#when hes generally known to be calm n collected but immediately switches up at the sight of somwone they like

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Pick Up The Pieces

Opie Wintson x F!Reader

Request by Anon: Opie being gutted when he finds out Lyla doesn't want more kids, cheats on her with his best friend who actually turns up preggo. I feel like it could be a angst, smut, fluff combo. Idk thank you!

Warnings: language, angst, cheating, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, pregnancy, (this really really has it all my friends)

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: While it is usually against my moral code to inflict pain on my lumberjack husband, I got pretty into this. I hope this is what you had in mind! xo

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You heard the knock at the door and you instantly became confused. It was late on a Friday night and your place wasn’t exactly known for being a party spot. Case in point, you were bundled up in a fluffy bathrobe with a bowl of popcorn and a bottle of wine while watching He’s Just Not That Into You for the millionth time. You tightened the belt of your robe as you stood up and made your way to the door.

Looking through the peephole, you see Opie standing on the other side of your door. It was too dark to get a good look at his expression, but if he was showing up by himself on a Friday night you had to assume that he wasn’t in the best of shape.

Unlocking the door, you opened it and greeted him with a soft smile, “Hey, Ope.”

He didn’t even have it in him to muster a smile, “Hey. Sorry to just show up like this.”

You shook your head as you gestured for him to come inside, “No need to apologize. My door is always open for you,” you shut and locked it once he came inside, “What’s going on?”

Opie towered over everyone, yourself included, but he looked so small as he stood in the middle of your living room. His head hung low, his shoulders slumped, and you could see the defeated look on his face. You stepped in and hugged him, pressing yourself tight against his chest. His arms looped tight around you and rested the side of his head against yours. You felt his chest rise and fall slowly as he took one deep breath after another, trying to keep it together.

“You can talk to me, you know,” you stayed leaning against him, “Did something happen?”

There were a million different things that it could be. The club had been a mess lately, you knew that things with him and Lyla had been rocky, and then there was the hot mess express that was his family. There were a lot of different things to choose from, you just wondered what had him in such a hurt place.

“Shit with Lyla,” he mumbled against your hair.

You sighed quietly, disappointed but not surprised. You had no problem with Lyla—she seemed like a sweet woman. She was a good friend to the club and she was good with her kid and Opie’s. But you always had the feeling that Opie was trying to fit a square peg into a round hole with her. He wanted things to work but he also wanted her to change, which wasn’t fair to either of them.

“What happened?”

“She doesn’t want kids. Never bothered to fuckin’ mention it,” he shook his head, “Lied about being on birth control.”

You couldn’t hide your surprise. Usually, women who hooked up with the guys lied about being on birth control meaning they said they were on it when they weren’t, not the other way around. But it really shouldn’t have surprised Opie, especially given Lyla’s line of work.

“I’m sorry,” you told him.

He shook his head, “Don’t be. It’s not your fault. You told me from the jump that it wasn’t going to work.”

You pulled back from him, “That’s not what I said. I said it was going to take some work.”

His laugh was hollow, “Right.”

You let your arms drop back to your sides, “Take your boots off, stay awhile. I’m only like twenty minutes into my movie if you wanna join me.”

He looked at the screen and instantly knew what you were watching, which he hated admitting, “You never get tired of this one, huh?”

You shook your head, “Nope,” you walked to the kitchen and grabbed a second wine glass, “I don’t have any beer. Wine alright?”

He chuckled and nodded, “I’ll take whatever you got.”

You walked back over to the couch and sat down next to him, handing over the glass as you did. He picked the bottle up off the coffee table and poured himself a generous glass, immediately taking a long drink out of it. You were so used to seeing Opie with either a beer bottle or a shot glass in his hand that it was a bit of an amusing switch-up to see him sipping on Moscato.

“You wanna talk about it?” you’d been friends with Opie long enough to know that sometimes he just needed to brood about things for a bit before having a discussion about them. You still always offered the option, though.

He shook his head, “No.”

“Wanna watch Justin Long get his world turned upside down with me?”

He chuckled, nodding, “Sure.”

You leaned onto his side as you pulled your feet up underneath you. It had been a while since the two of you had gotten to spend some quality one-on-one time with each other. You wished that it hadn’t been brought on by him being so upset, but nonetheless you were glad that he still considered you someone that he could lean on.

“Thank you,” he said after a few minutes of silence, draping his arm around your shoulders.

You nodded, “Of course. Listen, I have movie night here with myself every Friday night. You’re always invited.”

He chuckled, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

You felt him press you tighter against his side, “I really am sorry, Opie.”

He sighed, “It is what it is. Just gotta…pick up the pieces I guess.”

You turned and looked up at him, and despite the fact that he sounded calm and collected, you could see it in his eyes how hurt he was. He’d always been a family man. In your eyes, he was a family man who got put in the wrong life, but there was nothing to do about that now. He was being forced to juggle it and figure it all out. Learning was tough.

“You’ll figure it out,” you nodded as you reassuringly rested your hand on his chest, “You always do.”

Behind the tears and underneath the sadness, you could see something else in his eyes. You ignored it, not wanting to make a bad situation worse. You pulled away, clearing your throat as you poured yourself another glass of wine. You offered the bottle to him, and he gladly accepted it and refilled his glass.

You found yourself curled comfortably against his side again, pretending not to notice that his hand had slid down to rest dangerously low on your hip. You could feel the slight pressure of his fingertips through the fluff of your robe. You fought to stay focused on the movie but it was difficult when you could feel him staring down at you.

“Something you wanna talk about?” you finally asked.

Despite the look in his eyes, he shook his head, “No.”

“You sure?”

You saw his eyes dart down and look at your lips, and instantly the heat began to rise in your face. You knew that he was just lost and hurting, and that you were just full of liquid confidence, but part of you was telling you that it wouldn’t be the end of the world. If there was anyone you could maintain a friendship with after a hookup, it was Opie, right?

“You’re beautiful.”

You chuckled, trying to pretend that you were less flustered than you really were, “And you’re full of wine.”

He reached out and cupped your chin when you went to turn away, forcing you to look at him, “I mean it,” his hand slid up so that it was resting on your cheek.

You placed your hand over his, “This isn’t what you need right now, Ope,” it killed you to say it but you knew that it was true.

“Please,” it was the most broken you’d heard his voice sound in a while.

That, and the look in his eyes, wiped away what little self-control you had left. You gave him a slight nod and he instantly leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. You’d imagined kissing Opie a thousand times, even if you didn’t want to admit it, but it never went quite like this. It was desperate, like he was trying to fill a void, and you let him try. His hands cupped either side of your face and you reveled in the feeling of the roughness of his hands against the soft skin of your cheeks.

His hands dropped, gripping onto your hips and maneuvering you so that you were straddling his lap. You kept your lips pressed to his as you tore the beanie off his head, letting his hair fall down to his shoulders. You raked your fingers through it as you bit down lightly on his bottom lip, causing him to wrap his arms tighter around you.

He pulled his lips off of yours, letting them slide down to your neck. You tilted your head back to give him better access, a soft moan escaping your lips as he began to untie the belt of your robe. He pushed it down off your shoulders and let it drop to the floor. He drank in the sight of you in nothing but your bra and underwear, hands exploring all of the newly exposed skin that he had access to.

You lifted the bottom hem of his shirt, tossing it off to the side. You gawked at his tattoos, the muscles that flexed throughout his chest and shoulders. You’d seen him without a shirt on countless times, but being able to look and being able to touch were two completely different things. You lightly traced your fingers along the tattoos that covered his skin, but your admiration time was cut short as he pulled you into another needy kiss, reminding you what this was all really about.

His tongue ran along your bottom lip as he pulled your panties to the side, tracing one finger along your folds. You shuddered and moaned into his mouth at the contact, wordlessly begging him for more contact. Your nails dug into his shoulders as he slid his finger into you, moaning at how wet you already were.

You bit down hard on his bottom lip as he slid another finger in to join the first. You hungrily moved against his hand, desperate for any and all contact. His other hand rested on the back of your neck, making sure that your lips stayed attached to his. You could feel the heat radiating off of his body as his grip on you tightened slightly.

You pulled away, hands instantly going to the buckle of his belt. As soon as it was undone Opie lifted his hips off the couch just enough to push his jeans and boxers down below his knees, letting them pool by his ankles on the floor. He gripped back onto your hips and pulled you closer, situating you so that you were right over him. You leaned in and pressed your lips to his as he pushed himself inside you, both of you moaning at the sensation.

Not wasting any time, you began to move your body against his. It was messy, desperate, but the two of you didn’t need anything more than that. His nails dug into your back as you mindlessly tugged at his hair. He swallowed your moans as his nails raked down your back, your hands roughly cupping his face as he did.

How years had gone by without you two ending up in this position until now was beyond you. But as your hips moved against his you knew that you’d dug yourself into a very deep hole that you didn’t know if you would be able to get yourself out of. You didn’t want to go back to how things were before this, regardless of how you ended up getting here in the first place.

Your anxieties were drowned out by the sound of Opie moaning your name, fingertips digging hard into your hips. You cursed under your breath as he bit down on your neck, sucking a dark mark into the skin there.

“Fuck, Opie,” you gasped, “I’m gonna cum.”

He let out a low growl as he gripped harder onto you, hands sliding down do your ass and speeding up your movements. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, the sound of his name filling the house as he fucked you through your orgasm. Your legs trembled beneath you as you blindly grabbed onto his shoulders to support you.

His voice was raspy as he tried and failed to get out at least one coherent sentence, “Fuck, I’m gonna, where…”

“Fuck it,” you pressed your lips hard against his for a moment, “I’m on the pill. Doesn’t matter.”

Moments later you felt him pull you as close as possible as he finished inside you, moaning and biting down hard on your shoulder as he did. He rested his forehead against your shoulder, fighting to catch his breath as he wrapped his arms tight around your middle. You leaned your head against his and lightly carded your fingers through his hair. His chest rose and fell against yours and you soaked up the contact, knowing in the back of your mind that you weren’t going to have it for long.

He stayed the night with you, and it was more of the same. You knew he was just trying not to think about the heartbreak, and you were in no position to turn him away. It was going to make it worse in the morning, but you didn’t care. He wrapped you up and held you against his chest, breathing heavy as he tangled his legs up with yours and slowly started drifting off to sleep.

