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javierpena-inatacvest · 2 months ago

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Chapter 21- Paradise

Summary: Now that you and Javi are married, it's time for you to enjoy two weeks of nothing but your three favorite "S's"- Sun, sand, and sex. Lots of Sex.

Word Count: 13.9K

Warnings: SMUT (18+) unprotected p in v sex, oral (f and m receiving) vaginal fingering, praise kink, marriage kink, big, fat, nasty, unspeakable breeding kink (WHOOPS), stopping birth control/starting a family, kind of semi-public sex (sex on the beach hehe), alcohol/drinking (y'all are getting wasted at the pool), I'm convinced these two can't have sex without getting caught (sorry, Chucho), Javi in a bathing suit, these two are so stupidly in love

A/N: ..... Hey.... Y'all remember when I actually wrote for this story.... 😭 I'm genuinely SO sorry that this chapter took me literal months to finish, but she is finally here!!! Thank you so much for all of your patience and the love you've shown these two even in this story's absence 🥺 I hope you enjoy these two horndogs on their honeymoon!!!

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“We have all of our bags?”

“Yup.”

“Passports?”

“Mhmmmm.”

“Plane tickets?”

“Yes.”

“We’re positive that we have-”

“Baby, I promise, I triple checked everything this morning, it’s all waiting by the front door, all we have to do now is just wait for my dad to pick us up and take us to the airport, and all my wife needs to do is take a deep breath and relax.”

My wife.

Even though you had been married for less than 24 hours, you knew the sentiment of finally getting to be Javi’s wife wasn’t wearing off on you any time soon.

Javi smiled, playfully crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow at you as you ran through your honeymoon inventory again, knowing damn well you looked like a fool in your frantic pre-traveling state. You more than trusted that Javi had everything the two of you needed before you left for the airport, but you just couldn’t shake the fact that you felt like you were forgetting something, despite all your checks and re-checks.

“Well, your wife will be much more relaxed once we land after being trapped in a flying tin can and have two feet on the ground again.” You sighed, trying not to let your fear of flying override your excitement to finally arrive in the Bahamas later that day. “God, I feel like I forgot to pack something important but I can’t figure out what.”

As you stared in frustration at your pile of suitcases, you could feel Javi sneaking behind you, flushing his chest to your back as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he rested his chin on your shoulder, planting a soft kiss on your temple.

“I think I know what it is.” Javi smirked, his kisses traveling down your jaw as he nipped at your ear, making you turn your head back toward him in confusion.

“Oh, so now you’re a husband and a mind reader. That honestly will come in very handy.” You teased, giggling while you shifted around to face him, draping his arms around his neck as his hands traveled down your waist, reaching down to grab a handful of your ass. “Jesus Javi, what in the world am I forgetting, because you seem pretty darn happy I can’t remember it.”

“You really don’t know?” Javi asked, almost mockingly, tightening his grip around your hips, peppering kisses along your jaw and neck, the hot words of his breath dancing across your skin.

“No, Mr. Mind Reader, I don’t, and you’re making it very hard to concentrate and figure out what it is.”

You were trying your best to genuinely let your brain run out its train of thought, but as Javi’s kisses across your collarbone became wetter and sloppier, trying to form any sort of coherent idea was practically impossible.

Javi paused for a moment, reaching both hands up to cusp your face, his broad hands cradling your jaw as his thumbs swiped across your cheeks, looking up at him to see the boyish grin spread from cheek to cheek.

“You’re forgetting something because you’re forgetting to bring it on purpose. Something we threw away this morning, remember?”

Oh shit.

You were forgetting something. Only, now that you finally remembered what it was, you couldn’t be happier that you had forgotten it.

Your birth control.

As Javi watched your face quickly fade from confusion to delight, your grin was just about as wide as his, biting down on your lip to try and contain your excitement while your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest.

The two of you could actually start trying for a baby.

“You remember now?” Javi teased, laughing to himself at how wide your eyes had gone, practically beaming from the inside out at your husband, feeling butterflies swirl in your stomach and heat building in your core.

Leaning up, your mouth met Javi’s in a sloppy dance of tongues and teeth, lips crashing together in electric excitement, grabbing a fistfull of the fitted green t-shirt covering his chest and tugging him closer towards you.

“How much longer until your dad is supposed to be here?” You rasped, already breathing heavily from your frantic kisses and anticipation.

Quickly, Javi looked down at his watch wrapped around his wrist, the gears turn in his brain, calculating if the two of you had enough time to do what he knew you were proposing.

“Fuck- Like, 40 minutes?”

