and let out a shaky breath.

“The first two were posted a, um, John Hearse on twitter . . .” she explains.

“I mean, if you and Gube just . . . I’m gonna say it - fucked - one good time, the two of you could get over this whole rivalry already.”

Ramona’s words start to fade, to rescind to dust and ash, as you absorb the image in front of you. It’s old . . . and slightly blurry, but you recognize every face. John, Steve, Matthew . . . and you, sat in his lap, head on his shoulder with a huge, bright smile on your face. Matthew had his hand on your waist, practically gripping your shirt in his hand, keeping you close. The next picture, he was making you laugh, all three of you, as you looked, lovingly, into his eyes.

They were posted in response to a final picture, of you and Matthew reuniting. You looking, literally, like an idiot, in the daze of seeing him and recieving a hug. Some professional photographer had captured the whole thing.

John’s pictures are captioned: Whoaaa glad to see these two back together!

“They used to be, heh,” you chuckle dryly to yourself as you read the tweet outloud. “Inseparable, wow. Remind me to call John up later and yell at him until he cries.”

“Wh — what happened between you two?”

“Me and John? Nothing much, we were good friends,” you shrug.

“No — [y/n], c’mon . . .” Ramona groans.

“It would take,” you sigh. “So much time, and so much energy for me to tell that story right now. I don’t have it in me, Ramona, I just . . . I just want to go home.”

“The place is surrounded by paparazzi, they’re harassing every celebrity that leaves the building, and I’m pretty sure your high on their watchlist right now.”

“Yeah, I’ve mastered the art of ignoring them, I’ll be fine, just call me a ride, please,” you grumble, setting the iPad down and rising to your feet.

She sighs, giving in, giving up, “There’s one waiting for you out front.”

“Thank you,” you nod.

Your belongings are removed from the room first, carried down by an accommodating bellhop. Ramona followed you down to the lobby, trailing you, like she always did. But keeping a closer eye on you than usual. You stopped in front of the revolving door, lips pursed in a look of annoyance as you came face to face with the hoard of paparazzi.

They noticed you through the glass before you had the chance to take a breath, and if you stood still for too long, you feared it would show as weakness, a reason to be suspicious. So, you held your head up tall, took in a deep breath, and stepped into the spotlight.

You’ve mastered the look of constantly-tired-business-woman-chic. Today, you’re running off a cup of coffee, and as always, throw on jeans and a graphic t-shirt. Comfortable shoes, because those heels destroyed your feet last night.

It’s a short walk to the car, but a million and one pictures are taken of you. You smile, respectfully, do a little wave. Don’t want to look too bitter. You drown out the questions, drown out the comments, because you swear if you hear his name, you’ll roll your eyes.

Ramona gets into the car after you, and closes the door. You let out a long sigh, and sulk in your seat. “This sucks,” you mumble, the car staring the ten minute drive to your home.

“Okay, [y/n] Gubler,” she replies.

“Hey!” You sit up. “Why would you say that?”

“Because I can’t believe you didn’t tell me,” she whines. “I knew something was off last night. I could’ve helped you avoid him, I could’ve gotten his car towed, I could’ve sent him the wrong address. You just have to communicate.”

“That is . . . unprofessional, and Matthew Gubler is, apparently, very professional. And he . . .” you trail off.

“He . . ? What?”

“He, donated a very healthy amount of money to the program, which, has nothing to do with me, by the way. None of it has anything to do with me, he’s just . . . professional.” You roll your eyes.

“What the hell happened between you two?” Ramona asks, noticing your shift in tone.

“Ooh, damn!” You ignore her, looking out the window. “We should’ve stopped and grabbed donuts.”

“Fine,” she surrenders.

You were surprised to find no paparazzi surrounding your penthouse building. Ramona had packed away all your belongings, and sent someone inside to place them in your apartment.

“Stay off social media,” she tells you before you leave. “Okay? No posting.”