You woke up the next morning to an empty bed, which shouldn’t have been as surprising or as hurtful as it was. With a heavy sigh you pulled on an old t-shirt and made your way out to the kitchen. You saw a note on the counter next to an already-made pot of coffee. You would be able to recognize Opie’s scratchy handwriting from a mile away.

“Sorry for crashing in and leaving. Thank you for everything. Love you. -Opie”

With a sigh you tacked the note up on the fridge. You knew you should’ve just crumpled it and thrown it out, but you couldn’t. Not yet. With a heavy sigh you went to shower off the events of the previous night in an attempt to get your mind right.

You walked into the clubhouse that night, and the weekly party was already well underway. Everyone was drinking and laughing, and it was a welcome distraction. You couldn’t pretend, though, that you weren’t constantly looking for Opie.

“What brings you here, darlin’?” Jax asked with a smile as he found a spot next to you at the bar.

You leaned into his hug with a smile, “I heard parties can be a good distraction.”

He nodded, smirking when he spotted the dark marks on your neck. He tapped them with the tip of his finger, “Looks like you’ve got a handle on that just fine.”

You laughed, face instantly getting hot, “Something like that.”

“That what you need a distraction from?”

You nodded, not caring to elaborate further, “Opie here tonight?”

Jax looked around the clubhouse as he nodded, “Yea. Got here with Lyla a few minutes ago.”

“What?”

Jax returned his gaze to you, not used to hearing such a bite to your tone, “Um. Yea. You alright?”

You nodded despite the fact that you weren’t anywhere near alright. Your heart felt like it had dropped into your stomach, “I’m fine. I just, I need to step out for some air. You see Opie tell him to come find me?”

Jax nodded but didn’t say anything else as you got off your stool and all but ran for the door. You sat down at the picnic table, running your hands down your face as you fought back the tears. You had assumed that he had ended things with Lyla and that’s how he ended up at your place, but of course not. He was never good at being alone, he wouldn’t put himself in that position if he could help it.

A few minutes later you saw someone take a seat next to you out of the corner of your eye. You didn’t need to look in order to know who it was.

“You didn’t fucking break up with her?” you weren’t expecting to sound so choked up.

“Y/N, I just—”

“Just cheated on your girlfriend with me? And didn’t bother to mention that to me?” you shook your head, “And then I fucking showed up here tonight and…” your bottom lip quivered, “Fuck, Opie.”

“I know.”

“Do you?!” you snapped, “Lyla didn’t deserve that! And I sure as hell didn’t either,” you stood up, pacing back and forth in front of the table, “Y’know what, fuck this. I, I can’t be here.”

He stood up to walk after you, “Y/N, don’t. Come on.”

You were already digging your keys out of your purse, “Don’t give me that. I can’t…I can’t look at you or be around you right now. Figure your shit out, Opie.”

That was the last thing you said to him. It’d been a little over a month since then, and you hadn’t spoken to him or been back to the clubhouse since. You were currently hugging the toilet bowl as you threw up what little was left in your stomach from dinner the night before. On top of the actual nausea, you had an uneasy feeling that you knew exactly what was causing it.

Once you rinsed out your mouth and brushed your teeth, you grabbed the pregnancy tests out of the bag from the pharmacy. It was a long shot but they did always say that even the pill wasn’t 100% effective. Just your luck, you would be in the 1% that could still get pregnant on the pill.

You set the test on the sink counter and set the timer on your phone, your entire body shaking in anticipation as you waited. You didn’t know what you wanted the result to be, really. You’d always wanted kids at some point down the road, with the right person. This just felt so sudden, with so many blank spaces.

The timer went off and with a deep breath, you looked at the test. Clear as day, the little screen said pregnant. For a moment you felt like you were going to throw up all over again. But you managed to keep your composure and take another test just to be sure, and you were rewarded with the same answer. You sighed, running your hands over your face as you tried to figure out what you were going to do.

You took out your phone and texted Opie, “Come over ASAP. We gotta talk”

After a month and a half of not speaking, that was probably an alarming text for him to get. It was effective, though, because within the hour you heard the sound of his motorcycle outside. He let himself in, finding you sitting at the kitchen counter with your head in your hands.

“Got your text. What’s going on?”

Before you got into it, you wanted some answers on a few things first, “How’s Lyla?”

He sighed, thinking that you had called him over just to continue berating him, “Wouldn’t know. Haven’t talked to her in weeks,” he paused, “Broke it off the week after that party.”

You nodded, “Right. Good. You tell her what happened with us?”

He shook his head, “No point. Didn’t want to drag you into all that shit if you weren’t even coming around anymore,” he waited for you to meet his eyes, “What’s this about?”

You sighed, waving for him to come closer. He walked into your kitchen, leaning on the opposite side of the counter from you. Your leg bounced nervously as you tried to put the words together, “I, um, fuck,” you took a deep breath and forced yourself to make eye contact with him, “I’m pregnant.”

His eyes went wide, “What?”

You nodded, “I’m pregnant. Missed my period a couple weeks ago. Took two tests today to be sure.”

“Is it…” he didn’t have to finish the sentence for you to know what he was asking.

You nodded, “Yea. Yours.”

“But I thought you were on the pill?”

Your laugh was hollow as tears appeared in your eyes, “I was. Called my doctor about it and everything. It happens. Not common but it happens,” you shook your head, “I’m not saying you need to be involved or that we need to be together or whatever. I just, I couldn’t not tell you.”

There was a long stretch of silence as he processed what you had just told him. He drummed his fingers on the countertop, “Do you want me to be involved? You want,” he gestured back and forth between the two of you, “this? Us?”

“I’ve been in love with you for years, Ope. I never said anything because you’ve always been in love with someone else. Which was, fine. It was what it was. But when you came over here that night? I almost had a fucking heart attack. And then when I found out that you hadn’t even left Lyla I was fucking…gutted. I felt so dirty and…and used.”

“Y/N, it wasn’t—”

You held your hand up to stop him, “Don’t lie. Not to me, alright? You were a mess and I shouldn’t have let it happen. But I did. That was just as much on me as it was on you. I just never thought that you would do that to Lyla. Or to me.”

“I came here that night because I trust you, because I love you,” he said, his eyes glued to the counter, “You’ve always been…safe. And I shouldn’t…I shouldn’t have used you for that. That was fucked up. And I’m sorry. But,” he walked around to the other side of the counter, “if you want to do this, I’m here. For you, for the baby. I’m here.”

“I can’t just pretend…”

He nodded, “I know. And I don’t want you to. I know that I’ve got work to do,” he reached and thumbed the tears off your cheeks, “But that’s work I’m more than willing to do if you’ll let me. I love you.”

You let the words sink in for a moment as you shut your eyes and rested your hand on top of his, “I love you too.”

“And I’m sorry.”

You nodded, opening your eyes to look at him, “I know.”

“But I think we could do this. I really do. If that’s what you want.”

You paused, finally giving a slow nod, “I do. But I just…I need some time to get right with all this.”

He pulled you against his chest, pressing a kiss against the top of your head, “I got all the time in the world for you two.”

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General #36 ↠ “Do you trust me?” “No.”

Fluff #41 ↠ “You say you hate him but your red face is telling me otherwise.”

Spencer Reid had hated her from the moment he met her.

Y/N was absolutely sure of it. When they met for the first time when she joined the BAU, he seemed polite enough. Though he just never let her in the same way he let in the other team members. She understood at first, Spencer had known the rest of the team for years at that point. She even found herself incredibly attracted to the young genius, developing somewhat of a crush on him. His reputation certainly proceeded him, particularly when it came to his issues with germs, so she kept to herself. She understood it would take him time to get used to her, but where the rest of the team warmed to Y/N and accepted her as a part of their family; Spencer never did. 

During paperwork days when Y/N would get up to make coffee in the corner of the bullpen, Spencer would already be in the kitchenette, stirring his sugar in with intent. She’d always offer him a polite smile and some light conversation. However, it seemed that as soon as she started to speak, Spencer would pick up his coffee and head back to his desk. She let that go, thinking perhaps she was getting too much in his personal space, though it hung around in the back of her mind for weeks afterwards. 

 After cases when they’d get on the jet to go back home, she would take a seat opposite him, offer him a kind smile and then pull out a book to read, wholly intent on minding her own business. But Spencer, without even looking up at her, would simply get up and move to an empty seat at the other end of the jet.

Y/N exchanged a look with JJ, who had just shrugged in response. She couldn’t understand Spencer’s dislike for the woman who’d been nothing but kind, and who the team were all already incredibly fond of. She had good initiative, was brilliant in the field and had a capability to pick up on patterns earlier than the rest of them, sometimes even before the resident genius himself. The team suspected that Spencer’s supposed hatred for her was actually his poor attempt at disguising the fact that he was madly in love with her, but he never confirmed nor denied it. 

Then somehow, as if she didn’t already think Spencer hated her enough, it got worse. Any time she made contributions to their group conversations, Spencer would cut her off. It was belittling, honestly. It made her second guess her intelligence whenever she’d pose a theory. Every time, without fail, Spencer would pipe up and say, ‘You’re wrong. It’s actually more plausible that—‘ 

One day, they were sat around the roundtable, having finished debriefing after a long case. The team exchanged murmurs of plans to head down to the bar, with Garcia smiling enthusiastically and insisting that the first round was on her. Y/N had felt pretty awful for the majority of the case, and to top it off she was sure she was coming down with a cold too. 

“How about you, Y/L/N? You coming?” Morgan piped up, his usual smirk on his lips. 

She forced a smile, scoffing. “No, I think I’m just gonna head home, but thank you.” 

Morgan shook his head, determined. “Come on. Even Reid’s coming!” 

Y/N looked over at Spencer then, who busied himself with packing away items in his satchel, although she didn’t miss the scowl that seemed to plant itself on his face. She looked back to Morgan. “Sorry Morgan, I’m just not feeling it.” 

Morgan sighed, but still tried one last time, raising his eyebrows suggestively.  “You sure? It’ll be fun, maybe you and Reid will finally start getting along after a few drinks.” 

“Y/N bit her lip, shaking her head. “I’m sure there’s at least a hundred other people that Reid would rather spend the evening with.”

At that comment, Spencer threw his satchel strap over his shoulder and left the room in a hurry, a look on his face that seemingly resembled hurt. 

Y/N swatted Morgan’s shoulder playfully. “Look what you’ve done now! You know how much Reid hates me.” She whined. 