Without saying a word, both of you agreed in silent, rushed nods that 40 minutes was enough time to give yourself enough of a buffer, and the risk definitely didn’t outweigh the reward, knowing there was no way in hell that you could wait an entire plane ride and arriving at your hotel room to fuck.

In an instant, your mouths were crashing together again, Javi grabbing the underside of your thighs to hoist you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you back towards the couch in the living room, the back of his knees hitting the sofa as he collapsed into his seat, you still straddling his lap without ever parting your lips.

Javi’s hands crept below the hem of your shirt, shuffling it over your head and tossing it on the floor before shuffling your shorts and underwear off to join your top in a crumpled pile on the floor. Your hands worked rapidly at the waistband of Javi’s shorts, lifting up off his lap to push them down his thighs, revealing the hard and weeping mess his cock had already become since carrying you over to the couch, your cunt aching at the sight of his length and how desperately you wanted to be filled by it.

“God, I wanna fuck you so bad.” You whimpered between your wet kisses, shifting yourself closer to hover over his dick, so turned on that you were convinced that your arousal was already dripping down your thighs at an embarrassing rate.

“Baby, you have no fucking idea.” Javi groaned, dragging his fingers through your folds, your body jolting at the sensation at the pads of his fingers rubbing over your clit, throbbing and aching under his touch. “Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking wet.”

Reaching down to wrap your hand around the base of his cock, stroking it a few times, you slowly lowered yourself down onto his tip, knowing that with your limited time and how turned on you were, you didn’t want to feel anything besides the sweet sting of Javi’s stretch filling you to the brim.

The two of you moaned in unison as you sank down on his length, bottoming out until you had taken every inch of him, taking a second to adjust to his size before rolling your hips over his lap in figure eights.

“F-fuck, you feel so good, Javi.” You whined, circling your bottom half faster, the friction of the hairs at the base of Javi’s cock rubbing deliciously against your clit combined with Javi groping at your breasts, sucking at one of your pebbled nipples while he rolled the other between his fingers, making your breath hitch in the back of your throat.

Javi began to let his hips rut up into yours, thrusting his length deeper into your cunt as you rode him, his hands sliding down the sides of your body and wrapping around your ass, massaging the plump flesh between his fingers while his lips crashed into yours again, catching each other’s muffled moans.

“F-fuck…” Javi whined, tightening his grip to try and maintain his composure as his thoughts began to flow straight from his brain through his mouth. “I’m gonna fuck you so full of me, Osita. Fuck a baby into you, get you pregnant, watch you grow our our kid and give us our perfect family.”

“Oh my god- fuck- yes. Please, Javi. Fuck, I want you to knock me up. I wanna- fuck- I wanna make you a daddy.” You moaned, running your hands through the dark curls of Javi’s hair as he began to pound into you even harder, his fingertips gripping your hips with bruising intensity as he guided you up and down his cock, the two of you both so lost in your own pleasure that you hadn’t heard a faintly familiar voice echoing from the front door.

“Javi, Mija, I know I’m a little early but I figured you’d rather get to the airport earlier than later!”

Little did poor Chucho know that today was one of the few times in his life that he would regret showing up anywhere earlier than expected.

Surprised by the lack of response, despite the packed and stacked bags waiting by the front door, an unsuspecting Chucho kicked off his boots and began meandering down the entryway towards your living room, where and even more unsuspecting you and Javi were half dressed and sprawled across your couch trying to make a baby.

“Javier? Mija? Are you two ready to leave soon? I was hoping that- Oh Dios Mio!”

“AHHHHHHH!”

With Javi’s back to his dad as you sat in his lap, you were the first to lock eyes with your now father-in-law, your jaw practically falling to the floor as you let out a panicked shriek, causing Javi to whip his own head around, terror running through his veins as he frantically threw you off his lap and tried to cover the both of you with the nearest blanket he could find.

“Jesus Christ, Pops!” Javi shouted, hands covering his face that had turned bright red in quite possibly the world's worst kind of embarrassment. “Why are you here so early?! Please just, I- I don’t know, for Christ’s sake, please go wait outside!” He sighed, pointing towards the front door where Chucho had just regrettably entered from.

“How was I supposed to know!? I figured I would be safe! Say no more, I will just go wait on the front porch. Aye, aye, aye…” Chucho replied, quickly scampering away towards the door, eyes peeled to the ground and arms up in self-defense, waiting until you heard the soft slam and clicking lock behind him before peering out from underneath your blanket shield.

“Jesus fucking Christ…” Javi groaned, hands still covering his face as you looked up at him, cheeks glowing beet red in embarrassment.

“Please don’t tell me your dad just walked in on us having sex…” You winced, absolutely knowing the answer to your question, but still somehow praying that maybe, just maybe, you were imaging things.