“Silent stalking, only. Got it.”

You hold your phone in your hand as you walk into the building, ride the elevator up to the fifth floor. It’s quiet, and it’s what you need right now. To be home alone, with your thoughts.

You crash onto the couch, face first, and groan as you roll over. Last night should’ve been joyous, and fun, and it was. But, it was supposed to be the end. It was supposed to bring peace, knowing that everything you worked for, payed off and went out with a bang.

But, because of him, and John, and these stupid pictures, it’s far from the end. A whole new storm has started, and it’s making you nauseous.

Yet, you can’t keep yourself offline. You spend hours scrolling through tweet upon tweet, instagram post after instagram post, and each and every comment is as gut wrenching as the last. The internet’s made up it’s mind, and you and Matthew Gubler are the perfect couple. You fit together, you look right together, you have history together.

A history that was better left buried.

Because, when it comes up, when you think about, and you think about that one decision that could’ve changed everything . . . you crack. You spiral. You can’t shake it for days. Weeks. You think about him, and what you could’ve been.

It’s a hurricane, and it sweeps you up everytime, even when you know it’s coming.

There’s a knock at the door, and your heart drops. It’s naive, and childish to think that maybe, just maybe, it’s him. Coming to apologize for being a dick. But the idea of it has you racing to the door, and flinging it open before you can think about it.

“Hey, Aunt [y/n]!”

“Hey,” Claire smiles. “We brought donuts.”

This is better.

The seven year old held onto your hand as you guided her and her mother in your apartment. “Oh, my goodness,” you beamed to Dorthy, earning a bright smile from her. “Is Roni with you?” You turned to ask Claire.

“She had to help her mother with something today, but I told her that I had to help you through a serious crisis.”

“Ah,” you nod. “You’ve been online, huh?”

You take a seat with Dorothea on the couch, turn on the TV. “Wanna pick something to watch?” You smile, and she nods happily, taking the remote from you.

You join Claire in the kitchen, and she hands you a cookies and cream donut. You hum happily as you take it from her, take a seat on the counter, “God, thank you.”

She nods, “Yes, I’ve been online. I’ve been tracking everything about you and your big, big night,” she chuckles. “So I was ready to run over here when I saw those pictures going around.”

“You saw them?” You gasp, horrified, with the donut hanging from your mouth.

“Oh, yeah, I don’t remember when they were taken, though?”

“Vegas, 2001,” you tell her. “You didn’t — you didn’t come with us.”

She sighs, tilts her head at you, “[y/n] . . .”

“No, no, it’s okay,” you nod, reassuringly. “I’m not going down a Matthew rabbit hole. Not right now. Y’know why? Because he is an ass, he’s rude, and disrespectful, and stirs shit up for no reason, and —“

“Whoa!” Claire exclaims. “Did I enter a time portal to 1999 or something?”

“Oh, fuck off,” you roll your eyes.

“[y/n], you knew seeing Matthew was a possibility last night, and that it would bring back all these emotions, and you swore you could handle it —“

“I did handle it! I handled it very, very well. He’s the one who lost his cool. You should’ve heard him, Claire,” you ramble. “Nothing I did tonight has anything to do with you? I’m a professional? I didn’t do it to cushion your feelings? He’s a dick! He — he threw everything in my face the minute he could, and now my name is connected to his, our history is out there for everyone to see, and . . . he probably fucking hates me,” you laugh.

You laugh.

It’s a dry laugh, a sad laugh.

Claire frowns, and steps over to you, putting her arm around your shoulders.

“He hates me,” you say. “And he probably has every reason to. But I can handle it. I can handle the emotions, I’ve handled them for a long time,” you look at her. “And it’s not my fault if he can’t do the same, right?”

Claire sighs, pushes your hair back, “No.” She shakes her head. “No, you’ve moved on. You should want him to do the same thing, and not cause anymore hurt. You deserve that.”