Morgan chuckled. “Please, Pretty Boy doesn’t hate you.” 

“Uh-huh, sure.” 

“It’s true! Don’t tell anyone I told you, but the team has an ongoing bet on when you two will finally admit your feelings for one another.” He leaned in closer to her. “And I’ve got $20 riding on it being in the summer, if you could help a guy out?” 

Y/N groaned at that. “Well be prepared to lose your money, it’s never going to happen. Spencer Reid hates me, and do you know what? I hate him too.” She said defiantly, although it was all too obvious that she was lying through her teeth. 

Morgan smiled, holding his hands up in surrender. “You say you hate him, but your red face is telling me otherwise.” 

Y/N just waved him off, ignoring how he chuckled at how flustered she’d gotten, and that was that. 

Reid’s quite frankly petty behaviour was really winding down on Y/N mentally, and although Hotch often told him off for his snarky comments or gave him the third degree for constantly trying to one-up her, Spencer persisted.

They’d been working on a new case for a week, and Garcia had just sent the team the location of where the unsub was holding his fourth victim hostage. Hopping out of the SUV’s, the team regrouped in front of the house as Hotch ran over the plan with them. 

“JJ, Morgan and Rossi, you’re with me. Y/L/N and Reid will take the back. We take the unsub in alive if possible, understand?” He instructed, everyone nodding as they reached for their guns. 

“Can’t you switch Morgan and Y/L/N over?” Spencer began to whine but was quickly shut down by Hotch shooting him a warning look. He scoffed, rolling his eyes in defeat. “Great.”

After entering through the back of the house, the two began checking each room they passed by. As they rounded a corner, stalking towards a closed door, Spencer moved so he was in front of Y/N, in what she noticed was an almost protective manner. He leaned closer to the door, listening intently for any sign that the unsub was inside. 

“Is he in there?” She whispered, and Spencer looked back at her, nodding. 

“I think so.” 

Y/N closed her eyes for a moment in thought, running over the important details of the profile in her head. “Do you trust me?” 

Spencer scoffed quietly. “No.”

“Well, you’re not going to have a choice.” She mumbled, and before Spencer realised what was happening, Y/N had burst open the door, her gun drawn. 

*

Y/N was stood in the local police station’s conference room, collecting together files and taking down crime scene photos from the evidence board. The case had ended well. Based off of the profile, Y/N had decided that the best course of action was to confront the unsub head on- and it worked, too. Hotch had already told her that she’d done well that day, and that made her heart swell with pride. But Spencer? He hadn’t said anything on the ride back to the police station, busying himself with other things as they prepared to head back home. 

Y/N sighed at the thought, looking up from the evidence board just as Spencer entered the room. He immediately turned around, heading back out the door when she called out for him. 

“Reid!” 

He stopped, turning back around. “What, Y/L/N?” 

“What is your problem with me?” She asked, exasperated. She was so tired of just accepting his mistreatment, and she refused to do it any longer. 

“I don’t have time for this.” He shook his head, turning to leave again. 

“Spencer Reid! You’ve made my life hell since I first joined the Bureau and god help me, you are going to tell me what your problem is!”

“My problem?” He countered, his jaw clenched. “My problem is you! Putting yourself in danger like that without a second thought for the consequences.” 

“The consequences? It turned out fine! My plan worked!” She bit back, voice rising. 

“It was stupid and reckless, you know better than that.” He spat, making Y/N scoff. 

“Why do you care?” She shouted frustratedly. “You can barely stand to be in the same room as me, and for the life of me Spencer I cannot figure out what it is that I did to make you hate me so much!”

Spencer’s defensive stance dropped, his mouth opening and closing as he struggled to find appropriate words. “Y/N, I know you think I do, but I don’t hate you.” 

She gave a humourless chuckle. “Yeah, well you could’ve fooled me.” She sighed, hands running over her face as she attempted to calm herself down. “I don’t understand why me putting myself in danger bothers you so much-”

“Maybe because I love you!”

The silence that fell between them only lasted a handful of seconds. Spencer, prompted by the look of shock on Y/N’s face, scrambled to explain himself. 

“I don’t hate you. I-I don’t really think I could if I tried.” He reiterated, his hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck, a nervous habit of his. “I’ve loved you since the day I first met you.”

She swallowed, her mouth suddenly so dry. “I don’t understand-“

“I’m so sorry, I know how poorly I’ve treated you. The only explanation I can offer is that I was so sure you wouldn’t feel the same that I thought it would be better to push you away than face rejection.” He whispered, moving closer to her, shame in his tone. 

“You love me?” She murmured in disbelief. The words barely left her lips, so faint and shaky that Spencer nearly hadn’t heard her. 

He laughed quietly, as though he was laughing at the absurdity of the situation. “Yes, yes I do. I’m sorry it took me so long to say it.” 

He’d moved to stand before her, the two of them looking at one another in absolute awe that they both felt the same way. Spencer’s eyes trailed down to her lips, moving back up to meet her eyes. 

Y/N didn’t know how to respond, looking up at him incredulously. “Spencer..”

He bit down his lip, the words leaving his lips in a whisper. “Would it- would it be alright if I kissed you?” 

She was nodding before she’d even processed his words, and when his lips met hers- it was euphoric. Like they were simply meant to be. 

Perhaps Spencer Reid wasn’t that bad after all.

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Another one shot of Future Gohan and Trunks for yall

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13896221/1/Before-the-Rain

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In the times that had followed the androids' destruction, younger generations were highly protected, as they were the earth's only hope. The government set up an initiative to get more children out of dangerous cities that housed gangs and violence.

Children and any family they had would move to countryside camps, wherein they would receive food, safety and education in return for doing manual labour such as farming and sewing, as well as taking care of the sick.

Trunks somewhat hated this, as it meant that many children in West City, including his own friends often moved away when things got too difficult, leaving him isolated, in terms of having friends his own age.

Sure, sometimes he'd visit, taking the underground railway system, or by hopping on the nimbus, or even flying when he had learnt to do so, but it felt like an arduous task.

However, when Gohan decided to volunteer as a teacher, Trunks thought it would be a good idea to attend full time, as the pair could go together. Trunks was surprised when the day before Gohan revealed he was rather nervous about it.

“C'mon, you're an amazing teacher to me, so I'm sure you'll be able to teach more kids!” Trunks reassured him, snuggling into bed. He always loved when Gohan would stay over at his house, it was so comforting to know he was right there beside him.

“Yeah...but that's you...and I've known you since you were born...and there's a lot of kids!” Gohan hung up his smart looking outfit, which Trunks remarked as being nerdy, on a hanger, before sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Trust me, they aren't as annoying as me. You'll be fine...Good night.” Trunks smiled at him before switching off his light and pretending to be asleep before Gohan could worry further.

Gohan sighed and tucked the boy in a little more before heading to sleep himself.

The next day, the pair flew to the makeshift school building, and landed away from sight before coming in together.

To keep Gohan distracted from his nerves, which Trunks viewed as highly irrational, considering Gohan was also "The Golden Warrior", he inquired,

“Doesn't your mom cook for the kids here a lot? My friends said that a lady called Miss Son is the most amazing lunch lady ever.”

“Huh? Oh...yeah,” Gohan laughed, lifting his head from the book held in his hands.

“I mean...she's used to cooking in massive quantities for me and for when my dad was around...it's a chance for her to share her...motherly-ness.” He smiled, then stopped at the door, listening to the sound of children chattering inside.

“You can do this!” Trunks grinned, taking his bag off his shoulder as he stepped in, Gohan following, the class immediately silenced, intrigued by the smart young man, that was clearly strong looking, his muscles bulging even in his clothes.

“Uh...Good morning class!” He began, picking up a pen and writing his name on the board.

“My name is Mr Son...and I will be your new teacher!” He smiled politely, awaiting a response.

“Oh my god, are you married to the lunch lady?!” A girl exclaimed.

Gohan frantically shook his head, “N-no, she's my mom!” His face had gone red as the class giggled, but he soon regained composure, laughing it off.

“Gosh, she cooks like that for you all the time?!” Another kid chimed in and he scratched the back of his head,

“Yeah...I guess so! I just hope she doesn't come in and embarrass me!” He answered.

Trunks gazed up at him from where he was sitting. He was glad to see his best friend adapting so well to his new job.

“Alright! Our first task is going to be a written task, which I'll get you to read aloud at the end.” He instructed them, handing out some paper, taking a look at every one of his new students.

“I want you all to write about what you did during your summer. Which programs did you volunteer in? Did you visit anywhere?”

He returned to his position at the front and passionately spoke, “I really wanna know about you guys! Oh...maybe I should take the register to learn your names...tell me if I mispronounce any!”

Gohan sat down, getting out the list of names and calling them out, one by one, receiving a pleasant "Good morning, Mr Son“ each time. It was strange to hear Trunks call him that, and by the sound of it, the title was strange for the boy to speak aloud too. The two just had to pretend as if they didn't know each other, Gohan made it a priority not to show favouritism towards him, but he knew it would be difficult.

He loved that boy unconditionally.

”Sir, how long do we have?“ A girl named Cherri, who he knew to be Trunks' friend that used to live not far from Capsule Corp, asked.

”Oh...right, I forgot to tell you that! Uh...you have until half past.“ He answered, before scribbling down more lesson ideas in his book.

The truth was that he had no clue about what he was doing. He was planning his lessons as he went along.

The time passed quickly, and Gohan decided to pick out random students to read out what they had wrote. A few passed, and he made some notes about them in his book.

”Alright, last but not least is Trunks.“ Gohan called out to him, snapping the boy out of a daydream.

”Oh, ok...“ He reluctantly stood and read from the paper, ”Last summer, I mostly stayed at home, played video games and studied. I went to the beach with my mom a few times....uhh I watched TV and...uh yeah.“ He sat back down.

”...that's it? That's all you wrote?“ Gohan glared at his student, hoping he had a good response.

”Yeah.“ Trunks replied, thinking nothing of it.

”Trunks, you had half an hour and you wrote 3 sentences.“ Gohan sounded stern and the class silently watched.

”Well, you already know what I did last summer, Gohan-“ Trunks gasped and the class was confused.

”Wait, is he your brother?“ The boy next to Trunks, who was also his good friend asked and the whole class started chatting.

