#piss of a whole pack of them? Well... lets just say that i wouldn't want to be you

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

They'll choose mercy and they'll be nice because of fucking course they will, they're the Flash family.

also they won't do anything fucked up around the kids

BUT GODDAMN DID THE FRACTION MAKE A MISTAKE.

HOLY SHIT

When the Fraction targeted the Flash family's friends, family and cities, they signed their own death certificate. Their entire empire will crumble. They don't stand a chance.

[deanscherrypie420]

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A/N: Another Cas fic was highly voted for so here it is! My friend helped me with the ideas! Hope you enjoy <3 (Also PETITION FOR MORE CAS GIFS)

Characters: Castiel, Reader Y/N, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Pairing: Castiel X Reader

Warnings: Fluff. That's all I have to say. Lots of fluff.

Summary: You and Castiel have been friends for a little while. You've grown so close and often do everything together. Of course, it doesn't take long for the Winchesters to notice, and after a nice day with Cas, true feelings arise.

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Y/N was in the kitchen making breakfast, scrambled eggs and bacon for everyone. Slowly but surely, the boys began making there way to the table, sitting and chatting about a possible hunt.

When she turned around, she smiled at the sight. She walked over with the pan and scooped food into each of their plates. "Don't worry Sam, the fake bacon is on the stove." She teased him and he rolled his eyes, standing up to fix his plate.

"It's not fake bacon, it's healthier." He muttered and Dean laughed. Once they all sat down and began eating they started discussing a case.

Y/N glanced over and noticed Castiel had finished all of his food. "Damn, Angel. That was quick." She received a small smile and a nod in return, motioning towards the food. "It was good."

The brothers looked at each other for a moment, Dean raising a brow and Sam shaking his head. "Cas, I thought you-" He started, but the younger Winchester cleared his throat obnoxiously loud and gave Dean a tense smile. "We thought you could come with us on the case."

Y/N picked up her beer and rolled her eyes, not buying their bullshit. Castiel's face contorted, a puzzled expression creasing his features. "I almost always go with you, why wouldn't I now?"

"No reason, Cas. Just makin' sure." Dean finished before grabbing his plate and setting it in the sink. "I'm gonna go get ready, meet you guys out by the car in thirty."

She got up and grabbed everyone's plate, rinsing them off in the sink before washing her hands and retreating to her bedroom. Castiel was already there, handing her the bag he packed for her.

"Cas, I am fully capable of packing my own shit." She said as she searched through the luggage, making sure she had everything she needed.

"I know, but I like to make things easier for you." He stated and she smiled up at him. "Thanks. Now let's go, I want shotgun." The angel laughed and walked her outside, his hand on her back the whole way.

Unfortunately, Sam had beat her to the front seat and she groaned. "Seriously, Winchester! You always sit shotgun, let me have a turn!" She whined and Castiel frowned at her.

"You don't like sitting with me?" He asked and she quickly shook her head. "No, no, I just-... Fuck. Fine." She stammered, reluctantly getting into the back.

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When they arrived in Oklahoma, the brothers went to scout out a motel and insisted Cas and Y/N take a look around the area for anything suspicious.

The town was actually quite nice. Bright sun, markets on every block, pretty houses. While they were walking Castiel noticed a flower shop and motioned towards it. "Do you like flowers?" He questioned, and she nodded.

"Yeah, they're pretty. Do you?" She asked back, and he nodded as well. They crossed the street and went inside, the fresh scent of blooming plants flooding her senses.

"Do you want me to buy you flowers?" The angel offered and she smiled up at him. "No, Dean would be pissed if he found out we wasted our time here." She laughed a little at the thought and kept walking around, admiring the beautiful bouquets.

"But I don't think we're wasting time..." He murmured to himself with a small frown. After a moment he quickly followed her out of the store, earning a weird glance from the cashier.

"Y/N," He started and she glanced up at him. He pulled a bundle of purple flowers out from his trench-coat and handed them to her. "I wanted to get you flowers. Dean can't be mad if I didn't spend money."

She felt her cheeks warm as she studied the purple petals. "Castiel, you are aware you just stole from a shop, right?" She chuckled as he bit his lip to think. "Well, that's okay. I'm sure they can grow more."

The two of them laughed as they wandered through streets, the conversations flowing naturally. After a while she checked her phone and sighed. "We should probably get back to them."

"But they haven't called us. They said they would call us if they needed us." The angel bargained, glancing at her phone to see the time as well. "And it's not even that late." He added.

"Don't argue with me, Angel." She teased and he scratched the back of his head with a nervous laugh. "Thank you for the flowers, by the way."

"Of course. They reminded me of you." He responded and she quirked a brow. "Why is that?"

"Because they're beautiful."

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After a few nights, they finally could call this a successful hunt. They went out to celebrate at a diner, Dean in the mood for nothing but pie and beer.

After the waitress came by and took everyone's order, Y/N nudged Cas. "You didn't order anything, do you want to share my plate." He shook his head and squeezed her leg. "No, I don't eat food."

"What do you mean? You eat food all the time." She questioned, a suspicious look on her face. "I don't need food. It all tastes like molecules, so I don't really care for it."

She raised a brow, confusion evident in her expression. "You eat my food." Her voice was raised at the end, as if it were a question. He nodded and smiled down at her, "I care about you."

The two Winchesters looked at each other, Dean obviously grossed out. "Get a room you two." Sam bickered and Dean widened his eyes in agreement. "For not liking food you sure do love the cheesy shit." He muttered.

"I love Y/N." Castiel said in an attempt to defend himself, but the table quickly went silent. Sam and Dean looked at each other with raised brows before glancing over at her.

"Was that inappropriate?" Castiel mumbled as he looked over at her, a slightly uncomfortable look in his eyes. She shook her head and let out an airy laugh. "No, it-... It's perfectly fine. I love you too, Cas."

The brothers broke out in an obnoxious celebration, laughing and nearly yelling at the two of them. "You lucky son of bitch!" Dean hooted, and Sam clapped his hands together in a laughing fit. "Oh that was adorable!"

Castiel looked over at her again, a bit concerned. "Why are they acting weird?" He questioned. "Because they're immature little boys." She retorted, not giving a care in the world. She moved forward and kissed the angel, a soft and quick kiss.

"I love you, Y/N."

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A/N: yippee. This took me a lot of motivation but I finally finished it. THANK YOU @m1zumon6 FOR THE HELP <3 I'm sorry I didn't let them eat grass 😔

I hope you all enjoyed!

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[allmyn1ghts]

hii <3 could you write somethin with jey where him and r have a child nd r convinces jey to dress up with all of them to take christmas photos? 😭

christmas tings ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

Jey Uso x Reader

Synopsis: you want to take Christmas photos, Jey doesn’t. You always get your way somehow.

Warnings: whole lotta fluff

Word Count: 857

A/N: my first-ever request how exciting!! this is such a super fun n' cute idea, thank you for requesting <33

"You wanna do what now?" your husband questions as he looks up from his phone, staring at you like you have two damn heads. "I wanna take Christmas pictures this year Jey! I think it would be so much fun, dontcha think?" You and Jey had been happily married for about five years now and three years in, you welcomed your beautiful baby girl, Gia. You loved your little family, so why wouldn't you take family Christmas photos?

"Yeah?" he says sarcastically. "Yes, Jey!! And then we can get them turned into Christmas cards and send them out to everyone!" you tell him as you walk over to your shared bed, where he sits, following your moving figure. "Yeaa Im good on that one Uce."

"The hell you mean you good?" now it was your turn to question him.

"I just think that whole Christmas picture and cards thing is a lil corny." he shrugs his shoulders.

"Jey, you fuckin' with me right now?" you raise a brow.

"Whatchu' mean?" he looks back down at his phone, doing whatever he was doing prior.

"Joshua Fatu do not play stupid with me right now.". you fold your arms together, he was starting to piss you off, and that's the last thing he ever wants to do to you. He looks right back up to you, giving you all of his attention. "Okay, Okay, damn girl you got me. Can I at least think about it first?" You continue to stare at him.

"I ain't winning this one, am I"

"Not a chance."

a few days later...⋆˙⟡♡

Today, you planned for a photographer to come to your home and take your long-awaited Christmas photos. You're in your two-year-old daughter's room, getting her ready. "you look soo beautiful my love!" you tell Gia as you finish putting on her shoes. She gives you the cutest smile ever. Behind you, you hear Jey's footsteps coming closer to the room. He's wearing the ugliest Christmas sweater ever, and you love it. You decided the three of you would wear ugly Christmas sweaters to add some fun to the photos. " Well don't you look handsome!" you tease. You pick up Gia and walked towards him.

"I appreciate you being such a good sport, Jey." You give him a kiss that makes him smile ever so slightly. "Look at my baby! So damn pretty, just like her momma" He says taking your daughter from your grasp, attacking her with kisses. "Watch your damn mouth Jey," you say nudging him. "you know she's starting to repeat everything!" you don't realize until after you reprimanded him that you made the same mistake he did. He looks at you with a teasing grin.

"Don't you dare" you smile

"Oh my god, Y/N! Watch your mouth! She repeats everything"

You roll your eyes playfully as he brings the three of you into a hug.

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"Beautiful guys! Let's get a final one of yall together"

You hold your toddler in your hands while Jey hugs you from behind. The picture-taking had been going on for about an hour or two, and yall were ready to be done. "You know y/n, this ain't so bad." Jey tells you. "you see! I told you it would be fun" you say leaning into him.

"Perfert! Yall look great, the pictures came out great too." The photographer walks over to yall, showing the shots they got. You were in love with them. There were a mix of candid photos and ones you actually posed for. Some had the three of you, just your daughter, or just you and Jey. "Oh, babe!! I love them, whatcha think?" you say looking up at Jey. "My two favorite girls, lookin' beautiful as always". He kisses your forehead and looks at the photographer. "You killed that Uce, 'preciate it."

"I'll send em all to y/n once I get them all on the computer." The photographer begins to pack up their stuff. "Thanks again!" you say as he walks out. "Ion know bout you, but that bed upstairs is callin' my name." You laugh at his comment. "oh absolutely, it's nap time for all of us." You look at your daughter whos passed out on the couch.

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After a few weeks, you finally received the pictures and made them into Christmas cards.

"Hey Jey, come down here for a sec, I got somthin' to show you!" He comes down the stairs a few seconds later and heads towards you in the kitchen. "Wassup mama?". You hand him the card. "They finally came!" He looked at the card reading the text.

Merry Christmas From The Fatu Family! Love, Y/N, Joshua & Gia. Followed by a collage of many photos taken that day.

"They look great baby, thank you for doin' all this."

"Aww don't get all sappy on me now, I remember how much you hated the idea! Now look at 'chu." You both laughed.

"Yeah yeah whatever you say y/n," he says before kissing your forehead and going back upstairs.

Something tells you this is the start of a brand new tradition in your family.

Thank you for reading!! if you enjoyed please like n' reblog and let me know what you thought in the comments <3

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[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Hunted

Masterlist

"Before Dad died he, he told me something — something about you two." Dean said to us. "What?" Sam asked but he doesn't respond. "Dean, what did he tell you?" I asked. "He said that he wanted me to watch out for you, to take care of you." Dean said. "He told you that a million times." Sam said. "He also wanted me to watch out for (y/n)." Dean added.

"Why?" I asked. "He said that I had to save you two." Dean said. "Save us from what?" Sam asked. "He just said that I had to save you two, that nothing else mattered; and that if I couldn't, I'd..." Dean stops as his jaw sets and he swallows.

"You'd what, Dean?" I asked, curious but also nervous. "That I'd have to kill you two. He said that I might have to kill you guys." Dean said and I felt the air leave my lungs for a moment as my jaw drops and my eyes widen. "Kill us? What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Sam asked him, confused.

"I don't know." Dean said, shrugging. "I mean, he must have had some kind of reason for saying it, right? Did he know the demon's plans for us? Are we supposed to go Darkside or something? What else did he say, Dean?" I asked, frantically. "Nothing, that's it, I swear." Dean said.

"How could you not have told us this?" Sam asked, angrily. "Because it was Dad, and he begged me not to." Dean said and I let out a scoff and place my hands over my face. "Who cares?! Take some responsibility for yourself, Dean! You had no right to keep this from me or from (y/n)!" Sam shouts.

"You think I wanted this? Huh? I wish to God he'd never opened his mouth. Then I wouldn't have to walk around with this screaming in my head all day." Dean yells and I turn and take a few steps away from them, I hear Sam following behind me.

"(Y/n)?" Sam said and I don't respond immediately. Right now there was so many emotions going through me right now, anger, hurt, shock, fear. I'm just so confused about everything.

I let out a sigh before I speak. "We've just got to figure out what's going on, then, what the hell all this means." I said. "We do? I've been thinking about this, I think we should just lay low. You know? At least for a while. It'd be safer. And that way I can make sure—" Dean started to say and I turn around to face him.

"What? That Sam and I don't turn evil? That we don't turn into some kind of killer?" I yelled. "I never said that." Dean said. "Jeez, if you're not careful you will have to waste me and Sam one day, Dean." I growled. "I never said that! Damnit, guys, this whole thing is spinning out of control. All right? You two are immune to some weirdo demon virus, and I don't even know what the hell anymore. And both of you are pissed at me, I get it. That's fine, I deserve it. But we lay low until we figure out our next move, okay?" Dean said.

"Forget it." Sam said. "Sam, please, man. Hey, please. Just give me some time. Give me some time to think, okay? I'm begging you here, please. Please." Dean pleads and Sam looks over at me and I shrug at him before we nod, reluctantly, at Dean.

That night, Sam and I pack up our stuff and leave the motel room, a bag over our shoulders. I hate leaving Dean behind on his own but...I just can't be around him right now. Hiding that very important information from us, was just wrong. I don't care if John made him promise.

We walk quietly past the Impala to a small black car; Sam opens the door with a coat hanger as I look around. Sam gets the door open and gets in then he unlocks the passenger side doo and I get in. And we began to drive away.

*3rd Person POV*

Sam enters the Roadhouse, and heads turn to look at him. Ellen is behind the bar, and looks up as he approaches. She smiles knowingly. "Sam." She said. "Hey, Ellen." He said as he grins sheepishly. "You don't seem that surprised to see me." He said to her.

"Well, your brother's been calling, worried sick, looking for you and (y/n). By the way, where is she?" Ellen said. "Yeah. Figured he might. Um...(y/n)..I dropped her off at one of her safehouse. She said she needed to clear her mind, haven't seen her since." Sam said.

"What's going on between the three of you?" Ellen asked and Sam bites his lips. It had been a few days since him and (y/n) left Dean at the hotel and just a couple of days since Sam last saw (y/n). She told Sam if he ever got a lead about ol' yellow eyes, she would come help him but for now she needed to get some fresh air and got on her bike and drove away.

Sam pulls out of his thoughts and ignores Ellen's question. "So, um, how's Jo?" He asked her and she nods. "Well, I don't really know." She replied and Sma furrowed his brow. "What do you mean?" Sam asked. "Well, I haven't seen her in weeks. She sends a postcard now and again." Ellen said.

"Well, what happened?" He asked her. "Well, after she worked that job with you three she decided she wanted to keep on hunting. I said not under my roof, and she said fine." Ellen replied and Sam looks down in guilt. "So I'm probably the last person you want to see right now." Sam said and Ellen let's out a throaty chuckle.

"Oh, don't get me wrong. I wish I could blame the hell out of you boys and (y/n). It'd be easier. Truth is, it's not your fault, Sam. None of it is. I want you to know that I forgave your daddy and (y/n)'s daddy a long time ago for what happened to my Bill. I just don't think they ever forgave themselves. Especially, (father's name). He may have had a rough exterior but he had a big heart." Ellen said.

"What did happen?" Sam asked her and she looks down before clearing her throat. "Um, so, why did you come here, sweetie?" She asked, ignoring his question. "I need help." Sam said.

"What am I looking for, Sam?" Ash asked Sam as he and Ellen sit at the bar. "Other people, other psychics, like me and (y/n). As many as possible, and I need a nationwide search." Sam replied. "But I thought there was no way to track them all down. Not all of them had nursery fires like you and (y/n) did." Ellen said.

"Well, no, but some had to. Start there." Sam said to Ash.

Sometime later, Ash emerges from his back room with a piece of paper in his hand. He gives it a flourish. "Done, and done." He said as Sam looks over at him. "That was fast." Sam said as Ash comes over to him. "Well, apparently, that's my job. Make the monkey dance at the keyboard." Ash said and Ellen rolls her eyes.

"Just tell us what you got, Ash." She said. "Five folks fit the profile nationwide. Born in '83, mother died in a nursery fire, the whole shebang." Ash said. "Five? That's it?" Sam asked. "Sam Winchester from Lawrence, Kansas, (y/n) (l/n) from Eudora, Kansas, Max Miller from Saginaw, Michigan, Andrew Gallagher from Guthrie, Oklahoma, and uh, another name. Scott Carey." Ash said.

"You got an address?" Sam asked. "Kind of. The Arbor Hill Cemetery in Lafayette, Indiana. Plot four-eighty-six." Ash replied. "So he's dead?" Sam asked and Ash nods. "Killed, about a month ago." Ash said. "Killed how?" Sam asked. "Stabbed. Parking lot. Fuzz don't have much, no suspects..." Ash said and Sam nods. "All right. Thank you." He said.

As he gets up to leave, Ash slaps him on the back; when he's out of eyeshot Ash picks up Sam's half-full beer and starts drinking it. 

"Where are you going?" Ellen asked Sam as he pulls out his phone. "Indiana." Sam said. "Sam? I've gotta call Dean, I've gotta let him know where you are." Ellen said. "Ellen. I'm trying to find answers, about who (y/n) and I are. And my brother means well, but he can't protect us from that. Please." Sam said and Ellen nods, reluctantly.

Sam nods back and starts to walk out of the bar and dials a number. "Hey, it's me. How far are you from the Roadhouse?" Sam asked to the person on the other end. He smiles once the person answers. "Well, I think I've got something. Just pick me up at the Roadhouse. Thanks. See ya." Sam said and he hangs up.

Ten minutes later, a roar of a motorcycle sounds out and Sam watches as the motorcycle gets closer and then stops. The driver pulls off their helmet to reveal that it was (y/n). "Well, hey, good-looking! Need a ride?" She teased him. Sam scoffs, playfully, and shakes his head as he walks up to the bike.

"Hey, (y/n)." He said as he gets on behind her. "So where are we going?" (Y/n) asked him. "Lafayette, Indiana." Sam replied as she digs into her bag and pulls out an extra helmet. "Alrighty then. Here you're gonna need this. And hang onto me." She said as she hands the helmet to him. He puts it on as (y/n) puts her helmet back on, Sam places his hand on her waist and they take off.

*(y/n)'s POV*

"So you say you two went to high school with Scott?" Mr Carey said to us as we sit in his living room. "Uh, yes sir, we did. We just heard about what happened, we're so sorry." Sam said to him. "Scotty was a good boy. He changed a lot since you two knew him." Mr Carey said.

"What do you mean?" I asked him. "It started about a year ago with these headaches. And then he got depressed, paranoid, nightmares." He explained. "Nightmares?" I said and Sam and I look at each other. "Um, did he ever talk to you about his nightmares? What he saw, or..." Sam started to ask but Mr Carey shakes his head.

"No, no. He closed up with me. I tried to get him help, but nothing took. He'd just lock himself in his room for days." He said. "You think maybe we could see his room?" Sam asked him.

Later, Sam and I enter the room which contain a bare bed with a sleeping bag, some bookshelves covered in books and cassette tapes. On the bedside table, we see several bottles of pills, prescribed by Dr. George Waxler. Then I go and open the closet and shove aside the clothes to reveal a collage of yellow eyes cut out of photos or magazines, glued to the wall. 

"Sam..." I said, nervously, and he comes up next to me and sees the collage. Then the two of us share a look.

That night, we walk across the parking lot of the Blue Rose Motel. As we get to the door, I sensed we're were not alone. I turn and grab the figure behind us, shoving her against the wall. "Who are you?" I asked her, angrily. "Please! You two are in danger." She said to us, frantically.

Inside, we let the girl in as she paces along the floor, talking somewhat frantically. "Okay, look, I know how all this sounds, but I am not insane and I am not on drugs. Okay? I am normal, and this is way, way off the map for me." She said. "All right, all right, just, just calm down. Okay? What's your name?" Sam asked her, calmly.

"Ava." She replied.

"Ava?" Sam and I said.

"Ava Wilson." She said.

"Ava, I'm Sam Winchester and this is (y/n) (l/n), all right? Now, you were telling us about these dreams of yours?" Sam said. "Uh, yeah, uh, okay, about a year ago I started having these, like, headaches, and just, nightmares, I guess. And I really didn't think much of it until I had this one dream where I saw this guy get stabbed in a parking lot." Ava said.