“Mom! Aunt [y/n]!” Dorthy calls from the couch. Her head pops up, and she grins at you two. “Best and Ballet is on!”

“Ooh, what show is that?” You chuckle, hopping down from the counter. “I’ve never heard of it before.”

“Hey,” Claire calls, grabbing onto your arm before you can walk into the living room. “It’s like everything else in show business, right? People will talk for a few days, maybe a week, right? And then it’ll fade. It’ll pass.”

You give her a nod, let her know that you hear her, and that you’re going to push through this. Because you have no choice. Because above being a celebrity, a figurehead, a boss, a producer . . . you’re a teacher. A damn good one, and the last person who’s going to change that is Matthew Gubler.

You pack him away. The idea of him. Tie him off with a neat, little bow.

Because the show must go on.

“Rolling!”

You walk across the studio, behind the cameras, watching your students on screen. “Can you get a wide shot? You’re not getting the best lighting, nor every student in one shot.” You say to the cinematographer.

“[y/n],” the director calls. “We film from this angle every episode. Why change it?”

“Because every episode, some of my best dancers are cut from the shot beside of sloppy angles and the light from the windows blinds the mirrors the cameras?”

“Those are things out of our control.”

“Oh, yeah?” you turn to him. “You wanna tell that to someone who didn’t go to film school? . . . Twice?”

He gulps, motions to the cinematographer, “Change the shot.”

You grin, order the camera woman to make the correct adjustments, “See?” You beam. “No glare.”

You walk off, Ramona trailing behind you, giving the director a pitiful smile. Once you’re away from the cameras, and the studio, you grumble, “Remind me to never be talked into hiring a male director again.

“You’re turning into Medusa.”

“What?” You look at her, furrowing your eyebrows.

“What? You’ve never seen Grey’s Anatomy? Medusa? Turns people into stone? A . . . bitch?”

“Actual Medusa was not a bitch, she was cursed by a man.”

“Okay, fair, you were cursed by a man —“

“Dooooon’t!” You roll your eyes. “I’m not Medusa, I’m very nice.”

“You’re nice to me, and to your students, and the nice ladies that do your hair and makeup. Everyone else, stone.”

“Stop.”

“I wish you would tell me what happened,” she groans. “It’s not like I’m gonna tell anyone! I’m just, worried about you, and a little nosey.”

“Ramona . . . it’s been how long since that weekend?”

“Well, well,” she stutters. “Only a week.”

“A week is a long time, I’ve moved on. I’ve avoided any and all questions on the subject, from everyone. I’ve been actively dodging it on social media. I’m doing well.”

She nods.

“Now,” you continue to walk down the hall. “I have a talk show interview tonight? What time do I have to be there?”

You stop when you realize Ramona isn’t following you. You turn around, and she stuck in her spot.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“Can’t move. Been turned to stone.”

You hated the Medusa comparison wholeheartedly. But, right now, you just want to yell at whoever booked you for a late night talk show. You’re tired after a long day of work, and you’re cranky, and crabby, and maybe, just maybe . . . the comparison isn’t too far off right now.

You’re charming, sure. Let’s go with that. But now, it’s all starting to dawn on you. Here, in this dressing room that’s lit up like a christmas tree. Revealing every ounce of exhaustion in your face, in your eyes. It’s nearly ten o’clock at night, and you’re placed in an elegant, black dress that stops just above your knees. Black heels cover your feet, and your hair and makeup were done half an hour ago.

You have to figure it out. You test different ones out in the mirror. Different smiles. You have to nail the I-have-to-talk-about-myself-for-an-hour-and-laugh smile. The happy, glowing, kind smile. You think you have it when there’s a knock on the door.

You keep the smile on, don’t want to lose it. You call Ramona in, and she looks at you, curiously. “You okay?”

“Yep,” you nod, brightening your smile. “Show time?”

“Are — are you having a stroke?”

“Okay, I’m trying to put on my interview face here, you’re not helping.”

