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[missfisherandjack]

“Poor Violet.”

Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries (2012-2015) ↳ 2x05 Murder À La Mode

[earthtoharlow]

Love on Lafayette

Chapter 3

Story Masterlist

Things in the studio had been picking up lately so Jack found himself going to the shop in the afternoon to hang out while they close. The sun slanted through the flower shop windows, warm and golden, casting gentle shadows across petals and polished counters. Lila was trimming stems at the table by the window, lost in her own thoughts, while soft music drifted from the radio tucked behind the register.

Jack was rearranging a half-finished bouquet, trying to convince a particularly stubborn stem of eucalyptus to behave, when the next song crackled through the speakers.

He paused.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” he murmured with a slow grin.

From behind the counter, Violet’s head popped up. “What?”

Jack turned toward her dramatically, hand over his heart like he’d just been personally betrayed. “You don’t know this song?”

Violet blinked. “No…”

His eyes widened. “You don’t know Phil Collins?!”

“Phil who?!” she asked, full of sass and suspicion.

Lila smirked behind her work but kept her head down.

Jack gasped. “Unacceptable.”

With mock seriousness, he marched over and scooped Violet up. She squealed, legs kicking, as he carried her to the front counter and gently set her down on top.

“I’m about to change your life, tiny human,” he announced, just as the beat of “You Can’t Hurry Love” picked up behind him.

Then he started to sing. Softly at first, almost joking — but then the rhythm pulled him in, and his voice got warmer, smoother, more real.

Violet giggled, watching him with wide eyes as he exaggerated every word.

You can’t hurry love, no you just have to wait…

He reached out, wiggled his fingers toward her, and she grabbed them, still laughing. Gently, he lifted her off the counter and set her on his sneakers — big, expensive, very much not playground-approved sneakers.

“Hold on tight,” he said.

And then they danced.

Clumsily at first — Violet wobbling on his shoes, holding his fingers like handlebars. But soon she got the rhythm, nodding along, her curls bouncing, her little voice joining in here and there with half-mumbled lyrics and a wide grin that showed all her baby teeth.

Lila had frozen at the table.

She couldn’t look away.

There was Jack. Rapper, celebrity, headliner, twirling with a four year old on his feet like the rest of the world didn’t exist.

And her heart… oh, her heart.

It swelled so fast she nearly had to sit down.

He didn’t look like a man passing through. He didn’t look like someone playing nice to impress. He looked like someone who belonged in that moment, someone who meant it.

And when the song faded out and Violet flopped down on the counter in a dramatic sigh of delight, she grinned up at him and said, “You should be a singer one day!”

Lila had to turn her face so they wouldn’t see her laugh.

Jack just gave her a bow. “Don’t let my secret get out, alright?”

Violet nodded solemnly.

Lila met his eyes then. And there was something in his smile that told her he’d felt it too whatever that moment was.

She quickly turned away, back to her flowers, but her hands were shaking.

Because, god help her… she was falling for him.

And it almost scared her to death.

***

Lila had rehearsed what she was going to say at least six times.

She wasn’t trying to push him away — not really. She just… needed to be careful. Things were getting too soft, too fast. The dancing, the muffins, the little ways Violet had started looking for him like he belonged. It was dangerous. For all of them.

So when the bell above the door rang and Jack strolled in, wearing a white tee and jeans and that unfair smile, she took a breath and forced her heart to stay steady.

He looked around, saw the shop was quiet, and gave her a nod. “Hey.”

“Hey,” she replied, quieter than she meant to.

Violet was in the back with her coloring books. Lila glanced that way, then back to him, fingers nervously tapping the counter.

She needed to say it. She had to say it.

“Jack,” she started, “I’ve been thinking—”

He stepped up to the counter and leaned in, cutting her off without knowing it. “I was wondering if maybe you two would want to go out this weekend.”

Lila blinked. “Go out?”

He shrugged, almost shyly. “You know… a date. With me.” Then, quickly: “Violet invited, of course. I wouldn’t leave her out. I was thinking the aquarium maybe? There’s a sea lion show. I read it’s fun.”

Her rehearsed speech scattered like petals in the wind.

He looked so hopeful. So earnest. And the way he included Violet without hesitation tugged at the very center of her chest.

She should’ve said no. She meant to say no.

Instead, she nodded slowly. “The aquarium, huh?”

He smiled, eyes lighting up. “What? Too basic?”

“No,” she said softly, almost smiling. “It actually sounds kind of perfect.”

From the back room, they heard Violet’s voice suddenly shout, “Did someone say sea lions?!”

Jack laughed. “I guess that’s a yes?”

Lila sighed, the tension melting out of her shoulders. “Yeah. That’s a yes.”

She still didn’t know what she was doing.

But as he grinned and gently knocked his knuckles against the counter like it was their version of a handshake, she couldn’t bring herself to regret it.

Not when Violet was already bouncing around the corner asking what kind of snacks sea lions liked.

Not when she realized she wanted this, wanted him more than she wanted to keep her walls up.

***

The aquarium was surprisingly quiet for a Saturday, the blue-lit halls winding like underwater dreams. Glass walls shimmered fish, jellyfish pulsed like slow breathing, and the low hum of ocean sounds played in the background.

Violet was practically glued to Jack’s side, her tiny hand tucked into his as they walked from one tank to the next. Her face lit up with every new creature they saw — pointing, gasping, asking question after question.

Jack answered them all.

“Did you know octopuses have three hearts?”

“What? No they don’t,” Violet said, mouth full of popcorn.

“They do,” he said, lowering his voice like it was a conspiracy. “Two for pumping blood to the gills, one for the body. They’re like little aliens.”

Lila trailed a few steps behind them, watching.

Watching the way Violet laughed when he made silly voices for the sea turtles.

Watching the way he bent down to her level when she talked, like everything she said deserved his full attention.

The way he didn’t seem to be trying to be good with her… he just was.

And she knew — in the back of her mind, in that place where fear and love often shared a seat — that her daughter was getting attached.

And if she was honest… she was too.

They stopped at the sea lion exhibit just before the show started, and Violet insisted they all sit in the front row. Jack didn’t hesitate — he let her pull him down, her hand still clutching his, and when Lila joined them, he gave her a soft smile over Violet head.

“Having fun?” he asked.

She nodded. “You?”

“I mean… I’m surrounded by sea creatures and ladies who laugh at all my jokes. Kind of the dream.”

She chuckled, but it caught in her throat when he looked away and gently adjusted the hood of Violet’s jacket, pulling it up to keep her warm in the cool theater air.

Lila looked at the two of them, so natural, like they’d done this a hundred times before. Not just today. Not just recently. Like this was… real.

And that terrified her.

Because it was one thing to fall for someone. It was another thing entirely to watch your child fall for them, too.

What if he left?

What if this was temporary — some break from his real life full of flashing lights and tour buses?

She didn’t realize how tightly her hands were knotted in her coat until Violet leaned back against Jack, yawning as the sea lions took their bow.

Lila exhaled, forcing herself to smile as Jack leaned over and whispered, “She’s kind of the coolest kid I’ve ever met.”

And then, softer, like it wasn’t meant to be said out loud:

“You’re kind of… amazing, too.”

Her heart did that awful, wonderful lurch.

She looked at him, at the way his blue eyes softened when they met hers — and she knew.

She was in trouble.

Because she wanted to believe this could work.

And she was so scared it couldn’t.

The car was quiet on the way home, the kind of stillness that didn’t feel awkward — just full. Violet was fast asleep in the backseat, her head slumped to the side, Jack’s jacket wrapped around her like a blanket.

The radio played low, something soft and old-school drifting through the speakers. Lila hummed along under her breath, her voice barely above a whisper. Her fingers tapped lightly on her knee in rhythm with the beat, and the wind from the cracked window stirred her hair gently across her cheeks.

Jack glanced over.

She looked peaceful. Her eyes half-lidded, her mouth curved just slightly as she sang along, like this song held some kind of secret just for her. The city lights flickered across her face, and for a moment, he didn’t want to look away.

She caught him staring.

Her cheeks flushed the second their eyes met.

“What?” she asked, half-shy, half-curious.

Jack smiled, slow and genuine. “You’re beautiful.”

Lila looked down at her lap, then out the window, trying not to grin. “You say that like it’s a surprise.”

“It’s not,” he said, voice low and steady. “But it still hits me sometimes. Like… wow. Her. Right here.”

Her laugh was quiet, but warm. “You’re cheesy.”

“I’m serious,” he said, glancing back at the road but stealing another look at her. “Today was… it was one of the best days I’ve had in a long time.”

“Even with Violet trying to feed the sea lion her popcorn?

“Especially because of that.”

Lila looked over at him, studying his face in the dim glow of the dashboard.

“I really like you, Lila,” he said finally, eyes back on the road but voice thick with something that felt bigger than it sounded. “And I don’t want to mess this up. Whatever this is… I want more of it. Of you.”

She didn’t respond right away.

Instead, she looked at Violet in the back seat, softly snoring. Then at her own hands, curled together in her lap. Then back at him — at the man she didn’t mean to fall for.

And maybe she didn’t say it back. Not yet.

But she didn’t pull away either.

She just whispered, “Me too.”

And in the quiet, that was enough.

By the time they pulled up in front of the house, the street was quiet and still, bathed in the soft amber glow of the porch light. Lila moved to unbuckle Violet, but Jack gently stopped her with a touch to her hand.

“I got her,” he said softly.

She watched as he carefully unbuckled the sleepy four-year-old, lifting her like she weighed nothing. Violet stirred but didn’t wake, her cheek pressing against his shoulder, her small arms wrapping around his neck instinctively.

Lila opened the front door and led him through the house, watching from the hallway as he stepped into her shared room with Violet and gently placed her into bed. He crouched beside her for a moment, brushing the hair from her forehead and whispering something Lila couldn’t hear.

He stepped out quietly and closed the door behind him.

Neither of them said anything as they walked back toward the front door. The night air was cooler now, crisp with the promise of fall. Lila rubbed her arms and turned toward him, ready to say thank you, goodnight, something casual that didn’t feel like everything she was feeling.

But he beat her to it.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked softly, his voice suddenly unsure like for all his stage presence and confidence, this moment meant more than any crowd ever could.

Lila’s breath caught.

She nodded.

“Yes.”

He stepped closer, eyes locked on hers like he was waiting for her to change her mind. And when she didn’t, when she looked up at him like maybe she’d been waiting for this moment all night, he leaned in and kissed her.

It wasn’t rushed.

It was careful, reverent — like he’d thought about it too much to mess it up. His hand found her waist, hers curled gently into the fabric of his jacket. And for a few seconds, there was nothing but that kiss and the sound of crickets in the distance and her heart thudding too hard in her chest.

When they finally pulled apart, she was breathless. So was he.

He smiled down at her. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.”

She laughed softly, biting her bottom lip. “Yeah. Me too.”

He started to walk backward toward his car, eyes never leaving hers. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“I’ll answer,” she whispered, then closed the door before she could do something crazy like kiss him again.

Leaning against the inside of the door, she pressed a hand to her chest and let herself smile like a teenager again.

She was in trouble.

But maybe… the good kind.

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[hd-junglebook]

It's Always Been You

Part 3

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Word Count - 4,855

A:N this isn't exactly what I pictured for this chapter, but it goes into more detail about their feelings. Which idk about you, but I have been dying to figure out.

Y/N stepped out of the apartment building, the cold night air whipping at her face and stinging her tear-stained cheeks. She took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to compose herself as she made her way down the sidewalk, her heels clicking against the pavement.

As she approached the curb, she saw a sleek grey Mercedes parked along the street, its engine idling softly. The driver's side door opened, and a tall, handsome man stepped out, a concerned expression on his face as he hurried to greet her.

"Hi," he said, his voice warm and slightly hesitant. "Are you alright? I got scared you were gonna ditch me out here."

Y/N forced a laugh, the sound hollow and brittle to her own ears. She felt a pang of guilt at the concern in his voice. If only he knew how close she had come to canceling.

How the thought of walking back into that apartment and facing Jack again made her stomach churn with a sickening mixture of heartbreak and humiliation.

She swallowed hard, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill over once again.

But she couldn't bring herself to do it, couldn't bear the thought of spending another night alone in her room, crying herself to sleep over a man who would never love her the way she wanted him to.

So instead, she pasted on a smile, straightening her shoulders with false bravado, hoping that the dim streetlights would hide the redness of her eyes and the tremor in her hands.

"No, no, I wouldn't do that," she said, her voice falsely bright. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, a nervous habit.

"I'm sorry if I kept you waiting. I just had a little trouble finding my keys." The lie tasted bitter on her tongue.

Liam studied her face for a moment, his blue eyes searching hers. His brow furrowed with concern. "Are you sure? You look upset." He reached out tentatively, his fingertips grazing her arm in a comforting gesture.

Y/n hesitated, chewing on her lower lip as she debated whether to tell him the truth. She had only matched with Liam a while ago, and the last thing she wanted was to burden him with her problems.

But there was something about his gentle, caring demeanor that made her feel safe and understood. She met his gaze, seeing only kindness and warmth reflected back at her.

"It's nothing," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. She averted her gaze, focusing on a crack in the sidewalk. "Me and my roommate just had a disagreement. Happens all the time." The words felt flimsy, a poor attempt to downplay the depth of her pain.

Liam's expression softened, and he reached out to take her hand in his. His touch was warm and comforting, a stark contrast to the icy cold that surrounded them.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I hope tonight makes you feel better." He gave her hand a gentle squeeze, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in a soothing gesture.

Y/N nodded, blinking back fresh tears. She drew in a shaky breath, trying to compose herself. "I'm sure it will Liam." She managed a small, grateful smile, hoping it reached her eyes.

The man smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he held out his hand to her. "No worries," he said, his voice warm and reassuring.

"I'm just glad you're here. I've been looking forward to this all week." His excitement was palpable, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Y/N felt a flicker of warmth in her chest at his words, a tiny spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, this night wouldn't be a complete disaster.

She hesitated for a brief moment before placing her hand in his, letting him help her into the car, the leather seats cool and smooth against her bare legs. The simple chivalrous gesture made her feel cared for, a welcome change from the emptiness that had consumed her.

As they climbed into the warmth of the Mercedes, Y/N felt a flicker of something she hadn't felt in a long time: hope. Maybe, just maybe, Liam could help her forget about Jack, even for a little while.

She glanced over at him as he settled into the driver's seat, admiring the strong line of his jaw and the way his hands gripped the steering wheel with easy confidence.

they drove away from the curb, Y/N leaned her head back against the headrest, her eyes drifting closed as she tried to block out the memory of Jack's words, the look of pity and regret on his face as he shattered her heart into a million tiny pieces. She forced herself to take deep, even breaths, focusing on the present moment and the possibility of a fresh start.

.…

Jacks POV

Jack stormed back into the apartment, slamming the door behind him with a force that rattled the walls. His heart heart throbbed violently, a nauseating mixture of anger, jealousy, and regret churning in his stomach as he replayed the conversation with Y/N over and over again in his mind.

He paced the length of the living room, his hands clenched into fists at his sides as he tried to calm the rage that threatened to consume him. The apartment felt too small, too cramped, the walls closing in on him as he struggled to breathe past the lump in his throat.

Everywhere he looked, he saw reminders of Y/N - the soft grey blanket she always curled up with on movie nights, the stack of her favorite books on the coffee table, the framed picture of the two of them at graduation, their arms around each other and their smiles wide and carefree.

He picked up the picture and stared at it for a long moment, his heart aching. He couldn't believe that everything was over. They had been together for so long, he couldn't imagine his life without her. He threw the picture across the room, where it shattered against the wall.

He sank down on the couch, his head in his hands.

With a growl of frustration, Jack snatched up his phone, his fingers shaking as he opened the tracking app and searched for Y/N's location. He knew it was wrong, knew that he had no right to invade her privacy like this, but he couldn't help himself. He needed to know where she was, needed to know that she was safe.

The app showed her moving through the city, the little red dot that represented her weaving through the streets at a steady pace. Jack watched it for a long moment, his heart clenching with every passing second, before he finally tore his eyes away, disgusted with himself.

He stalked into the kitchen, his mind racing as he tried to think of something, anything, to distract himself from the pain that threatened to tear him apart.

His eyes fell on the recipe box that Y/N had brought with her when she moved in, the faded index cards inside filled with her grandmother's handwriting and the smells of childhood memories.

Before he knew what he was doing, Jack pulled the box open and flipped through the cards, his fingers tracing the loops and whorls of each letter.

He stopped at a card that had 'Grandma's Best Chocolate Chip Cookies' written in large, loopy letters. It was Y/N's favorite recipe, the one she always used to make when she was feeling down or just wanted to fill the house with the scent of home.

Jack was pulling out ingredients, his hands moving on autopilot as he measured and mixed and stirred, his movements slow and deliberate. He measured the flour and sugar, added the butter and eggs, and then stirred in the chocolate chips.

The smell of vanilla and cinnamon filled the air, the warm, comforting scent of Y/N's favorite cookies wrapping around him like a hug.

Jack took a deep breath, willing himself to calm down. He could do this. He could make these cookies, and maybe, just maybe, it would help him to feel a little bit closer to Y/N.

But even as he worked, his mind wouldn't let him rest. He kept seeing the look on Y/N's face as he told her he didn't feel the same way, the way her eyes had filled with tears and her lips had trembled with the effort of holding back a sob.

He kept hearing the sound of her heels clicking on the floor as she walked away from him, the finality of it like a knife to the heart.

The cookies came out of the oven, golden brown and perfect, but Jack barely noticed. He was too busy pacing the length of the kitchen, his phone clutched in his hand as he checked Y/N's location over and over again, watching as the little red dot moved further and further away from him.

The hours ticked by, the night deepening outside the windows as Jack lost himself in his thoughts. The apartment was a mess, the kitchen counter covered in flour and sugar and dirty mixing bowls, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

All he could think about was Y/N, and the way he had ruined everything with his cowardice and his fear.

Finally, as the first rays of dawn began to peek through the curtains, Jack collapsed onto the couch, his body exhausted and his heart heavy with the weight of his mistakes.

He closed his eyes, the image of Y/N's tear-stained face burned into his mind like a brand, a reminder of everything he had lost and everything he had thrown away.

Jack knew that he had no one to blame but himself, knew that he had let his own insecurities and doubts get in the way of something that could have been beautiful.

And now, as he lay there in the silence of the empty apartment, the smell of vanilla and cinnamon still lingering in the air, he couldn't help but wonder if he had just made the biggest mistake of his life.

…

Jack stood at the edge of the rink, his eyes glued to his phone as he refreshed Y/N's location for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

Three days had passed since their argument, three days since she had walked out of the apartment and out of his life, and he still hadn't heard a word from her.

He had texted her countless times, his messages ranging from frantic apologies to desperate pleas for her to come home. But every time, he was met with silence, the little blue checkmarks next to his messages taunting him with their unresponsiveness.

The sound of skates scraping against the ice jolted him out of his thoughts, and he looked up to see Nico gliding towards him, a concerned expression on his face. Jack quickly shoved his phone into his pocket, hoping that his teammate hadn't noticed the way his hands were shaking.

"What's wrong with you, Jack?" Nico asked, his thick Swiss accent making the words sound even more blunt than they already were. "Did you break up with your girlfriend again?"

Jack flinched at the question, his heart clenching painfully in his chest. If only it were that simple, he thought bitterly. If only he had a girlfriend to break up with, instead of a best friend he had driven away with his own stupidity and cowardice.

"No," he said, his voice rough and hoarse from lack of sleep. "It's not that. It's... it's Y/N."

Nico's eyebrows shot up in surprise, his eyes widening as he took in the dark circles beneath Jack's eyes and the gauntness of his cheeks. "Y/N?" he repeated, his voice laced with confusion. "What happened with Y/N?"

Jack sighed, his shoulders slumping as he ran a hand through his hair. He hadn't told anyone about the argument, hadn't wanted to admit to the world how badly he had screwed things up.

But standing there on the ice, with Nico looking at him with such concern and understanding, he felt the words spilling out of him before he could stop them.

"I messed up," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I told her I didn't feel the same way about her, and now she's gone. She hasn't come home in three days, and she won't answer any of my texts or calls. I don't know what to do."

“You idiot,” he said, but his voice lacked any real malice. “Why would you say something like that to her? You know how much she cares about you.”

“I know,” Jack said miserably. “I just... I panicked. I didn't know what to say, and I didn't want to hurt her. But I guess I did anyway.”

Nico was silent for a moment, his eyes searching Jack's face as if he were trying to read the truth behind his words. Finally, he spoke, his voice gentle but firm.

"Jack," he said, his hand coming up to rest on his teammate's shoulder. "I know you care about Y/N, but you can't keep doing this to yourself. You need to give her space, need to let her come to you when she's ready."

Jack shook his head, his eyes stinging with the threat of tears. "I can't," he said, his voice cracking with emotion. "I can't lose her, Nico. She's my best friend, the most important person in my life. I don't know how to be without her."

Nico sighed, his eyes softening with sympathy. "I know," he said, his voice almost tender. "But you can't force her to forgive you, Jack. You have to let her come to that decision on her own. And in the meantime, you need to focus on taking care of yourself. You're no good to anyone if you're running yourself into the ground like this."