Gohan cleared his throat and sighed,

”Yes...well...I am very close to Trunks, our families are too...but this does not mean I favour him over any of you.“ He calmed the situation, then spoke directly to Trunks,

”I need you to show the same level of respect to me as everyone else in here, too, ok? It is the morning of the first day, so I will let this slide, but please give more effort.“

Trunks nodded, but rolled his eyes, slumping back in his chair, when Gohan turned to the whiteboard and wrote down the title of the next lesson, before collecting in the students' essays and handing out exercise books.

The next lesson would be a boring maths lesson, which Trunks sat through. He was ahead of his peers in scientific and mathematical subjects, thanks to his master's teaching, so sitting through a recap of something he found so simple was like watching paint dry.

Whenever Trunks raised his hand, he felt like Gohan always asked someone else. He didn't like being ignored.

He knew the answers to everything, it was incredibly annoying to hear someone who clearly didn't know something harder than expanding brackets in algebra, try to solve the equation on the board that Trunks could do in his head.

Gohan was encouraging and made sure the students felt no shame in making mistakes.

”Alright, Cherri, so now you need to get the unknowns on one side of the equation.“ Gohan advised her, writing on the board the step she just explained with his help.

The girl stammered, her face going a little red from the attention.

”The answer is 4!“ Trunks, finally fed up, called out the answer.

”Well, yes, that is correct, but I wasn't asking you, I was asking Cherri.“ Gohan put down his pen and his serious tone returned.

”She obviously didn't know!“ Trunks folded his arms, determined to not apologise for doing what he thought was right.

”It's rude to interrupt, regardless.“ Gohan told him, before moving on.

Finally, it was time for break and when Trunks decided he was going to talk to Gohan, he was surprised to find girls in his class talking to him instead, asking him tons of questions.

”So, you work out?“ One asked, taking a look at his arms.

”Of course he does, just look at him!“ Her friend cut in and Gohan blushed and nodded, explaining his reasons, which Trunks knew to be false.

”Oh, hey, Trunks!“ Gohan spotted him and took his opportunity to get out of that conversation.

”I wanted to have a chat about before.“ He approached his pupil, who was causing him some concern.

”Oh...same.“ Trunks fiddled with the sleeves of his jumper, something he always did when he was nervous, which Gohan took notice of.

”Why did you feel like you could do that?“ Gohan's voice was calm; it always made Trunks feel more at ease.

”I dunno...it just felt like...you were ignoring me. I just got a bit fed up...because I already knew the stuff and you weren't asking me.“ The teen shrugged his shoulders, not meeting his eye.

”Trunks,“ Gohan placed his hand on his shoulder, making the boy glance up at him.

”I just want to know what the others know. I know you're able to do this, but most of them aren't.“

Gohan did make sense, but Trunks was stubborn. His mother said it was a trait of his father, though she was stubborn too.

”I spend a lot of time with you...and I love spending time with you...but it's not fair to give you all my focus...

You know I really love you, right?“

That was enough to make Trunks smile.

”I know...thanks, Gohan...I mean Mr Son.“ Trunks giggled before running off.

Gohan watched as the other kids played together gleefully. It was heartwarming to see them be actual kids and enjoy their disrupted youth. It only made him more determined to fight for their safety and teach them well.

'I might be an even better teacher than you, Mr Piccolo...'

He smirked, hoping Piccolo could hear him somewhere, feeling proud of him.

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One Spade for five Hearts: Chapter 6

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“It's good that you made up.”

Confused Logan turned to his mother, who was shooting him a pointed look from the kitchen. A little uneasy he entered the room and leaned against the cupboard while crossing his arms in front of his chest. Meanwhile, his mother, Victoria, put the peeler down and turned towards him stemming her hands on her hips. She raised her eyebrows even further and Logan felt like his chin was soon disappearing in his chest with how much he tried to lower his head.

Then Victoria sighed and said to him: “I have seen you and Virgil talk again. It's the first time since Wednesday.”

“Oh,” Logan mumbled and lifted his head again finally getting what was going on. “We weren't fighting before. I – uhm...”

“Has this something to do with the thing that you lied about on Wednesday?” Victoria asked as he kept failing to reply properly.

Logan paled immediately and before he knew it, Victoria had walked up to him and softly caressed his upper arm. She was a stern person by nature and she never had to raise her voice to get her children’s or husband’s attention and respect. But unlike her husband she was far more adept to catch onto her kids' subtle moods, all four of them tending to hide their emotions well. And lately she had picked up quite a few concerning sights of her youngest.

“I am not mad, Logan,” Victoria said keeping her voice low and calming. “But I know you lied to me and you are not a good liar nor prone to lying in any way. So, I do worry about what happened that evening between you and your friends. Because you have not talked about any of them since Wednesday dinner either and I can connect the dots, sweetie.”

Logan would have loved to walk away or say that he had to do homework, which was true, but he knew this was not a conversation he could dodge and it was better to get over with it than keep drawing it out. And so, Logan let his shoulders slump and asked if they could talk about it while he helped her with dinner. Victoria allowed it and Logan went on washing his hands before he took the peeler and continued peeling the potatoes, as she began to prepare the rest of the vegetable gratin.

“So, I didn't help Remus out with training, but we really were helping him with something,” Logan began after a few moments and Victoria nodded.

“I had imagined as much. Do you not feel comfortable enough to tell me what that something was?”

Logan didn't bite his lips but stopped for a moment with the peeling and sighed.

“I promise you that no one got hurt and that we didn't destroy any objects or buildings.”

In the silence that followed Logan looked up and saw Victoria looking at him in utter surprise and he quickly went back to peel the potatoes.

“Logan Ward. Have you broken a rule in school?”

Logan really was not a good liar, he admitted to himself and faintly nodded, hoping that she would not get too mad about it.

But instead of an angry scolding, the next thing Logan heard was his mother breaking out in a chuckle. Wide eyed Logan stared at her as she slightly leaned over the counter and cupped her hands over her mouth to muffle the noise. It took her a few moments before she could calm herself and straightened her posture again.

Still smiling Victoria apologized: “I am sorry, Logan. I am sure that has been very stressful for you but I guarantee that neither I nor your father will be mad or disappointed about you breaking a rule if you were simply helping a friend. And quite frankly-” her lips curled into a smirk and she lightly shoved her son in the arm – “a little bit of rule breaking is family tradition. All your siblings have done that and even your father as broken a rule or two in his life.”

That simple admission did wonders to Logan's previous worries and Victoria saw her son visibly relax. Fondly, she fixed his bangs and the two continued to prepare dinner in silence for a bit longer.

Well, they were silent but the radio was on as it probably always was. Logan didn't know that since he only started to hear music recently, but now he noticed how often there was music coming from the kitchen or living room because Victoria had turned it on. He had known that she liked music, she had a collection of music recordings, she was very proud off.

Logan had always suspected she would have liked to have at least one kid to listen to music with. And now he just could have told her that he liked the music she was listening to. But he couldn't. Because if he did, he would have to talk about the soulmate curse and he was not sure if he really wanted to talk with her about it before coming clean to his friends.

“Did it ever bother you that father didn't care if you were his soulmate or not?” Logan asked instead.

He didn't need to turn around to know that Victoria was giving him a curious look.

“Not in the slightest,” she answered after a moment, “if anything, it flattered me even. He chose me no matter if I am his soulmate or not. That is not something I expected from anybody, you know. The determination and passion he had for being with me and loving me were there no matter what a curse or anybody else said. He chose me freely and to me that is worth a lot more than anything a soulmate curse could ever be.”

Logan mused over her words as he began to cut the peeled potatoes into thin slices. The curse had never been too prominent in their lives before. Avery didn't really date, Grey often didn't even mention that he had a curse when he started seeing a girl and Alessia only told people when she really started to like them. And well, many schoolmates already knew that they had the curse as they came from a well-known family, which was infamous for this curse and other things.

“Do you think that curses force people to get together even though there are better fits? Do you think it's not fair if one wants to be with someone because they know they are their soulmate but the other doesn't know or is even in a relationship with someone else?”

A moment passed before Victoria answered. From the sound of it, she was still washing the salad and didn't look over to Logan as she told him: “There isn't a general answer for that, I am afraid. I do think having a curse or not will influence the decision making of the cursed. They might think they are more attracted to the person but a soulmate curse does not cause feelings for the individual, it just says what they can be or simply describes them, really. In the end it is still a normal relationship, you will have to work on communication, on boundaries, on what the future holds for you and them, with the only difference that destiny thinks you're a matching pair of socks.”

Logan nodded along. It stung somewhat to think that he might have imagined to feel more than he actually felt for his friends, but it was a plausible fact he had to consider. Feelings especially for Patton, Erin and Roman had to be considered carefully as he didn't know them as well and also didn't have any classes with them. So maybe he needed to reconsider his findings and connect some more with them? Maybe that was the next course of action he needed to take.

They fell into a comfortable silence after that and Victoria softly hummed to the tune coming from the radio. Logan could not help himself but enjoy it even though he had to stop himself from joining in, which was harder than he had expected. This music thing was somewhat hypnotising, he found himself thinking as he helped Victoria put the different ingredients into the oven dish. Victora then put it in the oven and Logan asked if it was alright for him to get ready for dinner.

“Of course, Logan,” Victoria said a little bit fonder than her tone usually was. “And if you ever have questions or feel the need to talk about a crush, I will always listen to you without judgement.”

Needless to say, Logan nodded his head as quick as he could to hide his beet red face and fled to his room in top speed. A little breathless he unpacked bag and organized his homework and books to get himself to cool off a little. Talking so much about crushes today had really drained him. How were people dealing with this all the time? Some of his peers had been dating since they were 14. He would never be able to be nearly as good in school if he had been confused by all those mushy things in his chest.

Demotivated he looked to the stash of homework on his desk and let himself fall backwards on the bed with a groan. He really did not feel like doing anything for school and took out his phone to distract himself. The first thing he noticed that he had gotten 31 notifications on the music app and opened it with a frown while sitting up again. As soon as he did, he could not keep himself from smiling and switched to the last conversation with Virgil on his messaging app.

Stargazer: Thank you for the music recommendations 31 notifications isn’t a lot at all

Invisible Runner: no problem and don’t talk lkie N you'r not sarcastic and i saw you listened to victorious!!! it's amazing right?  