“Sorry, sorry, you look great!” You smiles.

“Ramona,” you whisper, stepping close to her. “There’s a good chance they’re gonna ask me about him, right?”

She takes a breath in, prepared to answer, but no words come out. Your eyes are wide, innocent, hopeful. And she hates to lie to you.

“Yes . . .” is all she can say. “There is a, very, very good chance they will ask you about him.”

You sigh, duck your head. And when you pick it back up, your smile is on. “Okay, let’s go.” You step out into the hallway, Ramona closing the door behind you.

It was a time portal. The door. The hallway.

Matthew’s eyes land on you at the same time you see him, and you both freeze. Ramona bites at her nails, anxiously eyeing the two of you.

You feel your body, your soul, revert. Regress in every way to embody the spirit of you, at age 18, about 18 years ago.

You scoff, meaning your next words with every fiber of your being, “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

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[cosmicoceanfic]

2.2k, available on AO3

Dean and Cas jog down the stairs of the Bunker, duffle bags in hand. Sam notices that they seem a little looser in the way they walk, which is a relief. Both Dean and Cas have been holed up in their respective rooms for the past few weeks. It’s good that their trip to bury God’s book for Jack worked out for them.

“Hey, Sammy.”

“Hello, Sam.”

“Hey, guys.” Sam smiles, closing his book and standing. “How was your trip?”

“Went alright.” Dean dumps his duffle bag on a chair. “Cas and I got married. Taught him how to change a tire.”

Sam drops the book. It lands on the ground with a heavy thud. “You what?”

“Taught him how to change a tire,” Dean says, a little slower this time.

“No, not that one, the other- you got married?”

“Yeah.”

“The tire changing exercise was helpful.” Cas drops his duffle bag as well. “Especially since I will be continuing to use my truck.”

Sam can’t tell if they’re actually, legitimately fucking with him or not. “You weren’t even a couple when you left!”

“Then we were,” Cas says. “And then we were married.”

“How long was it between getting together and getting married?”

“Bout, hm.” Dean turns to Cas. “Three days?”

“It was on the third day, yes.”

Sam gapes at them.

“Why?” he manages.

Dean shrugs.

“Mostly we thought it’d be funny,” he says.

Sam doesn’t even have an answer to that.

“Aw, buck up, Sammy,” Dean tells him. “It’s almost like you’re not happy for us.”

There’s a slight apprehensive edge to his tone that snaps Sam out of his reverie. “Of course I’m-“ he moves around the table and hugs Dean, who allows it, and then Cas, who brightly returns it. “Congratulations, guys. Long time coming, I guess.”

“Thanks, man.” Dean claps his hands together, which Sam sees now has a faint glint of gold to it. “I’m hungry. Cas, you hungry?”

“I am almost always hungry.”

“Part and parcel of being human, buddy.” Dean gives him a clap on the shoulder. “C’mon. I’ll make us sandwiches.”

Sam watches, still feeling somewhat bewildered, happiness for them somewhere rolling around in that haze, as the two head out of the room, linking hands as they turn towards the hallway.

This isn’t the whole truth, naturally.

This is the reality:

For three weeks, Cas and Dean had hardly spoken, too uncomfortable, too awkward, until Jack had asked them for help, and if there was anything they could not ignore, it was their son coming to him when he needed them.

The trip to bury the book in a remote corner of the country had changed things, softened them, slowly but surely, until after five days, Dean plucked up his courage.

“Cas?” Dean had said as they walked into their motel room for the evening. Cas had looked at him, blinking sleepy eyes, patient.

“I love you,” he’d told him, steeling himself for whatever it was that came next.

“I know,” Cas had answered.

Dean had stared before he could get out “did you just Han Solo me?”

A soft, almost bashful expression crept across Cas’s face, shrugging his shoulders.

Dean gaped.

“Son of a bitch,” he’d said, and lunged in for a kiss.