Jack knew that Nico was right, knew that he couldn't keep going on like this. But the thought of letting go, of giving up on the one person who meant everything to him, made his chest ache with a pain that felt almost physical.

"I don't know if I can do that," he said, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own heartbeat. "I don't know if I'm strong enough."

Nico smiled, his hand squeezing Jack's shoulder in a gesture of comfort and support. "You are," he said, his voice filled with quiet confidence.

"You're one of the strongest people I know, Jack. And you're not alone in this. Your team is here for you, and we'll support you every step of the way."

Jack felt a rush of gratitude at his teammate's words, a tiny flicker of hope sparking to life in his chest. He knew that the road ahead would be long and difficult, that there would be days when the pain would feel like too much to bear.

But with his friends by his side, and the memory of Y/N's smile to guide him, he knew that he could find his way back to the light, no matter how dark the path might seem.

"Thanks, Nico," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Nico grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Probably drive yourself crazy," he said, his tone teasing. "But that's what friends are for, right?"

Jack laughed, the sound weak and watery, but genuine, nonetheless. And as he stepped back onto the ice, his skates cutting through the smooth surface with a newfound sense of purpose.

…

y/n’s POV

Y/N sat on Liam's couch, her phone clutched in her hand as she scrolled mindlessly through her social media feeds. The apartment was quiet, the only sound the distant hum of the shower running in the bathroom. She tried to focus on the pictures and posts flashing across her screen, but her mind kept drifting back to the one person she was trying so hard to forget.

Jack.

The name echoed in her mind like a heartbeat, a constant reminder of the pain and heartbreak she had left behind. It had been three days since she had walked out of their apartment, three days since she had last seen his face or heard his voice.

And yet, he was still there, lurking in the corners of her mind like a ghost she couldn't shake.

She knew that she was just using Liam as a distraction, a way to numb the ache in her chest and forget about the hole in her heart. But he was a good one, always there with a smile and a joke whenever she needed it most.

Whenever she found herself slipping back into thoughts of Jack, Liam would appear at her side, his presence a comforting reminder that she wasn't alone.

Y/N sighed, her fingers hovering over her phone screen as she debated whether to check Jack's social media. She knew it was a bad idea, knew that seeing his face would only make the pain worse. But a part of her couldn't help but wonder what he was doing, couldn't help but hope that maybe, just maybe, he was thinking of her too.

Before she could give in to the temptation, the sound of Liam's voice broke through her thoughts.

"I'm gonna hop in the shower, Y/N," he called out, his footsteps echoing down the hallway as he grabbed some clothes from his bedroom.

Y/N looked up from her phone, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Okay, don't take too long," she called back, her voice light and teasing.

She heard the bathroom door click shut, and then the sound of the shower turning on, the water pattering against the tiles in a steady rhythm. Y/N leaned back against the couch cushions, her eyes drifting closed as she tried to push away the thoughts of Jack that still lingered in her mind.

But even as she sat there, surrounded by the warmth and comfort of Liam's apartment, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. The ache in her chest was still there, a constant reminder of the love she had lost and the friendship she had left behind.

Jack's absence left a void that no amount of distraction could fill, and Y/n was beginning to realize that she needed to confront her feelings head-on. The sound of running water filled the room, Y/n closed her eyes, steeling herself for the inevitable confrontation with her emotions.

Her phone pinging broke the silence of his living room. "can’t wait to see you! mom and I gonna pick you up from the airport." The text from Luke read.

Y/N's heart sank as she read the text message, the words on the screen a stark reminder of the life she had left behind. In the whirlwind of emotions and distractions of the past few days, she had completely forgotten about their planned weekend trip back to Michigan.

She cursed under her breath, her mind already racing with the logistics of packing and getting to the airport on time. A glance at the clock on the wall told her it was already 10:30, and she knew that Jack would likely be home by now, probably wondering where she was and why she hadn't come back.

With a sigh, Y/N threw her phone into her purse and made her way over to the bathroom door. She hesitated for a moment, her hand hovering over the wood as she debated what to say. Finally, she knocked softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of the running water.

"Hey Liam," she called out, her tone apologetic. "I totally forgot I have a weekend trip to pack for. I need to head out."

There was a pause, and then the sound of the shower curtain being pulled back. Liam peeked his head out, his hair damp and his skin glistening with water droplets. He had a small smile on his lips, but Y/N could see the disappointment lurking in his eyes.

"Oh, okay," he said, his voice carefully neutral. "Do you need a ride? I can take you."

Y/N hesitated, the offer tempting in its simplicity. It would be so easy to let Liam drive her home, to put off the inevitable confrontation with Jack for just a little while longer.

But she knew that she couldn't keep running forever, knew that eventually, she would have to face the music and deal with the consequences of her actions.

"No, that's okay," she said, her voice soft but firm. "I can take a cab. I don't want to put you out."

Liam shook his head, his smile widening. "Don't be silly," he said, his tone light and teasing. "I was just getting out anyway. Let me drive you back home."

Y/N felt a rush of gratitude at his words, a warmth spreading through her chest at the kindness and generosity of his offer. She knew that she was lucky to have him in her life, knew that he would always be there for her, no matter what the future might hold.

"Okay," she said, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Thank you, Liam. I really appreciate it."

Liam grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Anything for you, Y/N," he said, his voice filled with a fondness that made her heart ache. "Just give me a minute to get dressed, and we'll be on our way."

Y/N nodded, her throat tight with emotion as she watched him disappear back into the bathroom. She knew that the road ahead would be long and difficult, that there would be moments of doubt and uncertainty.

And as she stood there, waiting for Liam to emerge from the bathroom, she couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope igniting in her chest.

Maybe, just maybe, the journey ahead would lead her back to the place she had always called home, back to the love that had always been waiting for her, just out of reach.

…

The hallway was shrouded in darkness, the only light coming from the soft glow of the emergency exit sign at the end of the corridor. Her footsteps echoed on the hardwood floor, each step bringing her closer to the door of the apartment she shared with Jack.

Y/N's heart raced as she stepped out of the elevator, the familiar scent of home filling her nostrils.

Liam followed close behind her, his presence a comforting warmth at her back. Y/N could feel the heat of his body radiating through the thin fabric of her shirt, and for a moment, she allowed herself to lean into him, to draw strength from his solid, steady presence.

But just as they were about to reach the door, Liam's hand shot out, his fingers wrapping around Y/N's wrist and pulling her back towards him. She let out a gasp of surprise, her heart leaping into her throat as she spun around to face him.

In the dim light of the hallway, Liam's face was shadowed, his features obscured by the darkness. But Y/N could still see the glint of his eyes, the curve of his lips as he smiled down at her. His breath ghosted across her cheek, warm and slightly sweet, like he had just taken a sip of hot cocoa.

Y/N's heart raced as Liam pulled her closer, his arm wrapping around her waist like a coil of heat. The hallway was shrouded in darkness, the only light coming from the soft glow of the elevator buttons behind them.

The air was thick with the scent of stale cigarette smoke and the faint aroma of cleaning products, a sharp contrast to the warm, spicy scent of Liam's cologne.

His face was mere inches from hers, his eyes dark and intense in the dim light. Y/N's heart pounded in her chest, the sound so loud that she was sure he could hear it too.

"I had a great few days with you," Liam murmured, his voice low and husky. His fingers trailed up her spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Y/N shivered, her skin tingling with a mixture of anticipation and nerves.

She knew that she should pull away, knew that this was a dangerous game to play. But there was something about the way Liam looked at her, something about the heat in his gaze and the strength of his touch, that made her feel alive in a way she hadn't felt in a long time.

The world around them seemed to fade away, the sound of the elevator and the hum of the fluorescent lights receding into the background.

All Y/N could focus on was the warmth of Liam's body against hers, the way his fingers tangled in her hair and his breath mingled with her own.

She didn't hear the soft ding of the elevator arriving on their floor, didn't hear the sound of footsteps echoing down the hallway. All she could hear was the pounding of her own heart, the rush of blood in her ears as Liam leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above her own.

Her head was spinning, her heart pounding with a mixture of anger, frustration, and desperation. It was time to stop chasing after a dream that would never come true, time to stop pining for a man who would never see her as anything more than a friend.

And in that moment, something inside her snapped. Before she could think twice, Y/N reached up and grabbed Liam's face, pulling him down to her level and crashing her lips against his.

The kiss was hot and hungry, filled with all the pent-up frustration and longing that had been building inside her for so long. Y/N poured everything she had into that kiss, every ounce of emotion and desire and desperate hope that maybe, just maybe, she could find with Liam what she had always wanted with Jack.

But even as Liam's arms wrapped around her waist, even as his tongue tangled with hers and his hands roamed over her body, Y/N knew that it wasn't enough.

The spark that she felt with Jack, the electricity that crackled between them every time they touched, was conspicuously absent.

Kissing Liam was nice, but it didn't set her soul on fire the way Jack's mere presence did.

Finally, Y/N pulled back, her chest heaving and her lips swollen. She looked up at Liam, her eyes searching his face for some sign of the connection she so desperately craved.

But all she saw was a man who cared for her, who wanted to be there for her, but who could never make her feel the way Jack did.

"I'll see you when I get back, Liam," she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. "Three days. And I’ll come home."

Liam's face softened, his hands coming up to cup her cheeks. "Okay, Y/N," he murmured, his voice gentle and understanding. "Don’t forget about me." And so, with a final, shuddering breath, Y/N pulled back from Liam's embrace, her eyes shining with a new determination.

"Y/N?"

Y/N's shoulders tensed, her heart leaping into her throat as she spun around to face the source of the sound. And there, standing at the end of the hallway, his face a mask of shock and hurt, was Jack.

The sight of him hit her like a punch to the gut, the air rushing out of her lungs in a sharp gasp. He looked tired and worn, his hair disheveled and his eyes rimmed with red.

Even in the dim light of the hallway, she could see the pain etched into every line of his face, the betrayal and confusion swirling in his gaze.

"Jack," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "What are you doing here?"

But even as the words left her lips, she knew they were a mistake. She could see the anger flashing in Jack's eyes, the way his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

In that moment, she knew that whatever fragile peace they had managed to maintain over the past few days was about to come crashing down around them.

The hallway suddenly felt too small, the walls closing in on her like a vice. The scent of cigarette smoke and cleaning products was overwhelming, making her head spin and her stomach churn. And still, Jack stood there, his gaze boring into hers like a laser, his presence a physical force that she could feel in every cell of her body.

Y/N opened her mouth to speak, to try to explain or apologize or beg for forgiveness. But before she could get a word out she thought back to their fight. The things jack had said to her in this same cover of darkness.

Jack brushed past, his steps leading him into the apartment, the door slamming shut behind him with a resounding thud. Y/N felt like she had been punched in the gut, the air rushing out of her lungs in a sharp gasp.

…

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[livingdeadmlm]

You Bring Me Closer to God Holiday Special 2/2

Pronouns: The reader is referred to as a man.

Physical Sex: penis

How far are things going?: Dutch is touchy but Sean takes the cake!

Warnings: Sean does NOT last long, lol, and gets a bit too excited. Dutch talks about Philosophy and does NAWT get it

Outline: The rest of the party!

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“Hi, Mister Smith! Good to see you.” You reached a hand out to place on his shoulder as you walked past. He was hot even with the breeze.

Molly stood at the entrance of her and Dutches’ tent, looking into a small mirror before glancing at you with a smile. “Miss O’Shea, the food is ready. Would you like a bowl?” Dutch was on the other side of the tent, staring across the overlook to the mountains.

“Sure, it smells lovely,” Molly said, her eyes lighting up as she inhaled the rich aroma wafting from the pot. She reached for a bowl perched on an old wooden crate in the corner of the tent and approached the flickering campfire. The stew bubbled gently, sending up tiny wisps of steam that danced in the cool evening air.

You ladled a generous serving of the hearty mix of vegetables and tender meat into her bowl, placing a warm bread roll on top, its surface golden brown and slightly crisp.

Moments later, Sean stumbled back toward you, a new bottle of whiskey in hand, which he enthusiastically offered to Molly. “Come on, fellow Irish! We must celebrate! It’s in our blood!” Molly sighed but accepted the bottle from him and took a hearty swig. Sean cheered, a grin stretching across his face. In his eagerness, he crouched and reached for the bowl kept by the campfire to serve himself.

“Ah! Sean, where are your manners?” you chided playfully, a smile creeping onto your lips. “Five other women and a child haven’t eaten yet!” He looked up at you with big, round eyes, resembling a kicked puppy, his enthusiasm momentarily deflated.

The three girls, watching from a distance, slowly approached, their curiosity evident now that they saw you attending to Molly. They waved over Grimshaw, Abigail, and little Jack, their faces brightly illuminated by the warmth of the fire.

Jack’s eyes sparkled with delight as he immediately began to stuff half a bread roll into his mouth, crumbs tumbling down his chin.

Grimshaw raised her head, her expression appraising as she looked at you. “What a gentleman,” she said, her tone playfully teasing. Despite the ache beginning to form in your back from leaning over to serve everyone, you couldn’t help but smile.

At some point, Sean had wrapped his arms around your leg, hugging his face to your thigh and talking to himself.

“Alright, Mister MacGuire! Now it’s your turn,” you declared, scooping the savory stew into another bowl for Sean, who eagerly awaited his portion. He dove into the meal, barely flinching when he slightly burned his tongue, determination shining in his eyes as he ate.

~

Looking across the fire, Javier and Kieran watched as Sean stayed close to you. His big and doughy eyes stared up at you. He was still resting his head against your thigh as he ate.

Your skirt didn't allow him to wrap around your leg fully, but he tried just enough that it made the outline of your leg easy to see—a sight each man consumed happily.

Reverend swayed almost as severely as Sean as he approached and looked at Javier and Kieran.

“You know, it's not too late to repent, my Mexican friend.” Swanson's voice was gruff, but there was an attempt to sound genuine. Arthur finally made it to camp, the bottle for Sean cool to the touch in his hand.

The sun was at its peak. Javier squinted at Reverend, “Well if that's the case, I'm sure there are priests who will happily take your confession.” Javier did the sign of the cross, kissing his fingers and staring just past Reverend to you, who was none the wiser to the conversation; you waved happily to the four men with a big smile.

Arthur tried to sneak past but was always brought into everyone else's business.

“You’re doomed.” Reverend leaned forward before looking to Arthur. “He’s doomed.” His eyes almost pleading for Arthur to back him up.

But Arthur sighed. “We’re all doomed, Reverend.” Swanson's face twisted, and he stormed away with a huff.

“I didn’t think he’d hate (Name) before talkin’ to him.” Kieran kicked a rock by his seat, momentarily taking his eyes off you to glance at Javier and Arthur.

~

“This is quite good, Father (Name).”Molly held a small smile on her lips as she put her bowl away to be cleaned. “I’m glad! I was worried it would taste foul!” most of the others had dispersed, and the men gathered around.

Arthur approached and tugged Sean from your leg. He was long done eating his food and had just held your leg for the last few minutes. He let out a small ‘nooo’ before being handed a bottle of fine brandy that instantly remedies any upset.

“Excuse me, gentlemen. I’m getting hot standing by the fire.” You fanned yourself with a huff, turning to stand closer to the edge of camp for a few minutes to cool down in the wind.

The grass was soft under you as you stared as far as your eyes could see. The distant snowy mountains were beautiful. There was a looming feeling over your heart; if you focused, you could see the dark clouds forming in the distance.

“You know I hopped when Arthur said he’d repent, he’d go to someone.” Reverend looked you over his hat high on his head.“Different.” You turned to face him, as his voice startled you.

You frowned for a moment. “If a man found god, why judge his path?” You knew just as well as Reverend that wasn’t the path Arthur was going down, but you still held out a hand, offering an opening to Reverend. The two of you didn’t have to buttheads, you could be polite to each other. Both being devoted to God.

“I don’t like you Catholics.” You frowned again. Maybe now wouldn’t be the time to try to connect in any way. Your hand dropped to your side. “Well, if you like me or not, please feel free to eat. I’d hate for anyone to go hungry.” you tore your eyes away and took a deep breath. Your arms hugged around your body. Soothing your nerves.

You heard his footsteps retreat before you glanced at the floor, following a small pawprint trail. A ball of orange fur sat between a bush and a tree. Small fox eyes stared at you, its tail wagging like a dog as it yipped.

Tiny black paws stretched before the fox as it lay close to the ground, slowly crawling to you. Its whines were loud as you crouched and looked at the white tip of the fox's tail swish across the grass.

Odd for a wild fox to be so willing to be around a human. Like a puppy, it sniffed at your boots.

Suddenly, the fox let out a bark before it scampered away, its whines getting further into the brush. As you stood, a slight crack sounded behind you. Turning around, you saw Dutch slowly approaching. His presence was not as suffocating as before; it was much smoother and calmer. Somehow, it made you feel more uneasy, a nasty feeling you tried to choke down.

“Hello, Dutch. Did you get a chance to eat?” You smiled politely as Dutch joined your side, his strong arm wrapping around your shoulders.

The rings on his hand caught the sunlight and sparkled as he held you closer.

“You know what a leap of faith is, Father (Name)?” One arm crossed against your torso, the other resting on top, you nodded. “I do. Why do you ask Dutch?”

“I just remember seein’ all those books in your room. I’d love to borrow one.” His lips curled into a half-smile as his body shifted closer. You instinctively straightened up, the proximity sending your pulse quickening.

“Oh, sure! Did you see any you liked?” You spoke faster than you meant to, excited to share your knowledge and interest with someone else. You didn’t notice as Dutch pulled you closer, his body cold against you.

“Well, which is your favorite?” Dutch's voice was quieter now, almost intimate. His eyes studied your face as if every tiny detail mattered to him. The golden light of the setting sun frames you perfectly.

“I think egoism is interesting, the idea that to be moral, we must put ourselves first.” His gaze didn’t leave you, intense and focused, as he nodded slowly. You could feel his arm tighten just slightly around your shoulders.

“So, to be selfish?” His voice lowered, and his hand lifted to brush through his hair, trying to flatten the bump of curls that stuck out from his hat.

“Selfish, but not stupid!” You clarified quickly, almost too quickly. “Egoism and consequentialism go hand in hand, Dutch.” You kept talking; his eyes never strayed from you as you spoke, hanging onto every word like it meant something more.

Dutch's arm slipped around yours, pulling you closer as he guided you along the edge of the camp. His steps were steady, but his attention on you never wavered. For once, he was completely present and listening.

“Temporary pleasures are immoral,” you continued, voice a little shakier now, “and you must think long-term! Sure, maybe punching or robbing a man at a bar is quick and easy.” You chuckled lightly, trying to ease the weight in your chest as you stepped over a few rocks. “But it can get you in trouble, chased by the law, any number of things, so to be moral, think critically and long term.”

Dutch's lips quirked, his gaze fixed on you, burning with a strange intensity. “So, long-term pleasure is what you mean?” His words came slowly, deliberately, as if savoring each one.

You nodded, but it was hard to focus with his hand trailing up your arm, brushing so lightly across your chest that you weren’t sure it was intentional. Yet the way his eyes held yours made you wonder if it wasn’t an accident.

“We must draw it out,” he said, voice rougher now, as he pulled you closer still. His other hand moved to cup your face, his thumb brushing over your skin, lingering there as his gaze softened slightly. “Make pleasure last as long as possible.”

Your mind raced; not only were others around, but he didn't get the theory.

A gentle strumming began nearby.

He walked you toward the campfire, his hand never leaving you. Mary-beth and Karen's voices started to sing a song you didn’t recognize. You were much more aware now, feeling a bit suffocated. And here, a savor came!

Tilly grabbed your hand, her energy infectious as you joined in the revelry while Karen and Mary-Beth continued to harmonize cheerfully. Pulling you from Dutch, it was like you could breathe again. With a playful spin, you twirled Tilly around, her laughter bubbling up and her yellow dress flowing around the two of you.

She glanced over to Mary-Beth, who was fully immersed in the moment, clapping enthusiastically and singing, but no dance partner like Tilly and you or Sean and Karen.

As you danced, your gaze drifted to Molly, who stood slightly apart from the merriment. Her expression was somber and pensive, and her serious demeanor tugged at your heart.

“Miss O’Shea! Please join!” you called out, Tilly moving from your grasp to pair up with Mary-Beth.

Encouraged by Javier's rhythmic strumming, you swayed toward Molly, your hand outstretched. Her cheeks flushed pink as she hesitated, glancing at her side. She noticed Dutch tapping his foot beside Hosea, his eyes locked on you, while he exchanged amused looks with Hosea. Molly’s gaze flickered past you to Karen, who danced with Sean, but it was evident that her focus was on Molly, urging her to join in the fun.

After a moment of uncertainty, Molly finally took your hand, her grip warm yet tentative. As she stepped into the circle of lively dancers, a broad smile spread across Karen’s face, and she gave an excited ‘Whoop!’ that echoed over the music.

Molly danced in rhythm with you, her face a bit nervous, trying to gain the proper footing. “I’m afraid I don't know tha’ words, Father-” You placed your hand on her upper back, your other hand holding hers in the air as you rocked side to side. “Me neither!” you both leaned forward as you laughed.

Molly tossed her hair behind her shoulder, humming to the rhythm with a smile. Karen bumped your shoulder and passed you, Sean, who kept singing, not questioning the change before resting both hands on your hips. Playfully pulling you closer, the distance he kept with Karen did not pass over. His chest flushed against yours despite the quick dancing.