“... My dad definitely just walked in on us having sex.” Javi sighed, his face as almost as red as yours, scrambling to find your clothes scattered between the cushions, tossing them over to you, frantically trying to cover yourself up to save any ounce of dignity you had left.

“Well, looks like I am going to start walking to the airport because I don’t think I can ever make eye contact with your dad again…” You muttered, making you and Javi laugh just enough to try and ease the uncomfortable tension, wondering how in the world you were supposed to spend an entire ride to the airport with Chucho without wanting to crawl out of your skin. “I thought you said he was supposed to get here later!”

“Well that’s what I thought too, but apparently not!” Javi grumbled, shuffling his shirt over his head, combing his hand through his hair to try and fix the mess you had made raking your fingers through it.

“Guess we won’t have any worries about getting to the airport on time…”

“Guess you’re right about that. Fuck me…”

“Sure you don’t wanna start walking?”

While Chucho, you and Javi had seemingly made a silent pact to not say a peep to each other the entire car ride for the duration of your drive, every passing second seemed more awkward and uncomfortable than the last, truly regretting your decision to not grab your bags and walk along the highway to try and catch your flight.

It wasn’t until Chucho began pulling up to drop the two of you off that he decided it was time to break your truce, his eyes meeting yours in the rear view mirror as the two of you sat awkwardly in the backseat, bracing yourself the moment you could feel his mouth begin to open.

“You know, the night of our wedding, Lucia and I just couldn’t keep our hands off each other either, it was so-”

“Dad!” Javi interjected, his face physically scrunching in pain at the thought of how his father planned to complete the rest of that thought, trying to cut him off before he could get any further.

“Lo siento (Sorry)! God forbid I try to do something to ease the tension!” Chucho chuckled, throwing his hands up in defense at his statement.

“I don’t think where you were headed was the way to do that, Pops.” Javi muttered, letting out another deep sigh of embarrassment.

“Well lucky for you, it looks like we’re here.” Chucho smiled, pulling into one of the parking spots outside of your gate and turning off the ignition. “Here, let me help you with the bags in the trunk and-”

“Nope, already got it, Pops, please do not get out of the car.” Javi begged, practically sprinting out of the backseat to the trunk, you quickly following behind him, beginning to sheepishly unload your luggage from the car.

Of course, Chucho being Chucho was not about to take no for an answer, slowly fumbling his way out of the car to greet the two of you at the trunk with a mischievous grin stretched ear to ear.

“Pops, please, I told you I’ve got it, I-”

“Oh hush, Javier, I am just coming out to say goodbye, yo promento (I promise).” Chucho laughed, grabbing Javi by the shoulder, giving him a little shake.

“Bye Chucho.” You grimaced, leaning in reluctantly for a hug. “Thanks for dropping us off. S-sorry about earlier.” You couldn’t help but wince again, eyes darting to the ground at your last sentence.

“Oh mija, don’t apologize. Could be worse.”

“I’m not really sure how it could be…” You whispered under your breath, just loud enough for Javi to hear, making him hold back a snort.

“Besides, I think this bodes well for my bet I have placed.” Chucho smirked, crossing his arms over his chest as the two of you looked at him in confusion,

“Your bet?” Javi asked, raising an eyebrow at his dad.

“Mhmmm. The bet between me, your family, Mija, and the Murphy’s.”

“As much as I love a vague and cryptic guessing game, any chance you’re gonna tell us what that bet is?” You laughed uncomfortably, looking back between Javi and Chucho.

“Oh, don’t you worry, Mija. I think the two of you will know soon enough. Okay, enough of that! I will let the two of you go. Have a safe flight and a wonderful trip. I couldn’t be happier for the two of you. Enjoy your first of your many amazing adventures as a married couple.”

While you couldn’t deny you still weren’t far off from wanting to find the nearest hole and disappear in, you couldn’t help but feel your cheeks warm at the sentiment of Chucho’s well-wishes, placing your hand in Javi’s and squeezing it tight, beaming up at your husband with love and excitement.

“Thanks, Pops.”

“Claro (of course). Alright, mijos, adios. Have fun. But not too much fun, if you know what I-”

“Yup, we know exactly what you mean, bye, Dad!” Javi grunted, gently turning his father around and pushing him back towards the car making him laugh, giving the both of you one last wave goodbye before disappearing down the road.

“Jesus Christ, I’m glad that’s over…” Javi sighed, wrapping his arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“You can say that again. What bet do you think he was talking about?”

“Honestly, no fucking clue. And truth be told, right now, I couldn’t care less. Because right now,” He paused, leaning down to hold your cheek in his palm, forcing your gaze up at him, “all I care about,” he paused once again, planting a playful kiss on your lips, “is getting my beautiful wife onto this plane so we can start our honeymoon.”