Stargazer: I did enjoy it, even though I was a bit panicked when I first listened to it, so I might want to listen to it again

Invisible Runner: you defenitly should

Invisible Runner: how are you feeling? like are you good? it's been a lot today and it was your first time listeing to live music and pretty good music at that too

Stargazer: I am fine

Invisible Runner: … dude be honest with me you sound not fine  

Stargazer: We are not talking in person How would you know if I sound fine or not?

Invisible Runner: intuition and the fact that i know you since we were in kindergarten  

Stargazer: That is very inconvenient for me

Invisible Runner: yeah bummer now spill the beans  

Stargazer: Mom figured out that I lied about what happened on Wednesday (I did not tell her what happened exactly but she is aware that I broke a rule and does not seem to be upset by it) and has told me that I could always talk to her about a crush I might have even though I did not tell her about it

After that Virgil was typing for over the span of five minutes and Logan had already thought about deleting the message and tell him to not worry about it when Virgil’s reply appeared.

Invisible Runner: your mom’s the best and it’s gonna be okay it will be fine Lo how should those two drama gays not fall for you?? like have you looked at yourself??? you‘re amazing and the best man i know they’d be stupid to not like you back

Stargazer: You really think so?

It was weird to see their usual roles reversed like this. Logan never needed reassurance and was so quick to give it to Virgil when his anxious friend was doubting his own mind. Or well, Logan didn’t really dare to ask for reassurance. He did not know how to ask for it and usually he could push through everything on his own, so it wasn’t really necessary. Until right now, Logan thought bitterly and felt his heart pounding in his chest as he waited for Virgil’s reply to come.

Invisible Runner: i know so you’re the best and they are not assholes either

Logan could not help himself and chuckle a little. Somehow, relieved he sat up and pulled his knees up to his chest while he typed his answer.

Stargazer: Thank you for the pep talk I hope I didn’t take too much of your time

Invisible Runner: always man itll work out  

Stargazer: With your help? It just might work out for me You’re the best friend I could ever have wished for

Logan hesitated but eventually typed a blue heart and promptly sent it. For a moment he felt like the biggest fool on earth until a violet heart was sent back. And in this very moment he felt something so warm and comfortable bloom in his chest that he almost started to squirm with joy.

Maybe he was foolish for thinking that he had a crush on all of his friends, but he most definitely felt very strongly for Virgil and that was a realisation he didn’t really mind so much. It also made sense why he always had this idea of asking him to marry him “for tax reasons” when they finished university. Maybe it wasn’t really “for tax reasons”. Maybe it was just because he really wanted to keep Virgil around forever and turn wrinkly and grumpy with him. Well, grumpier than Virgil and he already were but that was beside the point.

Quietly, he texted some more with Virgil, now changing topics towards their history project and sat down to his table. Maybe he could make a checklist with things that he felt for Virgil, which could be interpreted as romantic and compare them with things he felt for the others? They obviously would need to be adjusted to fit the others personality and his relationships with them, he was not that bad at relationship stuff, but it was a good thing to start off, he decided and began to write yet another list.

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The Lover’s Case

summary: a collection of headcanons for an au created including eli clark as a private detective and me as his badass partner, and how we work together and begin to simp for one another.

genre: fluff, light crack?? angst/comfort sprinkled in at the end

warnings: cops, gore(??)/murder scene mentions, violence and nightmares, angst/panicking but it’s fixed with comfort!

a/n: an au idea i suddenly had at like 10 pm and continued to write till 12:44 am, private detective!eli clark x rebel to-be partner!me au owns my heart so i decided to write headcanons for it because i was thinking about him and was in a shitty mood before bed, so... headcanon time!!!

-eli’s a private detective(in his recluse outfit ofc because i am truly a simp for that fit) and works on his own or strictly with other detectives

-(he doesn’t trust the police because where it’s set in this au, they’re known for fucking with evidence when it’s fitting for them, and also fuck cops in general so he’s a mainly lone private detective)

-i’m a well-known rebellious citizen that enjoys snooping around and looking into crime that goes on, even going to the scene of the crime when no one is around to get a closer look and come up with my own theories

-listen i don’t want to go to college and have one job for the rest of my life, that applies in this au too

-even though i could get into trouble for snooping too far in and not being a certified detective, fuck you and fuck off my life my rules

-we are the bad girl x good guy aesthetic, i have a motorcycle and have a lot of grunge outfits and he looks put together and calm

-but don’t be fooled! we are both also badass of course.

-i lowkey and unofficially become his partner in the cases he takes after we bump into each other at one of the crime scenes(a m//rder scene to be exact) he was going to inspect, and he found me examining it

-when he starts to scold me for how much danger i could be getting into(with the police or the culprit) i only argue back with him, and give him my own ideas i have about what could’ve happened because i don’t let bitches scold me

-even though i can be stupid and overthink, a lot, among other things. listen i may be stupid,

-anyways! while some of the ideas i spouted are... definitely outlandish(on purpose because i’m not serious half the time), some of them make a lot of sense and he didn’t even think that they could be connected to the case

-after first he’s hesitant to work with me, but i annoy him into letting me help and he begrudgingly agrees to work with me

-“but only this once. you aren’t even a certified detective...” “HELL YEAH LET’S FUCKING GO!”

-eli talking to his owl after that interaction: “brooke rose have i made a mistake?”

-but after i help him a bit more with the case(and give a lot of my attention to brooke rose as i help him), he’s able to figure out the case and solve it, taking the right steps to have the culprit arrested!

-case complete! but something still feels... missing, at least for eli.

-he realizes the potential i have in solving cases than the whole police force in the town or any other detective he worked with

-after a few days of thinking it over, he decides to make me his partner, and he goes to my house one night and gives me the offer, which goes a little like this:

-he steps up to the door of the apartment that i live in, he was able to sneak in somehow, but that’s not important

-when he knocks on my door, he has brooke rose on his shoulder, knowing that’ll show he’s there in a more casual and calm sense

-when i open the door i’m only in a baggy sweater and shorts, and he’s like 😳 because he’s thinking, ‘oh wait she’s kinda cute..’

-and he’d only seen me in a black leather jacket, a long band t-shirt and skinny jeans, so this is new

-eli unlocked my night fit. i unlocked eli’s attraction to me. ✌️😌

-i lean against the doorframe and cross my arms, looking up at him with a smug grin,

-“aww, hey owl detective! i wasn’t expecting to see you so soon, do you need somethin’?” “you... could say that, how would you feel about being my partner, [insert my last name because fuck you i ain’t risking that]?”

-so after that, he takes me under his wing

-that’s funny haha wing joke because he still has brooke rose his owl hehe

-m’kay shut up katlin you aren’t funny just write the headcanons.

-remember when i said i have a motorcycle in this au? that’s boutta come back up now

-we definitely ride together in my motorcycle, he used to have to walk or run around everywhere, but after meeting me, not anymore!

-having him sit behind me with his arms tightly wrapped around my waist is a must since he doesn’t know how to ride a motorcycle and we don’t want him to fall off, y’know?

-“are you enjoying yourself, eli?!” “HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU THAT I AM ALWAYS AFRAID WHENEVER I RIDE WITH YOU!?!” “...i’ll take that as your doing splendid!”

-i don’t even ride that fast, he’s just not used to it since he’s used to traveling around town by foot

-i hold my arm out for eli to grab onto so he doesn’t stumble and fall onto the ground, giggling when he “glares” at me, but we continue on with our business!

-yeah the motorcycle stuff is self-indulgent because i want this to happen

-as time goes on and we become closer by working on more cases together, or hanging out a bit outside of work, we become much closer! with us becoming closer we also begin to harbor

-well, y’know, romantic feelings towards each other

-for how we officially get together, i have it all planned out.

-it’s one night after one we are taking a vacation off of working on the cases, because of one we were working on for awhile was finally solved

-it was a longer, more draining one, with us continuously getting stuck, being stopped and questioned by the police(who repeatedly threatened to arrest us, especially me(and eli too, even though he was literally a private detective)), kept losing the culprit and getting into danger with the culprit sending their henchmen after us, etc. just very draining and stressful for the two of us.

-one night, eli has a nightmare back to one of the nights where we were being followed by the henchmen of the culprit while riding home on the motorcycle

-in real life, we were able to escape from them by going down a deserted road and losing them before heading to eli’s house to hideout at, which was closest at the time

-but in his nightmare, we heard a pop noise and one of the motorcycle’s tires deflating and we’re forced to pull over

-before we can run or hide, we are ambushed are being separated from each other when they grab me and drag me away, i struggle and yell at them and eli is pinned down onto the ground, on of the assailants elbows digging into his back while they held his arms behind him

-eli can only watch hopelessly as i’m dragged off, screaming for me, and at our captors to at least let me go and take him instead

-before more can happen in the nightmare, eli pulls himself out of it in cold sweat, shooting up off his bed and breathing in and out heavily, he sighs and stands up off his bed

-brooke rose can tell he’s uneasy and flies over to comfort him, he starts to pace around his home, fiddling with the things he owns, getting water(even if he wasn’t thirsty), etc. he was nervous, and this wasn’t like him

-then, some scary thoughts start to form in his mind, making his original nervousness increase tenfold and become full on panicking

-was katlin alright? was she sleeping peacefully at her home? what if the culprit’s henchmen were still after us? or after her specifically?

-oh fuck.

-this made him panic and he quickly flew up from whatever he was doing before to go get dressed in his usual attire, putting the bandages around his eyes before running over to my place, brooke rose flying behind him

-as he’s running, he doesn’t even realize that he’s started crying under the bandages, his focus on getting to my place and making sure i’m safe

-when he arrives, he almost runs into the door, but is able to stop in time and starts to knock on it

-the loud, obnoxious knocking wakes me up and i grumble before walking over to the door and opening it while rubbing my eyes

-“it’s four in the fucking morning, who is-“

-as i look up to see eli, and see how his panting and obviously distressed, my irritated and tired mood completely switches to a concerned one

-“wh- eli? are you okay? what’s going on?” “i just- i had- i had to make sure that..”

-he isn’t able to make a coherent response and just let’s a sob fall from his lips, nearly collapsing onto his knees in front of me

-i’m of course freaking out too, the usually calm and collected eli is now a sobbing mess at my door, and i have no clue why, so i begin to panic as well

-i place my hands on each of his shoulders and pull him closer into a firm hug, wrapping my arms around his neck and pull his head into my shoulder

-eli almost immediately accepts it, wrapping both arms around me and clinging onto my baggy pajama sweater, sobbing into my shoulder

-“let’s get you inside, okay? i can make you some hot chocolate or something to eat?”