His chin rested on your shoulder, his hat long gone, but that was a problem for later. He took in your smell, and whatever you used lingered as he tucked further into you. His breath tickled your neck, the tiny amount shown.

You were confident that Sean would melt into you if given the choice. The music began to slow, and the sun dipped below the horizon.

His mind danced in a hazy fog from the drinks. You gently spun him around, and he stuck back onto you like a magnet, as if he couldn’t bear the distance from you. You couldn't help but chuckle at how desperately eager he seemed for your touch, blissfully oblivious to the curious stares from other men in the room.

“Thank you fer makin’ the food today, real sweet of you,” he murmured, his lips close to your ears as he spoke, voice low, and words slurred. As the tempo softened into a gentle sway, you replied, “Of course, Mister MacGuire! It’s a special day, so you deserve extra attention.”

Your hands caressed his back in soothing circles, feeling the tension fade away as his head lifted from your shoulder, leaving behind a lingering warmth. His pupils almost covered his entire iris. It was like something clicked, and his energy shot back up. “Well, come on then!” Before you could ask, you were tugged to the horses. Sean questioned you, accusing you of withholding such valuable information from him.

His hands were freezing as he pulled you by the collar, pulling you to him, his back against a large tree. “Come on, gettin’ with an Irish is good luck anyhow.” Without thinking, your hands held his hips.

His kisses were as desperate as Arthur's but not as controlled or simple as Kieran's. Much more sloppy as his arms reach up around your neck. “Is it really good luck?”

His slim leg hoisted up around your hip. " Of course it is! You just gotta give us some attention.” Sean panted, and all you felt was the urge to push into him. The sun was almost gone, and a bit of nerves set in. He wasn't like Arthur or Javier, who played with you so easily, so you had to take whatever control you needed to calm the buzz in your mind.

A slave to temptation, that's what you did. Trying to mimic the little you knew, your hands were shaky as you forced both of Sean’s legs around your hips; his back against the itchy bark was the least of his worries when one hand pulled his collar to the side.

It made Sean twitch, how you couldn't stop staring, like you were studying him took most of the wind from his sails. Pressing airy kisses just under his stubble, fingers tracing his hard-on through his pants.

“Come on! I know there’s, hmp, more you can do.” Your mind and body were disconnected for a moment, sucking a small mark into his neck, pulling a new type of whine from him.

Focused on keeping Sean satisfied as he pleads for more, not bothering to chase your growing bubble of pleasure for him. Your hands moved undoing the button of his pants, your eyes were glued to the way his member leaked. The tip is a bright pink compared to Sean’s pale complexion from your teasing. You hesitated for a second watching as it twitched slightly at the cold air.

Your hand wrapped around him easily, his cock incredibly warm and firm in your hand. Your grip was a bit loose, but that was made up for by your lips capturing his.

Keeping Sean’s mouth occupied as his moans only grew louder and louder. His tongue follows each bump of your teeth, shuddering and pulling the bottom of his shirt higher on his stomach, the patch of hair he had was much smaller than Arthurs', only reaching to his belly button before naturally fading out. That and it matched the reddish hair on his head.

Anyone with a bit more experience would know Sean was talking out of his ass. The way his stomach tensed, his hands making needy grabs for your body, making a mess of your hair trying to get you closer.

A tingle across your body made your legs feel weak, but you had to focus. To please, as Sean bit your lip. Warmth spreading across your fingers, droplets landing onto his stomach.

“Too much! too much!!” Sean squealed, breaking the kiss and pulling your hand off as he slowly began to go soft.

His head rolled back, panting. He took a small handkerchief from his pocket and wiped down his stomach and your hand. His eyelids looked heavy before his arms wrapped around your neck.

“Only tha’ best in life fer ya Father (Name).”

You didn’t realize how uneven your own breathing was. Panting and feeling sweat form above your eyebrows as you hoisted Sean up further on your hips.

Tucking Sean back into his pants, you carried him back to the camp. The music from Javier is still going as you continued to hold Sean.

“Excuse me Mister Smith, where does Mister MacGuire rest?” You adjusted Sean like he was a basket in your arms, your hip more pronounced to the side for better balance. Chalres pointed to a nearby bed roll. It was a bit messy but you gently laid Sean to sleep properly.

"What happened to Sean?” Charles asked from his spot around the fire, an empty bowl resting on his knee. His eyes looking over your body.

“Oh! Poor fella got too drunk.” Sean tucked into himself, becoming a ball as he slipped further into slumber. You ran your fingers across your hair, making sure all was in its proper place. You sighed, and looked up.

Stars littered across the dark black ink. A beautiful sight this deep into the west.

[sakurachan7734]

Am I just a doll?

Chapter 3: rescue attempt

⚠️TW:EYE BEING RIPPED OUT, ARM BEING CUT OFF AND IMPLIED DRUNK DRIVING!⚠️

It was a warm afternoon John was looking for his keys he was determined to save his daughter he found out where she was through the call log of angel’s phone. He was kinda drunk he had been a wreck since what happened and drowning everything in alcohol and crying “come on come on or are they?!” he fought looking for his keys in the living room drawer “finally there they are!” he said pulling them out of the bottom drawer. He grabbed a bottle of Jack and ran to the car and started to drive he didn’t care what happened to him, he was going to get Kim out of there before anything happened to her.

Back with Kim she was getting strapped down to a chair while the other doctors where preparing three large needles with a lizard DNA inside it “what are you doing?” Kim asked “oh we are just gonna give you a couple of shots.” Dr June said. “For what?” Kim asked “quit asking questions or I will rip your eye out!” Dr James said Kim immediately shut up, but she had her eyes glued onto the large syringes with the liquid mixed with lizard DNA “alright subject 078 hold still.” Dr Kate said putting a needle into her arm as soon as it did Kim start squirming a bit and trying not to cry “quit swarming!” Another doctor injecting her leg “it hurts!” Kim shouts trying not to cry “quit complaining it’s not that bad!” James says, picking up some large tweezers Kim freaks out a bit “what’s that for?!” She asked scared.

“Well that was for your check up but now you’re being a bad girl so mr. James, he will punish you!” Dr Meg said before Kim could react or say anything Dr James put the tweezers in her right eye and pulled. All Kim remembered was passing now then waking back up in her bed with the right side of her face “hello there sleepy head how are you feeling?” Kate asked “what did you do to me?!” Kim asked shocked “we just tested on you.” Kate answered “no what did you do to my eye?!” Kim shouted “calm down subject 078 you were just punished for not listening.” Dr Kate said “and if you keep misbehaving and not listening, your punishments will get worse.” She added. 

Kim said nothing as she just stared at herself in the window “can I walk around? And play with the other kids?” Kim asked softly “yes.” Kate said before opening the door “just be back when the dinner announcement is made.” She added. Kim walked out of her room slowly and started walking around she immediately covered her ears because she hurt screaming from the other kids and she thought she heard a bed squeaking and cry’s to “stop!” in a room next to her. Kim continue to look around and talked with some of the other kids but then all of a sudden the alarms blared that an intruder has entered the building “INTRUDER ALERT!” The alarms kept screeching Kim covered her ears and hid underneath a nearby table and tried to hide.

But she thought she heard the voice of her father so she poke her head out from hiding and she saw someone running towards where she was the person was saying something, but Kim didn’t know what it was but before she could even say something, someone came up behind her and scooped her up and started running away. Kim looked up and saw the face of her dad “daddy?” Her small voice said quietly John looked down and hugged Kim closer “don’t worry Kimmy I’m getting you out of here.” He said “just keep your eyes close and think of your little happy place Ok?” John added.

Kim hanged on her dad until he ran past a few guards who immediately started shooting at them John tried protecting Kim but she ended up with at least three bullets in her body before John slipped and fell and he was surrounded. “I’m gonna make this easy on you and give you two options say goodbye or say good night to her.” a man said coldly. John looked at Kim’s tear stained face kissed the top of her head and said “bye Kimmy re-” John couldn’t even finish his sentence before kim was ripped from his arms and was dragged away and back outside.

John just got back in his car and started to drive and drink a lot and before he knew it everything went black and his car was crushed into a tree and police, sirens and screaming “STEP OUT OF THE VEHICLE NOW!” Police officers yelled and the next thing John knew is that he was in front of a black and white striped wall, holding up a little sign with a camera in front of him.

Back with Kim

Kim was sobbing so much she passed out and when she woke up she was back in her bed and banged up on her shoulder and her right arm covered in her blood “hello again subject 078! Now we do have some bad news.” Dr Kate said over the speaker “what?” Kim asked “your right arm might have to be amputated.” Kate said “what’s that?” Kim asked “it’s when you will have your arm surgically removed because of an infection.” Kate answered “why is my arm infected?” Kim asked “we had to wait for your little fit to stop and all the germs got into your wound.” Kate said in a snarky tone. Kim just laid back down but then she noticed that her left forearm was completely grey and the skin was scaly her fingers grew a few inches longer and her fingernails were black and longer and where razed sharp her nails had a bent, like a lizard she had seen in a zoo Kim looked at the rest of her body in the window when Dr Kate was away she saw the her sclera had turned a very dark gray almost black and she saw a little bump on the end of her back.

“It’s been weeks and my arm isn’t any better.” Kim said as she was being strapped to a bed “I know subject 078. Which is why we are amputating your arm.” James said as he was numbing Kims arm “this won’t hurt right?” Kim asked scared “no no not a bit due to the special gel I put on your arm!” James said Kim said nothing but then she saw the saw and closed her eyes but then her eyes shot open and she started crying and screaming when she felt the sharp blades into her arm she begged him to stop but he kept going faster and faster until her arm was off and she passed out.

“Apparently I have been asleep for two whole days or that’s what the doctors told me when I woke up.” She thought as she was running and jumping around her room “subject 078 stop that right now!” Dr James said “I’m bored!” Kim said “well we do have a fun little game for you.” Kate said with a creepy smile “ohh what is this game?” Kim asked “let us show you.” James said as him and Kate got up left the small room they were in and entered Kim’s room “what are we going to do?” Kim asked “just stay there on your bed and we will take care of you.” Kate said as she touched Kim’s chest.

End of chapter

[asgardwinter]

Safety

summary | The only thing Kate ever wanted was to see you safe.

pairing | Kate Bishop x fem!Reader

warnings | teeny tiny angst, fluff, partners to lovers

word count | 1,4k

author’s note | this request was adorable and i enjoyed writing it so much! thanks again to the anon who sent it <3 i hope y’all like it!

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Kate remembered a lot of things from that night.

A lot of things, it was an unusual night after all.

The beginning of the Christmas Party, the shooting near the windows, going separate ways to find Yelena by the elevators, Jack fighting the tracksuits with a sword and you giving some support to the civilians that were fighting to guarantee they’d come home after all.

It all became a blur when she went after her mom, ending up in a fight against Kingpin himself and very near a tragic ending.

The promise you two made each other the day prior, the one when you said you’d both stay together to fight that night till the end, was long forgotten.

Kate emerged from the toy shop panting and bruised, breathing heavily and the confusion inside her only grew as she watched her mother get arrested. Lost and seated in the back of an ambulance, Kate started to look for you.

But you weren’t there.

She could see everyone that helped to fight the Tracksuits, everyone alive and only with some scratches — probably your doing —, but could not see you in any place. As the worry increased, her heart beated faster and faster, only being able to calm down if she saw you at last.

When you came into her line of vision you were panting and very bruised, but you could still stand and walk away from the building, recovering some of the knives you lost in the fight. You started laughing, but all she could read in her mind was that you were alive and okay — or at least the most okay you could be after all that fight. 

“Hey, are you guys…?” You started but were cut off in the middle of the sentence by Kate hugging you real tight. “Ouch!”

“Sorry.” She spoke against your hair but didn’t flex the grip in your torso not in the slightest.

You turned around to look at Kate and in seconds her hands were cuping your cheeks, looking and taking note of every single cut and bruise.Unexpectedly, you interrupted her minucius inspection with a hug, forgetting about the pain for a moment and enjoying how she felt in the embrace.

Kate’s trembling frame seemed to calm down as you whispered sweet things in her hair.

“You’re alright. We’re alright.” You kept talking.

“You’re alright.” She said in response to you and the tears were fast to gather in your eyes.

“It’s all over now.” You said and Kate only held you tighter.

“I’m so glad you’re okay.” She finally let out, loosening her grip for a moment to look deeply in your eyes.

You smiled, a feeling of relief washing over your body. 

Resisting the urge to kiss you, she relished on the words that left “I’m happy you’re okay too, Kate Bishop.”

…

After all the fighting that lasted the whole week before Christmas, the invitation from Clint to spend the holidays — or at least what was left of them — at his house wasn’t weird at all. You and Kate decided to join him with little to no effort on his part and that’s how you found yourselves walking to the porch that cold morning.

Seeing the happiness in the face of his children when he got home “in time” for Christmas was great, and both you and Kate felt home with how nice everyone was to you. It was a great and warm experience after December 24th.

The day was great but agitated, running around in the snow with everyone and talking that much was clearly not your first choice after battling the Tracksuit Mafia and other things more. But that worked well in the end, even if when the night came you and Kate collapsed on the sofas.

Soon the two of you were on the way to sleep.

Or at least to try to sleep.

Kate looked at you in the dark living room only lit by the moon coming from the windows. Your back was turned to the center of the room and it looked like you were fast asleep, regular and steady breaths combined with relaxed shoulders.

What would she have done if she lost you that day? If those minutes you couldn’t be found turned real? Turned into a reality without you?

The thought itself made her heart ache and she curled into a ball, trying not to cry about it, trying to ignore how empty her heart felt to the possibility of a world without your bad jokes in it.

She got up, as if she could run from her own thoughts, and turned to you. Kate shook your shoulder gently, just to see if you were really asleep and when you turned with eyes wide open she knew she wasn’t the only one replaying over and over the previous events.

“Hey, Kate.” You whispered, sitting on the couch to look at her from a better angle. “Are you okay?”

“I…” Why couldn’t she voice it out? It was as if she felt that the moment the words started leaving her mouth she would break down like a domino line.

“Couldn’t sleep?” She nodded, the only comprehensible answer she could think of giving you. “Me too.”

You both stood there, Kate standing like she was frozen in place and you sitting looking up and trying to figure out what to do next.

“Hey, could I…” Kate started and gulped as soon as she felt the knot on her throat tighten. “Could I sleep here with you? I don’t really want to be alone right now and…”

“Of course you can, Kate.” You cut her apologies in the middle and made room on the couch for her to get under the covers.

The couch was clearly not made for two people to sleep together, but you two made it work with you pressed against the back holding Kate against you by the wait to prevent her from falling. It didn’t take long and her head was resting on your chest and she was half above you, not that you would complain about it, it felt like a dream.

You caressed her head softly, fingers threading in her dark hair and the humming of some childish song she could feel vibrating through your chest. It was comforting but the thoughts weren’t going away even with all your sweet efforts. Even if she felt a bit more secure, she felt you were safe, it wasn’t enough to soothe it all.

“Do you want to talk about it? About why you couldn’t sleep, I mean.” You asked. “Some people say it helps.”

Did she want to?

Kate had no idea if it would make the situation better or worse. You were her partner in crime — or literally against crime — and your relationship had been coming to a point where all she could see were blurry lines between friendship and… and romance.

“Only if you want to. I don’t mean to…”

“I was afraid.” She confessed, cutting your apologies in half.

“Afraid of what?” You were confused. It was hard for Kate Bishop, the brave archer, to be afraid of something or someone, of anyone.

“Afraid of losing you, afraid of you leaving.” Kate sucked a harsh breath in while she tried to contain the tears from coming. “When— when you disappeared that night I thought I had lost you forever, I thought I wouldn’t see you ever again and— I love you! You know that, right? I love you more than you think and I— I don’t want to lose you. I don't want you to leave.”

“Hey.” You kissed the top of her head before tightening your arms around her. “I love you too, Kate. And I’m not going anywhere, I hope you don’t plan on doing it too because I can’t lose you, love. You mean too much to me.”

“You know in what sense I’m saying ‘I love you’, right?” She asked, unsure of what was yet to come. “I love love you.”

You laughed, taking the hair off her face and kissing her sweetly. That was all the confirmation she needed from you to continue the kiss, deep and meaningful. There was a sparkle of playfulness like everything was between you too, just enough to keep things normal and special.

“I love you, Kate Bishop.” You repeated yourself against her lips. “I don’t plan on leaving you anytime soon.”

She smiled widely. You didn’t need to have your eyes open to know it.

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[daily-escuella]

Keeping You Warm - Chapter 1

Charles Smith x F!Reader

Following your departure from the gang, Charles is dedicated to helping Rains Fall and his people, with you at his side. Your world is rocked by change and tinged with uncertainty, but the one constant you can rely on is the love you have for each other.

(((Well here is chapter one for the lovely anon request I received! (I was inspired beyond the prompt to examine where they might be and why, I hope that's alright!) This chapter has little angst, a little fluff, and a little examination of what might have happened after the events of chapter 6. There are details I most likely have wrong and I hope you can forgive me for that! For example, Falmouth is likely a horse Charles acquires on John's ranch. BUT I wanted to include him here. After establishing the setting, I wanted to explore what life might be life as Charles' partner as you do what's right, together. Please enjoy! <3)))

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - ??? (I will be updating this one sporadically as it's written)

Word count: ~3000

Warnings: Depictions of hunting, lil bit angst, this chapter is SFW but the next won't be!

Early morning bathed the mountains in pale, golden light. Frost painted the forest floor, adding a shimmer to every rotten leaf. Trunks of proud trees darkened with moisture as the sun brushed it’s warm, gentle fingers over the land, melting the icy artwork night painted in vain. Late autumn had gradually embraced the earth, wilting the flora all around you, the somber mood of decay almost beautiful in it’s transience.

Each exhale swirled around your face, the icy mist clinging to your lips, kept ever-moist by the heat of your breath. The chill nipped at your skin where it was exposed beyond your thick coat. Your gloves were thin, in order to properly handle your bow, warm moccasins adorned your feet, leaving each step through the frosty earth as silent as they could be. You’d learned well from your mentor, who paced ahead of you, crouched low, following the tracks of your future kill.

Charles held up a hand, silently cautioning you to halt. You adjusted your bow, and sat back noiselessly on your haunches as you watched beyond his shoulder for movement. A proud buck stood stoically, his ears swiveling, listening intently to his surroundings. Your breath was no more than a silent puff of mist, though your heart beat excitedly in your chest as Charles slowly raised his bow. He drew back and in one swift movement the deer cried out, laying incapacitated, struggling weakly against death. He glanced over his shoulder to nod at you before rising to his feet and removing his knife. You followed after him, whistling for the horses.

Charles knelt over the deer, who was in its last throes of death rattles, and plunged the knife into its heart, ending its suffering in one merciful move. He bowed his head respectfully before removing the arrow, wiping it off, and returning it to his quiver.

“This was a good hunt,” he said with a warm grin.

The soft thump of hooves approached along the frozen earth, sounding out a little softer than they should be, the shock absorbed by the plush moss and lichen. Dangling from the saddle of your mount was the result of your own efforts; two jack rabbits and a wild turkey.

In one powerful move, Charles flipped his kill easily over one shoulder and stood. Though you’d seen it time and time again, your eyes still widened when witnessing his strength. The deer was at least a hundred pounds and yet he stood smoothly to his impressive height as if it were merely a sack of flour.

He loaded the kill onto his new mount, Falmouth's rump. Such a sweet and happy horse he was, though you couldn’t help but miss Taima. She was like family. The burial you and Charles had given her brought some small comfort, but her life wasn’t the only one that you were still grieving. Your expression sorrowed as you glanced over at him. He’d buried enough loved ones for one lifetime.

“Did you want to track one more, or should we bring these to the others?” you inquired as you mounted up, briefly rolling your shoulders in a bid to shake off the sadness. There were more important things to worry about at that moment.