"When was this?" I asked her. "Uh, about a month ago. But, anyway, a couple of days later, I found this." She said then she pulls out a newspaper clipping and hands it to us; it reads LOCAL MAN STABBED TO DEATH IN PARKING LOT next to a picture of Scott Carey. Sam takes the clipping. 

"I saw this guy die, days before it happened. I don't know why, I don't know, it's just for some reason, my dreams are coming true. And last night I had another one." She said to us. "Okay." I said. "About you two. I saw both of you die." Ava said.

"How did you find us?" I asked her. "Oh, uh, you had motel stationery, and I Googled the motel, and it was real, and so I just thought that I should warn you two." Ava said to us. "I don't believe this." Sam said, almost relieved.

"Oh, oh, of course you don't. You think I'm a total nutjob." Ava said, disappointed. "Wait, no, no, no, I mean, you must be one of us." Sam said to her. "Sorry, one of, one of who?" She asked. "One of the Psychics. Like us. Look, Ava, Sam and I have visions too, all right? So we're connected." I said to her and she laughs.

"Okay, so, you two are nuts. That's great." She said. "Okay, okay, look. Did your mother happen to die in a house fire?" Sam asked her. "No, my mother lives in Palm Beach!" She replied and I look over at Sam. "So she doesn't fit the pattern either." I said and he nods while Ava frowns at us in confusion.

*3rd Person POV*

Dean was driving alone when his cell phone rings. He picks up. "Hello?" He answers. "It's Ellen." Ellen said. "Hey, have you heard from Sam or (y/n)?" Dean asked her.

"I've heard from Sam, but he made me promise not to tell you where he is." Ellen said and Dean rolls his eyes. "Come on, Ellen, please. Something bad could be going on here, and I swore I'd look after those two." Dean said, annoyed.

"Now Dean, they say you can't protect your loved ones forever." Ellen said then she sighs. "Well, I say screw that. What else is family for? He's in Lafayette, Indiana." She replied. "And (y/n)?" Dean asked, his heart beating faster. "She's with him. She picked him up on her bike and the two took off." Ellen said. "Thanks." Dean said and he hangs up.

*(y/n)'s POV*

"Why can't you two just leave town? Please? Before both of you blow up?" Ava asked us. "No, we can't." I said to her. "Oh, God. Why not?" She asked us, frustrated. "Because there's something going on here, Ava. With you, with me, with (y/n). I mean, there are others like us out there. And we're all a part of something, and (y/n) and I have got to figure out what." Sam said and she rolls her eyes at us.

"Okay, you know what? Screw you, guys. Okay? Because I'm a secretary from Peoria and I'm not part of anything! Okay? Do you see this?" She exclaims as she fingers her engagement ring. "I am getting married in eight weeks. I am supposed to be at home addressing invitations, which I am way behind on, by the way. But instead, I drove out here to save both of your weirdo asses. But if you guys just want to stay here and die, fine. Me? I'm due back on Planet Earth." Ava exclaims.

"Don't you want to know why this is happening? I mean, don't these visions scare the hell out of you? Because if you walk out that door right now you might never know the truth. We need your help." I said to her and she sighs.

After getting Ava to distract Scott's therapist and Sam and I broke in to his office and grabbed Scott's file, we make it back to the hotel and look at the files. Ava looks at it, stunned.

"Are you okay?" I asked her. "Am I okay? I just helped you two steal some dead guy's confidential psych files." Ava said, panicked, then she smiles. "I'm awesome!" She exclaims, excitedly, and I chuckle.

Later, we pull out the voice recorder and play the session. "It started a little over a year ago. Migraines, at first. Then I found I could do...stuff." Scott's voice said. "What do you mean, do stuff?" The doctor asked. "I have this ability. When I touch something, I can electrocute it if I want." Scott replied and the three of us share a worried look.

*3rd Person POV*

Dean pulls into the parking lot in the Impala; when he sees (y/n) through the window of the room, and Sam pacing behind her, he sighs in relief. "Oh, thank God you're okay." Dean whispers as he stares at her. He didn't want to admit it but he not only missed Sam but he missed (y/n) too. Probably more than he should and he starts to think does he care for (y/n) more than just friends?

(Y/n) moves aside, revealing Ava through the window. Dean's brow furrows. "What the hell? Who is that?" He mutters as he looks at this, confused.

*(y/n)'s POV*

"What else does the yellow-eyed man say?" The doctor asked as I lean forward against the table and Sam looks at the recorder, confused. "He has plans for me. He says there's a war coming. That people like me, we're going to be the soldiers. Everything's about to change." Scott said and the recording ends.

"He's not talking about us, right?" Ava asked us. "Yeah, I think he is." Sam said. "But how can we turn into that?" She asked. "I don't--" I started to say when the window behind us shatters. Sam and I dive to the floor with Ava, shielding her body. 

"Get down!" I shouted. "Oh my God! What's happening?" Ava asked as a couple of more gunshots go off then stop. "I don't know." Sam and I shouted.

*3rd Person POV*

As the shooter, Gordon, is about to take another head-shot at Sam, Dean jumps him from behind. "Gordon!" Dean shouts as he kicks Gordon, then pins him down on his back, hitting him over and over again in the face. Dean then grabs him by the collar.

"You do that to my brother or (y/n), I'll kill you!" Dean growls at him. "Dean, wait." Gordon said then he manages to grab the rifle and slam it into Dean twice, knocking him out. He stands over Dean, panting and gushing blood from his lip.

*(y/n)'s POV*

Ava, Sam and I go up to the roof of the building across from the motel. We came up cause if Sam and I were correct this would be where the shooter was but whoever the person was they are long gone.

"Wait, I don't understand. Shouldn't we be talking to the cops?" Ava asked us. "Trust me, that wouldn't do us much good." I said as Sam picks up a bullet shell. "These are .223 caliber. Subsonic rounds. The guy must have put a suppressor on the rifle." Sam said as he hands the shell to me.

"Dude, who are you?" Ava asked him. "Oh. I just, uh, I just watch a lot of TJ Hooker." Sam said and he pulls out his cell phone. "Who are you calling?" Ava asked. "My brother. I think we definitely need help." Sam replied.

*3rd Person POV*

"Hello?" Dean replied as Gordon holds the phone up to his ear since Dean was tied up in a chair. "Dean!" Sam said. "Sam, I've been looking for you and (y/n)." Dean said. "Yeah. Look, we're in Indiana, uh Lafayette." Sam said.

"I know." Dean said and Sam looks confused. "You do?" He asked. "Yeah, I talked to Ellen. Just got here myself. It's a real funky town. You and (y/n) ditched me, Sammy." Dean said. "Yeah, I'm sorry. Look, right now there's someone after us." Sam said.

"What? Who?" Dean asked. "I don't know, that's what we need to find out. Where are you?" Sam asked. "I'm staying at, uh, 5637 Monroe St. Why don't you and (y/n) meet me here?" Dean said and Sam nods. "Yeah. Sure." Sam said and he hangs up.

"Now, was that so hard?" Gordon asked Dean as he puts away the phone. "Bite me." Dean growls.

*(y/n)'s POV*

Sam puts his phone away but he looked worried. "What is it?" I asked him. "Dean's in trouble." Sam said and my eyes widen. "What?" Ava exclaimed. "He gave me a codeword. Someone's got a gun on him." Sam said

"Codeword?" Ava said, confused. "Yeah. Funkytown." Sam said and Ava gives him a confused look. "Well, he thought of it. It's kind of a...long story. I...come on." Sam said and the three of us started running

*3rd Person POV*

Gordon has his back to Dean as he opens a canvas bag and starts pulling out weapons. "So Gordy. I know me, Sam and (y/n) ain't exactly your favorite people, but don't you think this is a little extreme?" Dean asked him.

"What, you think this is revenge?" Gordon asked him. "Well, we did leave you tied up in your own mess for three days." Dean said before he laughs then he looks back at Gordon. "Which was awesome. Sorry, I shouldn't laugh." He said.

"Yeah. I was definitely planning on whuppin' your ass for that. But that's not what this is. This isn't personal. I'm not a killer, Dean. I'm a hunter. And your brother and that girl are fair game." Gordon said as he slams a knife into its sheath while Dean looks at him, stunned.

*(y/n)'s POV*

Sam, Ava and I approach her blue VW beetle as she turns to us. "I don't think I should leave." She said. "We want you out of harm's way, Ava." Sam said to her. "What about you guys?" She asked us.

"Harm's way doesn't really bother us." I said to her. "No, but you guys are walking right into my vision. I mean, this is how you two die." She said to us. "Doesn't matter. It's my brother." Sam said. "Maybe I could help!" Ava said and ibplsce a hand on her shoulder.

"You've done all you can. Just, just go back to your fiance." I said and she looks at us, worried. "Are you sure?" She asked. "Yes, we're sure. Go home, Ava. You'll be safe there." Sam said and she gets into her car. "Well, just, promise me you'll call, then. I mean, when you get your brother, just to let me know that everything's all right." She said.

"We promise." Sam and I say and she smiles then starts her car and drives off.

*3rd Person POV*

Gordon was leaning against a pillar, cradling a rifle and speaking casually. "See, I was doing an exorcism down in Louisiana. Teenage girl, seemed routine, some low-level demon. But between all the jabbering and the head-spinning, the damn thing muttered something. About a coming war. And I don't think it meant to, it just kind of slipped out. But it was too late. Piqued my interest. And you can really make a demon talk, you got the right tools." He explained.

"And what happened to the girl it was possessing?" Dean asked her. "She didn't make it." Gordon said and Dean shakes his head. "Well, you're a son of a bitch." Dean grumbles.

Gordon stares at him then stands up and slaps him. "That's my momma you're talking about." Gordon yelled as Dean groans in pain. "Anyway. This demon tells me there are soldiers to fight in this coming war. Humans, fighting on hell's side. You believe that? I mean, they're psychics, so they're not exactly pure humans, but still. What kind of worthless scumbag have you got to be to turn against your own race?" Gordon said as Dean glares at him.

"But you know the biggest kick in the ass? This demon said I knew two of them. Our very own Sammy Winchester and (y/n) (l/n)." Gordon said and Dwan begins to chuckle. "Oh, this is...this is a whole new level of moronic, even for you." Dean said to him

"Yeah? Come on, Dean. I know. About Sam's and (y/n)'s visions. I know everything." Gordon said. "Really? Because a demon told you?" Dean asked and he laughs. "Yeah, and it wasn't lying." He grumbles. "Hey, Dean. I'm not some reckless yahoo, okay? I did my homework. Made damn sure it was true. Look, you've got your Roadhouse connections, I got mine. It's how I found Sammy and (y/n) in the first place." Gordon said as he crosses to the corner and sits.

"About a month ago I found another one of these freaks here in town. He could deep-fry a person just by touching them." He said. "Yeah, did he kill anyone?" Dean asked him. "Well, besides Mr. Tinkles the cat? No. But he was working up to it. They're all gonna be killers, Dean. We've got to take them all out. And that means Sammy and (y/n) too." Gordon said as he cocks the rifle.

"You think Sam and (y/n) are stupid enough to walk through that front door?" Dean asked him. "No, I don't. Especially since I'm sure you found a way to warn them. Ha. You really think I'm that stupid?" Gordon said as Dean raises his eyebrows, meaningfully.

Gordon stands and starts pacing. "No. They're going to scope the place first, see me covering the front door. So they're going to take the back. And when they do they'll hit the tripwire. Then --" he said as he takes a grenade from his bag. "Boom." He said.

"They're not gonna fall for a friggin' tripwire." Dean said. "Maybe you're right. That's why I'll have a second one." Gordon said. "Hey, look. I'm sorry. I wish I didn't have to do this, I really do. But for what it's worth, it'll be quick." He said then he goes to setting up the tripwire across the back doorway.

Then he returns to the room where Dean is tied up and straddles a chair. "Come on, man. I know Sam and (y/n), okay, better than anyone. Sam's got more of a conscience than I do, I mean, the guy feels guilty surfing the Internet for porn. (Y/n), she's kind've like in the middle, it depends on the situation; but killing innocent people, she can't stand that." Dean said.

"Maybe you're right. But one day they're going to be a monster." Gordon said. "How? Huh? How's a couple of people like Sam and (y/n) become monsters?" Dean asked. "Beats me. But they will." Gordon said. "No, you don't know that!" Dean yells, angrily.

"I'm surprised at you, Dean. Getting all emotional. I'd heard you were more of a professional than this. Look, let's say you were cruising around in that car of yours and, uh, you had little Hitler riding shotgun, right? Back when he was just some goofy, crappy artist. But you knew what he was going to turn into someday. You'd take him out, no questions, am I right?" Gordon asked and Dean shakes his head. "That's not Sam or (y/n)." Dean said.

"Yes it is. You just can't see it yet. Dean, it's their destiny. Look, I'm sympathetic. He's your brother, you love the guy. And she's your best friend, or maybe she's more...I don't know, you seem to have a soft spot for her. This has got to hurt like hell for you." Gordon said as he reaches into his bag and pulls out a scarf.

Then he stands up and walks towards Dean. "But here's the thing." Gordon said and he gags Dean with the scarf. "It would wreck him. But your dad? If it really came right down to it, he would have had the stones to do the right thing here. But you're telling me you're not the man he is?" He asked and Dean glares, furiously, at him.

*(y/n)'s POV*

Sam and I approach the cabin while Sam holds up the sheet of motel stationary with an address written on it. We approach the house, cautiously, and we could see Dean tied up to a chair and someone I didn't expect to see, Gordon.

I bit my lips in anger as Sam and I exchange a look then we go around back. We try the door and find it locked; I pull out my lockpick and work it open. 

*3rd Person POV*

The clicks from the door can be heard in the front room; Dean looks around wildly. "Ya hear 'em?" Gordon asked while in the back room, (y/n) gets the door open and the two creep in.

"Here they come." Gordon mutters and a second later the first grenade explodes. Dean flinches, helplessly, and he screams at Gordon through his gag. "Hold on. Not yet. Just wait and see." Gordon said and the second grenade goes off.

Dean struggles, violently, choke-sobbing through the gag. Gordon crosses the room and stops beside him. "Sorry, Dean." He said and he goes into the back room, rifle ready. He sees Sam's and (y/n)'s smoking boots on the ground. He smiles but is still wary.

As he turns away from the back door, Sam raises a gun to the back of Gordon's head and cocks it. "Drop the gun." Sam said in a low commanding voice. "Shouldn't take your shoes off around here. You might get tetanus." Gordon said.

"Put it down now!" Sam shouts at him

In the front room, Dean turns, hearing Sam's voice, and grunts in relief. Then he felt someone touch his arm. He jumps slightly then turns to see (y/n) kneeled by next to him and she smiles at him. "Hey, Princess Peach. I'm here to rescue you." She jokes as she pulls out her knife and starts to cut his binds while Dean grunts in relief again.

Out back, Gordon slowly lowers the rifle to the floor. "You wouldn't shoot me, would you, Sammy? Because your brother, he thinks you're some kind of saint." He said to Sam. "Yeah? Well, I wouldn't be so sure." Sam said. "See, that's what I said." Gordon saud and he turns quickly, knocking the gun out of Sam's hand and attacking him methodically until he goes down.

In the front room, Dean and (y/n) hear the scuffle and (y/n) starts to cut the ropes faster.

Out back, Gordon slowly approaches Sam, who's flat on his back, coughing. Gordon pulls out his knife. "You're no better than the filthy things you hunt." He said. As Gordon raises the knife, Sam lashes out, flipping Gordon over. He punches him twice, then grabs the rifle and points it at his head. 

"Do it. Do it! Show your brother the killer you really are, Sammy." Gordon yells. Sam hesitates, then slams the butt of the rifle into Gordon's head, knocking him out. "It's Sam." Sam said, fuming.

*(y/n)'s POV*

I finally get Dean out of his binds and he pulls off the gag from his mouth. After we stand up, Dean goes and hugs me and I hug him as well just as Sam shuffles exhaustedly into the room. Dean and I pull away from the embrace and we look over at Sam. Dean goes over to Sam and he cups his hand around Sam's neck, staring at him closely.

Sam nods at him then he claps a hand to Dean's shoulder. Dean wheels around to head to the back room. "That son of a..." Dean growls but I go and grab his shoulder. "Dean. No." I said. "We let him live once. I'm not making the same mistake twice." Dean growls and Sam shakes his head.

"Trust me. Gordon's taken care of. Come on." Sam said as we reach out and fists Dean's jacket, pulling him towards the front door. 

We walk, well Sam staggers, down the steps from the cabin and away from it. Moments later, we hear gunfire then we look over and see Gordon chasing us. The boys and I duck and run for cover. "Come on!" Dean yells as we run. "You call this taken care of?" Dean asked us and we dive into a ditch by the side of the road and huddle, watching Gordon approach.

"What the hell are we doing?" Dean asked us. "Just trust us on this, all right?" I said to him as we watch Gordon approaches. Then three police cars, sirens blaring, pull into the clearing and surround Gordon. Cops emerge, weapons ready. 

"Drop your weapons! Get down on your knees!" One cop yells. "Do it, now!" Another cop yells. The boys and I grin at each other as Gordon drops to his knees and glares in our direction. "Put your hands on your head. Easy now." One cop yells and the cop cuffs Gordon and pats him down, then leads him to a squad car.

"Anonymous tip." Sam said to Dean, who smiles at us. "You guys are fine upstanding citizens." Dean said and I smiled back at him.

*3rd Person POV*

"Gordon Walker was hunting Sam and (y/n)?" Ellen asked as she was on the phone with Dean, who was standing outside of the Impala, and Sam was sitting inside of the car and (y/n) was sitting in her bike which was parked against the Impala.

"Yeah, he almost killed all of us because somebody over there can't keep their friggin' mouth shut." Dean yells, angrily. "And you honestly think that it was me? Or Ash? Or Jo? No way." Ellen said. "Well, who else knows about Sam and (y/n), huh?" Dean said as he turns to look at Sam in the car then over at (y/n), who gives a smirk.

"I mean, you must have been talking to somebody." Dean said, accusing. "Hey, you can say a lot of things about us. But we are not disloyal. And we're not stupid. We haven't breathed a word of this." Ellen said. "Gordon said he had Roadhouse connections, Ellen." Dean yells.

"And this roadhouse is full of other hunters. They're all smart. They're good trackers. Each of them with their own patterns and connections. Look, hell, I could name twelve of them right now that are capable of putting this together." Ellen said before she sighs. "I am sorry about what happened, Dean. But I can't control these people. Or what they choose to believe." Ellen said to him.

*(y/n)'s POV*

After stopping by my safe house and dropping off my bike, I sit in the Impala as Dean drives and Sam is talking on his phone. "Hey, Ava, it's Sam. Again. Um, call me when you get this, just want to make sure you got home okay. All right. Bye." Sam said. 

"Everything all right?" Dean asked him. "Yeah, I hope so." Sam said. "Well, Gordon should be reaching for the soap for the next few years at least." Dean said and I chuckle. "Yeah. If they pin Scott Carey's murder on him. And if he doesn't bust out." I said and we sit in silence.

"Guys, you two ever take off like that again..." Dean started to say, warningly, until Sam speaks up. "What? You'll kill us?" Sam asked and we chuckle. "That is so not funny." Dean said.

"All right. All right. So where to next, then?" I asked. "One word: Amsterdam." Dean said. "Dean!" Sam and I shouted. "Come on, guys, I hear the coffeeshops don't even serve coffee." Dean said. "We're not just gonna ditch the job." I said to him.

"Screw the job. Screw it, guys, I'm sick of the job anyway. I mean, we don't get paid, we don't get thanked. The only thing we get's bad luck." Dean said, angrily. "Well, come on, dude, you're a hunter. I mean, it's what you were meant to do." Sam said. "Ah, I wasn't meant to do anything, I don't believe in that destiny crap." Dean growls.

"You mean you don't believe in mine or Sam's destiny." I said. "Yeah, whatever." Dean growls. "Look, Dean, I've tried running before. I mean, I ran all the way to California and look what happened. You can't run from this." Sam said to him. "And you can't protect me or Sam." I said and Dean looks up at the mirror at me.

"I can try." He said. "Thanks for that." Sam and I said and Dean nods. "Look, Dean, we're gonna keep hunting. I mean, whatever is coming, we're taking it head-on, so if you really want to watch our backs, then I guess you're gonna have to stick around." Sam said to Dean.

"Bitch." Dean said to Sam.

"Jerk." Sam said.

"Jackass." I said to Dean.

"Weirdo." Dean said and the three of us grin at each other.

But seconds later, Sam frowns and picks up his phone again. "You calling that Ava girl again? You sweet on her or something?" Dean asked him. "She's engaged, Dean." Sam said. "So? What's the point in saving the world if you can't get a little nookie once in a while, huh?" Dean said and I scoff as Sam hangs up, scowling in thought.

"What?" Dean asked Sam. "Just a feeling. How far is it to Peoria?" Sam asked him.