-he nods and i lead him into my house, sitting him down on the couch before disappearing off to my kitchen only to return minutes later with hot chocolate and some snacks, setting them down onto the table in front of the couch

-“i know you probably expect a meal and stuff, but i live alone and don’t have many guests over, so this is all i really got.” “there’s no need for anything fancy, katlin.. thank you.”

-as he starts to slowly eat and drink, we sit there in awkward silence for awhile, neither of us super tired now

-“so, umm.. what was it that you had to make sure of, eli?”

-he freezes for a moment when he remembers the nightmare he had, he sighs and rests back on the couch fully

-“i... wanted to check on you, to make sure you were okay. i had a nightmare back to the night when we were being followed and had to hide at my house, and... and-“

-his admission makes me flush somewhat and become warm, i turn to him as he attempts to stutter out an answer, taking his hands and squeezing them

-“don’t continue if you don’t feel like you’re able to right now, i’m here and i’m safe.”

-eli turns to me, i smile even though he can’t see it and gently wipe his cheeks that were damp from his tears with my sleeve, he relaxes and scoots closer

-he feels me gently run my hand along his bandages and he tenses up as a frown forms on his features, slowly reaching up to grab my wrists, making me freeze up completely

-“m-may i?” “do it, move my bandages..”

-when i do move the bandages down to rest around his neck, i see his blank, distant, grayish blue eyes, he sighs and takes my hands into his

-“i didn’t know how you would react, but.. now is a better time than ever.” he says with a sigh, as if everything is finally being lifted from his shoulders as he continues, “i... i’m blind. it’s part of the reason why i worked alone for awhile, i didn’t want others to find out and think i’m useless, even though i’m not.”

-i’m taken aback by his confession, at first i’m angry at whoever made him feel this way, but brush it off and focus on him again, now smiling and holding his face with my hands and press my forehead into his

-“i’m glad you can recognize your own strengths, because you are so strong, and brave, eli. you’ve gone through so much bullshit with so many people in this goddamn town, and you continue to prove that you can be trusted, and are capable of doing great things! maybe those bitches will never understand my thinking, but i believe you are just.. so amazing, and inspiring, for everyone around you!”

-eli has to bite back a sob when he hears me pour my heart out to him about how i feel, biting his lip and smiling, he shuts his eyes and starts to tear up and cry again, but now out of happiness as he presses his forehead into mine in return

-“i... i love you, fuck, i love you.” he murmurs as the realization of his feelings hit him like a train, he places both hands on my sides, starting to move closer to me and pull me closer to his form

-i open my eyes wide and look up at him, seeing him crying. my gaze softens on him with love and i smile once more, gently wiping his tears away as some small tears form in my eyes, “i love you too, you have no idea..”

-eli smiles and moves his head back for a moment, he reaches up slowly and feels around my face with his fingers, making me giggle in confusion until his thumb touches my lip, and realization hits me almost immediately.

-“are you gonna..?” “i want to, but only if you’ll let me.”

-when he feels me nod, he leans closer as his eyes close, but he stops when his lips are just grazing mine and he freezes up for a second, but then he leans in further and kisses me gently, holding my chin in between his fingers now

-i close my eyes and place my hands on the back of his neck, melting into the kiss and moving my hands up behind his head to run them through his hair before we pull back after a moment, i smile.

-when i start to yawn, i look up at the clock nearby and am shocked at the fact that an hour and a half has already passed, but am nonetheless happy that i spent that time with eli.

-“it’s already five thirty? christ... eli, do you wanna just wanna stay here with me? it’s almost morning, and it’d be rude of me to kick you out after, well, y’know..” “i would enjoy that greatly.”

-we end up falling asleep in my bed, facing each other with our arms wrapped around one another, my head resting in the crook of his neck, right under his head while he rests his on top of mine

-we both sleep peacefully from then on.

-so... we’re basically detective partners but also in love, i do not do not make the rules

[bts-fantasy]

Because I Had You

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst

Trigger warning!

This can be read as the second part of „Only Fools Fall For You“

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It was a cold December morning when Jungkook pulled up in the parking space of the graveyard. He turned off the engine and just stayed like that for a while staring at the little wall separating him from the tombstones.

„Oh, here you can have it.“ Jungkook held the last bottle of banana milk in front of him for you to take. You hesitated, eyes switching between him and the bottle you‘d both reached for at the same time.

„Are you sure?“ You raised your brow looking at Jungkook whose eyes were sparkling while staring at you with a shy smile gracing his soft lips.

„Yeah, how could I ever stand in the way of a cute girl and her banana milk?“ He watched your cheeks flush and his heart skipped a beat immediately at the sight. You were ready to take the generous offer but before Jungkook handed you the bottle he took a pen out of his pocket and wrote his number on it.

Jungkook exhaled deeply letting go of the steering wheel which he was holding onto way too tightly. No matter how many times he‘d done this before it was a challenge each time. It never got easier but that had never stopped him from coming back every time he got the chance. This place was his hideout when things got a little too much for him and he needed someone to talk to. He was well-known among the numerous tombstones but only one knew him better than anything or anyone in this world. It was the one with the name of his lover written on it.

Slowly, he got out his car and walked to the large steel gate with the familiar creaking sound as soon as he pushed it open. He stepped along the gravel path straight to the tombstone in the left corner of the yard his steps slowing down the closer he got to his destination. He held onto the bouquet of your favorite flowers smelling the sweet scent rise up to his nose and he wished you would be able to smell it too. The heavy feeling in his chest grew with each step he took towards you because reality became most unbearable when he read the golden letters on the white tombstone which spelled your name. It was the ultimate proof to him that you were in fact gone forever from this world.

Jungkook came to a halt as soon as he saw your grave from afar and his eyes filled with tears even though he‘d promised himself not to cry this time.

Jungkook hugged your waist from behind watching you cook. „Are you cooking my favorite meal?“ He bounced up and down with you in his arms when you nodded causing you to spill the vegetables you‘d cut all over the stove. He noticed your huff and he quickly thought of something to calm you down again. So when you turned around to scold him he did the first thing that came to his mind when he saw your angry expression that was way too cute in his opinion: he leaned forward and pecked your lips loving the way your face turned red immediately.

What he didn‘t expect though was how you took the cooking spoon and painted sauce all over his mouth. Your laugh filled the house and it sounded just like music to his ears as he desperately tried to lick the sauce off his face.

He noticed the way your eyes suddenly lit up and with a smirk you stepped closer tiptoeing to kiss the remaining spots making Jungkook feel things he‘d never felt before. The heat of your body pressed against him was sending shivers down his spine and he couldn‘t move even after you‘d turned around to continue your work. He was mesmerized, to say the least, and he kept on staring at you feeling like the luckiest man alive...

„I wish you were still alive.“ He mumbled to himself looking at the cold stone before he got a grip of himself and finally approached your tomb. Standing in front of it he took a deep breath collecting his thoughts while reading your name over and over again wishing it would become indifferent to him but the depressing feeling never left his chest. He closed his eyes thinking of a way to start talking to you and he felt stupid because he knew you wouldn‘t be there to respond.

„Kookie, just talk to me.“ Your eyes were full of worry and he couldn‘t help but confide his deepest fears and sorrows to you. It was never hard for him to open up to you because you’d proven him many times that you’d still love him no matter what he’d tell you.

„Y/N...“ He started quietly trying to control his trembling voice.

„It‘s been two years...“ He paused sniffling lightly but he was determined to express his deepest thoughts to you so he took a deep breath and continued.

„It‘s been two years since you passed away, Y/N. Two years and there wasn‘t a day where I didn’t wake up wishing you‘d lie there next to me. I miss you so much, Y/N. I know I promised you last time that I‘d move on and I‘m trying to because I know you‘d want me to be happy but it‘s not as easy as I thought it would be. I finally moved away and got a new job, Y/N. I‘m sorry I couldn‘t do that while you were still alive. I can‘t help but think that you‘d be still alive if you‘d never met me in the first place and I blame myself every day for what happened to you. Maybe you can forgive me one day. I hope you will.“

Tears had started to pour down his cheeks and he wiped it away with the back of his hand while staring down at the bouquet in his hands. He was just too ashamed and hurt to look up at your name now.

„I even tried to go on dates because I thought it was finally time to meet somebody else. But no matter how many women I meet I just know I could never love them, Y/N, because I had you. No woman in this world has the same smile as you do and their laugh doesn’t sound like music to my ears when I tell the same old jokes over and over again.

Every time I try to forget you the feeling of loving you comes back and I can‘t help but fall for you even more. The memories we shared together are the only thing that gets me through the day and I feel lucky to have known someone like you. After all the pointless attempts, I gave up trying to get you out of my head for nothing could change the special place you have in my heart, Y/N. And I keep wishing that no matter where you are right now, you still feel the same about me.“

He finally looked up reading your name written on the stone one more time with a tear rolling down his cheek. Crouching down he placed the bouquet in front of the stone resting there for a while feeling deeply relieved after pouring his heart out to you. And even though he never got a response he felt as if you were standing right in front of him looking at him with a fond smile.

„I love you, Y/N. I always will.“

A/N: I love this one even if it‘s sad. This made my best friend cry and I have never been so proud for doing something so horrible. I promised her to write the fluffiest fluff of all times as an apology. So yeah, y‘all can look forward to it too!🥰

Good night💜

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[darnloveablecharacters]

Far From Home, Part Seventeen: Shock

Series Summary: Reader is torn from her reality and dumped into the middle of a war. Will she make it home? Or will she find where she belongs? A Rogue One Reader Insert Fanfiction. Gifs and recognizable characters are not mine, but the story and all of the mistakes are!

Far From Home - Masterlist

Chapter Notes: So, this was legitimately the hardest chapter for me to write. It came to me when I realized that Cassian and Tivik were not only allies, but they had been friends and I thought.... hm, that really sucks. I debated on even writing it. As I wrote it, I had to walk away multiple times because I kept crying (lame). Even now I’m thinking... maybe I shouldn’t. So, naturally.... here it is.

Warnings for this chapter: character death, shock (and all emotion that comes with it), grief

Seven months later, another year gone and Cassian and I have been on a mission for thirty-five days now. There were rumors of a weapon that the Empire was working on. The rumor claimed that this weapon, once completed, would be the end of the war. In that time, we hadn’t come up with a single scrap of information. Nearly exhausting all of our contacts around the galaxy, we were running short of ideas.