“This’ll be easier to process before it’s frozen solid,” Charles reasoned, patting the carcass and then climbing into his saddle. You offered him a nod and nudged your horse to walk, carefully picking your way through the thick underbrush of the deciduous forest.

~~~

By the time you neared camp, afternoon had taken hold of the day, though the sun, already making its journey back down to kiss the horizon, had offered the earth no additional warmth. Your eyes were tired and weak from the cold and you rubbed them with a gloved hand, one at a time, as your horse cantered along the uncommonly used road.

“We should slow down,” Charles called ahead. You glanced back to affirm and then woahed your horse to a smooth trot. He pulled Falmouth up alongside you. “The road is getting icy here, we won’t be able to see it under the snow.”

You agreed with a nod, looking over at him. A stranger might assume he was angry, with his lips pursed against the cold mountainous winds and his eyes narrowed in the dazzling gleam of light shining off the snow. But despite what his expression belayed, his overall mood was light and happy, as if he’d finally found some semblance of peace while life slowed comfortably down.

“This is a good spot you found. Quiet,” you commented, “there isn’t a hoof print in the snow aside from ours.”

Charles made a sound, low and sad yet a little hopeful, “it’ll do, for now.”

“It’s a good spot to wait out the season at least,” you offered, with an encouraging look.

Charles hummed in reply. “Maybe. Rains Fall knows of a community a little farther north. I’ll scout it out, but if we’re lucky we should be able to meet up with them before winter takes hold.”

“That sounds promising.” It wasn’t much, but any spark of hope was a worthy one to look into.

You were surprised when he huffed darkly. He slowed Falmouth to a walk and you followed suit with concern, quietly matching your horse’s gaits. When he spoke again his voice was low, tinged with uncertainty. “If I’m being honest... I’m uh... I’m afraid to put too much faith in anything anymore. I can’t-” he stopped, his words transforming into a puff of breath. He shook his head lightly, his eyes narrowing with determination, “I can’t let them down, not again.”

You felt a stab of pain at his words. The pair of you, until that moment, had some silent agreement to speak only about what was immediately next; what chore to do, what location to scout, where to move. It helped keep you from despairing or dwelling too hard on what couldn’t be changed.

But the feelings of apprehension had always been below the surface. Some days it was impossible not to feel powerless in the face of it all. The insurmountable giant: the battle for freedom. But you knew it wouldn’t stop him from trying. Wouldn’t stop you from helping him in every possible way.

“Charles... You feel the weight of the world on your shoulders, but you’re not carrying it alone.”

You extended your hand out to him.

With only a slight hesitation, he took it for a moment; a small, comfortable, human moment.

A gentle squeeze of his fingers before letting go was all it took to see the corners of his mouth pick up, though his eyes remained dark. The rare crack in his self-assured façade gave a worrying glimpse at the sadness swirling within him. There had hardly been a break between the tragedies you’d faced that year, and though he appeared to take it in stride, he was slowly being pressed under the weight of his grief.

When the devastating word of Arthur’s fate reached you, he needed to confirm it was true; lay him to rest if it was.

You stayed with Rains Fall, though you wished you could have accompanied him to Ambarino. He likely needed you as much as you needed him while you both processed the shock, but the people were still too vulnerable and you both feared leaving them without an extra hand.

Instead, you quietly mourned together on his return, unable to dwell on it for long.

There was no time. You had to keep moving, keep packing up camp and leaving, sometimes multiple times a week. The roads were treacherous, threats from human and animal alike constantly loomed. The people were weakened and some were held back by illness and age, but as a team you’d managed to help keep them safe, keep them going. It had been utterly exhausting, though neither of you breathed a word of complaint about it. Not to the people, not to each other.

As much as you ached to press him further- even to open up yourself, you knew it needed to wait. With the weight of the world already resting on his shoulders, you feared what may happen if it collapsed in on him.

The pair of you rode in silence, allowing the dependable harmony of nature to fill the air around you. The sound of your mounts rhythmically pawing the frozen earth with hollow thuds while the few hearty birds that clung to the forest throughout winter’s long season called out to one another. Periodically the shush of the wind played with the snowy bounties of evergreen boughs in gentle, fleeting snowfall.

Pretty as it was, the cold bit down hard into your skin. A sudden updraft battered the exposed flesh of your face and your horse huffed and shook it’s mane in protest. “I can’t believe how cold it’s gotten,” you lamented behind your scarf, the moisture of your breath leaving your lips and nose uncomfortably wet against the wool.

Seemingly glad for the change in topic, Charles’ posture relaxed in the saddle. “It’s unusual for this time of year, but we are climbing higher” he offered. You agreed with a hum.

“Maybe we should have hunted for pelts today too.”

“They couldn’t tan them in time to help during this cold snap ...but there’s a trader camp a day’s ride away.”

“Traders huh?” You considered his words. The trip would be highly beneficial, now more than ever, weather be damned. “Good idea. We can leave straight away.”

In another life, Charles may have cautioned you to stay back, to wait at camp while he rode out in the bitter cold, but he’d learned quickly it was no use.

His final attempt to choose safety for you was months prior, before leaving the gang. He’d tried to convince you to stay back in New Hanover, make a life for yourself in a nearby town. He knew how difficult the journey north would be, that the Pinkertons didn’t know your face. And maybe he was right, that you would have been objectively safer, but you’d simply refused. There was no getting rid of you, his plight was yours. Always.

~~~

Your visit back at camp was brief.

It was clear that the trip to the traders was essential as you looked around camp. With winter’s grasp already taking hold so early in the season, you quickly realized you’d need more than just a few warmer pelts. You needed medicine, easily preserved rations, spare tools, and so much more.

Rains Fall tried to insist you stay, worried for your wellbeing in the worsening chill, but determination burned hot enough within you both to keep you warm.

You’d equipped your horses with larger saddlebags and brought along the pelts you’d saved for trading as well as a few trinkets from your outlaw days. Precious items you’d held onto for times as important as these. Your horses were sturdy, having both grown suitable winter coats, thick and plush against the chill in the air, though you’d equipped them with thicker blankets as well, easing your worries just a little.