Later, we break into Ava's house and look around. "Hello? Is anybody home?" Sam calls out and we go into the bedroom to find Ava's fiance dead, face-up on the bed; his shirt and the sheets are soaked in blood. 

"Oh my God." Sam gasped while I place a hand over my mouth, shocked. Dean runs a finger along the windowsill, staring at the powdery substance collected there. "Hey." He said and Sam turns and Dean holds up his fingers.

"Sulfur. Demon's been here." Dean said then I see something on the floor and kneels, picking it up. It was Ava's engagement ring.

Sam and I look up at each other as I look back at the ring in fear. "Ava." Sam whispers as I bite my lips.

[reasonsmandy]

His Dancing Is An Atrocity

Eddie Roundtree x Fem! Reader

✧.* requested by anon — i miss eddie(djats) fics, sooo a bit of a jealousy thing that leads to obscenity (no prompt for that)

✧.* summary — This trip was everything you wanted after working so long, it would be the best days of your vacation for sure, but something was preventing Eddie from having the same experience.

✧.* warnings — jealousy

✧.* word count — 2.8k

✧.* 🎸 — Eddie's masterlist

You were all very excited for this vacation, after all, you've been giving your all to the band since the Aurora recordings. You loved being among those idiots, and being able to play your keyboard and create music together with them was awesome. So by the time the pay checks arrived at the house in Laurel Canyon you were already planning a trip with the whole gang.

Warren was super excited, he had planned all the way on his boat to take you to a beach house that Graham had rented, so there you were, packing all your stuff for a sensational week full of drinks, music and of course drugs.

“Guys, are you going to take a long time to finish packing?” You say, getting the attention of the boys in the room.“Billy and Camila just left their house, they'll be here in a few minutes. We need to be ready.”

“I'm just waiting for my guest to arrive.” Graham speaks, relaxing his body on the couch.

“Ooh, who is the girl, uh?” Warren says with a smirk on his face, bouncing on the couch cushion like a little kid.

“No girl, man.” The younger Dunne says laughing. “In fact, I called that guy who started working with us at the record company, the one who mixes the songs, you know?”

“Oh, really?” Your body language changes at the mention of the man who has caught your attention since the last recordings, was nothing more than a crush.

“Someone seems interested, huh.” Rojas gets off the couch to go to you, nudging you as his sentence is spoken.

“Shut up Warren.” Roundtree's voice emanates when he enters the place. “Don't let him piss you off Y/N.”

“Alright, sorry for bringing up the obvious.” He shrugs, putting a cigarette to her lips while lighting it next. “I'm going to get my chick on the way there, so I think we're ready.”

“Why did you ask that guy to go with us?” Roundtree broached the subject again, his tone oddly irritated.

“We became close friends over the last few days, I figured it wouldn't be a problem.” The guitarist responds, looking directly at Eddie.

“Well, it is.” You frown at his response, approaching him you gently touch his left hand making him look at you.

“Can I talk to you privately for a second?” You whisper in his ear, and he nods. “Guys, we'll wait for you in the van, okay?”

Eddie adjusts his jacket around his body, making his way behind you following like a puppy dog, the two of you open the back of the van and settle in there, you sit in front of him facing him for a few seconds.

“What's going on with you?” You ask, arching your eyebrows in question. “You were super rude with Graham over there.”

“I thought this was a family trip, that's all.” He shrugs, but you knew him very well to know that he was lying.

“Stop lying, Warren was talking about the twins he wanted to bring the whole week, you knew it wasn't going to be just us. Spill it!”

“I told you, it's nothing.” He relaxes his body, his eyes managing to make your body shiver.

You and Eddie had a lot of tension going on between you since you joined the band, you had already made out a few times when the drink or drugs hit you hard, but neither of you had the courage to bring it up the next day. In addition, you had a sensational energy, which was part of the rest of the band, perhaps the desire to be with each other emanated in the notes you played or was it conveyed in the looks exchanged.

You guys felt comfortable being in each other's presence and maintaining that dynamic where everything lives between the lines. So you clearly knew something was wrong, he was irritated out of the blue, his excuses were not plausible, and the sullen look that resided on his face was noticeable from miles away. But you decide not to bring it up anymore, you knew him, and knew that sooner or later if something was really bothering him he would say something about it.

The van parks a few meters away from the pier, you could already see Warren's boat baptized as “Aurora” there, little by little the band took their luggage to the floating object, arranging everything for that unforgettable weekend. You struggled with the three suitcases in your hand, trying to balance them while dodging other people walking.

“Can I help you?” A voice you know calls your attention, slowly you turn to see who was calling you, recognizing the man mentioned by Graham earlier. “You seem to have difficulty with, well, all of that.”

“I'd like that, thank you.” You lean your body so he can pick up one of the suitcases you were balancing. “Good to see you Gabe, how are you?”

You and the man talked making the way to the boat, and Eddie watched this scene from afar while feeling his blood bubbling, he hated that guy. His arms crossed against his chest, as he felt the frustration also part of him, he had no idea how he was going to spend this week with him in the same room. He knew, or at least thought he knew, that he had ulterior motives with you and just thinking about it would devastate Roundtree.

The whole way to the house on the beach was a party, the music accompanied the band everywhere and it was no different there, you sang and drank while talking about everything and nothing at the same time. It was amazing how those individuals made you feel at home, how wonderful a family they were to you.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm, golden glow across the tranquil waters, the boat gently cut through the calm waves. The rhythmic sound of the engine merged with the distant laughter and chatter, creating a soothing harmony that seemed to echo the bond forming between you and the man.

Eddie's gaze never wavered from the scene before him, his eyes narrowing as he observed your interactions. The cool breeze tousled his hair, a stark contrast to the seething heat he felt within. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white as his fingers dug into his palms. A sense of unease settled in his chest, the tension growing palpable as he struggled to suppress his animosity.

Meanwhile, the boat drew nearer to the shore, revealing the full expanse of the beach. Fine, powdery sand stretched out like a welcoming carpet, framed by gentle swaying palm trees that whispered secrets to the wind. The water's hues shifted from deep blue to a vibrant turquoise as it lapped at the shore, creating a serene and inviting backdrop.

As the boat gently docked, you disembarked onto the soft sand, your feet sinking slightly with each step. The beach house, perched just a stone's throw away, beckoned with its open windows and a sprawling veranda that faced the sea. The sound of music drifted on the breeze, blending harmoniously with the soothing symphony of waves crashing gently against the shore.

The atmosphere was alive with an infectious energy as you were greeted by the family who had opened their home to you. Their warm embraces and heartfelt smiles instantly made you feel like a part of something greater, as if you had found a second family in this coastal haven.

The beach house was every bit as beautiful as Graham had promised, a gigantic space big enough for rock stars and their dates and a few other people, too. Its painting in pastel colors was eye-catching, and as you felt the sand on your feet, the whole environment was proof that you guys would have a sensational time here.

As you stepped through the front door, a sense of awe washed over you, the interior of the beach house even more magnificent than its exterior. The open layout revealed a spacious living area adorned with plush couches and vibrant artworks that seemed to capture the essence of the ocean's beauty. Large windows framed the panoramic view of the beach, allowing the soothing sound of waves to permeate the room.

“Oh, I heard the Riva house is around here.” You hear Gabe's voice inform you of a curious fact, Graham stares at him in surprise at the information, you frown.

“The Riva house?” You ask, going up the stairs to the front door.

“Oh, the singer, Mick Riva.” He explains, putting your luggage in the ground as you wait for Graham to open the place. “Legend has it that his kids live here, but the guy has so many kids that it's hard to know.”

“Well, I had no idea about that.” you say making your way into the house, your mouth drops open as you take in the large and wonderful space. “Oh my goodness, this place is beautiful…”

As you began to explore the house, your eyes widened in disbelief. The spaciousness seemed limitless, designed to accommodate a lively group and then some. The rooms exuded an inviting charm, each one a haven of comfort and relaxation. Warren's infectious energy swept you up as he slung his arm around your shoulder, his eyes revealing his exhaustion from the day's events.

"Rest up, Y/N, because tonight is all about partying!" Warren exclaimed, his excitement contagious. He darted up the stairs with an exuberant shout of "party," mimicking the beats of a drum as he went.

Laughter bubbled forth as you watched him disappear, his antics injecting a sense of light-heartedness into the air. The anticipation of the evening's festivities hung palpably in the atmosphere.

In a room nearby, Warren had already succumbed to slumber, his guest following suit. Camila and Billy claimed one of the suites, leaving the remaining guests to make themselves comfortable in the tropical haven.

The day dawned with a gentle breeze carrying the promise of warmth and sunshine. The rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the shore created a soothing backdrop as you stepped onto the soft sand of the beach. The sky above stretched vast and cloudless, its brilliant blue mirrored by the sparkling expanse of the ocean.

Opting for a moment of relaxation, you found a cozy spot on the beach, nestled beneath the shade of a swaying palm tree. Camila, a kindred spirit who had quickly become a dear friend, joined you, her laughter blending with the rustling of leaves as you settled in.

As the two of you lounged on beach towels, you engaged in casual conversation that flowed effortlessly. The scent of saltwater hung in the air, and the occasional squawk of seagulls added a playful note to the serene symphony of nature. Camila's infectious energy and genuine camaraderie made the time pass swiftly, each passing moment fostering a sense of ease and comfort.

Graham and Gabe, familiar faces that had become integral to your experience, occasionally joined you by the shoreline. Graham's thoughtful insights and easy banter provided a sense of familiarity, while Gabe's charm and genuine interest in your thoughts painted a portrait of a blossoming connection.

As the sun arched higher in the sky, conversations drifted from lighthearted anecdotes to deeper discussions, weaving a tapestry of shared experiences and newfound connections. The hours slipped away, and you felt a sense of contentment wash over you, the rhythm of the waves lulling you into a peaceful state of mind.

Anticipation for the evening's festivities gradually grew, and with the setting sun casting hues of orange and pink across the horizon, you made your way back to the beach house. The vibrant colors seemed to reflect the warmth of the connections you had formed, a visual reminder of the bonds that had woven themselves into your heart.

As party preparations commenced, you found yourself drawn into the whirlwind of excitement, helping to set up decorations and arrange seating. Graham's infectious enthusiasm and Gabe's genuine smile added an air of anticipation to the atmosphere, both of them working alongside you to ensure the evening would be nothing short of unforgettable.

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow that illuminated the beach house and the party setup. You enter the residence eager to get ready for the party you've been waiting for all last week.

You could already hear the records playing on the record player, your body begged you to run downstairs as fast as possible to dance with all your soul. You barely went down a step and you could already smell the cigarette and the smoke that adorned your body with the descent, from above the view of his entire band and guests having the time of their lives, Daisy snorting cocaine while dancing in circles, Warren pouring an unfamiliar drink into Graham's mouth and chaos enveloped them with each new beat.

“If I had known your parties were like this I would have joined longer.” Gabe tells you, extending his hand to help you down, Eddie notices the scene and adjusts his body on the couch. “Hey, you wanna dance?”

“I'd—”

“Actually, she hates that song, so I guess you can go dancing with, I don't know, that girl over there.” Eddie interrupts you, his hand resting on the back of your back, you raise one of your eyebrows, not understanding anything.

“Oh, I didn't realize…” Gabe is interrupted by Roundtree like you were seconds before.

“Yeah man, cool.” Eddie takes one of your hands, taking you to a further and quieter place.

“What the fuck was that?” You question, his hands on his hips as he watched you.

“You look stunning Y/N” You are taken by surprise, feeling the butterflies in your stomach dance and trying your hardest to not show.

“Thanks…” You whisper, trying to maintain yourself. “But you didn't answer my question Roundtree, you know I love every song in this album.”

“Yeah but that guy clearly doesn't know how to appreciate this record, so, I will preserve you from witnessing this atrocity.” He crosses his arms, proud of what he said, you turn your head in confusion.

“You barely had a conversation with him.”

“Why would I want to do that?” He lets out a weak laugh, rolling his eyes. “Get real, sweets!”

“Wait wait wait…” You smile, that afterwards becomes a smirk. “You're jealous!”

“Excuse me?” He says, rolling his eyes.

“You heard me.”

“I am not jealous of you.” He assures you, shrugging.

“So I take it you won't mind if I go over there and dance with him.” You say, moving away from him.

“Not at all.” He assures you once more, and you don't take long to walk away from him sure of his answer.

As you walk into the dance floor, laughter, music, and chatter melded into a lively symphony, and you couldn't help but get caught up in the atmosphere. Gabe's presence was magnetic, drawing people to him effortlessly.

Eddie, on the other hand, watched from a distance, his expression unreadable. The sight of you and Gabe enjoying each other's company seemed to twist a knife of jealousy deep within him. He clenched his fists, his jaw set, as he struggled to keep his emotions in check.

When you join him, he looks surprised to see you on the dance floor, presumably from Eddie's speech a few minutes ago. He smiles when he sees you, holding your hand and moving you to the beat of the music.

Eddie could feel the insecurity and jealousy consuming him little by little, when Rojas walks by his side and whispers “Try to pretend a little, brother” he feels the peak of his stress arrive. Coming towards you with a serious look.

He grabs your hand startling you with his abrupt approach, he spins you around on the dance floor, looking right at Gabe trying to get a message across. You couldn't help but smile at such idiocy that caused you so much delight.

“Okay, maybe I am a little jealous.” He says next to your ear, so you could hear. “But just to be clear, his dancing is an atrocity.”

“He sucks.” You whisper back, Roundtree breaks into a gigantic smile. “I would rather dance with you, a thousand times.” You confess.

“Wait, Is this a declaration of love?” he teases you, bringing his face closer to yours.

“Seriously Roundtree?” You roll your eyes, placing your hands on the back of the bassist's neck. “Just kiss me already!”

As the words left your lips, Eddie needed no further invitation. He closed the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that carried the weight of unspoken desires and uncharted territory. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the sensation of Eddie's touch and the promise of what lay ahead. You pull him closer, if that's possible, feeling the heaven in this act you both shared.

“Jezz, get a room, you two.” Warren speaks leaning on his and Eddie's shoulder, staring at you until you stop. “Thanks, I don't want these makeouts at my party” He was very stoned, which subconsciously made you laugh.

“Fuck off Warren.” Eddie says, before kissing you again.

...

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And it is 45 by Shinedown after this movie and this movie is coming up it's not happening now. Been trying to get to people and they think he has something then they think they can boost him like the max did to go after Max and not ruin the relationship. But during this movie and afterwards they go to Memphis to read the letter that our son wrote to his brother could be important and it is

Thor Freya

I do see it he was singing the apparata and there's a specific one and it is with mac and smashing the food up and he can't open it and he got the box after we think and it's after this movie and after Memphis and they're all right next to each other and he says it's odd like the movies don't start until a specific point and I think it might be after I get ruined that's what you say in the foreigners start fighting and they use the us as wild cards more so

Tommy f

This movie is about assassinating Max we're all paying attention to it and we understand how it happened and why and not necessarily. We're watching what's going on today and people think we're behind it and it's obnoxious and it's ongoing I'm trying to ride and do all the stuff and a lot of people are pissed off but he's very pissed off since he's not some sort of cat and a cat and mouse game to play around with and get in trouble I do understand something we're probably asking for a lot more trouble than we can handle and it is not going to go well but who cares

Mac

And I really don't have anything to say just everybody down here is a slob and ignorant including the max the place is full of s*** and so are the people I've never seen so many assholes in my life you're all a bunch of jerks and a bunch of f****** morons I wouldn't give you a dollar if you're going to go get some people to help save me cuz I don't want any more of you near me

Zues Hera

I figured out something you don't understand English either you're a horrible wigger and you are very stupid Mac and you're a stupid frontal lobe doesn't make you any better now it's horrible and really you're all packed in here with this s*** and you think you're in charge you want to change your heart you'll have if you figure out you're not you are kind of you're running things you are sort of and if you don't get fixed and take over or not you have a time limit and you act like you don't and boy what a pain in the ass all of you are a bunch of b****** bitching about your f****** situation which we're using against you it's an advantage you've given us I just shut your pie holes but he explains that they don't understand the math and they're not supposed to so I'm going to get to work and take advantage of it

Thor Freya

I do figure some stuff out there's dumb as hell going around asking for stuff singing bushes not caring about insects running around screwing around with people messing with each other's wives getting hit I will tell you it's a cesspool and nothing good ever comes of it no matter who's in it or what you're doing it never works it's great whole bunch of Max 6 is great and they're a bunch of dumbass f****** wiggers you're building a fleet there's other fleets out there I'm so sick of this my people are dumb this place blows you're getting rid of tons of these idiots that still hasn't made a damn difference not not like one minute out of the freaking day and he says he's had like maybe 5 minutes but usually it's idiots trying to rack it up and say they weren't and there it is later on the day we had to we have to build it up by accident and we get excited and have to let it out the freaking rain the main vein I'm so sick of that s*** too you f****** garbage better stop that f****** s*** they say they're not going to have to go after them and that's why the shield is going on cuz you suck so bad

Mac

You more like brought this on us and you and it's getting worse and worse with every stupid word on your mouth why don't you stop talking shut your f****** mouth and talk to each other in secret places that you scan for devices shut the f****** okay don't walk out in public and the God damn f****** mall and don't be way too nice and what are you trying to discover that they're sending you to an incinerator you already know what is the deal here you're so gosh darn stupid

Zues Hera

Did you hear something it's our way out no they're going to hit us there's ways to avoid it and refuse to do it this sucks so bad I keep doing it too people are making me I don't understand who he says it's probably them they made Brad hit

Well you said that but really we're not doing anything to help things

Mac keep firing them releasing them haven't walked around us that's terrific it's so much fun

These guys are doing this to us and you're sending people out and it's the warlock and they're still doing it and they put the stupid movie up and others are doing it too they were going after them and they keep putting it up there and really they're asking for it it's really strange they're not really forcing it or telling them to we are a little but it's really really easy I think they're sending orders oh boy they've done it's going to be over soon thank God this is important information about

Thor Freya

I'm happy about helping him out he still needs more sustenance so I'm going to help him out again

Zig Zag

Olympus

[munumono]

Falling asleep on their shoulders on a train || Genshin Men X GN Reader

modern au

warnings: none, no proof read

characters: albedo, childe, diluc, kaeya, kazuha, scaramouche, thoma, xiao, zhongli

Albedo : He didn't realise at first that you were asleep on his shoulder. He was too occupied to notice. Scrolling through the documents on his laptop, he suddenly felt a weight on one of his shoulder. He looked to his side to see you, peacefully sleeping on his shoulder. He looked at you for a whole minute, deciding whether to move or not. But well, you looked so peaceful that he didn't want to wake you up. He looked at his laptop, sighed, and turned it off, carefully. He took his phone out to lower the ringtone just in case it rings and wakes you up. He lowered himself to make it comfortable for you and gazed at the scenario through the glass window on the opposite side, taking in the silence between you two.

Childe : He was going through his phone that he felt a weight on one of his shoulders. He looked to the side to notice you, in deep sleep. He was planning to wake you up but he noticed your little snores, which would be a lie if he says he didn't find it cute. Letting you sleep on his shoulder, he kept scrolling through his phone. The next station arrived as the sound of the announcement woke you up. Oh dear, how embarrassing, you thought. Before you could say anything, he gave you his phone, "You can keep be the apology for later, can I have your number before you get off the train?"

Diluc : As there were no seats available, he was standing while talking on his phone about some work. As he was speaking, he felt a weight pushing him forward. He thought it was someone trying to break through the crowd, so he looked at his side. You were hardly trying to balance your very self as you leaned on to his shoulder, in deep sleep. Diluc stiffened at the contact. He tried to wake you up but the movement caused while waking you up, made you lean even closer to him while resting your head on his shoulder. He immediately tried to cage you so you wouldn't fall, which, apparently looked like he was hugging you. Embarrassed would be very least compared to what Diluc was feeling at that moment. Poor man, he even thought what if you wake up and think he is a pervert. The voice on the ongoing call kept calling his name. He took his phone close to his lips as he whispered, "Adelinde, can you inform others that I'll be late for the meeting? I can't get down on the next station, apparently."

Kaeya : Kaeya, himself, was leaning back onto the seat while trying to take a small nap. Last night's hangover and all didn't really give him enough time to sleep and, here he was, taking a small nap on a train. Kaeya is a light sleeper, so when he felt a weight on one of his shoulder, he was quick to react. Kaeya stared at your figure leaning dearly on his shoulder in deep slumber. He thought to wake you up but hesitated to disturb your peaceful sleep. So, Kaeya, out of no choice, decided to take a nap too. It will also be much better if you wake up and see him asleep, that way you will be less embarrassed, he thought. Well, you woke up to missing your station.