I jumped, startled, as Cassian’s data pad crashed against the wall. “Over a month and we have nothing.” He slumped on the bench next to me and rubbed a hand over his face.

“We do have one thing.” I said, reading my data pad.

It’s a long shot.

“What do we have.” He groaned, face still buried in his hand.

“Hope.” I said with conviction, smiling at what I was reading.

“Hope.” He said, unconvinced. “How does that help us now?”

“Hope is the foundation of a rebellion, isn’t it?” I said, handing him the data pad. He took it as I continued, “Without hope for something better, we would have nothing to fight for.”

I watched him as he read the reports. His expression gradually changed from frustration to thoughtfulness. “Saw Gerrerra?” He asked, looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

“There has been increased imperial activity on Jedha, they’re taking something out of the Jedi temple there. It could be related.” I said.

He thought on this for a moment. “The temples are full of kyber crystals. They powered the lightsabers.” He paled as he continued. “If one were to collect enough, it could power a weapon that would destroy an entire city.”

I shuddered at his comment. “It’s not much of a lead, but it’s a start.”

He nodded, but looked unconvinced again. “We have no way of getting to him. He doesn’t take kindly to strangers, it doesn’t matter if they are imperial or alliance. No one comes back.”

I grabbed his hand and squeezed it, “Then we’ll have to find a way to draw them out.”

He glanced back at the data pad, deep in thought. “Tivik.” Cassian muttered.

“What?” I asked, confused.

“Tivik.” Cassian repeated, looking up at me. “He’s a friend of mine. He worked with Saw before his group separated from the alliance. It’s been a long time, but he may be able to get in and find out what’s going on.”

I nodded, smiling, “Let’s get on it then.”

I waited as he sent messages to both Tivik and General Draven.

It’s not a terrible idea, still a long shot.

I was nodding at the thought when Cassian returned to me with a haunted expression. I felt a chill run through me as he spoke. “It’s confirmed, Tivik will try to get in with Saw.”

I nodded, and waited for him to continue. When he didn’t say anything, I pushed for more information. “And?”

He stared at me, calculating. “We have another mission before we head home.”

“Okay.” I said, suddenly nervous.

What could possibly shake him up like this?

“One of the alliance has been captured and is being held on a planet close to our position. We are being sent to…” He took a deep breath, and wouldn’t meet my eyes. “We need to take care of it.”

“A rescue mission then? It’s nothing we haven’t done before.” I said, an uneasy feeling growing in the pit of my stomach.

“They’re being contained in a heavily guarded holding facility. They will have been stripped of everything, including clothes.”

My hand unconsciously moved to the hidden pocket of my jacket containing the lullaby. I looked back at Cassian, who was now watching me intently with sadness in his eyes.

You know what has to be done if they can’t be rescued.

“I understand.” I said, knowing what would need to happen. I felt, and fought the urge to throw up.

“We will have a small window of opportunity when they transfer her to Dathomir, in a few days.”

I kept my reaction at his slip to myself.

Her?

My first thought was of Rhayna, and I said a silent prayer for it not to be her.

He would tell you, right?

I don’t know.

“Let’s get going then.” I said, nauseous.

He nodded and headed to the cockpit, leaving me to steel myself against this next mission.

The planet we were on rained, constantly. The informant had given us enough information to know where the rebel was being held, and where we would be able to get a good vantage point without being seen. When we got in, we immediately understood that there would be no chance of this becoming a rescue mission. Neither Cassian or myself spoke much beyond making when we planned the stakeout.

We all knew upon signing up that this would be a possible occurrence; however, the knowledge that one of us would have to take the shot and kill an ally didn’t sit well for either of us.

We decided to watch in shifts, with K-2 constantly making calculations for the jump to hyperspace for a quick escape. When Cassian offered to take the night shift, I simply nodded in agreement, but felt selfish. I assumed, as he had most likely, that prisoner transfers would most likely happen at night when it would be harder to be seen. The only problem with that logic?

It’s always dark here.

It was on the fourth day of our stakeout when there was finally movement below. I watched through the green glow of my scope as an unmarked transport ship landed on the pad and the doors to the base began to open.

I swallowed the lump that had quickly formed in my throat and called K-2 on the comlink, “It’s happening now, get ready K-2.”

“Confirmed. Calculations are complete, standing by.” He responded.

Let’s get this over with.

I shook off my emotion, and donned the mask of a killer as we had been taught. We were all trained for this potential. Both as the captor and the sniper. The captor will make sure they get in a position for a clean shot, and the sniper will take it. No questions asked. Even though they had prepared us extensively for it, we all prayed that we would never fall in either position.

The doors were fully opened now, and a group of storm troopers had started marching out.

“Y/N.” Cassian’s voice flowed through the comlink. “You don’t have to do this, I’m coming out. I’ll take the shot.”

“No time.” I said, watching through my scope as the storm troopers lined up facing away from the ship, guarding it.

The prisoner will come next.

”Y/N! No, please!” Cassian begged. My heart sunk even further when I heard the edge of panic in his voice.

“Stay on the ship. I’ll be there soon.” I said abruptly, switching the comlink off so I could keep my focus.

The prisoner escort came out next, as expected. But, when I saw the flash of silver skin, my heart seemed to stop beating. I couldn’t breathe.

No.

There was a sudden commotion on the landing pad, as the silver twi’lek started fighting against her escort.

Not her.

I remained motionless, unable to breathe as I watched Rhayna knock a few of the troopers out and run toward the edge of the pad.

Your first nightmare, it’s coming true.

I knew exactly where she would stop, and I fixed the sight in that position, finger ready to squeeze the trigger. I felt ice in my veins as I watched her push a trooper off the ledge and stand tall. Time seemed to stop in that moment. She stared straight at me, smiling, as if she knew it was me staring back at her.

There is no way she could have seen me where I was hidden.

Do it, now.

“I’m so sorry, Rhayna.” I whispered. She winked in my direction as the troopers closed in on her, and I squeezed the trigger.

The shot rang out. With tears in my eyes I watched her fall, just like she had in my nightmare.

You can’t think about that. You have to get back to the ship, now.

For once, I listened to my inner voice and raced back. Cassian was waiting for me when I ran into sight. I yelled for him to take off and he nodded gravely, heading toward the cockpit. I jumped in the ship just as it was leaving the ground, and before I knew it we had made the jump to hyperspace. I collapsed onto the bench, soaked from the rain and staring at the blaster.

“I killed her.” I muttered at it, numb.

You had no choice.

“There had to be another way, if I had known sooner I could have saved her.”

There was no way of knowing.

“Cassian knew.” I said, feeling the heat of anger starting to bubble inside me.

This isn’t his fault.

I sat on the bench stewing in my anger and guilt when I saw Cassian’s feet silently appear in front of me.

“Did you know?” I asked him, shaking.

He didn’t answer immediately. But when he did, I could hear the pain in his voice. “Yes.”

I’m not sure what came over me in that moment. All I know is that everything seemed to turn red. I dropped the blaster on the floor and stood swiftly, punching Cassian in the jaw. I must have caught him off-guard, because he hit the ground and held his jaw where I punched him. He made no move to stand though. He simply stared up at me, full of emotion. His expression wasn’t accusing though, all I could see in his eyes was regret. This made me even angrier.

You need to calm down.

I felt K-2 grab my arms as I moved to lunge at Cassian again, and he pulled me away from him. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I screamed at him, trying to break out of the droids’ grip.

“Let her go, K.” He said, standing.

“Would you like to know the odds of her hitting you again.” K-2 said, containing me as I strained against him, glaring at Cassian with clenched fists.

“I said, let her go.” Cassian repeated, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Very well then, but don’t blame me if she hits you again. The odds are very high that she will.” He said, releasing me and heading back to the cockpit.

We stood facing each other, me with my anger and clenched fists, and him with anguish. “I knew it was her.” He said, causing me to tense even further. “I know I should have told you, but I didn’t know how.” He took a step toward me, his eyes pleading. “How do you tell someone, who you love more than life itself that her friend is going to die by our own hands?”

Would you have been able to?

I ignored the thought. “I could have saved her Cassian!” I shrieked at him.

“We couldn’t have.” He said solemnly. “If she had been transferred to Dathomir, she would have been tortured and eventually, would have died anyway.”

“No. There had to be some other way.” I said weakly, feeling tears burning in my eyes.

“You know there wasn’t.” He said. He took another step closer, slowly reaching toward me.

I couldn’t speak. Before I understood what was happening, the anger was gone. It was replaced by a devastating grief that would have brought me to my knees if Cassian hadn’t caught me. He lowered me gently to the ground, and I buried my face against his chest and cried. I cried for Rhayna, who I would never hear laugh again. I cried for Boe Boe, who may not even know what happened yet. I cried for everyone who had ever been hurt by the Empire. Last, but not least, I cried for Cassian who now held me tightly as my body shook with incessant sobs.

Cassian never spoke, but simply held on to me while I cried. It took a long time, but eventually I ran out of tears and could breathe again. I pulled away to look at Cassian. The first think that I noticed was that he was soaked.

He must have tried to make it to you before you took the shot.

The second thing I noticed broke my heart even further. A bruise had already formed where I had hit him. I reached out and touched him gently where it had formed, and noticed him wince slightly. He relaxed into the touch though, never taking his eyes off me.

“I’m so sorry.” I said, tears burning in my eyes again.

I guess I did have some tears left.

He kissed my forehead and pulled me into another tight hug. “You are in shock. There’s nothing for you to apologize for.”

I’m convinced, there’s no better man in the universe.

I sighed, relaxing in his arms. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of my head, and rested his head there. After another few moments, I heard him say. “Maybe we should get you off the floor now.”

I nodded, and he helped me to my feet. He helped me strip off my wet coat, draped a blanket over me, and lead me over to the bench. I sat down and watched him pick up my discarded blaster and wet clothes, and drop them all into the cargo netting. He turned toward me and touched the purple bruise on his jaw. “I have to say, that was a damn good hit.”

I smiled sadly at this. “Rhayna taught me.” I said, thinking of our classes together.

“She was a good friend.” He said quietly, taking the seat next to me.

I nodded in agreement, unable to speak again. He grabbed my hand, interlacing his fingers in mine, and pulled me toward him. I slowly relaxed in his embrace, but refused to sleep.