With a wave and assurance you’d be back soon, you and Charles made your way into the wilderness once again with renewed purpose and tenacity.

~~~

The ride took you southwest, though the temperature only continued to drop as you journeyed resolutely on. When the path was clear of ice you pushed the horses hard, trying to cover as much ground as possible before autumn’s early evening took all visibility away.

Misty breath rose rhythmically around your faces, breath hard from the ride, and steam, born of the effort of their labor, wafted from the horse’s backs as they drove steadily forward through the thin, biting air.

When the sun dipped fully beyond the horizon, you were forced to slow the horses to a trot and then a walk. Though the sky was cloudless and bright with stars, the ice that slicked the ground in random patches was an invisible death trap, waiting to take the horse’s ankles out from under them. It was foolish to try and venture forward further.

“We’ll need to camp soon,” Charles said as if reading your thoughts. His scarf was now pulled over his mouth and nose, hat tugged down to protect his ears, “off the main road if we can. I don’t want anyone seeing our goods and getting ideas.”

You nodded and peered around. “I think that’s a game trail ahead,” you offered, gesturing to a break in the foliage on the left.

“It would seem so. Good eye,” Charles agreed warmly, voice tinged with pride. You’d been only a novice hunter when you’d first broken away from the gang but Charles’ lessons had stuck with you. A smile spread across your face at his praise.

At the mouth of the trail you dismounted. Charles lit a lantern and after loosening the saddles and hooking the stirrups on the saddle horn, you pushed past the thick bordering brush into the darkened forest. Emerging on the other side of a bush, you were relieved to see the woods opened into more safely navigable terrain, though you moved slowly, guiding the horses carefully to avoid any mishaps.

The branches swept low, sticky sap and loose needles clung to the top of your hood and arms of your coat as you pushed them aside for your mounts to pass under safely. The smell was delightful though looking at Charles gave you an idea of how you might look in the light. At that rate, you’d be disguised as a tree before you found a suitable place to camp.

As if to spite your pessimistic musings, the forest spread its arms to present you with a small, flat area, open to the sky and enclosed by reeds and brush. Surely a swampy spot in the summer, with aquatic plants, once vibrant and full of life, now wilted and pale yellow, stamped down from the chill and bitter frosts as the season ached on.

it was well lit by the glow of the moon and firmly frozen beneath your feet. A dusting of snow covered the ice offering you ground to grip with the treads of your thick boots. It was a perfect spot to rest.

The pair of you tethered the horses safely before unpacking your supplies, working quickly to get camp set up. You flexed your hands after placing a saddle bag down, even shrouded in fur lined gloves the cold numbed your fingers nearly past working.

“I’ll get the fire built,” you said, eager to bring the warmth of flames to your painful skin.

Charles nodded and got to work setting up the tent. He lined the ground with the coarse pelts you’d brought for trading, then unfurled your bedrolls and frowned.

“These might not be warm enough tonight.”

You answered with your back to him, busy collecting kindling, “the bedrolls and all those pelts, really? What else would you recommend?”

He laughed, and it sounded bashful, the sweet sound muffled by the knit of his scarf. “I mean it’ll be better if we combine them... You don’t mind sleeping against me tonight, do you?”

You turned quickly to look at him, confused, only to soften and smile when you saw the crinkle of his eye. “Oh, how will I ever manage?” you joked back in a dramatic voice and his chuckle was deeper in reply.

You found a few decent branches of deadwood, snapping them easily to smaller sizes. They were frozen but with the encouragement of a little whiskey, you knew they’d warm up just fine, as most things did. You doused the branches in the stuff and struck a match, dropping it into your circle of stones. The flames engulfed the liquor first, eagerly lapping it up in a small hot wave, almost liquid like in it’s fluidity. Then, for a moment, it looked as if it would simply succumb to the oppressive chill in the air and fizzle out entirely, but after a second of hesitation the fire chewed into the lichen that adorned the wood and it quickly grew in size. Soon the branches began to char and when the flames had established themselves firmly enough you added more fuel. It wasn’t long before the fire was dancing away happily on the plentiful offerings.

Charles had joined you two or three logs ago, wrapping himself around you like a heavy blanket. You wished you could feel the heat of his skin through your coat, but even just his presence warmed your very soul. He rested his head on your shoulder and hummed a happy sound as his arms squeezed just a little tighter.

“Have I ever thanked you?” His voice rumbled soothingly against your tired muscles.

“For what?”

“For everything. For being here with me, no matter what. You’ve been so… You’ve been a constant in my life, when everything else feels so… lost.”

You turned your face and bumped scarfed mouth on scarfed mouth. You both laughed. Pulling your scarf down, the bite of frost nipped at your breath-moistened face immediately. You wiped your nose and mouth on the back of a gloved hand though it did very little, instead just pushing frost and wetness around. Still, Charles lowered his and you shared a quick, warm, wet, uncomfortable kiss that only couples who were very much in love could enjoy. The crinkle of his eye and the strain of the smile in your cheeks said it all.

“I love you,” you said with all the sincerity the world had to offer. He hugged you again, and for just a moment, the heat of the flames before you felt wholly unnecessary. His love could warm the earth for a thousand summers, and your heart would bloom and grow endlessly under his tender sunlight.

“I love you too,” he whispered in your hat-covered ear, and you wished he’d spoken it just a little louder.

[op15-moonwaltz]

"You look so chilly, my dear!"

Jack's been dragged to New York for an After-Christmas gettogether with the Cane family! He couldn't be more terrified and nervous, most children are put-off by his icy nature and appearance.

However he learns that the Cane's are pretty 'chill' when it comes to his icy looks! Read out the little mini-story here for the After-Christmas of '69! (jack's ears definitely twitch around and show how he's feeling if his goofy little noises don't give him away first)

==== It was After-Christmas, 1969. Nick had brought up the idea of me visiting his family with him off in New York for the occasion, but I always came up with an easy lie to get out of going.

Not because I didn't enjoy his company, not at all! I adored having someone around that listened to what I had to say, I just. .

Didn't know how his family would react to me. Icy hair, stark blue eyes, pointy ears, frosty clothes- Not exactly 'huggable and warm,' now is it? And he apparently had a granddaughter now, something with a 'C'. Charlotte? No no, that was his wife's name. .

"Jack, are you alright? You've been staring at that piece of broken cement for the last four minutes like it's gonna move."

I looked up at him and felt my ear twitch as a snowflake floated past. "Huh? Oh! Yes, yep, I'm alright. Just thinking and all that." I watched him raise a brow over his glasses and then push them back up his nose. I flashed him a grin and then I heard the patter of feet, oh gods.

"Pa, you're home!" I watched this young woman run out of the house with no coat, just a sweater, bellbottom jeans, boots that looked too fancy to be out in slushy wet snow and a head of fiery orange hair.

"How's my girl? Look at you! How long has it been since I last visited?" I hoped that staying by the sleigh made me more invisible. I kept my ears as flat against my head as I could get them, and part of me wished I thawed my hair out before I agreed to come.

"Over a year, pa. You know this, you ask how long it's been every year!" I could hear Nick laugh and then I watched the woman turn her gaze toward me. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest at her shocked face. "And who's this fella here?"

I tried to put my charm up despite my nervousness and stepped up to her, offering my hand for a handshake. "Frost! Jack Frost, Legendary Figur-" I got cut off as the lady took my hand and shook it, laughing a little as she did. I squinted at her.

"So you're the one Pa's been working with all these years! I've been waiting to meet you, Ma's been too!" I felt my brain stutter and I only realized the handshake ended when snow hit my palm. "My name's Judy, by the way! Now come inside, it's cold out there and I bet yous' are hungry!"

"You sound like your mother!" I heard from Nick and I shook my head slightly to wave off the slap of confusion I felt prior before walking inside with him. The house was beautifully decorated in reds and golds, even some blues and silvers lining certain areas like the front windows of the house.

I let my ears stick up just a little more as I looked at the snowflake paper towel cutouts that hung delicately from the ceilings with what looked like fishing line and thumbtacks. Which not only seemed tedious as all hell, but showed absolute dedication.

"My! You look so chilly, dear!" I looked away from the ceiling when I heard a woman's voice, she was clearly older, hair snow-white, short and curly. I could see her walk up to me, and I realized who this was as I stuck my hand out for a handshake.

"You must be Charlotte, right?" "Righto! You must be Jack Frost, as well. Pleasure to finally meet you, my dear!" I smiled as she shook my hand and then led me over to a playpen. "That there is baby Caroline, she's almost 3 years-old!" I nodded, watching the 2 year-old dance around her playpen a little. Okay. .

Maybe kids were a little adorable. But only this one in particular.

I could feel myself getting led over to the dining room, how long did I have to stay here? I looked at the wide spread of food that covered the dining table and I had to admit, it did smell pretty good. I could hear Nick laugh as he sat near the head of the table. "You've done it, Charlotte. You've got him fascinated by all the food."

"I'm not. . 'fascinated', I've just never seen so much food before." I watched as Judy pulled a chair out and sat down, then Charlotte after hooking little Caroline up in a highchair. And I was left trying to figure out where to sit. I was a guest in the home, so maybe I sat. . somewhere out of the way? Or more toward the far end of the table?

"Here, dear- You can sit next to me if you're a little lost." I watched Charlotte wiggle out a chair for me next to her and I timidly took a seat. "Sorry, I've just uh- Never done a holiday dinner before." I watched Judy look at me with a face of disbelief and Mrs. Cane (should I be formal?) already started fixing me a plate of ham, mashed potatoes and gravy, they even had a various array of wines-

"You've never had a holiday dinner before? Aren't you literally part of a holiday?" I put up a timid smile, nodding a thanks to Mrs. Cane as she placed my plate in front of me. "T-Technically I'm part of a holiday, but I don't have any real Reign over all the Christmas-y stuff-" I heard Nick scoff as he adjusted the bun in his hair.

"You Didn't have any reign over Christmas, you do now though! And I hope to see it stay that way, the blues and silvers you add is a lovely change." I felt my ear twitch and Judy looked at me ecstatic. "The blue and silver decor is you? I love the sparkly look they always have, it's so beautiful!"

I laughed a little, eying the plate of food and trying to ignore the twitches of my ears even though I knew Nick caught sight of them by the smile on his face. "Thank yous', really though it's Nick that deserves the credit! He's done a lot to help me get more recognition in the season." I could hear Nick brush me off and slowly let the conversation drift away from me, deciding to instead enjoy the meal.

Little Caroline was busy mushing around mashed potatoes in her highchair. Nick and his family fell into conversation as I stayed out of it and ate quietly. The silence was. . comfortable. It felt like they still knew I was there, even if I wasn't a part of their conversation. Completely different from how the Council made me feel.

I only realized I had been twitching my ears to the beat of Frank Sinatra's 'Let It Snow!' when Caroline actually giggled. I watched her try to mimic the twitches of my ears with her hands and I felt my chest warm up at the little laughs she did as she flapped her hands around.

I listened to the 'awe's that came from the table as they finally saw what I was doing and I only kept up the ear twitches to keep Caroline laughing, even after my face felt all warm and I knew the tips of my ears were red. "Seems like Jack is finally warming up to kids." I glanced at Nick, almost shooting him a small glare when Caroline started tilting her head side to side like my ears twitching up and down.

Okay, maybe kids weren't horrible. I could maybe get used to this specific tiny human. I smiled.

I could maybe get used to this whole holiday dinner thing too.

[football-writing]

Jack Grealish - real smooth

Note: I haven't seen the david and liza vid that this request was based on, and I have the attention span of fresh gravy so I didn't watch it either lmao. But I had a bit of an idea in mind for this more like Mason's fifa forfeit vid with Chunkz (let's be honest that vid was hilarious I still watch it sometimes for laughs lmao) anyway I hope that's okay. Also this features other players too bc why not

Warnings: contains some curse words probably, slight mentions of sexy times at the end, also I have no idea how waxing actually works as my only knowledge comes from that Mason vid so,, this is probably not accurate sorry xoxo

Hope you enjoy babes x

It wasn't unusual for Jack to invite some of his friends over whenever he had a day off. In fact, his days off were usually spend either with you or with his friends, most often opting for eating out with you before getting back and playing fifa with the boys for well past midnight. Today was no different. You had occupied yourself with a book and and cup of tea in your shared bedroom, while Jack was downstairs with his friends playing fifa. Their yelling and laughter could be heard even from behind the closed bedroom door. Not that it bothered you too much: as long as they were having fun and cleaning up after themselves once they left, it was fine by you.

However, it surprised you to hear footsteps coming up to the stairs, then down the hallway to your room. They had everything they needed downstairs, and never before had they bothered you upstairs, so why would they now?

A knock sounded on your bedroom door and you yelled out a quick 'yeah' as you closed your book and sat up on the bed, curious as to what it was they needed.

"Hey angel." Jack said as his head popped through the door before making his way into your bedroom, sitting down defeatedly onto the edge of your bed. He had a slight pout on his face, and bit his bottom lip nervously as he looked at you.

"What's wrong, baby? Please tell me you didn't break anything down there." You said, a stern look plastered on your face.

"No, no, it's nothing like that. It's just- uhm." He hesitated as he looked down, playing with the hem of his shirt instead of maintaining eye contact with you. Worry took over your features. What was he up to now?

"We were playing fifa forfeit, right. And Ben said I had to wax my legs if I lost-"

"Oh my god, Jack!" A releaved sigh left her lips. It was never gonna be anything serious with these boys anyway. She should've known better. "Did you lose, though? Please tell me you did."

He only nodded in response, and she let out a squeel as she fell back on the bed.

"That's hilarious, I was worried there for a second, but this is great."

"Don't get too excited. The boys asked if I'd ask you if you had any wax. But I just came up here to chat for a bit and then I'll go back down saying you didn't."

"Now, why would you do that?" She said as she looked at him with raised brows, challenging him.

"You know, I actually do have some strips left, I'd be more than happy to wax your legs. Besides, a bet is a bet, Jack. You can't just back down now." She smiled thriumphantly and he groaned in response.

"Why won't you just have my back with this?"

"Oh, I can wax your back too, no problem."

"Not what I meant sweetheart."

"I know." She smiled cheekily as she leaned forward to kiss his cheek, before telling him she'd be downstairs in a bit with all the necessities to wax his legs.

"Hey boys!" She hollered as she rushed down the stairs with her wax kit, the boys looking up at her. Jack was already sitting on the chaise longue with his legs up. His shorts ridden up a bit more than usual to expose his muscular thighs. The others sitting next to him on the couch, ready for the action that was about to unfold.

"Ready, babe?" She wiggled her eyebrows at him as she sat down her kit.

"Oh I sure am!" Ben replied with a big boyish smile on his face.

"I'm sure you are, Ben." She chuckled as she ruffled his hair. He'd usually have it gelled back whenever he had a game, but kept it natural and curly when he came around theirs. It was her favourite look of his, perhaps partly because she could mess with his hair more easily.

"I remember when I had this done, hurts like hell. Good luck bro!" Mason interjected, patting Jack's shoulder in mock-sympathy.

"Yeah, I cannot wait to see you cry like a baby. I love you for coming up with this, Ben."

"Babe!" He whined. "You're supposed to support me here."

"Well I am supporting you, I'm the one waxing you. Trust me, you do not want to have this done by someone who has no idea what they're doing." You said as you warmed up a few strips of wax between your hands.

"Seconded." Declan replied with a serious face. Everyone looked at him in confusion; he had never told them about getting waxed before, but it sounded like an intriguing story.

"I'm not even gonna ask, mate." Jack said. Horror stories would not make this experience any more bearable for him. It left Dec pretending to be upset, eager to tell the - no doubt ridiculous - story.

"Alright, I'm gonna get these on." You interrupted their banter, tearing the strip to reveal the sticky substance underneath.

She put the strips on his leg as the boys chatted away. Just as she was putting the fourth strip on, Jack swatted her hand away.

"You have to put all those on?" He questioned her.

"Well the forfeit did say 'legs'. As in, both legs. Completely." Declan argued.

"I did say that. But that's a bit too harsh innit?"

"Yeah, there's already three strips on now, let's see how he gets through those first." Mason offered.

"Will hurt like hell with that much hair." Declan hit Jack's leg for emphasis.

"No doubt." You laughed as you smoothed out the strips once more.

"Ready, Jack?" You asked as you hold the edge of one of the strips, ready to pull it off.

"Wait, wait I gotta film this!" Declan was quick to exclaim as he took out his phone, much to Jack's dismay, who had his hands in front of his face as he waits for the inevitable pain of ripping off the strips.

"Alright, 3. 2. 1!" The boys count down in unison as you rip off the first strip.

"Jesus, Y/N!" An array of curses leave Jack's mouth as he yelps, gripping his leg in pain, his eyes wide with shock. Clearly he had underestimated how much this was really going to hurt, which has all of you rolling over with laughter. Mason is gripping his stomach as he's sitting on the floor, barely able to breathe between his giggles. You're trying to ease Jack's mind and soothingly rub the sensitive skin on his leg, but you're shaking too much from the laughter leaving your lips.

"Oh my lord, and look at the hair that's come off!" Declan hollers as he takes a step closer to properly film the strip that was, indeed, covered in Jack's leg hair. You held it up for the camera as you shrieked at the sheer amount of hair. It's like a lion's mane got glued on the strip.

"Jeez, Jack, you hairy lad." Declan laughs, which earns a grumble from dissatisfied boy. You're pretty sure if Dec wasn't responsible for filming the whole ordeal, he'd be on the ground just as Mason was.

"Oi, what are you crying for, mate? I'm the one in pain here." Jack points a finger accusingly at Ben, and when you turn around you see he has tears in his eyes, breathing coming out in desperate gasps as he shakes his head no, signalling he can't take any more of this banter. It seemed like everyone had at least slightly calmed down, but looking at Ben made everyone burst out in laughter yet again. Mason had tears streaming down his face now too, and you're sure he might piss his pants if he laughs any louder. It even makes Jack chuckle.

"Just get it over with, alright. I don't wanna be in pain any longer." Jack asks you nonetheless, guiding your hand to one of the other strips.

"It can't be that bad." Ben's voice is higher than usual from his earlier laughing fit, but he's wiping the tears from his eyes as he seems to have calmed down considerably. Mason can only nod in confirmation, still unable to form words without giggling.

"I have no problem waxing you lot too, babes." You smile up cheekily at them, which results in loud protests from the boys.

"Now that I would love to see." Jack replies, before looking down at his leg and rubbing the spot that was now rid of any hairs. "Perhaps this would be funnier if there weren't two other strips on me leg." He sighed in despair, staring at his leg with sad eyes. It made you chuckle, but seeing Jack's stern look dericted at you, you quickly focused on the task at hand.

"Alright, next one Jack."

"Lord have mercy."

The next strips don't have any other effect than the first one. It sends all of you rolling on the floor laughing, and Jack with tears in his eyes and red skin on his leg. Dec leaves the room at one point because he genuinely can't breathe, and Mason has to sprint to the bathroom, like you predicted. Meanwhile your hands get shakier and shakier from laughing, and you can barely see what you're doing due to the tears prickling at the corner of your eyes. Jack's decided to rip the last strip off himself, and you're shrieking with laughter as he pulls at it but chickens out from the pain, resulting in it only coming off halfway. When it is finally off, and all the hairy strips are disposed of, everyone slowly but certainly calms down. You're getting some lotion from upstairs to soothe the stinging, and when Ben orders pizza, it all seems long gone.

Yet when you're watching tv, and Mason steals a sneaky glance at Dec, the both can't help but try - and fail - to surpress their giggles.

It's how the rest of the night continued until the three other boys finally left in the late hours of the night.

"I'll clean, love. Get in bed and I'll see you in a bit, yeah?" Jack's offering once they're gone, and you're accepting gratefully as you kiss his cheek. The night was fun, but the laughing fits had you beyond tired.

So when Jack slips into bed next to you, you're already in bed with your eyes closed, dozing off.

"Hey, babe."

"Hm?" You mumble as you open your eyes at Jack's whisper.

"Wanna feel my leg?" He asks, but he's already draping his freshly waxed leg over your legs, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You've known the guy long enough to know that he won't stop bothering you if you decline, and the request makes you think of the many times you've asked him to feel your legs after - finally - shaving them again.

So you decide to humour him and softly carress his smooth leg.

"Feels pretty good, huh?" His voice cocky as he questions you.

"Sure, real smooth Jack."

"Wanna have sex with a sexy smooth beast like that?"

You snort loudly at his inappropriate request, shoving his leg off of you in a joking manner.

"Oh come on, don't tell me I went through all that for nothing!" He exclaims in agony.

"No, you went through all that because you suck at Fifa." You deadpan as you grin at him.

His eyes are darker as he watches you intently, and the knowing smirk on your face makes you apprehensive of what he's up to now. He's moving closer, hovering over you and effectively trapping you as his muscular arms hold himself up on either side of you. And next thing you know, he's placing a soft kiss on the corner of your mouth, before trailing down to your jaw. A gasp involuntarily leaves your lips as he nibbles at your earlobe.

"You know with how soft my leg is and all." He starts to whisper in your ear. His voice is husky and smooth - and normally you know what it means. But you have no clue where he's going with this sentence. "Would you mind if I-" And he's pausing again for dramatic effect as his lips graze over your hot skin. "Slitherin." He finally whispers in your ear, accentuating the 's'.

And just like that, you're back rolling over with laughter just like you had been that very afternoon.

[the-iceni-bitch]

Okay, so I just had a sinfully dirty idea for the OTP and I couldn't help but share it with you. Gonna apologize upfront for my exhibitionism kink, but hear me out. Since Ransom's friend's and their girls are all super interested in the OTP's sex life, what if they're hanging out /drinking at Ransom's house and one of the girls is like "show us some of your moves", so they just like fuck right there. If you don't want to write this, that's totally fine but I just had to share this hoe thot.

Ooooookkkkkkk....

So, I wasn’t 100% sure I was going to do this one, but I’m drunk so what the hell!

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (salad tossing, f receiving oral sex, public sex, mentions of blow jobs), technical dub con as both parties are very drunk (but consenting!), excessive alcohol consumption by adults of appropriate age, SMUT!!!! 18+ ONLY!!!!

Smutty smut guys!!!!! No minors!!!

You’d had so many Jell-O shots you were having trouble walking straight, but you were determined to win at beer pong.

Ransom and you had already dominated at flip cup at Chaz’s frat themed house warming party, and you hated to admit how good of a time you were having. You hadn’t been this drunk since college.

Logan was giving you a stupid smirk from across the table as you lined up your shot. You shoved Ransom off when he tried to drunkenly nuzzle into your hair, rolling your eyes when he whined about how mean you were being to him.

The ball bounced once and landed in the last cup on Logan’s side of the table, and you gave him a sloppy grin as he downed the contents with a grumble.

“Which one ‘f you assholes ‘s next?” You slurred, hiccuping at the end of your sentence as you steadied yourself with one hand on the ping pong table.

“No more!” Chaz groaned, rolling off the stool he was perched on. “You’re too fucking competitive.”

“Yeah, no more competitions, let’s play truth or dare!” Brittney said excitedly, clapping her hands and wobbling towards the living room.

“Leh’s get the fuck out of here, baby.” Ransom mumbled as he tried to wrap himself around you, but only succeeded in tangling his feet with yours until you both almost went down.

“I don’t think ya should drive.” You giggled, staring at your feet as you tried to walk to join the other members of your little group. “I know I shud... shudn’t.”

The two of you fell on top of each other on the couch, laughing breathlessly as Ransom tried to pull you into his lap but just flung you over it like he was going to spank you.

“Wait, tha s’not right.” He muttered before turning your body slowly until you were leaning against his chest.

Everyone in the circle was glassy eyed and unsteady as they settled in, couples snuggling together around Chaz’s coffee table as you called numbers to determine who was going first.

“Alright, Jess.” You murmured, trying to ignore Ransom rubbing his hardening cock against your ass. “Truth or dare?”

“Oooh, truth.” She said with a crooked grin.

“Ok, wha s’the longst you’ve ever given head?” You said with a wicked smirk, smacking Ransom’s hand when he tried to shove it down the front of your jeans. “Knock ‘t off, Hugh!”

“Five minutes.” Jess said at the same time Logan told you to fuck off.

“Tha’s it?!?!” You screeched, almost falling off the sofa as you laughed hysterically. “Jesus, Logan gettin’ called tha fuck out.”

“You’re such a bitch.” Logan groaned as he chugged the rest of his beer and headed to the kitchen to grab another.

“Hey! Only Hugh gets ta call me a bitch! Goddamn it Drysdale!” He was trying to shove his hands in the front of your shirt now.

“What?!?! C’mon baby, jus wanna feel ya up a little.” He whined as he drew you back against his chest. “Those fuckin’ tits fit in mah hands so good.”

A shrill yelp escaped from you when he slapped your tit through your shirt, turning and smacking his shoulder as gave you a stupid grin.

“Jesus Christ, you two.” Dylan grumbled with an eye roll as Ransom turned you around and started to mouth at your chest through your t-shirt. “Chaz, truth or dare?”

“Um, fuck, dare.” Chaz said, trying to ignore the noises the two of you were making as Ransom started sucking on your neck.