Kazuha : Kazuha was reading a book, full of poems. He did realise that beside him on the seat, there was a person who was in deep slumber, you. Kazuha and you were both strangers but also not. You both used to get on the same train and get off the same train, together. A relationship where you both met each other every single day but never talked to. Kazuha was reading the poems that he noticed something. Beside you two, there was a third person on your side. Slowly, you were leaning on their shoulder in deep slumber. Well, Kazuha wouldn't have bothered much till the stranger you were leaning onto started to wrap their arm around your sleeping figure. Oh dear, the way Kazuha glared at the stranger was enough haunting to them for few nights while going to bathroom alone. Kazuha coughed, eyeing the stranger as he gestured with his fingers 'they're with me'. The stranger was quick to remove his arms around your figure while Kazuha inched closer to you, carefully making you lean on his shoulder instead. He slowly removed some hair stances on your eyes, and layed his head onto your head lightly, reading his book, as you both waited for the next station.

Scaramouche : Scaramouche wasn't having it. You were sleeping on his shoulder for the past thirty minutes. He seriously wanted to wake you up and he actually did, just to get no response from you. He stared straight, facing the opposite side of the train. He looked so pissed that he even made a child on the train cry from his glare. Giving up, he sighed. He was going to get off on the next station. The next station arrived, he was about to get up while not really caring about your sleeping figure leaning on him, that he noticed something. A stranger on the opposite side of the train, facing you both, as he stared creepily at your figure. Oh dear, the moment the stranger realized they were getting stared at by someone, only to meet Scaramouche's typical death glare, they were so close to wet themselves. Scaramouche didn't stop though. He kept glaring at the stranger as if they were nothing but a piece of dirt. Which ended up with the stranger getting down on the current station even though their station was after few. Scaramouche stayed, not feeling assured that you'll be safe in your deep slumber, missing his station. You woke up after a while, to find a purple haired man looking at you with such disappointment which made you apologize not only at that moment, but, the rest of the journey.

Thoma : It was busy and crowdy on the train. Thoma stood straight with plastic bags filled with stuffs hanging on his arms as he hold you still while you laid your head on his chest being in deep slumber. You both knew each other since you both stayed nearby, barely interacting than just a 'good morning' & 'good evening'. How you ended up like this starts like this, you were standing on the train as you gave your seat to an old lady since there were no seats available. You were pretty exhausted, sleepy, every single word which is the opposite of relaxed. Thoma, being on the same train, took notice of your figure slowly dozing off to sleep. Well, you would have hit your nose or so if he didn't dash in front of you to carefully make you lean on him. Thoma stayed like this for a few minutes till the next station arrived and the crowd got off, leaving enough seats. Thoma, being the gentleman he is, carefully made your sleeping figure sit while taking a seat beside you. Carefully inching closer, making your head lean on his shoulder, he relaxed his strained muscles he got while standing for long enough. Do accept his invitation for dinner at his house after you wake up and instead of accepting your apology he throws this invitation <3

Xiao : Oh please, he is so stiff at the contact as you were laying your head on his shoulder, taking a trip to dreamland. First of all, Xiao doesn't even know who you are. He saw you for the first time on this train. Seeing your packed bag, he assumed you were visiting someone in another city, but, where does you sleeping on his shoulder part came from? He is, not at all, moving. Staring straight on the empty seats in front of him, he's just wishing for you to wake up. Of course, he won't wake you up, if he really did then he won't miss his station which was literally the last one the train stopped at. He didn't know how to move. Bonus, you kept snuggling unconsciously on his shoulder because, it was comfy✨. You woke up to missing your station, which was apparently the second last station in the list. The train all empty, and mind you, you woke up to the Ticket Examiner calling you up since it was the last station and all passengers have gotten down except you two, you and Xiao. You looked at the guy beside you who had a frown on his face as he crossed his arm looking down not saying a word. 'Tsk' was all you heard. Well don't worry, you both took another train, this time, you were fully awake.

Zhongli : How long has it been since you fell asleep? Oh, well, you might not know but Zhongli does. It's been hell lot of time. But the man, as calm and collected he is, even when a random stranger is leaning on to his shoulder in deep slumber, he didn't react. Zhongli, understood how tired you might have been since you basically fell asleep on a stranger's shoulder. He didn't move an inch, just in case he wakes you up. Maybe the calm and collected man has lost some of his calmness, resulting in a flustered mess (still collected though mind you) when an old lady commented on both of you, "Such a lovely couple you both are. I had my time like this too, with my husband, before we both got married." Ok but, it would not be justice if I say you both, Zhongli and you, looked any less than a couple. God, date already <3. Ok facts aside, Zhongli did tell the old woman that you both were not dating, which he got a reply, "Oh, my apologies for assuming that. But, saying from experience, you both should give it a try if you both happen to be single, haha." Ok but that's facts. You woke up to see Zhongli, with red tint all over his cheeks. You immediately apologized for your doing. Don't be surprised if the next day you see the same man waiting for you in the train, keeping a seat for you.

note: might have lost creative brain juice for zhongli's part <\3

[sulfurousdreamscapes]

After three days in the crowd, I noticed just how much skin there was around me. Most of the people in the crowd wore light, thin clothes with the fabric frequently torn. Their sweat-coated arms gleamed in the daylight. They held their hands up, keeping their squinting eyes safe from the sun. Dappled mud clung to their legs.

Skin and skin and skin. We were all skin, jammed together in the quarter, shouting and crying and promising each other that it was all going to be alright.

My mother and I stood in a part of the crowd that was far from where the residents of the old village were standing. They stuck together, because they knew each other. My mother and I, they knew us, but they wished they didn't.

I think my mother realised that I was looking at skin - watching the hands and the thonged feet, or the peeks of thigh or chest through torn clothes. She shook her head at me, and I pretended not to know why she did it.

Someone mentioned that it could get violent soon, and just the word 'violent' felt like a matchstick lit in a room full of gunpowder. Above, on the turrets, the guards held their rifles trained at the crowd. Everyone was ready to be agitated, it seemed, and all I could think of here was how much skin there was in this place, jammed and packed together like fish in a fishmonger's basket.

Mother grabbed my wrist tighter. "Let's go home."

Home, now, was a a corner of the quarter. It spelled like piss, and that's because we only got to sat on a slab of slate helpfully placed over a thin gutter. Once, we had a man pee there at night, and the best he offered in the way of apology was a drunk grunt when he realised a woman was sleeping only a couple of feet away.

Mother sat down, hands still gripping my wrist, and she held a hand up to shield her eyes.

"Is it over?" I asked.

She shook her head, and looked at the turrets to make sure. On the other side, the city was afraid of us. But even here, in the crowd of the unwanted, people were afraid of us, as they always have been and as they always should be.

"What do we do now?" I asked.

Mother took both of my hands together and bounced them in hers. She rubbed her thumbs against my knuckles. "They'll let children in first. You should go when they say that."

"What about their parents?"

"They'll let one parent in. Probably the mother, if there is one."

"So you're coming with me."

She shook her head again, and it was a fearful shake this time, like she knew I wasn't going to like the answer. "They know who I am. The villagers told them. They didn't serve me any food at mealtime."

"But I got food, ma. You could've told me. I would've brought it for you and we could've shared."

Mother nodded a little bit and looked at the turrets again, waiting for the announcement, as the whole crowd did. "It wouldn't fill me up, right? It's for a kid, like you."

I'd made up my mind by then. "I'm not going if you can't come with me."

Mother looked through me, as if I was made of glass. When she spoke, her voice sounded frailer. "It's happening to you, isn't it? You're feeling it too."

"What?"

"You want to bite, don't you?"

I shook my head now, and I turned away. "Of course not."

"I saw you looking at all the people around you. I saw you staring at their skin. You're my flesh-and-blood, and I know what you're feeling. I know it so well."

"No." I crossed my arms, doing my best to imitate what I imagine my father would've been like. "It's nothing weird. It's just normal - any human being can look around and think about skin."

"You're not your father," Mother said, and it immediately made me drop the crossed arms. "You're not human."

She looked guilty as she said that, and her head drooped, her eyes swelling with tears. "You're not human. It's time you accept it, along with me."

"But they think I'm human?" I whispered.

"They think I stole you from somewhere. The villagers whisper about it all the time, but they're too afraid of me to do anything about it. They'll be sympathetic to you."

"Did you steal me from somewhere?"

"No. You are my child, flesh and blood. I birthed you."

"I'll tell them."

Mother blinked. Then she smiled gently. "They won't believe you. They only believe what they've already decided to believe. You'll be safe inside the city."

I realised then that this was the last day I was going to see my mother. She was already weak, skin-and-bone, fraying hair and sunken eyes. It was as if she aged a million years when I wasn't looking. When I hadn't been looking.

"I'll come find you later."

She nodded. "I'll always be with you, you know that, right?"

"You won't."

And now, as the crowd packed more densely to prepare for an announcement, she smiled with her sharp teeth. "I'll always be with you in your hunger."

[shippaidan]

no one says that they are afraid of love as beautifully as you do

>>chapter: one >>pairings: chuuya x fem!reader | dazai x fem!reader >>genre: angst >>status: ongoing >>words: 1,4k >>cw: she/her pronouns for reader, implied alcohol abuse, swearing, smoking, spoilers!

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NUMB.

A long forgotten cigarette rested between her fingers. The silent darkness of the night seemed to seep into her soul, staining her insides the heaviest shade of black. Mafia black. The weight of the universe almost crushed her shoulders, as if she suddenly had to carry all the stars in the sky. The moon, which until now had been her best companion during her nightly vigil, was now laughing in her face. You were left alone again.

She hadn't felt such an immense emptiness in a very long time. The last time was probably when she was barely thirteen years old, wandering the streets, looking for her place on earth. Looking for a bit of space where she could squeeze her frozen, frail body in without bothering anyone. In those moments, it was just her and the night sky full of stars. Exactly like tonight.

She didn't like to dwell on her painful past, yet this evening the overwhelming void in her heart wouldn't let her think of anything else.

So many years had passed, but the feeling of being abandoned still unsettled her whole body as much as ever. There was a stoic composure on her face and her lungs were filled with cigarette smoke, yet her heart and soul shook as if she was that frightened thirteen-year-old girl again, abandoned once more by people who were supposed to be her anchors.

Her mournful musings were disturbed by the echo of footsteps stepping in elegant shoes. She didn't want to see anyone. She wanted to drown in solitude in the depths of her own grief and suffering. She wanted to be alone.

"Got one to spare?" a familiar voice asked. Without raising a blank gaze, she put the cigarette between her lips and with her free hand pulled the entire pack from the breast pocket of her black shirt. She handed it to the familiar man, hoping she wouldn't have to explain her state. That he would drop the issue and let her sink in quietly. They could return to the conversation tomorrow, once she had everything sorted out in her head. But not tonight. Please not tonight.

"What's up?" he spoke up again after a few moments, leaning against the wall beside her. "You were doing so well at that whole "staying sober" thing."

As if surprised, she looked at her left hand, in which she was holding an empty wine bottle. Ah yes, she had bought it that evening after all.

Who was she trying to fool? Chuuya would never let her carry the burdens of reality alone. He wouldn't be able to ignore her miserable state. Especially when she was so visibly weak and vulnerable, and her mask of an unshakeable and powerful executive of the mafia completely drained away in lieu of the tears she had been unable to shed for years.

As if sensing her reluctance, he sighed quietly and lit a cigarette. He gazed at the starry sky, waiting for any reaction from her, but after a moment he accepted that she apparently did not want to talk about her day. He hoped that whatever happened, he wasn't too late to save her from her destructive thoughts and complete shutting herself off from the world. For now, he was going to stay beside her, even in silence, and give her at least a small piece of the feeling that she wasn't alone.

"Bad day?" she spoke up in a hoarse voice, getting the young man's attention. "You don't usually smoke."

"You bet. I got new annoying job from boss, everyone has been pissing me off today and on fucking top of that, some idiot blew up my car. It could have been better."

"That sucks."

"Yeah."

There was another painfully long silence between them. Thoughts floated around each other, eyes danced among the stars. She debated internally whether or not to tell him the truth. It would come out anyway, so she should be the one to break the news to him. But would she be able to squeeze it out of her grief-stricken throat? Pushing unnecessary thoughts to the back of her mind, she pulled herself together and spoke again.

"Have you heard about Oda?"

"What about him?"

"He's dead." She blew cigarette smoke out of her mouth. "And Ango was a mole." A trembling laugh tore from her throat. God, how grotesquely funny it was. In an instant, her entire world that she had so carefully been building was irretrievably gone. She felt as if fate was taunting her. As if it was mocking her hope of having any place on earth. After all, she had been proven so many times that she did not deserve happiness. Not even a small fraction of it. She should have seen this coming by now.

Her last remaining solace was the man right next to her, and even though she wasn't a religious person, in that pitiful moment she prayed to all the gods that at least he wouldn't abandon her.

"What about-"

"He left." she interrupted him, putting out the remains of her cigarette with the sole of her shoe.

"What?" Chuuya didn't believe it. He didn't want to believe it. He wouldn't do that, would he? He wouldn't dare.

...

Would he?

Chuuya looked at her thoroughly for the first time that evening. At first glance, she looked perfectly normal. Well, maybe her hair was a little less put together, and the shirt unbuttoned at the collar didn't fit her style either, but other than that, she looked just like she usually did. There was just one detail that would have escaped anyone but Chuuya. She didn't have a gaze so devoid of emotion even in her worst moments.

He already had his suspicions that something terrible happened as soon as he saw her, but he hoped with all his might that the truth would turn out to be completely different.

"Dazai" saying his last name turned out to be more difficult than she expected. After all, she had always called him Osamu. Perhaps it was some pathetic attempt on her part to distance herself. Either way, it wasn't working. A burning pain erupted in her chest, taking her breath away. "He's gone. He left the mafia."

She cringed at the sound of her own voice. So weak and so unlike the commanding and confident one she usually has. The weight of her own words completely crushed her. She wasn't fully aware of them yet, as if she still couldn't realize that her old life wasn't coming back. It wasn't until she said those few words out loud that everything became so painfully real. „He left me. He left both of us.”

Silence. There were no adequate words Chuuya could get out of himself to give her a bit of reassurance. Hell, he didn't know how he was supposed to handle this information himself. He wanted so badly for his suspicions not to come true. Once again, he was disappointed. And hurt.

"The boss knows?" he asked, not quite sure which way to take this conversation.

"Not yet. But it's only a matter of time before he figures it out." She pulled out another cigarette and lit it. Chuuya, however, nimbly took it out of her hand and threw it on the ground. Annoyed, she raised her eyes to glare at him, but when they caught eye contact with each other, it hit her. The azure of his eyes held sorrow and compassion so great that a burning pain wracked her heart once again. Only the soft whisper of her name was carried into the darkness of the night, as if he was trying to gently pull her from the torment she was inflicting on herself.

Chuuya's heart was breaking twice as hard at the sight of her suffering. He cursed quietly under his breath, then pulled her into his embrace and wrapped her up as tightly as if he was trying to put her crumbling pieces back together. And she let him.

She let him, just in the hope that maybe his embrace would somehow magically ease her numb pain.

[pricescigar]

Jealousy ‐ Frankvira

Photo Belongs to me

Summary: Woods clearly gets jealous whenever someone tries to Woo Elvira, and either way. He would do anything to protect his little otter.

Woods and Elvira went to a small Summer Party that their work had organised; They didn't want to stay there for the whole evening, since they had things to do themselves. Maybe a couple of drinks and then they would leave, that wouldn't hurt a little. It had been a while since they've been to a work Party, due to them going overseas for operation missions. Or being stuck in the Offices with the backlog of paperwork, connecting Intel all the latter. And to finally relax a little at a garden party would be nice enough.

They both arrived into the garden, Woods was holding Elvira's hand as he looked around a little before gently letting go of her hand.

"I'm going to go and get us a drink. What would you like to drink my love?" Wood asked as he looked at her smiling softly.

"Oh I would love a beer bitte, I'm so thirsty… Danke my love." Elvira replied to him as she smiled back at him, it was a hot day. She really needed a drink to cool off.

Woods went off over to the bar to get them both a beer, Elvira remained where she was In order to wait for Woods. She got her cigarette out of the pack, pressing it to her lips and lighting it up.

"Mind if I have a cigarette?" Elvira turned to see a man who was standing near her indicating to the pack she had, she gladly gave him one and the lighter.

"Thanks." He simply said lighting it up and returning the lighter back to her, and then exhaling the smoke a little. "Well I haven't seen you around before."

"I'm out in the field all the time, and stuff in the office with a backlog of paperwork or old Intel that may need to decipher." Elvira continued to smoke her cigarette.

"I see I work in the administration part, hold on… Are you Elvira Wolff? Wow, it's an honour." The man was happy.

"Ja, I'm Elvira. Good to meet you…" Elvira mumbled as she looked at Frank who was still getting drinks for both of them, before sighing a little.

"Do you mind if I take you out for a drink one time?" The man offered to her smiling, he hoped that she wouldn't say no.

"Nein, I have a husband, whom I'm happily married to." Elvira bluntly replied, she finished her cigarette before dumping it into the Ash tray.

"Oh come on, he doesn't need to know. And plus, it's mural you know? I'm trying to be polite." He offered to her, and again still lightly being pushy about it.

"I said no, God, are you death or something?" Elvira glared at him, just then Woods came back, placing the drinks aside and immediately wrapping his hand around Elvira's waist.

"You got a problem with my wife pal? If so you fuckin' go through me, now piss off." Woods glared at him, the man easily went away.

Elvira sighed in relief, knowing he was gone for good. Thanks to her husband. She then kissed Woods cheek softly. "Danke…"

"Another filthy pig who thinks they can get your hands on you." Woods sighed in annoyance, grabbing her drink before handing it over to her. "For you my love."

"Danke my love, and I appreciate what you did." Elvira took a sip of it, she felt much more at ease now. And Woods did too after almost completely finishing his drink in one go.

"I just, I hate it when other people flirt with you, it makes me feel all jealous. And overall I hate it." Woods sighed.

Elvira placed her hands on his cheeks. "Don't worry I won't settle for anyone else, other than you. You mean everything to me, I never want to be with anyone else. I love you, and you only." She kissed him softly.

Woods felt more reassured and calm now, kissing her back tenderly before pulling her back into is arms, hugging her tightly as he possibly could. "Good… Because I love you so much, my little otter…"

Elvira chuckled softly at what he said, she loved it when he calls her that. Hugging him tightly back too and smiled softly. "And I love you too, my big bear!"

"Yeah! I'll always be your big bear." Woods laughed and kissed her head, pulling away from the hug they shared. "I thought this party would be good, but I barely know anyone here… Fuck."

"Ja me too, I don't really feel comfortable here either…" Elvira muttered and she finished her drink, placing her glass on the side.

"Hm, do you want to go to Burger Town?" Woods smiled sheepishly looking at her.

"I thought you'd never asked." Elvira took his hand and smiled nodding. "Of course, I'm hungry… I would always accept going to burger town."

"Good! Because if I see that bastard again, I'm gonna punch him. So it would be best to scarce ourselves, before it gets out of hand…" Woods said holing onto her hand before the two walked away from the party. Before he then whispered in Elvira's ear softly. "Plus, tonight I'm gonna show you you're mine." He winked.

Elvira giggled softly before quickly kissing his lips, whispering back. "I can't wait." She teased.

[najatheangel]

ɴᴄᴛ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱ

now playing: jealous by Mahalia ft Rico nasty

scenario: At the Nct Dream's comeback afterparty, he's bought you as his plus one and he allowed you to invite two extra people, your two best friends at which one of them is your close guy friend. Throughout the night at the party, you've stuck close with your friends the whole night and was seen dancing with your guy friend which caused to stir a little jealousy from the members.

[💜] ᴍᴀʀᴋ- Mark would honestly laugh awkwardly at first not wanting to overthink the situation, but until your guy friend kept hugging you and whispering in your ear, he started to feel a little rage. He wouldn't dare embarrass you or come at you strong, up until Haechan convinced him to step up to your friend and let him know who you belong to. Mark started walking up coughing aggressively and interrupting your little moment with your friend making up an excuse to go to help him fix his chain with his outfit. He wrapped his arm around you walking to the corner of the dancefloor and started whispering back in your ear saying. "I don't mind you having fun with your friends, but just remember only I better be the one your saving the last dance for. And that includes in my room." He smirks, flat out make out with you in front of everyone, and gives you one loud smack in the ass before walking off leaving everyone shocked.

[💜] ʀᴇɴᴊᴜɴ- Renjun would be fuming. It starts off with him clenching his drink so tightly and constantly huffing and puffing. Up until your guy friend playfully tickles you and makes you laugh super loud for everyone to hear. Renjun from that point rolls his eyes, packs his things, and walks out muttering under his breath. Once you notice Renjun has gone outside, he was almost thinking about going home until you stopped him. "Wait Renjun, it's really not what you think. He's just my best friend and we were just playing around." He turns back facing even more sassy and jealous than ever. "Well, you never let me tickle you like that or call you by your real name. Why don't you go play with him some more?" You grab on to his hand and give him the softest, yet passionate reassuring kiss. "You know you're the only guy I want tickles, kisses, and everything from. That was just a friendly dance and meant nothing more. Okay?" He finally gives in to your baby soft kisses and cracks a smile finally happy to be in your arms again. "How about we ditch this party and cuddle at my place?"