Three days later, after slow and less slow kisses, linked hands as they drove on back roads, curling up in the same bed, exhausted from the road, Dean left to go get coffee for him and Cas when he stumbled across a pawnshop.

It was a gut decision. The sort you make without thinking through the implications, because it just feels right in the moment, and how could it be anything else later?

It caused more low level panic, however, after the two cheap gold rings had been purchased. He looked down at them in the little plastic baggy they’d given him at the pawnshop.

It’s a lot, he’d thought. It’s a lot, really fast. And he could already picture the look on Sam’s face when they came home, contorted in that specific expression he got when he’s pissy about being confused, the you left for one week and you came back-

Dean closed his fist around the bag before he shoved it in his pocket, stopping by the little donut shop and picking up two coffees and a couple crullers. When he got back to the motel, Cas was in one of his last clean tee shirts and toweling off his hair.

“Got these,” Dean said, putting them on the little piece of furniture the TV rested on. This was a bad idea. He was already acutely aware of what a bad fucking idea this was. His stomach wouldn’t stop clenching. “Little sign in the window says it’s one of the best restaurant in the area according to the newspaper. Course, it could be a really shit newspaper, so-“

“Why are you nervous?” Cas squinted at him as he sat on the edge of the bed to pull on his socks. “What’s going on?”

“I’m not nervous.”

“Is there something supernatural in town that requires our attention?”

“No.” Dean had spent his whole goddamn life successfully bluffing his way out of situations and Cas could see he’s nervous at the drop of a pin. “How can you tell I’m nervous?”

He looked almost exasperated. “I know you. I know when you’re nervous.”

He did, didn’t he?

Hell, even if it wasn’t too late to back out now, he wouldn’t want to.

“Don’t freak out,” he said.

“I’m not freaking out.”

“Okay, well.” He sat down on the ground. Kneeling would be… too far. Too much. He was going to have to do this in a way that made sense or he was gonna panic. “Don’t… start freaking out.”

Cas leaned forwards, resting his elbows on his knees.

“Tell me what’s going on,” he’d said clearly. “And I will not start freaking out.”

Dean got distracted just looking at his face for a few seconds, which had to be in the top ten dumbass Dean Winchester moments, but when Cas’s eyebrows went even further up his forehead he cleared his throat and started fumbling in his pockets.

“Do, uh.” He held out the bag to Cas, who took them with a vaguely baffled expression. “Do you want to wear these?”

Cas stared down at them, bewildered.

“Are these what I’m assuming they are?” he asked slowly.

“Um. I mean, I can’t read your mind, Cas, but-“ Cas gave him a very particular look. “Yes. Yes, those are… what you think they are.”

Cas turned them over in his hands. “Oh.”

“We don’t need to do the whole… shebang. We could just wear them. Unless you wanted to do the whole shebang.”

“I don’t know about ‘shebang’.” Cas did finger quotes while still holding onto the rings and Dean kind of wanted a do over where he did this better just looking at him make them. “It feels like it’s very fast and a long time coming, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, well.” Dean looked down at his hands. “Look, I’m not good at this. You had this whole speech and it was… really good and I’m not. I’m not good at making those speeches. But it’s just… been you, man, it’s been you for a really long time. And it’s the kind of thing where your gut is to say it was always gonna be you, but it wasn’t, right? It wasn’t always gonna be us, Chuck said as much, so that makes it… better, doesn’t it? It makes it better cause we did it ourselves. Even when we didn’t know we were working at it together, we were working at it together. And I’m so glad it was you. Of course I’m so glad it was you. And I want to be doing this with you for as much forever as we get, so. It just… made sense, even though it kinda makes… no sense. I want to do all this with you anyway. The rings, they’re just… they’re just giving it a clearer name than it had before. And if you don’t want that, then it’s fine, because I’ll be here with or without them.”

A heavy silence hung in the air. Dean stared with a little determination at his hands, waiting.

“It was a nice speech,” Cas said, sounding a little choked.