“Switch underwear with Brit.” Dylan told him, pointedly not looking at you as you tried to unwind yourself from Ransom and berated him for being such a slut.

Britney cracked up and dragged Chaz away from the group towards the bathroom as he cursed under his breath.

“How’s it feel Chazzy boy?” You teased when they came back, wrapping your hand around Ransom’s face and shoving him off you. “Everything all tucked in? Hugh!”

He’d sucked your fingers into his mouth and was swirling his tongue around them as he still tried to climb on top of you.

“Oh my god! Truth or dare you freaks.” Logan sighed, everyone now openly staring at the two of you as your resistance started to ebb away, letting Ransom run his lips over your throat.

“Dare.” He mumbled without thought, his hands moving to tuck under the waistband of your jeans.

Logan made eye contact with you and gave you a wicked grin. “Make Y/N come in 3 minutes.”

“What?!” You shrieked.

“Done!” Ransom shouted triumphantly as he flipped you over and yanked your jeans down. “Bet I can do it in two.”

You dug your fingers in the cushions as he buried his face between your cheeks and ran his tongue over the rim of your pretty hole. Every swipe of his tongue over your tightened hole sent quivers through your aching pussy, slick leaking down the insides of your thighs as you mewled into the sofa.

He ran his tongue over your slit and flicked kitten licks against your clit, groaning into your cunt when he felt you clench against his face. His lips wrapped around your pussy and he slurped up your arousal before moving back to your asshole and sucking.

“Fuck! Ransom!” You screamed when he speared his tongue past the tight ring of muscle and stretched you open.

The soft brush of his fingers against the inside of your thigh as he fucked you with his tongue made you gasp. It punched into you with vigor as his thumb moved to your clit and started to circle it softly.

You reached behind you and wound your fingers through his hair to press him further into your ass as you panted with need, his free arm wrapping around your thighs when he felt you getting close.

A sob ripped out of your chest as you came, your release squirting out of you and soaking the front of his shirt as your body tried to curl in on itself. He kept tongue fucking you through it, grinning against your ass as he felt you flutter around him.

“Time?!” He called, sitting up and beaming around the room at your shocked looking friends.

“Ninety-seven seconds!” Jess said after checking her timer.

“Fuckin’ knew it.” He purred, pulling you into his lap and brushing his lips over your throat as you sighed contentedly. “Fuck you Logan.”

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[BatIM Call of Cthulhu Masterpost]

WE STARTED.... A NEW SCENARIO..... as you may have read in Boo’s summary post, for some unknown reason aLL MUSICAL AND PERFORMANCE ABILITY SEEMS TO BE??? GONE??? Sammy woke up, realised he couldn’t hold even the simplest tune in his head, and immediately lost THIRTY-ONE SANITY in one hit

..... YOU KNOW THAT MAKES SENSE HONESTLY

 anyway i have a some out-of-context quotes from the game for u all under the readmore if ur into that kinda thing!!!

[Sammy is played by me, Joey is played by Boo (inkyvendingmachine), Henry is played by Maf (inkcryptid), Jack is played by Mochi (whatyouwantedmetosee) and Thren (haunted-hijinxer) is our GM!]

[GM] It's a tough voice to do, so you can't be as choosy, and your resident Bendy cannot act to save his life, so that's no good-- [Joey] Uh-oh. [Jack] Sorry, Lurks. [Joey] I'm just so worried he's going to have to act now... [Jack] Clearly, he should've used the time between scenarios to train that! [GM] Yeah, that's just what everybody wants I'm sure, is the Lurker training in LYING. That sounds like a great idea!

[GM] *asking for dice rolls to see how well our actual jobs are going* We can do a little bit of mundanity to, to treasure, and keep you warm later!

[Henry] Should I spend Luck points on this? No, I'm not spending Luck on work. [Sammy] That's a good general life policy

[Jack] Does Jack have any contacts? [Joey] No, he has glasses! :D [Jack] noooo that's my job! It's my job to make Jack's puns! ....Contacts probably didn't exist in the 1930s, that's okay. [Sammy] No, don't say that! Boo's going to have to look it up now!

[GM] What spell is Joey working on? [Jack] (Spell of Make Investor Like You)

[Joey] I think he probably has filing cabinets specifically to put occult stuff in and lock. And then the rest of his office is just piles and tables of animation stuff that you're like "...shouldn't this??? be??? in the filing cabinet???"

[GM] Allison remarks, "The companions of our childhood always possess a certain power of our minds, which hardly any later friend can obtain." [Sammy] Y'know, normal, just nORMAL CASUAL CHATTER, [GM] Tom, working on the pipe, just kinda mutters, "I enjoy friends, dear not only by habit and association, but from their own merits." And she gives him a look! [Jack] ...love at first whATEVER THIS IS,

[Sammy] ...Sammy's not amused. [GM] The band's amused! [Jack] Jack is probably amused.

[GM] So far things are going very well, but y'know, [Jack] Only so long until we crit fail something! [Sammy] NEVER TOO LATE TO MESS IT UP!

[GM] Allison's vibe is like, I Didn't Study This Exactly, But I Was Hoping It Could Just Work Out! [Jack] ...She has a lot of practice at just... making things work out, huh.... 

[GM] Is there anything else Joey would try to show off? [Joey] Tries to think... what else is at the Studio... [Jack] "Do you wanna talk to our janitor? He's really cool!"

[Joey] I roll to see if Joey can put two brain cells together,

[Jack] I have to appreciate that Bendy said he didn’t have the keys today. He’s been stealing them before, but THIS TIME isn’t his doing!

[Sammy] If there’s anything he needs to do himself, then he’ll come in early, but I don’t know what state we’re in -- [Joey] Uh, New York. [Sammy] ...what? [Joey] You didn’t know what state we’re in. :) [Sammy] [Sammy] thanks

[Joey] Oh Joey’s absolutely coming in early. Joey woke up, and felt great, so he’s going to menace every other department today, because he has the energy to get his fingers into everything! [Sammy] *distressed sounds in the background*

[Sammy] Hey how come when we did a Halloween cartoon, we all went to Haiti, but we’re doing a cartoon about a fair and we’re not going to a fair? [Jack] [Jack] I think we all know why.

*trying to decide who goes to Joey’s fancy dinner with an investor* [Sammy] I don’t know if Sammy will help you... [Sammy] Unless you bring Sammy and put him on a piano, like a small child that needs to be immediately handed crayons.

[Joey] Joey will say that they’re essentially the second hands in each of the departments-- [Jack] Yeah, Abby, the second hand… entire Art Department director, [GM] Uh-huh. [Joey] She… she knows,, [GM] Joey, [Joey] She knows that Joey… is … Big Gay for Henry,,, [GM] This is true, but I think she likes nominal acknowledgement that she holds a position, [Jack] He can just say that they’re high-ranking, and not-- [Joey] No I rolled badly, Joey’s going to say that Sammy and Henry are busy, so he brought his second-best! :) [GM] Abby is massaging her temples. [Joey] Sorry, Abby. He is,, an idiot,,, [GM] I think she’d be a lot more bothered if she couldn’t go and commiserate with Henry about it. Like, “why can’t he keep it straight?” [GM] ……………….well. She knows why he can’t keep it straight.

[GM] It’s about midnight, and something... strange.... happens. The trumpet player, who is leading the band -- [Joey] -- has a trumpet for a head! [GM] what no

*Joey succeeds a sanity check, Jack fails it* [GM] Joey, roll 1d10! [Joey] Uh, 3? [GM] Okay, you’re only down three sanity, that’s not so bad! [GM] Jack, roll 6d10! [Jack] what? [Joey] Six??? SIX d10s????? [GM] Yeah! [Joey] nICE KNOWING YOU, JACK!!! It’s time for Sillytime Jack.

[Jack] Smash cut to Henry, curled up in bed, nice and cozy,

[GM] I will also note, you cannot seem to Fast Talk. [Joey] ...what else can I do? [GM] Just normal talk. Like a normal person.

[Jack] I feel like Jack probably has a hunch that it’s weird nightmarish horror nonsense, on account of he just lost nineteen sanity,

[GM] Abby’s gonna try to take him to the hospital. [Jack] Jack’s just going to let that happen, because he’s shaken enough that he doesn’t have any significantly better ideas! Other than AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA,

[Sammy] *rolling sanity damage* 9… 9, stop that…. 4, [Jack] You’ve already lost more than Jack! [Sammy] 2, ...6, and 1! [Joey] That’s 31. [GM] Okay, Sammy has six sanity! [Sammy] eXCUSE ME?????

[Joey] Joey does want to head home… what day is it? [GM] Friday, the 13th! [Jack] HM, [Sammy] I GUESS IT IS, ISN’T IT… I wasn’t keeping track, but I guess it sure is! [GM] A delightful treat for myself, when I was looking up days in July, in 1934, [Sammy] WAIT, NO, ITS ACTUALLY A COINCIDENCE? Oh my gosh, [Jack] Because Friday the 13th wouldn’t even be a spooky day at this point in time! [GM] It is now! [Jack] It’s spooky, but just for us!

[Sammy] Sammy would try to call Jack, he’d try to call Joey, he’d try to call Henry -- probably several times, [Henry] sammy gets jack’s cat [Henry] phone is answered with meows [Jack] That does seem fitting for a really bad luck roll; the phone gets answered, and Sammy’s really relieved -- and it’s just the cat. [Sammy] Sammy, at 6 sanity: “jack’s tuRNED INTO A CAT,”

[Joey] The phone kept on ringing, so the cat just batted it off the cradle, [Jack] I feel like Jack probably doesn’t usually get a significant number of calls, so like, this many calls in a row is just obnoxious! [Jack] Cat’s having none of it. [Jack] Phone ring isn’t breakfast! [Jack] Where is the soft provider of food.

[GM] Oh no, you know what’s going to happen? Henry’s gonna get through to Jack, and then when Sammy calls it’s busy! [Sammy] cALLS JACK IT’S BUSY, CALLS HENRY IT’S BUSY, [Jack] I was gonna say maybe Henry would call Sammy first, because Sammy was one of the original three. [Jack] …Henry calls Sammy, Sammy is busy because SAMMY is trying to call someone, and then Henry calls Jack, and Sammy tries to call Jack again-- [Sammy] *laughing* THE HORROR, The deep, bone-chilling horror of A TIME BEFORE CALL-WAITING!!

[Henry] Is Joey there? [Jack] Yeah. [Henry] Are you guys alright? [Jack] ……………….hm,

[Jack] Cat is just sat on Joey, purring. Something is wrong with the human. Purr to fix the human.

[Henry] I called Sammy to make sure he’s okay, but-- [Abby] Was he? [Henry] No.

[Joey] Joey is going to be… obstinate feels like the wrong word? [Joey] He’s being the cat where you put the leash on, and the cat just sits down. [Joey] That is the Joseph mood right now.

[Sammy] *muttering* First one boyfriend turns into a cat, now the other boyfriend’s voice is wrong, today is terrible,

[Joey] This is Joey’s everything. [Sammy] That’s Joey’s contribution to the party! That’s like, your bard can no longer play music. [Sammy] ……….which is also true, but Sammy contributes other things. [Jack] Like Intimidate! [Sammy] Right now he contributes paranoia!

[reidsmemory]

Daycare

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Y/N is a high school teacher and Hotch’s niece. She meets the BAU one morning and feels a connection with one of the agents. A few weeks later she is involved in a kidnapping and has to get her students to safety. 

Genre: Action with some fluff

Quinn Speaks: Okay so I kinda got off track here and it’s more of a bad ass reader fic but I wrote the bulk of this at like 2 am. I hope you all enjoy and let me know if you want a part 2!!

not my gif!

     Your day started at 3 am. That’s right, 3 am. The buzzing noise of your phone woke you out of your slumber as you picked up the device and brought it up to your face, the blinding white light made your eyes adjust immediately. Uncle Aaron was listed as the caller ID and a picture of him, Jack, and yourself was also shown on the screen. 

     “Hello?” you said in your best ‘you totally didn’t wake me’ voice which really ended up being your ‘I’ve been dead for 5 years and been just revived’ voice instead.

     “Y/N, I’m really sorry, but I need you to come in to BAU. We just caught a case and I can’t a sitter for Jack so he’s here with me and-” the man would have kept rambling about the situation if you hadn’t cut him off.

     “No problem, Uncle Aaron. I’ll be there in 25 minutes.” You threw off your covers and began to walk over to your bathroom. 

     “You’re a lifesaver, thanks Y/N.” You hummed and he promptly hung up the call. You flipped on the light switch and saw that you had indeed looked like you had been dead for 5 years. You sighed and got to work. 

     You usually babysat Jack when Aaron was out of town for a case and your flat had become a second home for Jack. It wasn’t like that hadn’t happened before, him calling you about a case and needing you to watch Jack, no of course not. But he would usually call you a couple hours in advance or it would be during hours of the day when you were actually awake and running around. 

     You finished getting your hair to look quite decent all things considered and your teeth brushed and your face was washed. You decide to just throw a cardigan over your tank top and shorts and you made your way to the front door, grabbing your keys, phone, and some snacks for Jack as well as slipping on your strappy, tan sandals. 

     You locked your door and walked to the elevator on your floor and pressed the parking garage button. The elevator hummed as it went down and you yawned, stretching a bit as well.

     The doors dinged open and you made your way to your car and started to drive off. To keep your eyes awake, you played a classic rock station that was full of guitar solos and drum bangs that would surely keep you up. You pulled into a little drive through and got some coffees for yourself, your uncle, and his team as well as a hot chocolate for Jack.

     “25.96 is your total,” the cashier at the window said as you handed her your card. She was still ringing it up as she turned to you, “so, what’s got you up at 3 am and grabbing a shit load of coffee?”

     You chuckled lightly at her words, “babysitting emergency.” 

     She gave you a grin and handing you your card. “Well, good luck,” she said while handing you the holder for all the drinks as well as the drinks themselves. 

     “Thank you, have a good morning,” you said with a light smile.

     “Ditto.” She closed the windows and smiled as you drove off, you still had about 10 minutes to get to the BAU. Traffic was light which worked in your favor as well as living pretty close to the building. 

     You parked and started to get out with the coffees as you made your way to the entrance. You stepped inside as the security guards scanned you and checked the drinks and you were finally able to make your way up to the designated floor with a visitor pass.

     A woman with black hair came into elevator as well and you both exchanged good mornings and a light smiles. She was no doubt judging the outfit you were wearing, wondering where in the federal government you work that allowed you to come into work wearing your a sleep top and shorts as well as a big cardigan. 

     You both stepped out on the same floor and you made your way through the bullpen and straight to your uncle’s office.

     Emily watched you walk off and she furrowed her eyebrows, she had never seen you at the BAU before and now you were walking into her boss’ office with coffees and in your pj’s. “Do you know who that is?” she asked Spencer as he looked up from some paper work.

     “Who?” he asked as Emily discreetly pointed in your direction. Spencer furrowed his brows as he had never seen you before. He watched you walk up the small amount of stairs to Hotch’s office and noticed that you also had a visitor pass in you hand as well a some coffees. 

     “Spencer?” Emily said as he continued to watch you. “Reid!” she snapped in front of his face as he finally brought his attention back to Emily. He looked at her and quickly stole glances at you when he though she wasn’t watching. 

     She noticed. 

     Emily grinned at the younger man as he turned his attention back to Emily and blushed lightly, deciding to return to the papers in front of him, but not without sneaking another glance at you. 

     Your uncle opened the door and ushered you into his office where Jack was sleeping on the couch. “Thank you for coming,” his voice was quiet and you just smiled as he brought you into a hug. 

     “I got coffees for you and your team; needed one myself and figured you guys would want some too,” you whispered as Hotch smiled lightly and took the carrier from you. “So what happened?”

     “Missing child in Louisiana. He was over at a friends for a sleepover and was nabbed about an hour ago.” You nodded and frowned a bit as did your uncle.

     “Well, good thing they’ve got the best on the job,” you tried to lighten the mood as he held a closed lipped smile. “Don’t worry about us, we’ll be fine.” 

     He nodded his head and grabbed some files from his desk and headed to the door of his office. You smiled at him as he said his goodbyes to Jack, waking him. 

     Hotch closed the door and was met by the stares of his team, “we’ll have to brief on the plane. There’s been a missing child report in Louisiana so wheels up in 10.” The team nodded and started to pack up and get ready. “My niece got us all fresh coffee as well,” he walked down the stairs and put the tray on an empty table. 

     “Y/N’s here?” Morgan asked as Hotch nodded. “She is a lifesaver.”

     “My words exactly,” he said and walked away as the team went to grab the drinks. 

     You put Jack on your hip and started to walk out of the office. You closed the door and turned around as you were greeted by the warm smile of Derek Morgan.

     “Morning, Hotcakes,” he teased as you smiled widely. You walked down the stairs as he pulled you into a side hug seeing as Jack was clinging to your other side. You both pulled away as he started up again, “thanks for the drinks.”

     “Course, I figured you guys would be as tired as me,” you said nonchalantly as he nodded. You saw the other pairs of eyes on you and quickly introduced yourself, “sorry, i’m Y/N. Aaron’s niece.”

     They nodded at your words as Rossi made his way over to you. “Nice to see you again, Kiddo,” he hugged you the same way Morgan had and you smiled at the older man. 

     “Jennifer Jareau, but I go by JJ,” she stuck out her hand as you smiled at her and shook it. 

     “Emily Prentiss.” The raven haired woman did the same as JJ as she shook you hand and smiled.

     “Uh, Spencer Reid,” the taller brunette man told you as you shot him a small smile seeing as he didn’t offer a handshake. “I wasn’t aware that Hotch had a niece,” he said.

     “Oh, yeah. I moved out here a few months ago for Hotch and Jack,” you told them.

     “Where do you work?” JJ asked.

     “I’m a teacher at Philip Moore High School.”

     “Yeah, Miss. Y/N is the best history teacher,” Derek teased a you rolled your eyes with a small smile on your face. 

     “Alright, I better get out of your guys’ hair and get this little one out of here,” you told them as they nodded. “Good luck with the case.” You smiled at them and gave Morgan on last side hug before you were walking through the bullpen and towards the elevator. 

     Spencer watched as you went and felt a clap on his back from Derek. He whipped around and saw the older man smiling. “Somebody got a crush on the teacher?” he singsonged as Spencer’s cheeks flamed pink. 

     “From the minute I pointed her out to him,” Emily recalled as she chuckled a it, “the chatty doctor turns into a gaping teenage boy.” Spencer heard JJ snicker as he felt his cheeks heat up even further. 

     The door of the BAU opened as they all whipped around and saw Hotch standing with his go bag and some files, “lets go.”

***

     It was a few weeks later and the case had gone great from what your uncle told you. They had found the kid and caught the creep who took him within the 24 hour rule they set up. 

     You stood by a yellow school bus and held a roster of names in your hand. “Alright!” you yelled out as mostly all the kids quieted down. “I’m gonna let everyone sit where they want as long as the volume doesn’t get too loud, yeah?”

     There was a mix of yes’ and okay’s in the crowd of 25 or so sophomores. Today you were taking a trip to the nations capital, a tradition for this school. The kids would go see a historical museum and take a tour of the White House, then you all would eat lunch downtown and then the kids go to vote on whether they wanted to go to another museum or go see a historical show. 

     “Lets get going then.” The kids filed onto the bus as you marked the names to the faces. Your co-worker was standing next to you and handing kids their badges and name tags. 

     Once everyone was on the bus, you turned to the slightly older man. “Ready to go?” he asked you as you nodded. Both of you climbed on the bus and the kids quieted down as Mr. Greene opened his mouth, “Alright you all know the drill, no wondering off, no yelling or running, and stick with your partners!” 

     They all nodded and said a variation of yes.

     “I can take the middle if you want the front,” you told him as he nodded and you headed towards one of the benches you had put your bag on. A mix of girls and boys were around it and you were glad that you were on the younger side so that you could somewhat understand what they were talking about. 

     “Miss. Hotchner!” a boy called as you turned to face him. “Do you have any games for the ride?” This got the attention of the kids around you. 

     “Sure,” you started, trying to think of something to keep the teen engaged and interested. “Whoever can spot a red car with the letter q in the licences plate will get ice cream for them and their seat partner. Same thing goes for blue cars with a y.” The kids nodded and started conversing strategies on how they would do this. 

     You knew it was silly, but you would’ve loved if a teacher did this during your school trips. The bus started moving and you were soon pulling away from the school. 

***

     JJ walked into Hotch’s office, “We’ve got a case and need to go now.” He put down his pen and and grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair. 

     “Fill me in,” he said to JJ as he motioned for the rest of the team to get up. 

     “A bus full of high schoolers on their way to a field trip in DC. They never checked in to their morning tour or any other events. Parents can’t get a hold of kids and faculty can’t get in touch with the teachers on the trip.”

     “So it’s local. How long ago did the high school contact us?” he asked.

     “Not even 15 minutes ago,” JJ told him as he nodded. 

     “Let’s take the SUVs and set up at the high school,” he told the team as the nodded and grabbed their things and headed for the doors. They sped to the cars and split up; Hotch, Reid, JJ, and Morgan in one while Rossi, Emily, and Penelope were in the other. 

     “Alright,” JJ set up her phone so it was on speaker and connected to the other car. “26 kids and 2 teachers along with a bus driver were heading out for an annual field trip the school does for sophomores. No one on the bus has been able to be contacted and were supposed to be back at the school 45 minutes ago.”

     “What time did they take off?” Morgan asked.

     “7:15 am and their first activity was at 9:50 am which they never checked in for according to the museum,” JJ explained. 

     “Garcia,” Hotch started, “can you pull up the bus GPS?” 

     “On it, Sir!” she replied. They kept driving to the school and were within 7 minutes of the destination seeing as they had sped all the way there. The team talked more as Garcia was pulling stuff up. Hotch pulled into the school and payed no attention to the sign as they did so. 

     They hopped out of the car and were met with the principal who had a grief stricken face. “Thank you so much for coming,” he spoke, “James Randalf, I’ll take you guys to the room we’re set up in.”

     “SSA Aaron Hotchner,” he said as he stuck out his hand. The man shook it but held a weird look on his face. “What is it?” Hotch asked.

     “You said Hotchner?” he asked as Aaron nodded, “Any relation to Y/N Hotchner?”

     “Yes, she’s my niece. This is Philip Moore High School?” The principal nodded as they walked through the hallway. He opened to door for the team swiftly as he stepped in. 

     “She’s one of the teacher’s that was on the bus.” Hotch paled at the man’s words as the rest of the team did a double take. Spencer had been to immersed in the case file and hadn’t seen the name of the high school as they pulled up or he would’ve at least connected the dots a bit faster. 

     “Get started,” Hotch said as he pulled out his phone rung your number up. The phone stayed ringing and no one picked up as Aaron cursed under his breath. “Garcia I need you to get the GPS of this number,” Hotch read your number and thought to himself that you always kept your GPS on and he urged you to do it one day as you took Jack.

     “Just in case anything happens, alright?”

     “Nothing will happen to us, but okay,” you said with as smile as Jack giggled in your arms.

     “Got the location, Sir,” Garcia said as Hotch snapped out of the trance he was in. 

     “Call for a SWAT car. Morgan, Emily, Reid, Rossi lets go,” Hotch ordered as they all nodded and followed the man out of the building, all hoping to find you and the kids.

***

     “Everyone just stay calm!” the man yelled as he entered the bus with another man behind him. The bus driver reached for his walkie-talkie and the second man shot him right in his forehead. The kids around you were whimpering and crying as you tried to be discreet about your movements.

     You grabbed the pepper spray from you bag and put it down your bra as well as taking your small pocket knife and putting it in your shoe. Students looked to you as you held up a finger to your mouth and nodded at them, gesturing for them to listen and stay quiet.

     “We don’t want to hurt anyone else,” the first man started, “we just want everyone to stay calm and stay quiet. We won’t kill you.”

     “Phones now,” the second said as he came around with a sack as kids put their phones in. You kept your head down and did the same, he didn’t seem to realize you were a teacher. He walked back up the aisle and pointed his gun at Mr. Greene. “Red, up,” he said referring to the color of the man’s shirt. He instructed Greene to move the bus driver out of his seat and onto the side of the road. Once he was finished he stood back up and both men stepped outside and shot him as well as dumping the phones.

     You took this opportunity to turn to the kids next to you. “Only call me by my first name, Y/N,” you told them as they nodded, “pass it on.” They whispered to each other and you were pretty sure that all the students knew what to do now.

     They stepped back on the bus and one of the men got into the driver’s seat while the other stepped to the aisle at the front of the bus. “Everyone is gonna quiet up. You all are a special bunch, parents in high position, rich, and willing to do whatever they can to get back their precious children.” The other man laughed as he started up the bus. “If I see anyone trying to communicate with the outside I will not hesitate to blow your head off. No talking and we wont have a problem.”

     He sat where Mr.Greene did as the other man started to drive off. Some kids kept their heads down and others near you looked to you. You signaled that everything was going to be okay and that you would kept them safe. 

     There had to be a way to warn you uncle where you were going. 

***

     At the sight, the team found two bodies and all of the cellphones. Hotch cursed silently as did the rest of the team. Spencer walked up and down the road as something had caught his eye. He picked up a folded piece of paper and opened it carefully. 

     “Do you have something, Kid?” Morgan asked as he nodded and walked over to the agents. 

     He unfolded the note and showed them as Hotch spoke up, “that’s Y/N’s handwriting.”

     2 men, White. 5′11 & 5′9. 190 and 170 lb. Aggressive and passive. Friends.

     The note had the team smiling as you had been able to give a clue of what they had to look for. “Definitely a Hotchner,” Rossi joked as Aaron smiled lightly at the man’s words. 

     “Lets get this back to Garcia, see if she can get a match.” The team nodded at their section leader’s words. 

     Spencer held the note in his hand and smiled to himself, he had only met you once, but you were proving to be very resourceful as well smart. This made his small crush grow into a full blown one and now he just had to get you back.

***

     They had taken you all to an abandoned barn about 3 hour drive at top speed. They tied you all up and made you all sit as they quickly made their way to a van that was parked in the barn. They had taken the boys to another location and left the the girls in the barn.

     As soon as you heard the car pull away you looked around for any cameras and saw that their were none. Girls whispered to each other as you soon gained their attention, “everyone listen up,” their eyes where on you. “We are going to get out of here alright?” They nodded as you quickly assessed the situation. 

     “What are you going to do, Miss. Hotchner?” one of the girls asked.