[💜] ᴊᴇɴᴏ- Jeno is probably the scariest when jealous because he doesn't play when it comes to guys coming at you. Even if it's a friend, brother, cousin you name it if he's not close to you, he goes crazy. He's another guy that approaches your friend head-on and simply just tells him to back off with a smile on his face. “Hey, I’d appreciate it if you take 3 steps back away from my girlfriend. Thanks.” He clings you closer to him wanting to make that message clear to your friend and any single guy at the party that was dying to have his chance with you. “Jeno did you have you to scare my friend away? He’s gay you know he wasn’t going to do anything further.” Knowing how mad he made you, Jeno dragged you in his car, sat you on his lap giving you the spiciest kiss which made your mind go blank. “I’m sorry baby you know I don’t like it when you get super flirty with other guys. You can only do that to me, it’s the law.” With your mind blank and only stuck on Jeno, you turn facing him on his lap, and make love till the party ends.

[💜] ʜᴀᴇᴄʜᴀɴ- Haechan would have no mercy and make you jealous back. It was like a game for the two of you to see who would make the other person. While you were throwing it back on your guy friend on the dance floor, Haechan was letting a fan literally grind all over him right in front of you which made you pissed all the way off. You took it even further by fake kissing your friend on the lips making Haechan face turn even more sour, but oh boy it gets worse. Haechan goes too far by sliding his number down her pocket and gives her a real kiss on her neck which causes you to walk up to him and slap him before leaving the party. He tries to chase you all the way home drenched in the rain begging for your forgiveness almost in tears. “Please babe you know I didn’t mean that shenanigans that happened tonight, I just wanted it to be the two of us, not you and whatever his name is.” Of course, you finally give in wrapping a blanket around him and letting him inside kissing him on the forehead and then his lips. “I forgive you for now… but pull that again and I swear we’ll be breaking up. No more games.” He nods giggling and tackles you down on your bed trailing kisses all over your head to toe

[💜] ᴊᴀᴇᴍɪɴ- Jaemin would have the most heartbreaking reaction, at least on the outside. He would be exploding with sadness. It’s too much for him to see you flirting with another man so he at first tries to distract himself by dancing with Jeno and Chenle, but he keeps looking back at you feeling more hurt as you hold hands with another guy. So when the guys ask if he wanted to play cup pong, he responds in a gloomy tone saying “No thank you guys have fun. I’ll just chill outside for a minute.” It wasn’t until you noticed how upset Jaemin was looking walking out the building that you wanted to come to his rescue. “Nana, our favorite song is on. Let’s dance together.” He was giving you the silent treatment every time you kept trying to talk to him up until he just snapped. “Look I’m just not in the mood okay. Enjoy the party with your new boyfriend.” You felt very guilty by not spending enough time with your boyfriend and wanted to make it up to him by singing to him the rest of the song and ending it with “Your the only one I love in this world” and ending it off by kissing him. He finally smirks at the cute gesture and caresses your face as he kisses you back in forgiveness.

[💜] ᴄʜᴇɴʟᴇ-Just like Haechan, he would also try to make you jealous back, but won’t stop until you admit your feelings. You and Chenle weren’t even dating yet, but still had feelings for each other so whenever he saw you with your guy friend, it made it sweat a little. He decided to be playful and act flirty around one of his close backup dancers by wrapping his arm around her waist, laughing at all her jokes, and even stroking her hair which made you furious. When enough was enough you got in between Chenle and his lady friend and told her off by saying “Excuse, me and my boyfriend are going to the snack bar. Can you give us a second? Also, he’s off-limits.” You dragged him away from the girl and went inside a private closet with him irritated with him. “I know miss y/n isn’t jealous I must’ve hit a nerve there.” You pull on his collar coming even closer to his face. “Fine you win, I do like you a hell of a lot and I can’t stand when other girls are close to you. Happy?” He shakes his head leaning his face even closer to you and points at his lips. “I’ll be happy if you give me a kiss and then we’ll be even.” You sigh rolling your eyes giving him a 5-sec kiss, but break it off instantly. “Now we’re even.”

[💜] ᴊɪꜱᴜɴɢ-Jisung would be so hurt and unsure of how to handle this situation since he likes you so much and is so scared that another guy is going to take you from him. He was having the time of his life dancing together and intimately with you up until your close guy friend starts slow dancing with you giggling making Jisung jealous. He starts nervously biting his lip at first wanting to trust that you won’t do anything to risky, but then he sees you kissing your friend cheek, and Jisung starts leaning his head down even more upset at the sight. You notice the members trying to comfort Jisung and ran up to him immediately asking “What happened? I haven’t seen you on the dance floor all night. This isn’t like you Jisung.” Just like Jaemin, he doesn’t bother to talk at first, but then sighs and just expresses how jealous he feels when you're around other guys. You smile patting at Jisung's pouty face and kiss him on both cheeks giving him the relief he needed to continue on with the night. “Jisung you have nothing to be afraid of, my friend is gay, and also, he respects our relationship. Also, I love you too much to give that all away.” Jisung gives you the softest smile giving you a kiss back and plays with your hands clutching them tightly.

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[misspickman]

kon & 16 for the hand holding thing? 👀

thank you britta you are my hero

A lot has changed, but at least one thing's still the same and Kon is as desperate for Tim's attention as always. He wishes there could be easier ways to get it, maybe ones that don't include getting stupidly shot by a kryptonite bullet during what was supposed to be a pretty chill mission.

The death grip Tim has on his arm would probably crush a normal person's bones but luckily Kon has nothing to worry about. Well, mostly.

He wasn't going to say anything, because it's kind of nice having Tim so close and touchy for a change, but eventually he caves in. “You're crushing my arm,” he admits.

Tim doesn't let up. If anything, his fingers tighten around Kon's forearm. He thinks he can feel fingernails digging in. It hurts, though it's less like being purposely hurt by a person and more like being scratched by an anxious cat. “You can't even feel it.”

On a good day, no, Kon wouldn't be able to feel much of it, not the bad part of it at least—on a good day he'd be over the moon from joy of Tim holding onto him this way—but today has not been so kind to him.

“There's some uh,” he fumbles, never the one to admit a fault easily. Despite how intense his presence and grip are, Tim hasn't even looked at him since they've boarded Bart's ship. Kon has been wondering if it's out of worry, disappointment or anger, and he knows it's mostly out of worry because he knows his friend, but the fear of Tim being upset with him for having this mission blow up in their faces gnaws at him. “There's some leftover kryptonite effect I think. Feels that way, at least.”

Tim drops his arm immediately. Which is not exactlywhat Kon was going for.

“You're a fucking idiot.”

Also not what he was going for, but he can't say he's surprised. Leave it to Tim to be holding onto his arm as if he's about to disappear into the ether if he turns around one moment and be a jerk the next. “Alright then—”

Tim cuts him off immediately. “Why didn't you say anything?”

He just did, didn't he? He sighs. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that, but absence also makes him forget how mind-numbingly difficult Tim can be when he digs his heels in.

“Ok, you weren't holding me that tight. No offense.” Powers or no powers, Kon still packs a good amount of muscle mass. He could still beat Tim in an arm wrestling match. Probably. Unless he pulled some sneaky shit on him.

Like this: Tim shaking his head and Kon looking away for the brief moment that it takes him to roll his eyes and very nearly missing Tim trying to disappear from the scene. Kon grabs his arm—not as tight, just enough to keep him in place for a moment longer. Weak enough that Tim could pull away if he wanted.

He doesn't, apparently, because when Kon starts to let go, assured that Tim won't try to peace out on him again, Tim grabs his hand. It's not the steel grip he had him in earlier, or rather it starts as one, but it loosens until it's just the two of them standing there, fingers intertwined.

Kon is about to ask about it when Tim speaks up again, quieter. Less angry. “Not that much kryptonite effect if your senses work that well.”

“Nah. I don't need super senses for you,” he says, and grins when Tim shoots him an offended look. “It's all Rob language up here.”

“Piss off,” Tim gives him another glare but his heart's not in it.

He looks stressed, fidgety; Kon can tell even with the dumb cowl on. He just doesn't know how much of it is pure leftover adrenaline from the mission and how much is a result of Bart's driving and how much is a result of… him, it seems.

“Why didn't you tell me you were still hurt,” Tim demands, again, and Kon is about to assure him that he didn't hurt him, again, when Tim cuts him off. “On the way back to the ship. We weren't in the clear, Conner.”

Oh. That. Frankly, Kon didn't even think of that. The whole thing is kind of a blur. “I was fine.”

“You just said—”

“Look, a lot was going on. It's fine now, we're long gone,” Bart has been speeding them through the nebula, even though he promised he wouldn't, “and I'll be brand new in like, an hour max.”

Tim doesn't seem happier. It's damn hard to please him sometimes. Other times, it's startlingly easy. It always takes Kon by surprise.

“Why didn't you tell me?” he asks again, and Kon genuinely can't think of a good answer to save his life. He also can't tell where Tim is, emotionally, at this point, because he sounds angry but Tim often sounds angry when he's scared, or sad, or anything in between.

He doesn't miss how Tim says me and not us. Not talking about the team, but Tim, only Tim. He figures it shouldn't, for more than one reason, but it makes him feel warm all over. He's not sure if he could blush but if he can, he might be.

He's not complaining—he shouldn't complain. This is the most of Tim's attention he's gotten since he's come back and since Bart's come back and since… well everything. A lot has changed. Both them as people, as a duo and the four of them as a team, but at least one thing's still the same and Kon is as desperate for Tim's attention as always.

He wishes there could be easier ways to get it. Maybe ones that don't include getting stupidly shot by a kryptonite bullet during what was supposed to be a pretty chill mission. In space, sure, which automatically makes it fucky, but chill nevertheless. Should have been.

Sometimes, Kon wonders how much of a favor he's reallydone to the lot of them by coming back, but just one look at Tim staring up at him with more worry than he lets himself show to anyone but the three of them shushes that thought. Puts it away for a moment. It's not a helpful train of thought to follow. For one, Tim would kick his ass for it.

He lifts a hand Tim isn't holding and goes to pull the Red Robin cowl down, and Tim lets him. Seeing his face is a breath of fresh air each time, all over again, like a silent but firm confirmation that beneath all the newfound world-weariness, the person he knows as his best friend still prevails. The fight seems to have drained out of him and he looks more resigned than anything else. Kon doesn't like that look on him. He'll take anger over it any day.

“I wasn't thinking,” he says, which is true. He was panicking as much as they were all panicking, and it's easier to say than to admit how terrified he is of the possibility of dying again standing right around the corner, lingering. No one ever asks—except Ma, she had asked, and she listened, and Kon could tell she hated the answer but she didn't shush him—but he remembers dying pretty well. It's not his favorite memory. His brain loves to recycle it though.

The searing pain that'd gone through his flesh was too familiar; he doesn't feel that way often, there are only a number of associations he can draw on and the big 'hey, remember when you died?' one stands out pretty heavily. The bullet had gone right through his thigh, so really it could have been worse, the problem practically solved itself almost as soon as it appeared and there was no reason to panic, but Kon isn't new to the knowledge of just how little control over his own mind he has.

At the moment he'd been too absorbed in his own shit to pay attention to what the others were doing, but looking at the state of their group now he can tell that him getting hurt so unexpectedly had affected them all. Not well. Really, if Cassie hadn't gotten a hold of them and if it had taken Bart a minute longer to get the ship running, they very well could have been toast. And Kon didn't do much to help, what with getting shot and then having a private little freak out about it that prompted Tim to have to practically drag him out of the line of fire.

He gives Tim his best Superboy smile instead of elaborating, because there's not much else to say, really, besides that he wasn't thinking. “You know how I am, here to look pretty.”

“Don't say that,” Tim says, frowning.

“You don't think I'm pretty?”

It doesn't work; Tim doesn't buy it. “That's not what I meant.”

“I don't know what you want me to say, Rob.” Though he feels like he should. He feels like there's a glaring issue here that Tim is aware of and that he's missing. There's a palpable disconnect between them nowadays and Kon can't tell if it's because of him, or Tim, or both of them. Too many variables have been thrown off their balance for them to remain the same. But Tim is still holding his hand.

And he doesn't let go of his hand when Cassie comes to get them from the ship hallway they've been holed up in, letting them know they're back on Earth. Tim is the first one to get up, pull the cowl back on and start walking towards the entrance but his fingers don't untangle from Kon's and he just goes with it. Trails behind Tim and lets him lead him out of the ship, out to the fresh air and the sounds of people living all around them. A stark difference to space that, while noisy, doesn't have the same charm. Someone's mowing their lawn yards away, somewhere closer a kid is yelling for a cat, and there's birds everywhere. Loud pop music, somewhere in the east. They've only been away for a day and a bit, but Kon has missed it.

They land in YJ's—Bart's, really—secret garage and Bart makes quick work of cleaning up the mess of the interior before they abandon it for an indefinite amount of time again. Kon wonders how many times he comes here alone to mess with the ship. He's more familiar with it than someone who's only drove it three times would be.

“Not a word to the Justice League,” Bart says as they all convene by the garage door and Kon closes it shut.

“Obviously,” Tim says and Cassie nods.

“Great. I'm hungry, I'll set up everything by the time you get there, race you.”

“Absolutely not.”

And he's gone, and the three of them are standing there and Tim is still holding his hand. Cassie turns to leave toward Tim's car, because he drove them here, and Tim walks behind her and just—keeps holding Kon's hand.

It's ridiculous, it's childish and it makes him giddy like he's a dumbass teen again straight from the lab. It makes him almost forget how he very nearly died today, again. Something he'll have to recon with later, but for now, this is enough.

They get in the car and Kon ends up in the back seat by a failed round of rock-paper-scissors and he lets go of Tim's hand. They say nothing about it. Cassie says nothing about it, even though Kon is sure she's noticed.

“Honestly, I'm just glad there's no one asking a report from me on this,” she says around a yawn as Tim starts the car. “Not that I'm saying we should do more off the book missions. I'm not saying that.”

She gives a very pointed look to Kon in the rear view mirror and Tim snorts. Kon smiles back at her. “Okay.”

“I'm not saying that.”

By the time they arrive at the recently refurnished clubhouse, Bart has ordered and brought them dinner and watched almost all of the first episode of Dark. And by the time Kon has taken a warm shower and gotten out of the bloody suit he's not thinking about and put on fresh clothes, they're way past the first episode and he can hear them arguing about plot in the living room.

On the couch, Kon settles comfortably between Cassie, who has Bart's legs in her lap, and Tim, who waits for barely a second to take his hand again. Well, kind of. It's not really a hand hold as much as it's a hand touch. He's put his hand over Kon's and kind of… grabbed his fingers with his, intertwining them in a way that is as gentle as it is rigid.

Kon doesn't say anything about it. He's very cool about the whole thing.

“Can we watch it from the start?” he asks, because they're at the midpoint of the second episode now and nothing is connecting in his head. It has everything to do with how incomprehensible the plot on the screen is and nothing with how he can feel the warmth of Tim's fingers against his, can feel his heartbeat as well as he can hear it.

“No, it's fine, I can explain it to you,” Bart waves him off and starts talking, immediately, not giving a chance for Kon to say that it's fine, really, he'll figure it out. Cassie groans like this isn't the first time Bart haw tried to summarize this for them, which he probably did. “No, shut up, listen to me. You won't understand it any better if you watch it. So I might as well tell it my way.”

“Fair enough,” he says. He doesn't think he'll be able to focus on anything other than blood and Tim's fingers tonight either way. Sometime by the end of the second episode he stretches to grab popcorn from Bart and his hand slips away, and Tim hooks his little finger around his and Kon's whole body goes stiff. He's definitely blushing now. He only hopes the show and the low light of the room are enough to keep everyone's attention off it.

They last an episode before Cassie starts dozing off and Bart has a long streak of guessed plotlines that both Cassie and Tim have an issue with, snapping at him to stop spoiling the show for them—and Kon hasn't followed a single thing that's happened but the atmosphere is fittingly dark and gloomy so he can vibe. God, he's starting to sound like Tim too.

Tim who, despite the standoffish, broody attitude, hasn't stopped clinging to Kon's fingers. He hasn't directly said a word to him since he sat down but Kon hasn't tried talking to him either, so. Fifty-fifty chance that he's still upset or just being a gloomy Bay.

It's only when Cassie is fully asleep on Kon's shoulder and Bart looks too engrossed in the show to care what's happening a few feet away from him that Kon decides to test the waters. Tim looks like he's watching the show but by the tired, unfocused look in his eyes Kon can tell that he's spacing out and probably has been for a while now.

“You're gonna have to let go of me eventually, you know,” he teases, lifting their hands by where they're joined by their pinkies.

He means it as a joke and he says it as such, even exaggerated because he knows jokes fly over Tim's head sometimes, but Tim's voice still sounds too somber when he says, “I know. Just let me have this.”

Kon has no idea what to say to that, so he doesn't, just turns his eyes back to the TV and tries to pay attention to the movie.

He doesn't want to think about how it's Tim who has been ghosting him and not the other way around, despite what the way he speaks might make you think. He's been meaning to accuse Tim of it for some time now but right now, he doesn't want to ruin the moment. He'd rather savor the little moments while he can.

Some other time, he'll be the one to pick a fight and they'll hash it out like they always do. For now, he's content enough with Tim touching him, barely as it is.

[shawn-is-my-giant-jellybean]

ONLY WANT YOU.

Pairing : Shawn Mendes × reader

Genre : Angst, smut, fluff

Warnings : Swearing, Daddy kink, thigh riding, unprotected sex, dom!Shawn, Self depreciation(very mild), oral (male receiving)

Summary : The reader and Shawn have an intense argument and then Shawn let's the reader know who's the one he wants.

You were more than worried now. It had been precisely 2 hours 14 minutes since Shawn left. You really managed to send him over the edge. You didn't want to. You didn't mean it. But you can't help it when all of the world is pining for what's not true. He's yours but no, everyone wants him and camila to be together.

Camila was such a lovely lady. You couldn't help but feel insecure. She was everything you'd want to be. Hell, she was beautiful and the worst part you wanted to hate her but you couldn't. She had that aura.

You and Shawn were in it for long. That's what you thought at least. You knew he was the one for you. And you believed you were too for him until recently.

Ever since the PR began after Senorita was out you couldn't help but question everything. Your bond with Shawn seemed to weaken. You found yourself distancing from him. You didn't want to. You never did. Everytime you saw an article in some shitty tabloid your breath got caught. You felt you couldn't breathe. You knew it was fake but guess these two were really good actors cause it didn't seem unreal it to you.

You tried to calm yourself. Remind yourself you were overanalysing the sitch. He is your boyfriend. He will be home soon. Then you can be in his strong arms and feel safe and secure. But none of it worked.

All this while, since the PR managers suggested this, Shawn had made sure to get you involved. Let you be a part of everything that's been happening or is going to in future. Make sure you're comfortable with it. And boy, did you say yes cause you didn't wanna hold him down. But now when he was not with you for the holidays, when he had to fly out every weekend to Miami you felt your nerves kick in.

You hated yourself for being such a hypocrite. Shawn never once made you feel secluded but your overthinker ass ravaged everything.

You were certain he hated you now. This was the longest you two had gone without talking after that intense a fight.

Shawn was back home after three months. You were so excited for him to be with you for a whole week now, until you saw that article. You knew it meant nothing but seeing your boyfriend sticking his tongue down another women's throat got the best of you. You didn't think it was going to affect you so bad when you said yes to the whole PR stuff but now you just didn't know how to feel.

You never told Shawn when your anxiety kicked in seeing him with her because you didn't want to seem like a hypocrite. But weren't you one?

You just suffered quietly. Tried to let it pass. It'd end soon. That's how you always calmed your raging nerves. You became quieter. Stopped being your bubbly self when Shawn called. He obviously noticed. He knew you better than you yourself. He just couldn't figure the issue cause you had so convincingly persuaded him to believe you were fine with it all.

"Hun, I'm home. " Shawn said as he closed the door after settling his luggage beside the shoe cabinet right at the entrance of your shared apartment.

When he got no response he was stressed. He expected you to pounce on him as soon as he opened the gate but there was no sign of you.

He kicked his shoes off and then remembered how it'd annoy you so much, laughed to himself and went back to put them in the cabinet before calling out for you again.

"Y/N, baby I'm home. "

He checked the living room. You weren't there. The kitchen next. No sign of you anywhere. He didn't expect you to be asleep cause it was just 7 and you were a night owl getting all pumped with energy as the clock hit 6 pm. This was your best time of the day and Shawn certainly had decided to make the best of it but you were nowhere to be found.