“Thank you, Cass.” I said after a few moments of silence.

He hugged me tighter. “What could you possibly be thanking me for right now love?”

“For the blanket, of course.”

I heard him sigh in relief before he said, “Always.”

Oh good, now you’ve combined them. ‘I love you’ works too you know.

Not now, brain.

[tandgstories-blog]

Character Sheet...

Character Sheet for Durjan Nyghte better known as Morpheus 

Verse: The Prophecy:The Death Curse Date: 01/16/17

Full Name: Morpheus Nickname/Alias: Durjan Nyghte Meaning: Shape/Dark night (Alias) Title: God of dreams Pet Name: Sand Man, love Signature: Neat and beautiful cursive

Gender: Non Binary Gender Role: Acts more feminine Pronouns: Him/His or They/Their Orientation: Pansexual/Polyamorous Real Age: Unknown Age Appearance: Appears early twenties Birthday: None Deathday: None Birthplace: Hades

Immediate Family: Father, Hypnos; Uncle, Thanatos; Aunt, Eris; Grandmother, Nyx; Grandfather, Eberos,  Triplet Brothers(including him), Phobetor & Phantos Distant Family: Most of his uncles and aunts Parenting: It depended on who he was staying with Upbringing: Never do anything for free, work hard, believe in the darkness and chaos Species: Deity, Daemon Ethnicity: Greek Blood Type: Unknown Preferred Hand: Left handed Eye Color: Acidic Green (Sclera is solid black)(Most common form)/Naturally white iris outer ring of pale pink Hair Color: Dyed purple, naturally chestnut brown(Most common form)/Naturally solid black Hairstyle: Undercut, chin length, usually kept in a ponytail(Most common form)/Knee length, bangs frame face naturally Skin Tone: Olive Complexion: Youthful glow Makeup: Nail polish, sometimes wears other make up Build: Lean, swimmer Height: 5'8” Weight: 140 lbs Facial Hair: Stays clean shaven Birthmarks/scars: None Distinguishing Features: Eyes, Tattoos Tattoos: wings filling back, long horns on side of head, night sky sleeve on right arm, alchemy symbols down left arm, sclera(white of the eye) tattooed black, a chomp chomp on his ass

Health: Divine Energy: More than he appears to have Memory: Poor memory with specific details Senses: They are about equal, though greater than a human's Allergies: Claims to be allergic to daylight, none Handicaps: None Medication: None Phobias: Silence, Bright lights Addictions: Sleep, movies, music Mental Disorders: Hypnosomnia (excessive sleep) Style: Gothic and punk styled clothes Mode of Dress: When he's not being super lazy, he'll actually look really good Grooming: Either well kept or messy, no inbetween Posture: Slouches Gait: Slowly but with extreme grace Coordination: Far stronger, faster, and better reflexes than a typical human Habits and Mannerisms: Excessive yawning, Rubbing exposed skin, Making weird faces Scent: Smells like poppies under a full moon Mood: Lethargic Attitude: Doesn't want to deal with people while awake Stability: Fairly stable Expressiveness: Is the least expressive person on the planet when awake When Happy: Hums softly, sleeps lessWhen Depressed: Sleeps more, will fuck with people's dream When Angry: Will put people in eternal sleep, deny them dreams, full blown attack someone Family: Family loves him, especially his brothers Friends: He's lazy but incredibly kind Enemies: He's a lazy good for nothing bastard Bosses: Grandparents Followers: Many people follow him or at least acknowledge him Heroes: Family Rivals: Brothers, aunt and uncles Relates to: Brothers, father Pets/Familiars: A stuffed animal goldfish named Glub, shouldn't be responsible for another's life Wardrobe: It's a mixture of casual and comfortable and expensive Equipment: A decent sized box that’s half ivory and half horn and very decorative Accessories: Two tongue piercings, two lips rings on the left, two eyebrow piercings on the right, septum piercing, several ear piercings Trinkets: A pocket watch with a night sky on it Funds: Unlimited funds due to divine status Home: Decorated as however Phoinix wants Neighborhood: Artsy, higher income people Transportation: Teleports, sometimes flies License Plate Number: Doesn't own a vehicle, can't drive Collections: Blankets Most valuable possession: His pocket watch, blessed by his grandmother and father Prized Possession: Pocket watch Lovers: a variety of lovers Marital Status: Divorced, dating Phoinix and Mags Sex Life: Pretty much dead Turn-Ons: He doesn't care as long as they can sit down, relax, and cuddle Turn Offs: Fidgeting, pacing, super energetic or excited Position: Switch Fetishes: Experimentalism, Rope Play/Shibari, Pet, Masochist, Blood Play, Non-Monogamy Virginity: Too many times to keep count Element: None

Occupation: God of dreams Work Ethic: Loves his job, hates to work Rank: N/A Income: However much they want Wealth Status: Higher class, lives however he wants, usually middle class Experience: None really, born into his divinity Organizations/Affiliations: Whoever sleeps Social Stereotype: Goth or Punk now and days Intelligence: Interpersonal/Intrapersonal Extracurricular Activities: Sleeping, listening to music, sometimes going to a night club, watching movies Religion: Greek Pantheon Morals: Moral compass is a bit skewed, believes that as long as you don't get caught, do what you want Crime Record: Nothing recorded by man Motivation: His job as a god, family Priorities: Family, Personal interests, friends Philosophy: Never be afraid to pursue your dreams, even if it means sleeping your life away Political Party: None Etiquette: Excellent manners Culture: Greek Influences: Family inspires him Relates to: Dreamers of the world Traditions: Greek traditions Superstitions: None Main Goal: Learn what human life is like Minor Goals/Ambitions: Support his friends Career: None Desires: To learn more about human life and why they're so active Wishlist: None Accomplishments: None really Greatest Achievement: Starting to live on earth Biggest Failure: Doesn't talk about it Secrets: He hides the fact that he's a god Regrets: Not moving to earth sooner Worries: Being discovered and feared Best Memories: Spending time with his family Worst Memories: Losing his wife

Hobbies/Interests: Besides sleep, likes to listen to music, watch movies, and make people have weird dreams Skills/Talents: Extremely talented and creative when creating dreams for people Likes: Sleeping, creating dreams, watching movies, listening to music, cuddling, cheesy jokes and puns Dislikes: Being woken up, super excited or energetic people Sense of Humor: Dark, witty, sarcastic, punny Pet Peeves: When people can’t stay calm, when people are unnecessarily loud Superstitions/Beliefs: Knows the powers of the gods, doesn't have any superstitions Dreams/Nightmares: Can't dream Quirks: Likes making a nest to sleep, hates wearing shoes or socks, Savvy: Greek mythology, dreams and their meanings Can't understand: human culture, energetic people, rushing around, insomnia Closet Hobby: Going to a nightclub to party Guilty Pleasure: Helping his aunt or uncle with their work Strengths: Kindness, Patience Flaws: Lazy, prone to lying, likes to sometimes cause mischief Perception: A world full of dreamers just needing the motivation to strive for them Conflicts: When his interests with humans interfere with his divine status Instincts: Constantly create dreams Lures: Tranquil people, Nightmares, Sleeping people in general Soft Spot: Humans who can't sleep, cats Cruel Streak: Insulting his family or friends, People who are cruel or mean without reason Powers/Abilities: Can shapeshift to look like any person, can influence, change, and shape anyone's dreams, can put single individuals to sleep, can hide his wings and horns, can prevent people from ever dreaming again, can put people into an eternal sleep Origin: Divine birth Source: Through a variety of means, often by using a box Ability: The best, the god of these skills Weaknesses: Same weaknesses as most deities Immunities: Cannot catch human diseases or illnesses Restrictions: Can only enter another's dream when he's asleep Alternate Forms: Shape Shifting abilities, only his family knows his true form Extra Anatomy: Wings(Left is white, right is black), long horns growing from temple and back just past his head(Left is white, right is black) Special: When in his true form, he looks like an ancient greek king in people’s dreams. Often wears a long rawhide trench coat that is white on the left, black on the right. Also wears worn leather pants that are white on the left and black on the right.  Wears knee high boots and soft leather gloves, both have the left one white, and the right one black. Also wears a white gold crown. Languages: Can speak any spoken language Accent: Changes with his form Voice: Low bass, deep and husky Speech Impediments: Can have one depending on his form Greetings and Farewells: A series of grunts and other noises and waves State of Mind: “How are you?” Proceeds to grunt Compliment: “You're as beautiful as a dream come true,” Insult: “I'd say knowing you is a dream come true but it's more like a nightmare,” Expletive: Just doesn't curse, will make a weird face at you though Laughter: He laughs very quietly, you can usually tell he's laughing by the fact that his shoulders shake, Tag Line: Random meows at friends, “Sorry, can't help with that, I'm sleeping,” Signature Quote: “I'm like a cat that way. I sleep twenty hours a day and gods know what I do in the other four,” “I love helping people dream. If they are willing to dream it, I know that they can achieve it. It's something beautiful,” Reputation: He's lazy First Impressions: He's extremely tired and doesn't want to be there Stranger Impressions: He's a little off, looks like he doesn't want to be there Friendly Impressions: He's lazy yes, but that doesn't stop him from being kind and funny. Enemy Impressions: He's a freak, and he needs to wake the fuck up Familiar Impressions: He sleeps so much so that he can do his job as the god of dreams, he's a good but mischievous guy Compliments: Inspiring, funny, odd Insults: Freak, bastard, sleep addict Self-Impression: He's a lazy bastard who hasn't accomplished anything significant in his long life The Self: Caring individual who wants to inspire others through their dreams The Shadow: A cruel and masochistic man who doesn't mind hurting others to have a little fun and chaos Persona/Mask: Presents a lazy bastard to hide a sensitive and caring man Role: The inspiration, keeping people on their toes Fulfillment: By helping people with their dreams, and just being odd Significance: His divine abilities Comparison: Cats, lots of cats Symbol: Sleeping cats, anything that makes you think of sleeping Song: “Morpheus in a Masquerade” by Cain’s Offering Vice: (Pride/Greed/Gluttony/Lust/Envy/Sloth/Wrath) Virtue: (Patience/Diligence/Chastity/Temperance/Charity/Kindness/Humility) Defining Moment: When he left Hades to live among humans Tropes: His clothing choices, taste in music, some of his views Originality: His divinity One Word: Strange