     “Get out of these.” You took the pocket knife from your shoe and switched it open. “Here,” you said handing it to one of the girls, “cut these open.” She nodded and did as you told her. Soon the zip ties where off your hands and you took the knife back from her and cut the zip ties around your feet. 

     You quickly did the same to the rest of the girl as you were all free now. “We move together. If they come back I’ll hold them off and the rest of you run and get help. Get my uncle, his name is Aaron Hotchner and he works for the FBI. Take this,” you grabbed the pepper spray and handed it to one of the girls, “use it if you have a good shot and pick up anything you can defend yourself with.”

     They nodded and you lead the way out of the barn. The van was no where in sight and you were good to go. You started going a different path than the main road in as to avoid the men. 

     You were able to walk with the girls for a good couple hours as you soon saw a gas station. You walked in with the girls and told the man behind the counter your predicament, he was about to dial the police as the door opened and a man walked in. One of the men who kidnapped you all. 

     He shot the man behind the counter and the girls froze. “Thought you could get away that easy?” he said as you gripped the knife in you hand behind your back. He came closer and pointed the gun at you all. “Lets go!” he yelled as some of the girls flinched. He got closer as you were able to tackle him the the ground. 

     His gun went off and slid to the side as the girl watched you and him fight.  You were able to flip him on his stomach and grab the keys out of his pocket. You threw them at the girls direction and yelled, “go! Like we talked about! Get to a big city and don’t stop!” He manged to flip you over and push you to the ground as you gritted you teeth and saw the girls run out of the shop and to the van. 

     You kneed him in the sweet spot as he crumbled above you and you got up on your feet and went to the gun but were tackled to the ground as your face slammed down. He turned you over and held down your hands as he delivered a punch to your face.

     This went on for a while; you and him struggling and giving each other bruises that would hurt for days. You were finally able to knock him out, by slamming his head against the hard floor. 

     You stood up and took the gun and knife as you were able to make your way out of the store and to the little car sitting outside. You broke the passengers side window and unlocked the car and made your way over to the drivers side to hot wire the car. You fumbled with wires and finally got the car to start as you heard a chime from the store entrance. The man was coming out as you pulled out as he tried to chase you as you stuck the gun out your window and were able to hit him in the leg as he fell to the ground. All those times training with your uncle had finally paid off. 

     You knew it was stupid, but you couldn’t help but go back to the direction of the barn. You hadn’t seen any structures where they could’ve keep the boys and you had to get them to safety. You had promised them. 

***

     A white van pulled up to the front of the school about 2 hours after the BAU had gotten there. The girls filed out and made their way inside the building as they saw the cars parked out in front and figured their would be someone there. The doors were open and they walked in and were met with shocked faces of the staff. 

     The staff got the agents as they made their way to the front of the school. Aaron watched as the girls look around clearly nervous and distraught. “We need to conduct interviews now.” The team nodded as they each took one of the girls into a classroom. JJ gathered all the parents with daughters and told them the good news. 

     Spencer and Aaron sat with one of the girls. “Start at the beginning.”

     The girl told them about the barn and how you had gotten them out and then the walk to the gas station and how you had fought with the man as you told them to go and get help. “Do any of you know Aaron Hotchner? Miss. Hotchner told us to get him and he would know what to do.”

     “That would be me,” Aaron spoke as she nodded. 

     “She saved us and I feel so bad for just leaving her there, with that man,” she shuddered at the thought. “Do you think he killed her?” she whispered to them as both Spencer and Hotch paled at the thought.

     “I don’t think so,” Spencer spoke honestly, “Miss. Hotchner is very resourceful and you said she had the upper hand, right?” The girl nodded as Spencer smiled. “I’m sure she’s fine and you did just what she told you. You don’t have to feel guilty.” 

     She left the room and was soon reunited with her parents. 

     “We need to get to the gas station,” Hotch said as Spencer nodded. “Half of us will go there and the other half to the barn. We can have Garcia see if the car had GPS and if she can retrace where it’s been.”

     The team regrouped and Garcia was able to get 3 locations in the vicinity. They split up accordingly and headed out to the locations.

***

     You had scoped out a small building. It had no cars in front of it and was the the closest building to the barn you had been in earlier. You knew you could either go in guns a-blazing, but the man inside would have the kids as leverage and you knew you had to take him out as soon as possible or at least injure him. 

     You held the gun in your hand and quickly made your way to the building as you looked into one of the windows and saw the boys all tied up and the man sitting with as concerned look on his face. You devised your plan and figured it would be easier to lure him out. You walked back to the car and put pressure on the horn as it continued to make noise as the heavy stick pressing against it held.

     The man came out as you hid behind a tree and waited for him to have his back to you. Once this happened you fired your gun and hit him in the back of his leg. He dropped to the ground and his gun went forward. You ran over and picked it up as he cried out and started cussing at you. 

     “You stupid bitch! You’re gonna pay for this!” he screamed.

     “Sure, buddy,” you said in an amused voice. You put the guns down as you turned him on his back and took the branch for the car and hit his jaw with it as he passed out. You put it down and checked his pulse, still alive. You opened up the trunk of the car and held him in an army carry as you put him in the small space as you closed and locked the trunk. You jogged over to the building and opened the door to see around 17 teenage boys looking at you with more fear than you had ever seen. 

     “Miss. Hotchner!” one said as you smiled and got out your knife and began getting the zip-ties off of them. 

     “Is everyone okay? Anyone hurt?” They all said no to your question as nodded and finished getting everyone free.

     “What happened to the girls?” one boy asked. 

     “They are hopefully with my uncle and making sure someone comes for us soon,” you told them as they nodded. “You’ll all get the full story when we get out of here, okay?” 

     You lead them out of the small building and told them to stay there. They did as told as you brought the car over and made sure to keep an eye on the man inside if he did manage to escape. 

     After waiting for a hour or so in the dark, a black SUV pulled up along with a swat car. 

     “Everyone put you hands up, it’s alright,” you told them as you placed down the gun and knife and put you hands above your head. The boys followed in suit and you soon saw your uncle get out of the car.

     “Guns down! It’s just the kids!” he made his way over to you as you hugged him tightly. You groaned lightly as he pulled away. “Are you alright?” You nodded and gestured towards the kids as your uncle understood. 

     Spencer came over to you as smiled lightly at him. Your face was littered with cuts and bruises and even a bit of blood that was dried on your face. “Hey, Spencer,” you said as he smiled lightly. “There’s one of the douche bags in the trunk.” You pointed as he nodded at you words.

     “Can I get some cuffs and a guy over here!” he yelled out as he made his way over to the trunk. A SWAT guy had his gun up as you unlocked the trunk and the man tumbled out. 

     He immediately started yelling, “where is that bitch!” he lunged at you from the ground as the SWAT cuffed him and brought him into custody. You closed the trunk and swiftly sat atop it. You winced slightly as Spencer was quick to come by your side. 

     “You’re hurt,” he said frowning as you nodded at his word. 

     “Got thrown around a bit,” you joked. He quickly went over to the SUV and got back to you as he was now holding a first-aid kit. He set it down on the trunk and quickly got to work on your face. 

     You cuts had stopped bleeding by now, but they were still open and Spencer delicately wiped them down and placed a few bandages on your face. You swore he was blushing, but it was too hard to tell in the dark. 

     He finished cleaning up your face and Hotch quickly thanked him. You got into the stolen car as 3 of the boys got in with you as well as Spencer and he started to drive off to the school.

***

     Spencer pulled up to the school as you all got out of the car. Parents were waiting outside the car and the boys rushed to them as they all let out cries. You smiled at the sight and had also asked Spencer about the fate of the girls earlier and were grateful for that as well. You made your way over to a paramedic and she checked you out and quickly realized that you had in fact a minor dislocated your shoulder. 

     “Seriously?” you asked as she nodded.

     “It was probably the adrenaline that allowed you body to over look it. That with the other bruises all over your body, your mind probably thought it was just one of those,” she explained. “I’ll have to pop it back in place.” You grimaced and nodded as she made her way over to your side. 

     Hotch was by your side as you stuck out your hand and he took it. Some of the students were watching, worried for you. 

     “Big breath in,” she told you as you followed her instructions and she quickly popped it back into place. You shoulder cracked loudly and you yelped a bit and turned some heads. “Alright, you’ll have to treat it with care and it might swell, but you are good to go Miss. Hotchner.”

     “Thank you,” you told her with a light smile and you hopped of the back of the ambulance. Your uncle rubbed you back as you looked to him. “How’s Jack?” you asked as he smiled at your question. 

     “He’s fine. Will, JJ’s husband, is watching him.” You nodded at his response and made your way to the school as he still had to pack up some stuff. “I’m driving you home and don’t even think about coming into work tomorrow.” You laughed as he smiled at you. 

     “Miss. Hotchner!” Your name was called you looked to your uncle and quickly departed to got talk to the families. 

     “Is everything alright?” you asked the father as he nodded. 

     “We,” he gestured towards all the parents, “wanted to thank you for saving our kids and keeping them safe.” A few mothers and fathers were crying and kids were smiling at you lightly.

     “Of course, i’m just glad that everyone is okay,” you told them truthfully. A girl came up to you and hugged you tightly as more kids came up and eventually the whole class was in a big group hug as some of them cried a bit, you surely teared up. They pulled away when your uncle came out and you bid the adieu and goodnight as you made your way over to Hotch. 

     “Ready?” he asked as you walked to your car. 

     You bit your lip. “One moment.” You made your way over to the young doctor and tapped him on the shoulder as he whipped around.  “Spencer,” you spoke softly as he looked at you and paused on working on your face. “Would you want to get dinner on Friday?”

     Spencer looked at you with wide eyes and couldn’t help but smile widely at your question.         

     “It’s just, I almost died a few time today and I don’t want to do anything that  would regret, which would include not asking you out. I know it’s bad timing and it’s totally fine if you don’t want to and-”

     You would’ve kept rambling, but Spencer cut you off, “I would love to have dinner on Friday with you.” You smiled at the man as he smiled back and now you were sure of the blush on his cheeks. 

     “Cool, um, do you have a pen?” you asked as he nodded and fumbled to get a pen from his bag. You smiled at him and took his palm as you wrote out your phone number and handed it back to him. “See you on Friday.” You smiled brightly as he nodded. You pecked his cheek and turned around quickly and was met with a surprised look on your uncles’ face.

     Spencer blushed brightly and brought a hand up to his face to check if that had actually happened. Derek came up behind him and smiled widely as he clapped him on the back. 

     “Finally got the girl! Good job man!” Derek told him as he smiled widely and was met with happy smiles from the rest of the team.

     “Dinner on Friday!” he gushed as they cheered and clapped a bit. All happy that the man had gotten some good new for once. 

      Dinner on Friday.

[raindownforme]

Crush

Charlie Slimecicle x Reader [she/her used]

It had been hours since y/n had started her stream. At the beginning of it she’d been working on the origins SMP and grinding at gathering supplies and resources while everyone else was off doing other things. A few times someone had popped onto the VC she sat in, Niki had talked while eating dinner and Ranboo had came to recount his day, but otherwise she had remained alone in the beginning.

But it had been several hours since then. Now it was 3 going on 4 in the morning. She sat curled up on her gaming chair, her eyelids just barely staying open. She was exhausted, but she was determined to stay awake until someone else started streaming. To pass the time, y/n had been interacting with chat and reading aloud donations.

“Hello?” A voice came through her headphones and she jumped, nearly falling out of her seat. “y/n?”

“Oh! Philza!” He chuckled a bit. Her voice sounded light and she began to yawn halfway through her sentence. “How nice to see you. What are you doing up?”

“Well it’s roughly noon for me and I was about to start streaming.”

“Ah. Of course.” She began to tap at some buttons, readying to move around her audience.

“Have you been awake for long?”

“Yeah. But I had a few people visit me.” As the notification of Phil going live dropped, she sent everyone over with a wave. “Niki and Ran came by.”

“Aw you sound disappointed.”

“Well I wanted somebody to come by but I guess he was too busy.”

Philza laughed again. “Yeah? And who’s somebody?”

In her stupor she giggled and winked towards a camera that wasn’t on anymore. “I can’t tell you who I have a crush on.”

The man froze, watching his chat go by a mile a minute. They kept throwing names around, even if they didn’t make sense, and he knew this wouldn’t end up any where good if it progressed. “Is it alright if we talk about this later? Why don’t you get some sleep.”

She yawned and stretched. She slowly went to get out of her chair. “Alright dad. Goodnight. I love you.”

“Love you too.” The discord call made the familiar noise of someone disconnecting and y/n turned off her display. She went and slunk into her bed, nesting underneath the covers, and quickly drifted to sleep.

———

y/n woke up a few hours later. As she sat up the first thing she did was reach for her phone to see a missed call from Ranboo. She went to call back and he picked up almost immediately.

“You are so dumb.”

She groaned and wiped at the sleep in her eyes. “Can I be awake for five minutes first.”

“No actually. You’re trending on Twitter.”

She squinted, trying to recall anything. “Did I do something bad? Was it last night or....?”

“It wasn’t like. Bad. But it was last night. You told Phil on live that you have a crush on someone.”

She paused, feeling her face grow warm with embarrassment. “Did I say who it was?”

“No you didn’t.” She sighed and felt herself relax a bit. “But they’re trying to figure it out. You didn’t make it very hard.”

“Well I didn’t say a name.”

“Yeah so you let them pick from the six men your age who have been on this server. Like I said you’re dumb.”

She sat up and got out of her bed, letting Ranboo sit next to her on speaker. She went to her desk and booted up her computer. She pulled up twitch on one monitor and Twitter on another. Loading up the streaming site, she sorted through all of us Phil’s new clips to look for last night. She found it quickly and began playing it.

“Have you been awake long?”

“Yeah. But I had a few people come visit me.... Niki and Ran came by.”

“Aw you sound disappointed.”

“Well I wanted somebody to come by but I guess he was too busy.”

Philza’s laugh echoed through her monitor’s speakers. “Yeah? And who’s that somebody?”

“I can’t tell you who I have a crush on.”

The clip ended with Philza glancing wide eyed between the camera and his computer monitors. y/n sighed and looked over at her other monitor. Her twitch name was trending. She clicked on the tag and scrolled through countless tweets of clips of her and other boys from the Origins SMP. There were ones of her and Jack, her and Charlie, her and Wilbur, her and Sneeg, and even her and Tommy or Tubbo. She took the time to respond to ones of her and the younger boys, emphasizing that if anyone was going to speculate anything it wasn’t going to be with her and children.

“Ran, what do I do?”

“Ignore it? It’s not like you have an actual crush on any one right?”

She paused, chewing the inside of her cheek. “Ran..”

“Oh! Oh my god!” He started laughing and y/n could hear him fall from his chair onto the floor. He kept laughing as he got up. “Oh please tell me who it is-“

“No! I’m an adult! I don’t have crushes on boys.”

“Oh that is fake!” He kept laughing and y/n rested her head in her hands. “You know you might as well tell me who it is.”

“Yeah fucking right.”

“I’ll black mail you.”

“No you won’t!”

“I’ll show Tubbo your number and he’ll leak it.”

“To who.”

“The discord.”

y/n rolled her eyes. “Yeah yeah yeah. When are you getting on.”

“An hour-ish.”

“I’ll see you then.”

“Alright byeeeeeee.”

Ranboo ended the call and y/n sighed. If she told Ranboo who she liked, he’d eventually tell Tubbo, who’d eventually tell Tommy, until he told someone and so on so forth. They were teenage boys. It wasn’t a very lucrative group. And Tommy seemed to record with Charlie almost every week. It seemed impossible to get by without disrupting something.

y/n went on to busy herself around her home for the next hour or so, doing some cleaning and other chores that had to be done. When she finished, she made her way to her pc to begin recording. She wasn’t planning on a live stream today, but a recording session would still do her channel good.

As she sat to boot up Mojang, she pulled up discord on her second monitor. She saw the kids already in a call; Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo.

“Hey boys.” She slipped on her headphones as she entered the call, but they were all yelling.

“DON’T YELL AT ME.”

“I’L YELL AT WHOEVER I WANT WHEN I KNOW I’M RIGHT.”

“ARE YOU TOMMY? ARE YOU RIGHT?”

“Hi y/n.” Both boys stopped yelling as Tubbo pointed out that she had arrived. “Ranboo’s live by the way.”

“Thanks Tubbo. Are you guys on origins?”

“Yep!”

“Great, I’ll be on in a sec.” As she opened the world, she spawned somewhere she didn’t remember. It was dark around her, like she was swallowed by obsidian. “Uhhh, boys? I might be stuck.”

“I told you! I told you I was right! Chat tell Ranboo he’s an idiot!” Tommy started yelling again as Ranboo tried to tell him to shut up.

“That doesn’t explain why I’m surrounded by obsidian. I don’t have a pick!”

“Well, y/n,” she looked over to her discord call to see all the boys had their cameras on now. They all sat with their hands crossed while wearing sunglasses. Ranboo had his full mask on. Meaning he probably had camera on for his stream. Tubbo cleared his throat as he kept talking. “We have some questions for you.”

“If I answer can I get out of here?”

“If you answer honestly.” Ranboo leaned forwards a bit. “You told Philza Minecraft you had a crush on someone, correct?”

“Yeah. Sure. Might I add you’re all immature?”

“Is this crush, a man? Hmm?” Tommy tipped his sunglasses downwards slightly.

“Yes. How many more questions?”

“You’re not done. Is it someone on this server?”

“Does that matter Tubbo?”

“YES.” All the boys shouted in unison.

“Jeez fine. He has played on multiple servers, this could be one of them.”

Tommy slammed his fist on his desk. “HONESTY.”

“YES. HE IS.”

Ranboo gave a fake evil chuckle. “So it’s someone we know. A man we know. A gamer we know. One of us.”

“Yeah yeah.” y/n quickly pulled up twitch on her third monitor, making sure that he wasn’t watching Ranboo’s stream.

“Now y/n. I’m muted on my stream right now. Is it Wilbur?”

“Uhh…” He was there. He was watching the stream. Whatever she answered, he’d know.

“Wilbur! It’s Wilbur!” The boys started cheering as she realized that she didn’t quite answer. But as long as Charlie didn’t know the truth.

“Yeah. Can I come out now?” She watched charlie’s name disappear from the chat. In her game, Ranboo’s character came over to set her free from the obsidian.

“Thank you for your honesty.”

“Yeah no worries. I’ll see you later boys.” She logged out of the server and scooted away from the monitors. She knew she made a bigger problem for herself.

She walked over to her bedside table, taking her phone off the charge, and went to face time Wilbur. He picked up quickly, holding the phone extremely close to his face.

“y/n!”

“Are you streaming?”

“No not at the moment.”

“Great because I fucked something up.”

“Oooooh tell me.” Wilbur propped up his phone in front of him and took a drink of something in a mug.

“So the children- did you see the clip from Phil’s stream?”

“Absolutely. Continue.”

“They went and cornered me into telling who my crush is. And they said you and I was distracted so they assumed you-“

“Is it me?”

“No fuck off. But now everyone thinks it’s you and even worse, the actual person was watching! He thinks I have a crush on you and I don’t know if that’s good or bad.”

Wilbur nodded. “Well who is?”

y/n pursed her lips, thinking for a moment before admitting the truth out loud for the first time. “Charlie.”

Wilbur froze, then scrambled to pick up his phone. “I have to go.”

“WILBUR NO.”

The line went dead from Wilbur’s end and y/n groaned, chucking her phone against her pillows. She rubbed at her eyes with her palms, deciding she might as well continue recording.

y/n logged back onto the Origins server, keeping herself out of the active discord calls. She could see that the three boys were still in a call, and Wilbur was talking with Philza. She rolled her shoulders back, getting into the mindset to record.

“Hey everybody!” y/n went on start the recording, talking mostly to herself about finishing construction on her house. It was quite a tall house, built of mostly stone and cobble, but she was still proud of it. The bottom two floors were reserved for storage and mining, and there was one room of entirely water for Niki. The top floor was a large spread patio frames in by dark oak fencing with a glass roof surrounded by dark oak half slabs. Her being a skeleton in the game, having a vantage point helped her snipe enemy mobs. It was also conviennent for attacking creepers to get music discs. She had quite the collection growing already.

“Okay so if I-“ y/n paused, looking over at her other monitor. In the main chat of the Origins SMP server, Wilbur had a sent a singular message.

WilburSoot: dress formally for an event in 2 hours time hosted at the Pubé

y/n took a breath, a bit nervous of what that meant, but still responded to let him know she would be there. In the meantime, she continued on her video, taking the 2 hour period to build herself a lovely garden area and an additional storage area deep underground.

“Thank you everyone! I hope to see you all soon.” She ended the recording and took a breath. There were 15 minutes until Wilbur’s event, and she supposed she had to dress nicer than her pajamas.

A moment later, she returned to her computer wearing her favorite sweater and a comfortable pair of pants. Looking over at discord, she could see most of the Origins SMP members in a discord call together, excluding only Schlatt, Technoblade, and SMajor. She took a breath, thinking for a moment, then clicked into the call.

“Hello?”

“y/n!!!” Jack’s voice screamed through her headphones.

“Sorry he’s a bit loud.”

“OI. AM NOT.”

“Come down mate.” Philza cleared his throat. “y/n. Lovely to have you.”

“Thanks Phil.”

“Before we start, no one’s live at all.”

She paused cueing up the game, her mouse hovering over the server. “Before we start what?”

No one answered. Quietly, she entered the server and made her way to the Pubé.

“Welcome to event of the century.” Ranboo’s character jumped up and down. Every one stood in the Pubé facing her.

“Alright. And what kind of event is this?”

“A ball! With food and drink provided by Philza and music provided by Tommy.” Wilbur’s character ran over to the jukebox in the corner to show her.

“That’s lovely, Will. Was I supposed to be more dressed up?”

“I think you’re perfect as is.” Charlie’s character jumped up and down. She paused, trying to swallow the giddy feeling rising in her chest.

“Let’s begin! Tommy, the music?” Wilbur turned the the teen as he placed the music discs. y/n watched everyone pair off, leaving her and Wilbur alone. Wilbur walked over to her, hitting her playfully.

“Hey Wilbur.” y/n looked over as the two went into a separate call.

“y/n!!! How are you doing? Enjoying the party?”

“Well I haven’t been here very long.” She held her hands closed over her lap. “Wilbur, I feel like there’s something going on here.”

“It’ll be fine. Trust me?”

She sighed, a smile playing at her lips. “Fine.”

“Good.” She could hear the smile in his voice. “Maybe dance around a bit. I’m going to talk with Phil.”

They both left the chat, Wilbur entering a call of just him and Philza and y/n entering the main room. The music was still playing. Everyone seemed to have split off into groups, leaving her alone. She sat by herself, watching everyone mingle about. It was only her in the main call, leaving everyone else in groups, but it was nice. She turned her head to watch her second monitor, seeing Charlie move out of the call with Wilbur and Philza to the main room with herself.

“H-Hey there.” She watched Charlie’s small character bounce over to her. “How’s it hangin?”

“Oh. Uhm. Good I guess. It’s nice to see you back on the server.”

“Yeah I guess I haven’t played in a while. I mean I haven’t streamed that much either but I’ve been recording.”

“That’s nice!”

“Yeah. I mean I’ve been able to watch other streams though.”

y/n thought back Ranboo’s stream earlier in the day, knowing full well Charlie had been watching that one. “Right.”

“We don’t have to talk about it. I mean I know how you feel.”

“Oh. Oh no please tell me Wilbur didn’t say anything.” y/n rubbed at her forehead with the heel of her palms. Convincing the internet she was in love with Wilbur Soot had been a problem in its own, but Wilbur telling Charlie she had a crush on him? “Look Charlie I’m sorry I didn’t want him to tell you it’s just- god you’re so nice and funny and really cute and it’s a stupid crush I never wanted to ruin our friendship. I’m so sorry Charlie.”

The other end of the call was quiet for a moment, but then she head Charlie almost laugh. “You have a crush on me?”

The realization washed over like a tsunami. He’d been talking about the stream, Wilbur hadn’t said anything. “God no wait Charlie-“

“On me? You have a crush on me?”

“Okay now you’re just rubbing it in. I take it back.”

“You can’t take that back!”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want you to.”

y/n paused, a smile creeping on her face. “Are you telling me that you have a crush on me over a Minecraft server?”

“You said it first!”

She glanced over at the camera on her computer for a moment. “We could have avoided this the whole time?”

“I- yeah we could’ve.”

y/n giggled, resting her face in her hands. “Is this our first date then?

“No!” She could hear Charlie suck in a breath. “I mean, let me take you somewhere better. Just give me a few days?”

“Days? That’s speedy isn’t it?”

“Okay Maybe weeks. But I’ll take you somewhere. Anywhere. Trust me.”

“Of course.”

She could hear Charlie laugh on the other end of the call. “Until then, how much time do we have to make up for?”

She smiled, settling herself into her chair. “Charlie, more than you could ever think.”

[redrobin-detective]

From a young age, Jack Fenton wanted a life of adventure and excitement. Working on his family’s quiet farm in the middle of nowhere never sat right with him. Late one night, he sees something he can’t explain in the woods which sparks a lifelong passion for the supernatural. He worked day and night at various odd jobs once he was old enough in order to save up money for school. Pa and him had a huge row when he saw how much money Jack had saved over the years. That money could’ve bought new equipment, could have put food in his sisters’ mouths. But Jack held fast, he loved his family but he needed to find his own way and he wouldn’t find it here. As soon as he got his acceptance letter for his college of choice, he left the farm and never looked back.