He wouldn't lie he was disappointed when you didn't fling yourself into his arms and peppered his face with cute wet kisses and were all clingy and lovey with him. He missed you so much.

He went to your bedroom, your shared room. Checked the whole house but there was no sign of you. He felt all that excitement dial down.

He decided to call you, obviously.

You didn't pick up.

He was worried now. He called your best friend cause you usually liked to hangout with her at evenings like this, discussing your medical school stuff and just chilling at times. She didn't pick up either. He called your mom and she told him that you were out with Y/F/N and she thought that he already knew.

Shawn was more than upset. He felt a little angry because you had been acting so not yourself and this was the least he could expect from you. There was something wrong obviously but why wouldn't you talk to him. Every time he tried to talk, you'd just make some excuse. He was tired now and this was what sent him over the edge. He tried calling you after an hour again. Just to get back a text saying "I'll be home late. Dinner's in the fridge. Don't wait for me. "

He was pissed off. Really bad.

You came home around 10:30 at night. You knew this wasn't fair to Shawn. After you saw that article you just couldn't. You had to let some seam off. Y/F/N called you and asked you if you'd wanna come to a small party they were throwing for Tom, a batchmate of yours Shawn had a huge disliking towards. Tom had asked you out cause he didn't know you had a boyfriend and he made it very clear that he liked you a lot. Shawn didn't take that well, obviously. He hated Tom's guts.

You wanted to get on his nerves after seeing the article. So you did.

You put on your sexiest one piece Shawn got for you year on your graduation day. The nerve of you. You informed your mom cause you knew Shawn would call her as you didn't plan on picking up his phone.

You opened the door with your key. The click noise made Shawn wake up from his light slumber.

You knew you had pulled off real shit and well consequences weren't gonna be good.

As you went inside. You saw the food was out on the counter but untouched. Shawn was in the living room, glaring at you.

"Where were you, Y/N? " He asked you with a voice dangerously low sending chills down your spine.

But heh you had enough liquid courage to be a douche at this point.

"Hello to you too. " You said in a rude tone.

"I said where the fuck were you, Y/N? It's been three goddamn hours. I have been so stressed what the hell is wrong with you. You didn't even care to tell me yourself. What the fuck?" He snapped at you moving towards you in the kitchen where you were pouring some water for yourself.

" I was at Tom's birthday party with Y/F/N." You said non chalantly.

His eyes shot up. Going wide.

" So you decided to go to that fucker's party instead of being with me. I'm home after three fucking months for fuck's sake." He yelled from across the counter.

You flinched hearing his tone but snapped right back. "Well what am I supposed to do Shawn? Sit here like a fool while you stick your tongue down her throat. All I see are pictures of you two making out every fucking where so am I just supposed to fucking wait for you after getting ten thousand notifications showing my boyfriend and his fucking girlfriend!? "

He took in a deep breath as if to not do anything wrong. The change on his face was scary. He just went from angry and worried to nothing. His face went expressionless. The tension getting thicker with every passing second.

You realised how wrong you were instantly. Hands flying to cover your mouth. " Shawn, i-... I am.. I didn't mean it. Bab-"

"You fucking meant it, Y/N. I can't even. You've got to be kidding me. " He took his Jeep's keys and headed for the gate. You tried to stop him by touching his shoulder but the look he gave you made you feel disgusted with yourself. He slammed the gate as he went out. Tears made their way down your cheeks smudging all your make up.

You sank down right where you were beside the kitchen counter. You hated yourself in this moment more than you ever had. The one person who always put your needs first, cared for you more than himself, you managed to make him hate you. You were certain he did.

You ran took your phone called Shawn. Over and over again. 5 calls went unanswered. You were perturbed. Didn't know what to do. Didn't know where he could be. You wanted to just be in his arms. You didn't deserve it but you felt home. His arms were your home. And you just ruined it all. Your baseless insecurities did.

You sat there helpless, loathing yourself. You don't know when sleep took over you. When you woke up it was 12. You got up in haste, drowning in worry. It had been an hour and a half since he left. You called him again and again to no avail. You lost the best thing you ever had and you knew you wouldn't be able to live with yourself after what you did.

You decided leaving was the best. He anyway wouldn't want you near him. Shawn deserved the world. He deserved the best. And then there was you who gave him nothing but hurled insults at him.

Tears didn't stop flowing at a point you felt you didn't have anymore left but you were wrong. You went up to your bedroom. Taking out a suitcase. You didn't want to bother him more. You weren't worth it.

You put in your essentials in the bag, moving to the closet after that. You changed into one of your hoodies. It was his. All of your clothes were basically his. You needed to wear them to feel home when he wasn't around. He loved them on you but now you weren't so sure. You anyway did it. One hoodie wouldn't upset him.

As you were done packing you checked the time it was over 2 hours. You wanted to die right at this moment. Shawn was not picking up your calls. You called Geoff earlier, he had no idea where Shawn was. Now you decided to call Karen. You didn't know what to do. You had already asked Andrew if Shawn was at the studio. You didn't want to stress everywhere cause Shawn didn't get mad easily but when he did it was bad. Extremely bad.

Just as you were about to call Karen you felt yourself being turned around, moved towards the closet door, a pair of strong arms pulling you and then his warm swollen lips being attached to yours. You melted right then. You didn't know how to respond. You couldn't believe it. Were you dreaming? But as you let it sink in, it was your Shawn kissing you. His smell invaded your senses making you feel alive again. Those lips moulded with yours felt like heaven. Tears made their way out of your eyes again. Lips starting to move against his. Hands going into his hair tugging at it as he devoured you. You didn't realize he was crying too until you opened your eyes. His eyes blood shot, cheeks tear stained. You hated you were the reason for his disheveled state. You hated yourself.

You broke the kiss. Not being able to look him in the eyes. Trying to catch your breath.

After a few minutes of total silence you figured this was goodbye. You started moving towards your suitcase.

As he saw what you were doing he let out a loud groan. He wanted to knock some sense into you and he decided he will.

He held your arm pulling you towards himself, asking with a hoarse voice "Where do you think you are going? "

"I'm sorry, Shawn. I just....you deserve better. I'll leave, I wanted to ask you if I can take this one hoodie? If you want it back I understand. I just didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't mean anything I said earlier. It just I was a little drunk you know it's I'm so terribly sorry. " You rambled didn't realising when you started sobbing.

You felt his arms wrap around you. Engulfing you in a loving hug. You broke down. He was still being so considerate when all you did was break his heart.

"Shush honey. Y/N, I am right here. You're not going anywhere."

"I am sorry. So sorry. I-.. I'll leave. "

"Baby, I said you are not going anywhere. I need you hun. You remember, it's forever." He said in his beautiful voice showing you his promise ring. The one you got him three months back. Just before he left.

You looked up at him through your crys. You wanted to see if he hated you or not. He could lie to you but his eyes could never. To your surprise all you saw was worry and love. A sense of relief washed over you. You released a breath you didn't know you were holding all this while.

"I love you baby. We are okay. I'm sorry I shouldn't have left like this."

"No no no Shawn. You.. I.... I'm so fucking terrible. I didn't mean anything earlier. I just wanted to I don't know I'm a fool. I was so scared I lost you forever. I'm so sorry. I love you so much. "

"No bub, I get where you're coming from. I understand. Just seeing you go to his birthday party made my blood boil. Seeing me with Camila, making out, holding hands I get it. I'm sorry. You should have told me, Y/N. I always wanted you to be comfortable with it. Although I shouldn't have put you in that spot when I know you won't ever say anything that's not in favour of my career. "

" I just didn't wanna hold you back, Shawn. I knew it was important but seeing you with her I just can't help but compare myself to her. I'm so pathetic. I hate myself. "

" Hey don't you ever say that about my baby. She's the best. Okay? Most beautiful, most caring, loving, selfless and she has the best legs. Her ass is so sexy. Her curves. Those lips I never wanna let go off. " He said his hands on your ass massaging it. You let out a low moan. It had been so long.

You wanted Shawn more than anything . His head dipped down to your neck, your head falling back. It felt unreal to be this close to him again. Especially after that sick stunt you pulled off.

He bit you at your soft spot and you jumped in his arms making him chuckle. He licked it to soothe it and you moaned. Not being able to control how overwhelmed you were after months of no physical contact with him.

"By the way that dress, baby. Not a smart move wearing it to Tom's birthday party, was it? " He said as his hands creeped up inside your hoodie sending shivers up your spine.

You just moaned in response only to receive a light tug at your bum.

"Words, honey. Use your words with me. " He said in that deep voice making your knees turn into jelly.

"Yes daddy. It was so stupid of me. Sorry daddy. " You said in your most innocent voice. Eyes looking glossy.

Shawn literally lost it there. Letting out a low growl. " Fuck Y/N." He turned you around. Making you face the mirror on your vanity. Your ass pressed onto his front. You could feel him already getting hard against your thigh. "Say it again." He commanded in a low voice. So you did feeling yourself getting wet. The pool in your panties becoming larger. "Mmm Daddy." You moaned as he moved your hair onto one side tilting your head so that he could assault your neck again. He knew how much you loved it when he did this.

"You know I wanted to take you right when you entered the house. Looking so pretty in that dress. Daddy got so worked up, baby. Only if you weren't being an annoying little brat." He said bringing his hand on your left boob cupping it under your hoodie.

"No bra? You're being very naughty I see."

"Sorrrryyy daddy. Sorry for being a little brat. I need you, daddy." You couldn't take his assault anymore. You whined. You just wanted him to fuck you into oblivion. Wanted him to be rough with you. Wanted to be close to him. As close that even air couldn't get in between the two of you.

"My hun is eager, I see. What do you want honey?" He asked.

"Want daddy to fuck me. Hard." You answered. Your eyes closed as he played with your tits. You could already feel yourself dripping on your thigh.

"Fuck baby. Getting daddy so hard huh? But do you deserve it after what you did."

"No daddy I have been bad. Very bad." You said. Extremely excited for what was in store for you. Shawn being a little rough and dominant always got you in the mood no matter when and where. That was his effect. The fact that only you got to see this side of the otherwise always a sweetheart gentle giant Shawn worked wonders on you. You loved it and he knew that.

"Hmm so kitten what is your punishment then?" Shawn whispered in your left ear. Making goosebumps arise on your body.

"Spanks, daddy. I have to count."

"Mm look at you being so good. How many do you deserve baby? "

"6 daddy? "

"Isn't that very less for what you did hun? Make it 10."

"Okay daddy."

He tugged at your hands as an indication for you to raise them so that he could take off his large hoodie of you. Leaving you only in your black lace panties. Looking at your almost naked body, Shawn couldn't help the moan that escaped his lips. Hands immediately cupping both your boobs. "So beautiful kitten."

"Thank you, daddy."

He proceeded on to take off his shirt. His biceps flexing in the process making your mouth water. You still were in a haze. This man, literally Adonis was yours? How'd you get so lucky? His flawless skin. The little hair peppering his chest. The defined pecs. His abs. You didn't even realise you were gawking at him. Literally with your mouth open. A chuckle brought you back to reality. Getting flushed instantly.

"Mmm definitely enjoying what you see hun. Come here." He said sitting at the edge of the bed opening his legs so that you could bend over his thighs. You did as told.

"Want these off baby. " He tugged at your panties. Before you could even move to get them off. He ripped them apart in half as if it was nothing. You got wetter if that was possible.

"Now bend." He said. You did as told. You bent over his lap.

"Count baby." He growled as his hand slapped your right ass cheek. A loud moan leaving your lips. "One."

Another spank at the same place. Making it become an angry red. "Two." You whined.

Shawn saw your wetness dripping down your thighs forcing a strangled moan out of him. His fingers immediately going to your freshly shaved pussy lips. "You are enjoying this so much kitten? " He asked as his fingers dipped in your folds, you almost screaming at the sudden action, then he took them in his mouth. You sublimated right that moment. If this wasn't the hottest thing you'd ever seen you didn't know what was. You felt pure bliss.

Still in that euphoria you didn't realize how time passed and his hand came in contact with your ass again. Harder than before.

"Three." You cried. Your ass blood red. Tears threatening to fall out of your eyes any second. Just for a second Shawn's demeanor faltered. He seemed to be having second thoughts. He couldn't hurt you. His hand soothingly titillating the area.

You, as if, read his thoughts and told him to continue. "It hurts so good, daddy." That was all he needed. "You're doing so good kitten. Just two more." With that his hand came down again not so hard this time. You moaned, loving the burning sensation.

He repeated the same with your left cheek. You started to cry by the time he was done. He took you in his arms. Making you face him. Straddling his lap. "Did so good for me baby." You rested your head on his shoulder. Your bare pussy against the rough fabric of his jeans. His thick thighs clenching. And you started to grind your self on his thigh. You didn't even realise when. The pleasure seeming to only increase with each thrust of your hips. You let out a moan at the same time as Shawn, it's what made reality dawn upon you. Your actions halted thinking he'd want to punish you, maybe.

When you looked into his eyes, they were darker than before, almost black, filled with insatiable hunger. A wave of confidence hit you. Your movements resumed. Your pace a little faster now. Your hands made way around his neck, wrapping them for support as he held you by your waist. His eyes boring into yours, you felt yourself melt. "I want you to get off my thigh, Y/N. Don't stop until you cum." He said in a voice that was enough to do it for you. He sounded so fucking sexy you couldn't even make sense of it. "Okay daddy." With that you increased your pace. His toned muscles flexing with your movements. It felt like heaven. You felt the fire burn in you. That familiar pit. Shawn kept on cooing filthy things in your ear sending you over the edge even faster. You held onto him for dear life as you came, nails digging in his skin. This was different. The way he responded to your actions. It felt unreal. It was beyond amazing.

"Felt so good daddy." You said as you went to kiss him. He captured your lips with his, kissing you with burning passion. You poured all your apologies, how ashamed you were of your unreasonable behavior, your unconditional love for him, all in that kiss. It conveying more than you could vocally have.

"Look at you hun, ruined daddy's pants huh? Looked like a goddess getting off of my thigh. You like it?"

"Loved it daddy. I love 'em."

He wrapped your legs around his waist as if you weighed nothing, standing up. He threw you on the bed. Taking his pants off along with his boxers. His thick member sprang out of the confines hitting his abdomen making the most unholy noise. You almost gasped at how terribly hard he was. It must be painful.

You scooted closer to him on the bed, reaching the edge. "Can I taste you, daddy? "

"Fuck. Go ahead baby."

"Mmm okay." You said as you reached for him. Getting in between his thighs. Making him sit on the bed and getting on your knees on the floor. You wanted to make him feel just as good as you felt. And boy were you determined.

You took his length in your hands. Spreading the precum all over it and your lips pulling out a pornographic moan off him. He stared at you in awe. Looking so pretty with his cock in your hands, on your knees for him. So wet, your juices dripping everywhere. It was nasty and he loved it.

You took his balls in your mouth, caressing his cock, all the prominent veins and the angry red tip making you salivate. You started running your hands up and down him. Sucking his balls. "Fuck honey, so good. Go on." He caressed your hair. "Always so good for me." You released his balls from your mouth with a pop sound and licked his underside from the base to the tip, feeling each vein. You took his tip in your mouth making him almost stop breathing. "Such a good girl, Y/N. Doing amazing." He moaned. It felt like music to your ears. You finally took him all in. He let out a loud whine. The warmth of your mouth making him dizzy. You started moving your head faster, almost releasing him fully then taking as much of him as you could until he hit the back of your throat. You loved giving Shawn a head. Hell you loved doing everything to him. Anything you did for him, with him was automatically your favorite. You felt what a dumbass you were to even think of leaving him. He's the best thing that has happened to you ever. He's your present and your future. You can't let yourself ruin that. Shawn abruptly stopped you. Pulling himself out of your mouth. You gave him a confused look. "What's wrong, Shawn?" "Not gonna last long, baby. Wanna feel you. Be inside you. Come here." He scooped you in his arms. Made you lay on the bed facing the vanity mirror. He came up beside you. His large body engulfing you as he spooned you. You reached down taking him in your hands, not being able to take anymore teasing. You needed him in you. Wanted to feel full again. It almost felt like the first time today. Your emotions all over the place, being so raw. You loved every microsecond of it. You lined him with yourself, almost about to take him in when Shawn took control. "Calm down. You know Y/N, good girls don't behave like this." "Sorry." You mumbled grumpily. His hand wrapped around your throat. Pressing lightly. Fuck, you got wetter if that was humanely even possible. You felt you might cum right then. "Sorry, what honey? Be good." "Sorry Daddy." "Mmm better." He said as he rubbed his tip at your slit. Teasing you like always. "So wet for me, honey. You've ruined all the sheets." You just moaned loudly in response incapable of forming a coherent sentence. He slowly pushed inside you. He was so fucking big. It hurt. He stretched you out so well. Relief washing you over. Feeling him in you made you feel complete. He stilled once he was inside letting you adjust. "Move baby? " He asked. "Mmm fuck. Yes daddy." You said.

His hand moved from your throat to your clit, rubbing you as he fucked you hard from behind. Your eyes started to close which as soon as he noticed he stopped. You whined so loudly at this it was almost shocking for you. "Open your eyes, baby if you want me to continue. Watch us in the mirror. Watch how daddy fucks you so good." And you saw the most obscene sight. His one hand rubbing your clit. You could see his cock move in and out of you. Other hand on your left boob pressing it hard. You couldn't help but whimper at the beautiful view. So dirty. You loved it.

His pace got faster as he dipped his neck into the crook of your neck leaving hickeys. Your hand reaching back holding onto his arm. Your nails scratching him, digging into his skin.

The feeling of bliss took over you as you yelled "I'm going to cum, Shawn." "Come for me, honey. I'm gonna cum too." His pace faltered becoming slower. He was close too. He rubbed your little nub faster, the nerves started burning at his assault.

"Aaah fuck fuck fuck daddy." With that you came all over him, him following you almost instantly. He let out a grunt as he came inside you, filling you up. Riding you both to the end of your orgasms.

He stayed like that for a few minutes. Not moving at all. Then he pulled out of you. Getting up to go to the bathroom like he always did. He came back with a wet towel, cleaning you up so gently. Then he cleaned himself up with the same towel. And you don't know but this always felt so intimate to you. More than all that you guys just did. Him cleaning you both up with the same towel made your heart flutter. You were so fallen for him you didn't know yourself.

He came back after dumping the towel with the dirty laundry.

As soon as he came to bed, you snuggled into his chest. He was your home. You felt so safe. No one could hurt you with him there. Not even you, yourself. He'd protect you.

A single tear slipped from your eye as you both lay in comfortable silence cuddled with each other. As he noticed it, in the sweetest voice ever he said "It's okay baby. You don't have to even think about what happened earlier, again. I knew it'd affect you badly and I still went for it. I knew if I asked you, you'd never say no. So it was me taking you for granted, hun. You're not at fault. It was me, baby. I put you in that spot."

"Oh shut up, Mendes. Always making me seem so good. It was my and only my fault. Don't you dare blame it on yourself. And I'm so so sorry. I won't ever doubt what we have. It's the most real thing I have felt in my whole 22 years of existence. I love you so much, words can't even express it."

"But you do in other ways. You know." He smirked making you roll your eyes, nudging him lightly in his chest.

"You riding my thigh was the most fucking hot view ever. Trust me, I almost came."

"Oh shut it and let me sleep." You said all flustered about what you did.

"One last thing, baby. "

"Hmm? "

"You're the only one I want. "

You cuddled more into him finally being able to fall asleep soundly in your home.

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[fratboykate]

Your tags about Yelena and Kate moving in and the 2 spoons just murdered me. Thanks for that Papi 😩 So when can we expect a cfau type of story for them? 😂

Forks! Where did spoons even come from? Haha. Not me having people begging me in the AO3 comments to finish CFAU and I'm here cranking out 1,500 ficlets no one asked for in an hour.

DISCLAIMER before we even do this: I don't read comics. I don't watch Marvel movies/shows. I don't know anything about these two characters beyond what I've seen in these five episodes of Hawkeye so I don't want to hear any "she wouldn't do or say that". I don't care lol. It's 3:20am, I'm up, I just wanted to expand on this one headcanon I talked about earlier. That's it. Don't even with me because I know y'all too well.

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Let's quickly set the scene for where they are as humans/in their relationship in my head at this point. Fast forward six months after that dinner scene in 1x05. Kate is using Bishop Securities to help Yelena track other Widows and deprogram them. It's a Whole Thing now. Yelena is training Kate to be a more skilled fighter/overall well rounded "superhero adjacent" thing (or whatever it is you want to call what Hawkeye does). They're being good gays and about to Uhaul. Kate surprised Yelena with the key to an apartment that has a view of Rockefeller "...so that come Christmas time you can see the tree every day." It got her laid. More than once. So many times. Okay, that's the basic fork headcanon backstory.

Now, they're supposed to be moving into the apartment but before they can go in Yelena stops them at the door and she pulls out a blindfold.