“S’okay.”

“No. It was nice.” Dean finally looked up to see Cas looking a little amused, eyes wet. “Take the compliment, Dean.”

Dean swallowed. “Okay.”

Cas gently turned the bag over in his hand, pulling it up and lightly tipping them out into his palm. He held it out to Dean, who slowly took one of them. They sat there, both holding onto their rings.

“Last chance to take it back,” Cas whispered.

Dean coughed out a bark of laughter. “You first.”

Cas made a similar noise. He quietly slid his ring on at the same time Dean slid on his. He stared at his hand, tilting it this way and that. The gold glinted a little.

“Hey,” he mumbled, unable to keep the slightly giddy grin off his face. “Look at that.”

“Yeah.” A hand slipped into his field of vision as Cas linked theirs together. Dean stares at them, gold against gold. “Look at that.” Cas squeezed it. “Did you ever think someday you’d…”

“No.” Dean swallowed, looking up at him, still grinning. “No, I figured I’d be dead by now.”

Even a joke about his death didn’t seem to be enough to tamp down Cas’s grin. “I’m very glad you’re not.”

“Yeah. Me, too.” Not just for this. Dean had a lot of reasons to be grateful to be alive these days, more than he’d ever expected. But this? This was number one right now.

“We can do the shebang if you want.” Cas couldn’t seem to pry his eyes off their joined hands, either. “I don’t… know much of what’s required for such things. But we can do it, if you want.”

“Can we just… see how it goes?” He winced. “I mean, see how it goes like, see how we feel about that, not like, see how this goes, I’m, I’m really clear on how solid I am about-“

“Yes. I know.” Cas stood and pulled Dean up with him. He was about to groan about how fast he pulled him up when Cas lightly tugged him forwards and kissed him, which is about the only thing that would have made Dean let go of his hand. “It’s only wise to take at least some part of this slow.”

He wouldn’t always, he thought. He kinda liked the idea of a big party with all their friends and maybe Sam officiating, even though he’d never stop hearing about it. But everything that had happened had happened in the space of a few days and he just needed… more than that few days to process it.

“Did you want my last name?” Dean had asked.

“Of course I want your last name. I don’t have a last name.” Cas looked thoughtful. “I think we should tell Sam we did it because it was funny.”

Dean kissed him again. “I’m so glad I married you.” It did funny things to his stomach just to say it.

“You didn’t marry me.” Dean rarely got to see Cas’s face like this, split open with a grin so wide his nose scrunches up. “You threw a ring at me.”

“Handed you. I handed you a ring.”

“It felt like throwing.”

“Give it back, you son of a bitch, I’ll do it again-“

“No-“ Cas laughed. “No, don’t you dare. I liked it how it was.”

“What are you giving me shit for, then?”

“You have found,” he said, still smiling wide. “A way for me to say I will give you shit forever.”

Dean swallowed.

“Awesome,” he manages.

“Your coffee’s getting cold and it’s presumably good coffee. Let’s reheat it and get on the road.”

Dean had taken his hand, then, linking their fingers up.

This is back to the present:

Dean and Cas are sitting in the kitchen at the little table. Cas is reading the newspaper while Dean eats his sandwich. Nobody eats faster than Cas, he thinks, not a person in the world, and the thought makes him suddenly, irrationally fond.

“You’re looking at me,” Cas says without looking up from the newspaper.

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“I dunno. Just am, I guess.” He gives him what he knows has to be a slightly dopey grin. Cas looks amused and returns his attention to the paper. Dean keeps watching him for another few moments.

“Husband,” he says finally.

“Hm?”

“Husband. That’s you. You’re my husband.”

Cas does look up then with a soft smile. “You’re my husband,” he replies, and kisses him gently. “Would you like to go find a movie to watch?”

“Sure.”

The two of them stand and walk out, hands linked, a quiet joy permeating the air between them, a high key contentment radiating off of them for all to see.