Rooming with Vlad Masters was a struggle at first but his roommate’s intense desire to prove Jack wrong about ghosts eventually sparked a friendly continuing argument which just became friendly in general. Jack was too loud, too enthusiastic for everyone else, almost always the biggest and broadest guy in the room. Jack first met Maddie during college orientation, or rather he met her bountiful bushy red hair 3 rows up that his eyes kept wandering to. He met her properly when they got into an intense discussion of the use of the supernatural in fiction during literature class. Girls had never registered for Jack before, always seemed less interesting than his research. But Maddie, she like a revelation in and of herself. They continued their debate after class, into the dining hall where Vlad somehow got roped in. They exchanged phone numbers and continued their theories long into the night. They never really stopped.

Maddie was like the campfires Pa used to make when he was young. She was small and contained but with an all-encompassing energy that warmed everyone around her. He finally met his match with her, her enthusiasm encouraged his and vice versa. Her mind thought differently from Jack but in a complementary way, he did his best thinking when she was there to bounce ideas off of. As close as he and Vlad were, sometimes the whole world disappeared when Maddie was around. Vlad proclaimed his desire to date Maddie on a couple of occasions, asking Jack to back him up. Jack never knew how to answer, it should be okay as long as the two of them were happy and he and Maddie could stay friends. But he couldn’t just ignore that chemistry he felt when Jack’s eyes met hers.

 Vlad’s accident occurred not long afterwards, he was stuck in the hospital and forced to drop out of school their last semester. The guilt ate away at Jack but Maddie made things better. He danced with her for their last college dance, kissed her for the first time as they threw their caps into the air for graduation. Being with her was like being whole for the first time in his life. When he got down on his knee and asked her to be his lab partner for life, it was the best thing he’d ever done. They had something of a shotgun wedding, neither of them had two nickels to rub together both coming from poor families and a load of student debt. Jack couldn’t afford to rent a suit so he wore his hazmat suit, figuring Mads would get a kick out of it. When she walked down the aisle with her lab goggles on, he knew he’d found the one.

They moved to Amity Park, a peaceful but still bustling suburb an hour outside Chicago. In their research, they’d discovered several anomalies in and around the area that suggested it was a hot bed of paranormal activity. They bought a house and worked on making it their own. Maddie initially hadn’t wanted children, wanting to focus more on their work. Jack, however, had come from a big family and had wanted kids even when he’d been a kid. Many long discussions and time to settle and soon they had a beautiful daughter. He asked to name her Jasmine. His mother had loved the smell and kept it around the house growing up, even years later, the scent calmed him. Looking at the precious girl in his arms, he knew that she would be his new home.

Danny had been a little bit of a surprise. Him and Mads were content with their chatty, precocious daughter. They hadn’t even discussed having a second when they found out she was pregnant several months in. She hadn’t been symptomatic, Maddie fretted the rest of the pregnancy, worried she’s inadvertently harmed their child by exposing herself to chemicals. But everything turned out alright, Danny was born just fine, if a solid pound smaller than Jasmine. While Jazzy had wailed and wailed, Danny was a quiet baby, instead choosing to look around with wide, curious eyes. When he gripped Jack’s finger and brought it into his little mouth, Jack was smitten.

He loved being a scientist, a husband, but Jack especially loved being a father. Maddie said he never quite grew out of being a kid and he agreed with her. The sound of his daughters delighted screams as he ran around the house with her on his shoulders. The beaming smile Danny gave when Jack held him up high so he could be closer to the night sky. He loved his work, an obsession he was more than willing to admit, but his heart truly lied with his family. Jack could have lived an eternity in those early days when his children looked up at him like he could do no wrong. Of course, it wouldn’t last. Children grew up, socialized and learned that ghost hunting wasn’t the cool, legitimate profession they’d believed. His kids loved them but there was a separation that hadn’t existed before, a disconnect of a passionate farm boy searching for the unknown to modern kids who didn’t understand what it meant to to crave understanding.

Maddie was the one who shopped the idea of working on the portal again. Jack had been skeptical at first, it had been his dream but after what happened with Vlad and with the kids still living in the house... But Vlad was fine now, on his way to being a millionaire the last Jack heard and his thirst for knowledge couldn’t be quenched. It took years to draw up the schematics and begin building. The process was slow, made slower by Maddie going back to school for her second degree in psychics, by losses of funding, taking shady government contracts to put food on the table. When he saw the sad, hungry looks on his kids’ faces when they had discount TV dinners, he finally understood his father’s anger over Jack selfishly hoarding money for college. But years of blood, sweat and tears saw the fruition of their dreams completed.

The portal hadn’t worked right away to his immense disappointment only to miraculous start up when him and Maddie weren’t looking. Danny started acting sick immediately after, enough to scare the hell out of Jack. Visions of Vlad’s ecto-scarred face and the sounds of him vomiting up blood and ectoplasm haunted him. Not his Danny, not his sweet boy. But Danny recovered and things seemingly went back to normal. They say hindsight is 20/20 but Jack will curse himself until the day he died for not seeing the signs until it was spelled out for him. He knew Maddie and him were unconventional but he tried to foster love and trust in their home. The idea that his son didn’t think he could come to them for the dramatic changes the portal had done to him, that he was scared of them. Jack wept heartily at the thought of how he’d failed, that he’d been the sort of prejudiced, uninterested father like his Pa had been.

So he’d gotten down on his knees, making himself smaller and less threatening to his boy - he was so tall now, when had that happened - and asked for another chance. Danny, always too kind for his own good, forgave them. He said it before Jack believed he meant it but it was the biggest relief he’d ever felt in his life to have the opportunity to make things right. It was hard, erasing decades of biases. To not jump when Danny acted a bit too ghostly, to not to correct him when his boy made some comment on ghosts that Jack disagreed with. But he listened and he learned and even though his heart was already fit to burst, he found more love in his heart for his son. His son, who carried a heavy burden with dignity and grown into twice the man Jack was when he hadn’t been looking. Jazz too was paving her own way forward with the same zeal and intelligence that Jack admired so in Maddie. 

His wife, his friend, his lab partner for life stood by his side as their children left home to change the world. When he was young, Jack dreamed of excitement, of never-ending exploration and fearsome battles. He got all of that, and more, but he also found something else. Jack found people who loved him for all his eccentricities, who he felt free to be as loud as silly as he desired. He raised two beautiful children who he loved more every day and who he knew loved in return. He wished he could tell his younger self that while excitement put hair on your chest, his Ma and Pa had been right in that family was something worth investing in. Jack Fenton made staggering advancements to the field of ectology over the years but his greatest accomplishment, should you ask him, would be living his best life with the woman of his dreams and their children.

[primergon]

KINDA ANGSTY SCENARIO REQUEST: how would the tfp bots or cons (or both if you can) be at raising their child after loosing their human conjux, how would the loss affect them and the way they take care of the kid(s)? (sorry for any grammar mistakes, English is not my first language)

A/N: Thank you for sending this in Anon! Don't worry about your english, it's really good ! I'm going to the Autobots for your ask and if a lot of people enjoy this then I'll make a part two with the Decepticons! I hope that's alright <3

1. Whether it was under the influence of the matrix or not, Optimus had always wanted a sparkling. There were stories of how the matrix encourages its bearer to create life, a survival instinct crafted by the old gods to ensure that the Cybertronian race persevered. Yet even when he was still an archivist, Orion had always wanted to raise a bitlet. Therefore, even if he grieves over the loss of his conjunx, he was still the doting father. Even if Optimus was constantly torn between his responsibilities as both a leader and a father, he always seemed to make time for both. He would teach them the alphabet and read them bedtime stories, and Optimus was an expert in balancing discipline and encouragement since he used to take young soldiers under his wing. There was a familiar ache against his spark when he realizes the baby had inherited their carrier's optic colour. Whenever the sparkling cries at night, he would scoop them up in his arms gently. Cooing and rocking the little bitlet until they fall asleep. Whenever things get too difficult for Optimus, he would always look up to wonder if his conjunx is watching them. It warms his spark to know that his little sparkling will grow up just to be like their carrier. It gives him all the more reason to win this war.

2. Your death change Bumblebee. Even after the war ended and he had his voice back, it was as if the light inside him had dimmed. He turned quiet and mostly kept to himself. If it wasn't for the little sparkling you both had together, Bumblebee wouldn't have healed properly. He pushed himself to continue for your bitlet's sake, always striving to be the best father. He often seeks Optimus for advice, and when he wasn't there, Arcee and Bulkhead were more than happy to help out. Even Ultra Magnus is open to giving the Scout advice. The war sometimes makes people forget just how young Bumblebee was. He was old enough to have children of course, but he was way too young to be widowed. And so he and his sparkling learned from one another, and parenthood was a different kind of challenge for him. But the moment the baby wraps their little hand around his finger, Bumblebee knew that all the sleepless nights were worth it. He just wished you were here to see the little sparkling fall asleep against his arm.

3. Bulkhead didn't hide his grief. He would openly talk about you to his sparkling, trying to hold back tears as he remembered all the good memories you shared. He was an excellent father, even if he sometimes doubts it. Wheeljack would often remind him that he's doing amazing, even offering to babysit the bitlet while Bulkhead gets some rest. The wrecker often gets angry at the world for being unfair, for taking you away from him, from your baby. Going as far as to punch holes into the metal walls of the base. Yet, the gentle giant made sure his sparkling would never see that side of him. Always affectionate and attentive to the bitlet that reminds him so much of you. Miko would let the bitlet sit on her lap, playing with her while Bulkhead watches nearby. He often visits your grave with the baby, talking to you as if you were there to listen - and Bulkhead knows, somewhere up there, you were listening.

4. Angry. Arcee was upset, frustrated and so very angry. The world keeps on taking and taking from her. It broke her heart to know that her bitlet would grow up in such a cruel world. Yet, the moment she looks into their eyes and sees a reflection of you in them, Arcee made a promise to make sure that no hurt will ever come to her sparkling. It's funny how she used to tease June for being a helicopter mom because Arcee is no different. She's protective, sometimes too protective of the baby. Always worrying every five minutes even after Ratchet had ordered her to get some sleep. She doesn't trust anyone outside of team Prime with her child, and even if they wanted to hold the baby she would have to be close to keep watch. Jack would often watch over them, entertaining the gibberish coming out of their mouth. It warms her spark to know that even under all that loss, she still has love left inside of her. And she swore to give it all to the sparkling in her arms. Not a day goes by without her thinking of you.

5. Even if it wasn't his fault, Ratchet couldn't stop blaming himself for it. The memory of your death playing over and over again in his processor. It made him feel unworthy of the baby in his arms. He doesn't show his grief, but underneath that exterior, Ratchet was crushed. There was a multitude of emotions overwhelming him, sadness, regret, worry, anger, pain - so much pain. The hurt only goes away when the baby laughs. That gave him the push to pull himself together. Ratchet is naturally idealistic, he sets high standards for himself to cope with your absence. He became preoccupied with taking care of the baby, and if he wasn't, he was reading on how to become the ' best father.' Optimus has to constantly remind him that we cannot create the perfect parent out of a test tube. Every mistake made Ratchet feel ashamed, yet he accepted the fact that parenthood was all about learning. He wasn't religious, but Primus does the old mech feel blessed to have the baby in his arms.

6.Smokescreen still couldn't fully accept your death, stuck within this loop of bargaining and denial. It pained everyone around him to see Smokescreen so torn. The only thing that kept him grounded was the Sparkling. He loves how they remind him to stay cheerful, giving him hope even when he can barely smile. He remains optimistic for your baby's sake, knowing he still has so much to learn about being a sire. Smokescreen wasn't a perfect parent, mistakes naturally occur, but what makes him a great parent is that he tries to be better. He was maturing into a better person because of his child, achieving the best version of himself through fatherhood. Eventually, he knows he should move on from the grief, but just because Smokescreen decided to accept your death for the sake of your child doesn't mean he forgot about you. He knows that you'll always be in his spark. He wonders if you're proud of him.

7.Being a father was not something Wheeljack had predicted for himself. He had always seen himself as a lone mech, never grounded to one place. It was just heartbreaking to see that when he finally decided to build a home with you, the universe had other plans. Wheeljack guarded his emotions and kept to himself because he doesn't want to get hurt, so your death made him withdrew even more. He was angry at himself. Yet when he held the sparkling in his arms, Wheeljack realized that they needed him more than ever. He doubts he'll make a good father, but Team Prime was more than willing to help him. Bulkhead gave him a lot of pointers on how to care for the baby, even Ultra Magnus had offered some advice. Fatherhood helped him heal and at the same time, it made him realize that he still has a home. As reckless as Wheeljack was he's protective towards his baby. He only begins to cut himself some slack when Arcee compared him to Ultra Magnus. Wheeljack knew children were different from assembling ships. There was no manual. He struggled a lot, but through time and a lot of patience, he was happy to see that his sparkling grew into a mini version of himself. They remind him so much of you and Wheeljack wished you were there to see him now.

8.Ultra Magnus lives a life of fighting. Even before the war, he was already part of the military. As the leader of the Wreckers and the Autobot's second in command, Ultra Magnus has to make sure he has nothing to lose. He cannot afford any kind of liability that would hold him back. Therefore, when he lost you, he couldn't help but beat himself up for it. He feels responsible for putting you in such a dangerous position, even if your death had nothing to do with him. A common misconception is that Ultra Magnus doesn't feel, but in reality, he feels too much to the point where your death pushed him into drinking. Ultra Magnus has a hard time allowing himself grief, so once he does, he loses control for the first time in his life. The main reason he sobered up was that he knew he had a child to look after. He was attentive and observant, always providing for the sparkling whenever it cries or gets hungry. Yet, a baby is nowhere near one of his subordinates. Even if he's aware of this, he sometimes still finds himself stuck in difficult situations. The commander has a hard time asking for help, but thankfully those around him were more than willing to help out. Ultra Magnus was a strict parent. He often grows too protective of his child. The thought of losing someone after you was unbearable. However, with a little reminder here and there, Ultra Magnus had managed to raise a wonderful child. Ultra Magnus would often take a look at the holo-picture of you he keeps in his subspace and feel proud. He was happy to see that his child took after their carrier.

A/N : I hope this was what you wanted Anon <3

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You Matter To Me

Coda to 15x19

Wc: 2k, Tags: fluff, pie, happy ending, first kiss

Also on ao3

It’s been three weeks since they won, but Dean still isn’t happy.

He’s been driving around the country, searching for something he knows he won’t find. The thing he wants that he knows he can’t have. He lost his chance.

Eventually, he ends up at a diner.

Lulu’s Pies, it says in softly glowing neon cursive above the building.

The bell above the door chimes as Dean pushes it open and steps inside. It’s pleasantly warm compared to the cold night outside, but Dean still feels cold. At least on the inside.

He heads to the bar and sits down on one of the stools.

With a cursory and habitual glance around the diner, he realizes he’s the only one here. At least the only customer.

That makes sense, he supposes. It’s barely 3 AM and the diner is plopped in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. The only other signs of life in the area are the long winding road outside and the shitty old gas station a few miles back.

To be honest, Dean doesn’t quite know why he came here. Maybe he needed a break from the drive.

He wanted to get some pie - the place was literally named for its pies - but that was mainly out of habit rather than actual desire. It’s been hard to want any of the things he used to enjoy, not since…

He cuts off that train of thought with a scowl to himself.

The waitress, a sweet looking woman with long, wavy, dark blonde hair and deep blue eyes approaches Dean from the other side of the bar. “What can I get for you, sugar?” she asks with a warm voice, rich with a soft southern accent. It reminds him, inexplicably, of his mother.

“I-“ Dean stops. “I don’t know,” he admits quietly.

The waitress, Jenna, according to her name tag, smiles sympathetically. “That’s alright,” she says sweetly. “It can be hard to know what you want, especially when you lose someone dear to you.”

Dean frowns. “How did you-” He begins.

Jenna smiles sadly at Dean. “There are some things a mother just knows, and heartbreak is one of them.” Her eyes are understanding, and painfully blue - too close to Castiel’s eyes for comfort. Dean looks away. “You look like you could use a slice of pie,” she says, handing him a paper dessert menu, specifically made for this week. “They’re all made from scratch, and made from the heart. Take all the time you need, honey. I’ll be back with a cup of coffee for you, it’s on the house.”

Jenna’s words soothe something raw and stinging inside Dean, and he offers her a small smile as she heads back into the kitchen.

He looks over the menu with a tired sigh. Not too long ago, Dean would’ve killed to eat here. All the pies sound awesome, and something about the waitress makes it very clear she puts effort into her pies.

Still, his heart isn’t really in it.

When Jenna comes back with a mug of coffee and a smile, Dean nods thankfully, but shakes his head when she asks if he’s ready to order. “I just- I need more time,” he says.

He isn’t just talking about the food. Not anymore.

Jenna nods. “Just give me a call when you’re ready, hun,” and then she’s gone.

Dean isn’t really sure how long he sits there, staring blankly at the dessert menu, coffee warming up one of his hands, his soul feeling achingly empty.

He's snapped out of his stupor by the sound of the bell above the door chiming to indicate someone else entering.

Dean’s eyes are glued to the menu still, reading the blurb under Heartbreak Pie. It's a black bottomed cherry pie, and the picture stops him.

He hears footsteps walk over, but he ignores them. They come closer until the stranger sits down on the stool to the right of Dean.

Dean feels irritation flash through him briefly, the diner is completely empty, and Dean’s positive he’s radiating “leave me alone” vibes, but for some reason the stranger decides to sit next to him anyway.

The irritation is gone as fast as it appeared however, Dean just doesn’t have the energy. Not anymore.

A couple days after they’d won, after Jack had left and Sam had reunited with a newly brought back Eileen, Dean had broken down in the bunker.

He’d lost it a little, had cried and cried and cried for days. Begging and pleading and praying. But Cas hadn’t come back.

Not long after, the sadness had turned to anger. Anger at Cas, for making the deal in the first place. For loving Dean so much it killed him. For telling him and then leaving before Dean could say it back. Anger at Jack, for dying and causing the deal, for becoming God and not bringing Cas back, for leaving Dean just like Cas had, just like Sam.

But mostly, Dean had been angry with himself. For not saying it back when Cas told him, for just standing there, for being the reason Cas died, for being too stubborn and too scared to say anything sooner, back when he’d had the chance. He was angry at himself for not being everything that Cas apparently thought he was.

Those few days were fueled entirely by anger in Dean’s opinion. He knew, deep down, that the anger was caused by love, but he didn’t want to think about that. Because if Cas was right, if he was right about Dean then there really wasn’t any good reason why Dean had never said anything.

Those few days were fueled entirely by anger. He knew, deep down, that the anger was caused by love, but he didn’t want to think about that. Because if Cas was right, if he was right about Dean then there really wasn’t any good reason why Dean had never said anything.

Nowadays though, Dean just felt numb. He drives around in Baby with the hopes of bringing something back into his life, but nothing helps.

He almost missed it, he was so lost in thought, and he barely caught the tail end of Jenna asking the stranger what she could “-get for you, dear?”

“I’ll have a slice of cherry pie,” came the low and gravelly voice, and Dean’s heart stopped, “and a slice of apple pie for my friend here,” Castiel finished.

Dean could barely hear Jenna’s acknowledgement and departure over the sudden ringing in his ears and the unavoidable bloom of hope in his chest.

He wants to look over, he does. He wants to see for himself if it really is Cas. Or if he's finally going crazy. But he can't move. He's frozen in his spot.

And then Cas’ hand comes to rest on Dean’s shoulder, right where his handprint had been, both as a scar that was no longer there, and as a bloody stain on a jacket Dean kept in the trunk of the impala for safekeeping. That movement, that touch, it was undeniably Castiel, and it forced Dean into action.

He turns his head, and looks his best friend in the eyes for the first time in what feels like forever.

And it's Castiel. Undoubtedly. He has the same messy hair, the same stubble, the same beautiful blue eyes, same dirty trench coat, the same stubbornly crooked blue tie.

“Cas?” Dean croaks, voice wobbling, painfully close to cracking.

Castiel smiles softly and the sight of it brings endless relief to Dean. And when Cas responds with, “Yes. Hello, Dean.” The relief doubles until it floods over Dean so completely his hands begin to shake.

“Cas,” he starts, voice trembling almost as much as his hands. “I- you- how-?”

“Oh look, our pie,” Cas says, cutting Dean off as their slices of pie are placed down in front of them.

“Cas, listen-” Dean begins quietly.

“Dean,” Cas interrupts. “We’ll have plenty of time to talk, I promise. Just eat your pie.”

And maybe, some other time, Dean would’ve been worried, would’ve been suspicious over Cas’ clear redirection. But he isn't. Because Castiel’s eyes are earnest and honest.

And Dean suddenly understands. Cas doesn't want to talk about it yet. He doesn't know how Dean is going to respond. He wants to have this first, just a quiet, peaceful moment.

So Dean nods, and begins to eat his pie.

It is really good pie, especially a regular apple pie, and it's probably the best apple pie he’d had in years. Mentally, Dean decides to give Jenna a large tip.

He’s halfway through eating his pie when he can’t do it anymore. Not with the way he could feel Cas watching him contentedly, fondly.

“Cas, listen, I-”

“It’s alright, Dean,” Cas says, cutting him off again, but Dean can’t be mad at it. He just needs to keep going.

“No,” he says sternly, looking stubbornly down at his half-eaten slice of pie. “No, it’s not Cas. It’s not alright, and I need to say this.”

He looks back up at Cas and waits for his response. When Cas nods in understanding, Dean takes a deep breath. He closes his eyes to steady himself briefly before opening them back up and looking Cas in the eyes. “Cas, I love you,” Dean says quietly. “You gotta know I love you too.”

Cas’ eyes widen slightly before his expression softens to something so fond it would probably make Dean uncomfortable had it been coming from anyone else. “I know,” he says with a smile that’s almost a grin.

“You kno-?” Then Dean gets it. “Oh you little shit,” he laughs. “You did not know, you don’t get to Han Solo me, you asshat,” Dean says with a wide grin.

Cas chuckles and the sound warms Dean up from the inside out. “My apologies, Dean. It seemed fitting and I figured you’d appreciate it.” Cas ducks his head slightly, avoiding eye contact, though he’s still smiling.

“Hey,” Dean says, and he reaches out and grabs Cas’ hand. “There’s no need to apologize, man.” Dean’s grinning too, and, distantly, he figures he should probably make an effort to stop calling Cas “man” and “buddy”, considering the fact that he’s in love with the stupid angel.

Cas’ smile widens and he looks back up, meeting Dean’s gaze as he turns his hand over and laces their fingers together almost hesitantly.

The flood of warmth the action brings Dean, as well as the hesitation in Cas’ eyes, brings Dean to squeeze their hands automatically, reassuringly.

All the hesitance in Cas’ expression melts away, and he practically beams at Dean. “You should finish your pie, Dean,” he suggests softly.

“So should you,” Dean points out.

Cas chuckles again and shakes his head. “It only tastes like molecules to me. I’ll get a to-go box for it and you can finish it for me later,” he says, and the ‘later’ in that sentence fills Dean with joy.

They aren’t over. There’s going to be a “later” for the two of them.

He grins at Cas and squeezes his hand before turning back to his delicious pie.

It’s after he finishes it that he gets an idea, and he grins. “Hey Cas, you wanna taste it? It’s pretty good.”

Castiel frowns and does his confused little head tilt that Dean has always secretly found unbearably cute. He realizes, suddenly, that he doesn’t have to keep that a secret anymore, and the thought makes him smile.

“Dean, I don’t understand,” Cas says slowly, “there isn’t any pie le-” and then the look on Dean’s face must sink in, because he cuts off with a slowly growing and a little shy smile. “...yes,” he says finally. “I would like a taste.”

“Good,” Dean says, and then he reaches over with both hands, wrapping one around Cas’ arm and cupping the back of his neck with the other as he pulls his angel into a kiss.

Castiel melts into it, and Dean feels a little like he’s glowing from the inside out, he’s so happy.

When they pull away, Dean is still grinning. “Well?” he says. “Did you like the taste?”

Cas is wearing a matching grin. “Hmmm,” he says with mock thoughtfulness. “I’m not sure, I think we should do it again, so I can have another taste.”

God, Dean is in love.

They meet again in the middle for another kiss.

Dean’s face almost hurts from smiling so much after such a long time of not smiling at all. And he knows, as they hold each other close in the pie diner, that they have the rest of their lives to spend together.

And Dean is happy.

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