"Last time that came out I had bruised ribs for three weeks."

"I am not teaching you how to actually LISTEN during a fight this time, am I?"

"I don't know....There was also that one time you told me we were going to get our take out and ten minutes later drove the car into the Hudson."

"Escaping a sinking vehicle is a necessary survival skill. My father says you learn faster and better when you are not expecting the lesson. You made it out in four minutes and twenty two seconds. It was not a bad time. For a first timer."

"What's in there? Is there a seven foot man that I'll need to fight with my hands tied behind my back?"

"No."

"Ninja stars that'll come flying full speed at me?"

"No."

"Uh...a pissed off alien trying to retrieve a priceless artifact that I'll need to defend?"

Yelena hangs her head back laughing then gets on her toes to kiss her much too tall girlfriend.

"No angry aliens. Trust me, yes?"

"Always." Kate smiles and steals another kiss.

"Close your eyes then. No blindfold."

"Yeah, let's hold on the blindfold. Still too soon on that one."

"Are they closed?"

"Tight."

Kate can hear Yelena open the door. Yelena holds her hand then guides Kate inside. By her vague memory of the layout, Kate can tell they're heading to the kitchen.

"Okay. Move this way. More this way. A little this way. One step that way." Yelena keeps adjusting Kate trying to place her in just the perfect spot. "Open them."

Kate opens her eyes and on the empty counter there's...two forks.

"Two forks. Because we two people now. Not just one person anymore."

Kate takes a moment to internalize the forks and the immense meaning they hold. She stares at them for a long beat then turns to Yelena, eyes brimming with tears.

"You hate them." Yelena's face falls."I knew I should've asked Laura for recommendations instead of Clin-" Yelena is cut off by Kate's lips on hers.

"I don't hate them. Not even a little."

"Okay? Me and Clint did good job then?"

"The fact that it took two of the world's most dangerous killing machines to pick forks is...impressive but yes, you did an amazing job."

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Hours later, when they're sweaty and tired after unloading the moving truck, they make Mac & Cheese with Sriracha like that first night.

They have no chairs yet because they didn't bother packing anything except for the one pot they needed. It's all the energy they can muster. As soon as it's done cooking, Kate ungracefully slides her body down the cabinets directly next to the stove. That's as far as she can move. Pizza Dog promptly finds his place next to her and stares with his one good eye, begging for a serving. Kate relents.

Yelena might always be in control in most other aspects of their relationship but she's also the Smol to Kate's Tol so she's resigned herself to often being what she learned Americans call "Little Spoon". When Kate rests her back against the cabinets, Yelena shamelessly sits between her girlfriend's legs and presses her back to Kate's chest. You'd think after six months of this, Kate would be used to feeling Yelena's skin against hers but it still makes her stumble and whatever thing she was rambling about at seventy five miles an hour gets derailed for half a second.

"Do I make you nervous, Kate Bishop?" Yelena tilts her head to look up at Kate with a playful grin while she shoves a forkful of macaroni into her mouth.

"Pffft...me? Nervous? By you?...." The fake cocky façade breaks. "Yeah. A lot. All the time, actually. Like, constantly. Angry swarm of wired butterflies right up in here." Kate points to her stomach. They look at a each other for a long moment then burst out laughing. Yelena pulls Kate's chin down and they kiss.

"You really like the forks, yes?"

"They're good forks. Top notch." Kate tells her with a smile.

"Wait till you see spoons. Well, they are same as forks, but spoons. They are in box somewhere. There is knives too. Clint and I got the whole set."

"Wow. You guys did all that by yourselves?"

"I am sensing some sarcasm there." Kate shrugs and smiles. "You are lucky you are sexy or I kill you."

"Yeah yeah, I've heard that one before."

"It is truth. I could. You would not even know what happened. But I would never."

"'Never' is a big word. What if I eat the last fry one day? Or accidentally break one of your guns?"

"Then I just divorce you. But never kill you."

"Oh, so you're planning on marrying me? Is that what I'm hearing? Because, see, in order to divorce someone you sorta have to marry them first."

"Clint might have helped me buy other things."

Yelena shrugs. Kate's eyes go wide.

"What does that mean?!"

Yelena shrugs again.

"It means that Clint is...what you say..."Grumpy"...but Avengers get good deals on expensive things. He is great to take places."

"Baby, you can't just say that and then not..."

Yelena kisses her and jumps to her feet.

"Soooo many boxes left. Look at all the boxes." Yelena goes to work on the overflowing one on the counter. Kate also stands. She flips Yelena over and pins her again the counter.

"You can't say things like that and then do the Spy Deflecting Thing. That's just being a tease."

"I do not think you have ever complained about that before." Yelena tells her as she easily slips out from where Kate held her down and heads for the living room.

Kate follows, reaches for her arm, pulls her towards the wall, and pushes her against it face first. Yelena's cheek is now making contact with the cold paint. It's rough but not forceful, just enough. Kate knows she's pushing all the right buttons.

"Kate Bishop do not start things you cannot finish."

In one swift motion Yelena has not only reversed their positions - Kate now being the one tacked against the wall - but she has also managed to hold one of Kate's hands above her head while her other hand teases right over the edge of the tattered training shorts Kate had thrown on earlier.

"Oh, I can finish."

Kate stares at Yelena defiant. Yelena's hand slides under the elastic waistband.

--

They give the apartment a proper christening that night.

Despite Yelena's desire for an intricate proposal, Kate Bishop can be quite convincing (read: annoying) and Yelena was talked into showing the ring she had purchased that week soon after they woke the next morning.

[spencestyles]

Her

summary: the one where y/n is tired of being second to Maeve and Spencer needs to learn his lesson

pairing: spencer reid x BAU!femreader

warnings: angst

words: 3050

*not my gif*

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To you, it had always been about her. What she did, how she looked, was all based on her. You wanted to make Spencer happy, but you could never compare to her.

"Spencer, I don't understand what I need to do," you yelled in frustration.

"There is nothing you can do y/n," Spencer yelled back. Your relationship had been going on like this for a few weeks. you knew about his past and knew about Maeve. Yes, Maeve, the girl Spencer will forever love. Within the past weeks, Spencer has become more distant from you. The five year anniversary of Maeve's death is right around the corner. Whenever this time of the year comes around, Spencer becomes heavily depressed. Every time, you just shrug it off.

"Spence, I want to help you," you said softly, exhausted from all the arguing. "Can I please help you." You worked at the BAU she joined shortly after Maeve's death. You immediately hit it off with the entire team besides Spencer. He was still different, as the rest of the team had told you.

"You can't help y/n," Spencer cried. "I just want Maeve back." Your heart dropped at the sentence. you had always felt second to Maeve, no matter how many times Spencer or the rest of the team denied it.

"I can't do that Spencer," you said calmly, trying not to anger Spencer.

"Then maybe you can start acting more like her," Spencer said angrily. "Maybe pick up a damn book instead of watching fucking Grey's Anatomy. Or maybe do something good with your life besides being pretty. I miss Maeve so much."

At this point, you were enraged, "Spencer, I am not going to change who I am because you want a dead person back. Do you understand how difficult it is for me to live through this every year? Every year you forget I'm your girlfriend and I'm alive."

"Shut up y/n. I will never love you as much as I love Maeve. You are just a filler in my life right now," Spencer screamed. You immediately began to grab her things to take to her best friend, Penelope's, house. Spencer realized what he had done and began to protest your departure from your apartment.

"y/n I didn't mean it," Spencer cried, but you were already out the door. You quickly made you way to the street when you realized you left your car keys in the apartment. You decided to walk to Penelope's as it wasn't far and you didn't want to walk back to the apartment where Spencer would be begging for his forgiveness.

As you walked to Penelope's apartment as quickly as you could, you began to feel a presence from behind. You began to walk at a faster pace, but the figure behind you was faster. Suddenly, you felt a pain in her head.

Then all you saw was darkness.

Spencer knew you would be spending the night over at Penelope's, so he didn't worry too much when you didn't come back to your shared apartment. He also knew Penelope was not going to want to talk to him, especially after what he had said. However, the next morning when he woke up, he felt uneasy. When he tried to call you, you didn't answer (not like you were going to). Spencer expected you to not answer after your encounter last night, but when you are angry you don't let the rings drag on like they had; you just cancel the call.

Spencer immediately called Penelope, "Hey Garcia is y/n with you?" Spencer heard shuffling.

"No, why?" Penelope asked. Spencer became frantic as he realized his beloved girlfriend was missing.

"Garcia we need to call 911 to the team, y/n is missing," Spencer said as he packed his bag to work and immediately ran to the car.

Once the whole team made it to the office, Spencer was worried what he would have to say to the team. He knew they would be pissed at him for what he said to you, they all knew it was a touchy subject to you. You had cried to the girls (as well as Hotch) about this issue many, many times. But they all also knew Spencer loved you, more than he loved Maeve.

"Spencer you called 911, whats up?" JJ asked.

"y/n and I got into a fight last night and she left and I thought she was going to Penelope's but she never made it to Penelope's and she isn't answering her phone," Spencer said in a rushed sentence. "It may not seem like a lot yet, but something is wrong. I can feel it."

"Now what did you two fight about?" Hotch asked sternly. You and Hotch had always been close. You had a close father daughter bond since your father died when you were a teenager.

"Please don't get mad at me. I know I screwed up," Spencer began. "But I said some really stupid things. I was in a funk last night because of the anniversary of Maeve's death and I said some stupid things. She was just trying to help me get better and I basically told her to her face she wasn't good enough. I told her I would never love her as much as I love Maeve."

At this point, Spencer had begun crying. However, the rest of the team had a mixture of shocked, disappointed, and pissed off looks on their faces. You were the baby of the team still, she was young and bubbly and she loved Spencer. Maeve was a tough situation for y/n and it eventually began to take a toll on the whole team. You would get insecure at the smallest things and had a hard time with stalker cases because of the connection to Maeve.

"Okay, this is now a running investigation," Hotch said. "We all know y/n would have texted one of us to tell us she was safe if she was okay. Spencer, my office now." Hotch was pissed. You, who was basically his daughter at that point, was missing and it was all because of Spencer. Spencer knew he fucked up, but Hotch needed to make sure Spencer knew if you were found dead, there was no way out for him.

"Spencer, I am not mad at you yet," Hotch stated calmly. "But let me tell you know and let me tell you clearly, if y/n dies because you decided to be a dick, you will not feel the end of it. We both know what it feels like to lose someone so close to you. I lost Hayley, you lost Maeve. And since then, y/n has been the best thing that has happened to both of us. So Spencer Reid, so help me god, if y/n is dead, your job will be a living hell. Leave my office now and put yourself to good use." Spencer gulped. He knew Hotch would be pissed, but didn't realize how pissed.

Everyone in the bull pin knew what had happened in Hotch's office. None of them felt bad. They knew Spencer couldn't continue to undermine the importance of you to Maeve, a dead girl. They knew how you felt, especially the girls. The countless nights you had cried to them about how you felt you would never be good enough for Spencer. They knew Spencer's constant mention of Maeve hurt you.

As Spencer walked into the bull pin, he noticed the stares. He knew they were disappointed, especially the girls. He knew Morgan would be disappointed because he was the only one who knew how much Spencer truly loved you. While you were crying to the girls, Spencer was over at Derek's trying to find ways to make it up to you, to find ways to prove to you that you were his one and only. Maeve was in the past, but sometimes her memory began to creep up in Spencer.

"Can everyone stop looking at me like a criminal," Spencer said to the team looking down. "I know what I said and I know you all are upset, but we need to find her please. I can't stand to know she may be dead and died thinking that I didn't love her. Because I do. More than I ever loved Maeve and I messed up. I need to save her." The team looked at Spencer with sorrow in their eyes. They knew he was right. They needed to stop holding a grudge and get to work. None of them could live knowing they didn't do everything they could to save you.

"Spencer is right, Garcia start looking at security cameras from the area we found y/n's phone," Hotch began ordering. "Reid I need you to make a list of everyone who you and y/n have been in contact with for the past few months. Everyone else, we need to start looking for similar cases and try to figure out a profile."

The whole team got to work. Spencer looked through his phone as well as his and y/n's emails. While looking through your emails he found a strange set of emails from an unknown email address. This was strange to Spencer, he knew you never kept anything from the team especially if it were to be suspicious.

"Garcia, I need you to trace these emails," Spencer said, walking quickly to Garcia's office.

"Reid did you find something?" Hotch asked.

"I'm not sure," Spencer replied. "But it's strange for y/n to have these emails in a separate file. It's like she didn't want us to find them."

"Or she wanted us to find them in a situation like this," Hotch said. "Garcia look into these emails now, we may have our unsub."

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You laid on a musty mattress that smelled of human feces and blood. You couldn't remember anything. You knew what had happened to you, Spencer told you he didn't love you as much as Maeve and you walked to Penelope's house. By the looks of it, you never made it to Penelope's. Soon enough the figure you felt behind you on your walk was in front of you.

"Well if it isn't y/n y/l/n," the person said. "My name is Cat. Cat Adams. You are here because you are keeping me from Spencer. I knew that if I kidnapped you, Spencer would come looking and I'd get to see his beautiful face again."

"I know who you are, Cat," you said aggressively. "I helped put your ass in jail, but from the looks of it you escaped."

"That I did," Cat laughed. "Its easy when you're fucking the guards." You felt a gross feeling in your stomach. You knew what was going to happen to you, but you also knew if she died, she wouldn't die until she could see Spencer one last time.

Suddenly, you felt a sharp pain at the left side of your waist. You looked at Cat and who was looking at her straight in the eyes. Cat had won.

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However, back at the BAU, Spencer knew something in the emails sounded familiar.

I love him more than you do.

He will be mine forever.

There was only one woman in your relationship together that would be this judgemental, Cat Adams. Spencer knew she too made your life miserable. The thought of Cat to you was almost as gut wrenching as the thought of Maeve. You knew Cat and Spencer had a strange connection, it would often worry you; especially when Cat would request to meet with Spencer.

"Its Cat," Spencer yelled. "Hotch its Cat Adams." Everyone looked at Spencer shocked. The team was never told of Cat escaping prison.

"I need to call the prison," Hotch said. "Garcia, start looking at Cat Adams whereabouts, aliases, or anything. I have a feeling Spencer is right." Garcia immediately started looking as Hotch called the prison.

"Spencer is right," Hotch said. "Cat escaped less than a week ago."

"I found it," Garcia screamed. "Cat is at a warehouse less than three miles from here. Go quickly and save my best friend." The team ran out of the building and sprinted to their cars. Spencer was nervous. He had a feeling in the back of his head that his girlfriend was dead.

Immediately after getting into the car, the team receives a call from Garcia, "Cat has a partner. His name is Jackson Donovan. He has a criminal record and its not good. Spencer I should also mention he is Maeve's brother. You know, your dead girlfriend." Spencer was shocked. He never knew Maeve had a brother, but he knew that you may not get out of this alive. And it would be his fault. The team arrived at the warehouse.

"Spencer you're not allowed in," Hotch said. "You are too close to y/n."

"Hotch that's so not fai-" Spencer began.

"Reid I'm not going in either." Spencer didn't listen and ran into the building with Hotch yelling behind him. Hotch decided it was no use and ran in also, he needed to see you alive one more time.

"Cat Adams and Jackson Donovan, FBI put your hands up," Morgan yelled. The sight they ran into was gruesome. You had been badly beaten. Suddenly, Spencer walked in with tears in his eyes. The love of his life was dying, you looked sick. You hadn't eaten in over a day, since you and Spencer had planned on going out for a nice dinner the night of your fight.

"Well if it isn't Spencer Reid," Jackson said. "The guy my sister couldn't stop talking about. I know how you must feel, the love of your life is gone and you need a good fuck. So you decide to go for the second best thing. She's a good shag, I'm not sure if you've been fucking her right though, shes pretty tight."

"Stop, please," you pleaded. For the first time, the team saw you true pain. You were broken. Not only had your boyfriend say he didn't love you, you had been mentally and emotionally abused by these two people who wanted to ruin Spencer.

"Shut up three," Cat laughed. "Spencer, do you like the name? Three. Do you know what it means?" Spencer shook his head. "It means that y/n is your third choice. You lost Maeve, you can't have me -well you could-, so you're stuck with her. She's nothing, she's the third choice. That's why she acts so strange. Did you know that at the beginning of your relationship she stopped eating to be skinnier for you. She always felt second to Maeve and me."

"Shut up Cat, please," you said hoarsely.

"Three, do I have to tell you again," Cat said. At this point the team was beyond confused, they needed either of them to do something in order for them to stop.

"Cat, come on let's talk about this," JJ said.

"I'll only talk to Spencer," Cat said with a smirk on her face. Suddenly, the team saw Jackson make a lunge with a knife towards you, angry that Cat only wanted Spencer. Morgan took the shot swiftly as Reid handcuffed Cat.

Hotch ran over to you, "y/n, sweetie, are you okay? What do you need." You began to close your eyes. "Hey, hey, hey, don't close your eyes. You're going to be fine. MEDIC! We need a medic now!" The team felt tears in their eyes as they saw the paramedics rush to tend to you.

"Hotch can I go wit-" Spencer started.

"Go Spencer, apologize." Spencer ran to the ambulance.

"She is my girlfriend, please let me stay," Spencer begged, the medics let him stay. Spencer grabbed your hand and looked at your half closed eyes. "y/n if you can hear me, I didn't mean anything I said. I love you more than anything. I love the way you can watch a show and tell me all about it even though I watched with you. I love that you can put up with me when I'm in my episodes and the fact you don't care that I may be a paranoid schizophrenic. I love that you listen to my rambles even if you have heard them before."

"Sir, sorry to interrupt, but is there any chance your girlfriend may be pregnant," Spencer thought for a minute.

Spencer's eyes shot down at you as he heard a loud breath, "S-S-Spencer, save the baby," you said between breaths. Spencer looked at you shocked. His girlfriend was pregnant and he didn't notice. He began to think back to before your argument and the things you said. "Spencer I have a surprise for you, I think you're going to like it." Spencer's heart dropped as he heard the heart monitor flatline.

"We need her in OR 3 now," one of the doctors said. "Sir, you need to go to the waiting room, someone will be out to give you an update soon." Spencer was stunned, his girlfriend and child may die and he would have to live with the guilt of not being good enough.

Spencer walked into the waiting room and saw the rest of the team, "Jackson and Cat are being held, any updates on y/n?" Hotch asked.

"They had to take her to surgery, she flatlined in the ambulance," Spencer said, his voice breaking. "She's pregnant." The team sat quiet.

"We all already knew Spencer," Rossi said. "Earlier in the day before you guys got into your fight, she told us. She was so excited and she wanted to tell you in the most perfect way."

"I told her to just come out and say it like Hayley did to me," Hotch laughed. "It caught me by surprise but was the most meaningful statement I'd ever heard." The team smiled at Hotch, but looked at Spencer who looked the worst he ever has. None of the team had seen him look this bad. Not even with Maeve. Soon enough, most of the team left. Hotch had to go to Jack and JJ to her kids. Derek had a date with his girlfriend and the rest of them needed their sleep.

"Spencer," Emily said. "Please text us when she wakes up." Spencer nodded, which was enough for both of them this late into the night.

Less than ten minutes later y/n's doctors came into the waiting room, "Here for y/n y/l/n?" Spencer stood up.

"Hi," Spencer said, walking over to them. "I'm her boyfriend."

"Well she is doing well right now, we were worried at first. She flatlined twice on the operation board." Spencer let out a breath he did not know he was holding.

"She was pregnant, what about the baby?" Spencer asked, hoping that y/n was still carrying their unborn child.

"The baby is being monitored, but it looks as if the baby is almost four months along meaning there is a low chance of the baby getting hurt. However, the baby was under a lot of stress from the abduction." The doctor began to show Spencer to your room. Spencer couldn't help but wonder if he caused any of the stress on the baby. The things he said most definitely caused you an enormous amount of stress.

As Spencer walked into the room, he couldn't help but shed a tear. You had wires around your body and you looked bad. Not bad, but like you were just kidnapped.

Spencer texted the team, y/n is out of surgery. She and the baby are okay. The team didn't respond as it was three in the morning.

Spencer heard shuffling next to him. He looked over at you and saw you move slightly, your hand moving to her stomach. For the first time, he looked over at your stomach and noticed you bump. He was shocked he hadn't seen it before, it was very prominent. Well it was what he'd expect for four months.

"y/n I know you most likely can't hear me or you don't want to listen, but I need you to know I love you" Spencer began. "You are the best thing that has happened to me, I know you always feel second to Maeve, but she is a part of my past. You y/n, you are my present and my future. I confided in you when I was at my lowest, when I was in jail you were there. You and our baby. Holy shit we are going to have a kid." Spencer paused when he heard a giggle. He looked over to y/n, she had a smile on her face.

"Hi" y/n said.

"Oh my God you're awake" Spencer said with tears in his eyes. "I thought I lost you."

"You're never getting rid of me" y/n giggled. "Actually, maybe if you act like that again. I will leave you and take your child." You glared at Spencer, remembering why you were in this situation.

"I'm sorry about what I said to you," Spencer cried. "I love you, I love you so much. I'm going to do everything for this baby and everything to make this up to you."

"You better."

[bruhstories]

Dazed and Confused

Summary: You and Connie have been friends for ten years, crushing on each other like a bunch of idiots who can't confess their feelings for one another. Until you go on a trip with your friends. Pairing: Connie Springer x Fem!Reader Warnings & Content: 18+, language, oral sex (female & male receiving), unprotected sex, weed smoking, alcohol consumption, f l u f f Word Count: 4.2 k

A/N: I got so pissed at that last anon that I finished this oneshot quicker lol. @fiaficsxo here it is!

You loved parties. Not the loud music and thick smoke, not the booze and smell of vomit, but your friends. Every time they gathered at someone's place, your heart fluttered, filled with happiness and content and long-lasting memories.

Connie had the brilliant idea of spending a week in the mountains during your spring break, and you wasted an entire night searching for the perfect cottage to rent. Luckily everyone was down with his suggestion, the only problem was how you'd sleep. Historia obviously wanted to share a room with Ymir. Mikasa and Eren were an item now, so they'd have to sleep together. Armin wanted to try his luck with Annie, so no one objected to that. Jean declared that he wanted to bunk with Connie, like the two eligible bachelors they were, and that left you and Sasha to share a room together. You didn't mind it, in all honesty you loved Sasha with all your heart — but you secretly hoped someone would pick up on your feelings for Connie and let you sleep with him. You weren't that lucky.

You packed your bag the night before the trip, obsessively ticking everything on your list and double checking every item and pocket. It was ready, with one item missing — the white lace babydoll smoothed on your dorm bed. You chewed the pen cap, debating whether to bring it with you or not. You bought it for special occasions, but you haven't had a dick appointment in a long time, and you doubted you'd have one this week. With a shrug, you decided to bring it — you never know what might happen. Nighttime passed quickly and you soon found yourself all dolled up, albeit still sleepy from all the tossing and turning, excited to make more memories with your friends.

The train station was packed with people, especially students who went back to their hometowns for the break, and you were relieved to find Armin and Mikasa there. You three were always punctual, followed by Jean and Annie. Eren, Sasha and Connie were always late, which is why you told them the train leaves at 7 am instead of 7:30. It was a dirty strategy, but no one wanted to miss such a fun opportunity because of those lazy fuckers. And lo and behold, they decided to appear at 7:15.

"That was some good thinking." Jean shook his head, hand sympathetically placed on your shoulder.

"I'm only glad you guys rolled with it." You laughed without noticing the way Connie stared at you, and even he didn't understand exactly what he felt. Was he grumpy because he hated morning, or was it Jean's hand on you that irked him?

"It's not polite to stare." Sasha pulled Connie out of his thoughts.

"I wasn't staring, I was looking." Connie rolled his eyes, gripping the handle of his suitcase a bit too tightly.

"I just don't get it why you don't tell her you like her." The girl popped a bubblegum baloon, proceeding to chew it very loudly.

"Are you kidding me? She obviously likes Jean. Look how she's laughing!"

Sasha placed an arm on his shoulder, a sheepish smile on her face. "You, my friend, are a dumbass."

"Takes one to know one."

To say that your friends were loud during the train ride was an understatement. They didn't really care about the nasty glares other passengers shot at them, opting to talk, sing, eat and practically embarrass themselves. But two hours later you arrived, and the fresh, crisp air of the mountains was a blessing. You didn't regret coming, all of you deserved a break after all the exams, studying and all-nighters you guys pulled.

"We could visit the military museum!" Armin suggested, but Connie scrunched his nose.

"We came here to get high, drink and spend time together, why the fuck would we visit some old ass building?"

"I'd like to go to the museum." You awkwardly smiled, earning a 'see?' from the blond. Mikasa, Eren and Annie backed you up, and since it was a democracy, you ended up leaving your bags at the cottage and touring the small town to find the military museum. The building wasn't massive, and inside it was dark, with crimson carpets and dim lights. It was actually quite a romantic atmosphere, had it not been for the weapons and armours displayed in glass cases. Connie watched you intently, taking in every movement, every flinch, every hair tucking, every scrunch of your cute nose. You absorbed the information, hungry for knowledge. This was something you and Connie didn't share — yes, you were down to drinking and smoking, but you were also eager to learn and study, while he always preached how 'you can always retake an exam but you can't relive a party.' He wasn't stupid by any means, but unlike you, Jean, Armin and Mikasa — who alwaysstudied and never skipped lectures — Connie would wing it and somehow end up getting better grades. His strategy didn't always work, and sometimes, when you were in college, he'd ask you to tutor him. Now you were second year undergraduates, and while you were studying different subjects, you still made time for each other.

"That's a nice, uhh..." Connie squinted, "...shotgun."

"It's a musket." You chuckled, your fingers accidentally brushing his as you turned around to face him.

"Shotgun, musket, same thing."

"Actually, muskets are muzzle-loaded and fire a single bullet, but shotguns pack multiple pellets in one shell." You explained. "I'm sorry, you're probably not interested in my ramblings."

"No, no, it's... interesting. I just wasn't expecting you to know so much about guns." He rubbed his nape and smiled at you.

"Well, I do study history, in case you forgot."

"How could I forget that?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" You awkwardly elbowed Connie. Why was it so hard for you to just tell him your feelings? Oh, right, because you've been friends for ten years and if he didn't like you back, it would only ruin a great friendship.

"It means you brag about it so much it's kind of hard to forget." He told you, quickly realising just how insulting that sounded.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know that's how you felt..." You sighed, eyes darting back to the weapons.

"No, I didn't- forget it." Connie shook his head. Well played.

Back at the cottage, with enough food and booze to last the group a month, you decided to stay in your room for the rest of the day. It wasn't the first time you had embarrassing moments with Connie, but this particular one made you anxious to be around him. Did he really dislike you that much, or was it just friendly banter? If you were to ask him, you could find out, but every scenario in your head had a bad outcome, so avoiding him for now was the smartest choice. Sasha pleaded with you to spend the evening in the living room with everyone else, but you brushed her off, telling her you weren't feeling quite well.

"Text me if you need anything." She told you before leaving. It was immature to act this way, you knew that all too well, but it wasn't like Connie cared, right? You eventually decided to go downstairs after finishing a long episode of your favourite tv show, your stomach begging for nourishment. As silently as possible, you tiptoed behind the couch. The hallway was dim, the sun had already set, and the only lights were the ones from the wide TV screen in the living room where your friends were watching some corny horror movie. You could cut the suspense and tension with a knife, and when you dropped a teaspoon, everyone jumped.

"Sorry, sorry! It's just me!"

"Jesus Christ, Y/N, you almost gave me a heart attack." Jean got up from the floor and walked behind the couch. "How are you feeling? Sasha said you're ill."

"I'm fine, don't worry." You picked the spoon up and threw it in the sink. "It's just a headache, I'll sleep it off."

"Good, we need you here." The man wrapped an arm around you. "You're missing how Connie's crapping his pants at this shitty movie."

From the outside it would seem like you and Jean were a couple, but the truth was far from it. You two grew up together, his family was friends with your family, and what you had was nothing more than a brother-sister relationship. Jean's little remark earned a disgruntled look from Connie, you quickly picked up on that, and so you playfully jabbed him in the stomach.

"Connie's crapping his pants? You're the one who almost had a heart attack." You grinned.

"Oi, that was only because you dropped your stupid spoon. I was invested in the movie."

"Mhm, sure you were."

"Hey, you sure you don't want to join us?" Mikasa waved at you from the living room. You pondered over her question. Perhaps it wouldn't be too awkward to sit with them.

"Alright, sure, why not?"

"Come, sit next to me." Sasha shuffled to the side, but what she really meant by that was 'sit next to Connie', because she shuffled to the otherside.

The following two nights were surprisingly quiet, all you did was play board games, watch movies and walk around the town taking pictures. The tension between Connie and you seemed to dissipate, and you both forgot the unpleasant interaction you had on the first day. But on the fourth night, that's when shit hit the fan. Annie and Armin left for a date, and Eren and Mikasa wanted to spend the night alone in their room, leaving you, Sasha, Jean and Connie unsupervised, bored and tipsy. There was absolutely nothing good to watch on the TV, and you almost wanted to scream when your friends wanted to play truth or dare. It was one of those games you despised, because the whole point of it was to put the players in uncomfortable situations. And you didn't like being uncomfortable, unlike your friends.

"Jean, truth or dare?" Sasha beamed.

"Dare, duh."

"Alright, I dare you to switch roommates for the rest of the week." She sipped her blackberry cider.

"Okay? So, I'll stay with Y/N, then."

Good lord, if looks could kill, Connie's would annihilate Jean and Sasha off the face of the Earth.

"No, no, you'll stay with me. Y/N will stay with Connie."

"Eh? Why does your dare involve us?" You asked, confused and curious of your friend's proposal.

"Because." She shrugged. "Don't pussy out."

"I'm not pussying out. A dare's a dare." Jean scoffed. "I'm gonna go take my shit in your room and shower."

"Y-yeah, I'll go bring mine, too." You got up, using this time to hyperventilate alone. What the fuck was Sasha even thinking? Was this some stupid joke? But your friends wouldn't harm you, so why would she suggest such a stupid thing?

You took a quick shower before curling up in the bed, blankets covering you from neck to toe. Connie wasn't back yet, and you didn't want to go after him, that would just be odd. You were hoping you'd fall asleep before he returned, to avoid any unnecessary fuss, but just as you closed your eyes, the door opened. Maybe you could pretend you were asleep? He struggled to find his pyjamas in the dark, stumbling over furniture and knocking things down, and you turned the bedside lamp on to ease his search.

"Did I wake you up?" Connie bit his lower lip, and through the dim light you watched the way his grey eyes glistened, the way his short brown hair was ruffled, and how the sage green t-shirt hugged his toned abdomen.

"No, no, 's alright. I wasn't sleeping. I can't exactly fall asleep." You clutched the blanket at your chest as you shook the intrusive thoughts away. Connie was your friend, damn it, there was no room for romance between you.

"I can sleep on the floor if you want."

"Oh, God, no, it's... stiff."

"Um, yeah, it kinda is. Alright then, I'll jump in the shower real quick before going to bed." He stumbled into the bathroom and you really wanted to fall asleep now.

But you couldn't. Every time you closed your eyes, Connie's face popped in your head. So much for resting. You tossed and turned on the mattress, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in, but nothing helped. It didn't take long for him to finish his shower, and you mentally chastised yourself for not falling asleep when you felt him shuffle under the same blanket that was covering you. For a minute, you didn't utter a word, you barely breathed, afraid to disturb the silence in the room.

"Are you asleep?"

"Nope." You heard the click of Connie's phone and turned around. You couldn't see him, but you could hear him.

"Do you wanna talk about something? Until we fall asleep, I mean." You suggested.

"Hmm, sure." He turned on his side and you felt his breath fanning over your cheeks. You were too close to him. "Actually, d'you wanna smoke?"

"Aren't the others gonna be mad if we smoke without them?"

"They don't have to know. Besides, you and I never smoked together." Connie was already up, rummaging through his backpack with the flashlight of his phone. "And then we can talk as much as you want."

"Alright, I'm down."

You laid on the floor, your head next to Connie's as you looked at the ceiling, smoke leaving your lips. He took the joint from you, fingers touching yours and you blushed, the haze of the weed melting your worries away.

"Do you want me to skip the song?" Connie asked, and for a moment you forgot there was a song playing.

"No, I like it." You confessed. "I didn't know you liked Led Zeppelin."

"There's lots of things you don't know about me, Y/N." He passed you the joint.

"Okay, tell me something else I don't know."

"I like it when you randomly say historical or scientific facts."

"Didn't you say I brag too much about it?" You took one final drag before you stubbed the joint out in a makeshift ashtray filled with a bit of water. By this point you were high as a kite, every trace of rationality gone.

"That doesn't mean I don't like it." Connie smiled and you could feel it in his voice. "Now you tell me something I don't know about you."

"I can't sleep with open doors. It freaks me out." You sat up, a breeze blowing through the window sending shivers down your spine. "It's a bit cold, do you mind if I close the window?"

"Go ahead."

You got up and picked the ashtray up but before you could close the window, you stumbled over a chest of drawers, the ashes mixed with water spilling over your t-shirt.

"You okay?" He quickly crawled to you, concern written all over his face.

"Yeah, I'm just clumsy." You laughed it off and waved your free hand. "I'll go get changed, I should have a spare shirt."

But you didn't have a spare shirt. All you had was that stupid white babydoll, and anxiety seeped through your veins. You couldn't exactly show up in that in front of your crush. And you didn't want to ask him for a shirt either. Fuck it, what else could you do?

You peeked out the bathroom door and saw Connie back in bed, lazily scrolling through his phone. God, this was embarrassing.

"You look like you've seen a ghost." He laughed, but when your facial expression didn't change, he frowned. "Y/N?"

"Um, so, I didn't have a spare shirt and- Jesus, this is awkward." You opened the door and his eyes widened. "Is it alright if I sleep in this?"

"Oh, I get it now." Connie scoffed.

"Get what?"

"You were hoping you'd share a room with Jean, right?" He sounded almost disgusted.

"Excuse you? Where did you even get that idea?" You slammed the bathroom door shut, arms folded across your chest.

"I'm not stupid, Y/N. I've seen the way you two act. Do yourselves a favour and just fuck already."

You were speechless. Completely reactionless. The weed amplified your anger, but his words brought tears to your eyes.

"You... you fucking asshole! You think I brought this for Jean? I brought it for you!"

"Eh? M-me?" Connie was confused, and you were pissed.

"Yes, you. Jean's like a brother to me, oh my God! Ew!"

"Wait, so you and Jean are not in love with each other?"

"In love?? Connie, how high are you exactly?" You walked closer to the bed, arms still crossed.

"But- Fuck, I am stupid." He shook his head, the memories of you flirting with him flashing before his eyes. "I fucked up, didn't I?"

"A bit..." Your muscles relaxed and you sat on the mattress. "Really, Connie, I... I like you. A lot. But you're always giving me mixed signals."

"That's because I always thought you liked Jean!" He threw his hands in the air in exasperation.

"No, you're the only one."

"Huh, guess I've really been dazed and confused."

Calloused fingertips ran across your hips leaving goosebumps in their trail. Your hands roamed his back and the way Connie kissed you was better than any high you've ever experienced. He was touch-starved, and you were just as needy. His knee found its place between your thighs and you moaned when it barely brushed your cunt.

"I've been dreaming for this moment for as long as I can remember." Connie breathed into your neck, the hot breath tickling your skin.

"Me too, you blind bat." You laughed and he turned you over, hovering over you.

"'M sorry I didn't notice quicker." He kissed you again. One hand travelled lower, pushing your underwear to the side before he pushed two fingers between your folds. "Fuck, you're so wet."

"Well, at least now I don't have to finger myself thinking about you." You whimpered with a grin.

"Oh?" Connie arched a brow. "Is that what you've been doing?" He curled up his fingers and you threw your head back with a moan. "I thought you were a prude."

"T-there's lots of things you d-don't know about m-me!" You replied back between oh’sand ah’s, imitating his words from an hour ago. That only earned a sneer from Connie, his head dipping between your thighs. "Wait, what are you do- ooh fuck!"

His tongue lapped at your cunt, fingers pumping in and out of you, and you completely sunk into the mattress, moaning his name over and over again. You gripped the sheets, flexing the muscles in your legs as you squirmed and thrashed. Connie stopped and you almost crushed his skull with your thighs at the empty feeling. He pulled your underwear down and shoved the cotton panties in your mouth.

"Don't wake everyone up, Y/N. You don't want them knowing what a little slut you are, do you?"

You shook your head and Connie went back to circling your clit with his tongue, adrenaline rushing through your entire body with each lick, each suck. Tears of pleasure pooled at your eyes, nose and cheeks red from the thrill of your incoming orgasm. The way he was sloppily eating your pussy and moaning while doing it drove you insane, and within seconds you came undone, thighs trembling with delight. In fact, you were so sore you had to push his head back, begging him to stop so you could return the favour.

"You taste so sweet." Connie licked his lips. You don't know what possessed you to pull him into a kiss after you removed the makeshift gag, but he was right, you were sweet.

"Can I...?" Your eyes drifted down to his twitching cock, your voice soft and quiet.

"You wanna suck it?"

"Yes."

"Later. Right now, I wanna fuck you."

Connie gave you no time to protest, his elbow pushed one of your things to the side, the blushing tip of his cock grazing over your overstimulated clit, up and down your slit. Inch by inch it disappeared into your cunt and he let out a satisfied sigh. You bucked your hips, manicured nails digging into his shoulders with each thrust.

"Shit, you're so fucking tight!" Connie growled, head lowering to kiss you. You could still taste yourself on his lips and that only made you clench your spongy walls around his cock. That seemed to please him, because he rocked his hips harder and faster. "You like it?"

"Oh, God, yes!" You gasped, beads of sweat forming on your forehead as you clawed his back.

"Fuck, I want you to ride me." He gripped your hips tighter and turned you over. You tried your best to get in the new position without letting his cock slip out of you, and when you finally adjusted yourself, it was a whole new challenge. Gravity pulled you down, and his tip brushed your cervix, your eyes squinting at the slight pain. "If it hurts, stop-"

"No!" You cried out, your hands resting on his chest. You bounced up and down, the uncomfortable feeling slowly replaced with pleasure. Connie's hands traced your thighs as you rode him, another wave of heat flushing through your core. His palm met your cunt, thumb circling over your clit. "I can't c-come again!"

"Yes, you can. And you will cream on my cock."

The disgust words worked like magic and you flexed your thighs, bouncing faster, head thrown back, hair cascading down your back. "You're so beautiful, Y/N."

"Connie, I-" The words stopped in your throat, the pressure too much for you to handle.

"You what?"

"I'm- oh, God!"

"Atta girl!" He praised you when he felt your silken walls relaxing and your thighs quaking. The second orgasm was so intense you let yourself fall over his chest, dizzy and tired. You thought he'd give you a break, but Connie wrapped an arm around your back, holding you in place before giving your oversensitive cunt a few more thrusts. "Now you can return the favour."

You mustered up some strength to get up and kneel in front of the bed, between his legs.

"Please don't come in my mouth." You asked him before wrapping your pretty lips around his cock.

"Gotchaah-" Connie choked on his words when he felt himself in your hot mouth. You bobbed your head up and down, cheeks hollowed and eyes on him. You didn't break eye contact when you pulled away and spat on the tip, hand pumping his cock to smear the spit. "Hot." He mumbled before you went back to sucking. You felt the throbbing, tightening your lips around him and picking up the pace. "Y/N-"

It all happened in a flash — Connie yanked your hair and pulled your head back, thick ropes of milky white cum shooting all over your face and neck.

"Eew!" You scrunched your nose, hand under your chin to stop it from dripping down the floor.

"What do you mean ew? That's, like, a billion kids!"

"Actually, a fertile man produces around-"

"Don't start. Do not." He pressed his index finger over your lips. "Let's get you cleaned up."

You woke up sore, especially between your thighs, but damn, was it worth it. Connie wrapped an arm around your waist, mumbling something about how pretty you are, but you assumed he was still sleeping — or still high. The sun shone through the blinds and you squinted, annoyed by the brightness, and so you turned around, watching the way your crush snored peacefully.

"Cute." You smiled and planted a kiss on his forehead, waking him up. "Oh, I'm sorry!"

"Why?" Connie rubbed his eyes. "Waking up to you is a blessing."

You couldn't hide the tinting of your cheeks and the grin on your lips. "I didn't think you were the romantic type."

"There's lots of things-"

"I don't know about you. But I'd like to know those things. If you let me, of course." You bit your lower lip, eyes filled with hope.

"Can I be your boyfriend?" He sat up, his eyes serious.

"I thought you'd never ask."

Okay, so maybe Sasha knew a thing or two when she dared Jean to switch roommates.

You walked into the kitchen after getting ready for the day, with Connie following behind you. Everyone was eating their breakfast, and Jean instantly dashed to you.

"Connie, bro, take me back. Sasha's leaving crumbs all over the bed! I can't sleep like that!"

"I can't, man, I wanna spend the rest of the week with my girlfriend." He sneered and you elbowed him.

"I forgot to mention Jean's overprotecti-"

"Your what? Hands off my sister from another mister, you creep!"

"Creep? You're the one who was sexting someone's sister last night." Sasha chimed in, mouth full of cereal.

"Thanks, Sash." Jean rolled his eyes. "For real, how did this happen?"

"You see, mate, when a man and a woman love each other-"

"Nope. I will not hear this."