“Say it again.” You smiled, pressing up on your tiptoes to kiss him back.

“My wife. My beautiful, amazing, drop dead gorgeous wife, who has single-handedly made me the luckiest man in the entire world.” Javi smirked, biting down on his lip as his grip tightened around you, making you giggle.

“Easy there, Romeo, we still have a whole flight to get through, ya know.”

Fortunately, your flight and arrival to the Bahamas was much less eventful than anything that had happened this morning, the embarrassment of your father-in-law’s unfortunate timing quickly fading away as you strolled up to the front desk to check into your room for the next ten days of nothing but what you had deemed your three favorite “S’s”-

Sun, sand, and sex.

Lots of sex.

“Hi there! Welcome! My name is Cassandra, how can I help the two of you today?” A woman smiled politely from behind the check-in desk, quickly clacking away at her keyboard.

“Hi. We’re checking in for Peña.” Javi beamed, grabbing your hand in his, gently rubbing his thumb over both sets of rings wrapped around your finger, knowing there wasn’t a chance in hell he’d ever get used to the fact he was lucky enough to get to call you his wife for the rest of his life.

“Perfect! Let me get right on that.” She nodded, fingers tapping across the keys as she looked up your information. “Any special reason for your stay here?”

“Honeymoon.” The two of you answered in sync, laughing to yourselves at your well timed response.

“Well why didn’t you say that to begin with?! Let me see if I have anything I can upgrade you to for your stay!” Cassandra scoffed, almost comedically offended that your opening line hadn’t been “It’s our honeymoon, upgrade our room please!”

“Oh, you don’t have to-”

“Oh, honey, please. This is my favorite part of my job. Absolutely the least I can do for the two of you. Congratulations. Just give me one second here and…. Ah! Yes! I thought this one was available. Let’s upgrade you to the Ocean View King Suite. This one is one of my favorite rooms. You get the most beautiful view of the sunrise right from your balcony!”

You and Javi looked at each other beaming, grins plastered across your faces in surprise. “Thank you so much, this is so nice of you to do for us.” You smiled.

“Of course. Least that I can do. Like I said, it’s one of the highlights of doing this job. Alright, well, here are your room keys!” Cassandra grinned, passing the key cards and room information over the concierge desk and handing them to you and Javi. “If you head over to your right, there’s a bay of elevators that will take you to your room. I hope that you two have a wonderful stay, and enjoy your honeymoon!”

“Thank you again, we really appreciate it.” Javi nodded, stuffing things into his pocket before leaning down to give you a kiss and reaching back to grab his suitcase and your hand in his.

As Javi turned, leading the two of you towards the elevator, you couldn’t help but laugh at Cassandra’s face, her eyebrow playfully raised and head nodding in approval, pointing at Javi and giving you a thumbs up, as if you needed more confirmation that you had made a top-tier choice on the man you were going to spend the rest of your life with.

“What’s so funny?” Javi smirked, tilting his head in confusion at your giggles as the two of you stepped into the elevator with the small crowd of people on their way back to their hotel rooms.

“Nothing. Just some reassurance that I cleaned up pretty damn well in the husband department, which I can’t say I disagree with.” You snickered, reaching up to wrap your hand around his jaw, squeezing his cheeks in your grasp.

“You’re such a dork, you know that?”

“A dork who is now your wife, thank you very much.” You sassed, crossing your arms over your chest, making the two of you laugh quietly to yourselves until the ding of the elevator caught your attention. “Oh! I think this is us!” Quickly scrambling to grab your suitcase, you dashed out of the elevator as the doors parted, followed by Javi, trying to keep up with your excited pace.

“Alright, Mrs. Dork, we’re room 2331.” Javi grinned, pulling the information from the front desk out of his pocket, scanning the hallway for rooms approaching your number, watching you search in front of him with detective-like accuracy.

“Okay, let’s see, 2329… 2330… Here! Here it is! 2331!” You beamed, showing off the number of your room Vanna White style to Javi as he began to slip the room key into the card reader, pausing for a moment to stare at you with his sweet brown eyes in the midst of your goofiness. “What’s that look for?” You teased, smiling back at him.

“Just reminding myself of how lucky I am. I love you, Mrs. Peña.”

Mrs. Peña.

You couldn’t help but let your heart skip a beat at the sound of him saying it, still not quite sure that the incredible reality of your new last name had completely sunk in with you yet.

“I love you too, Mr. Peña. Now, you gonna open this door so we can put this room to use or what?” You smirked, raising your eyebrow at him playfully, gesturing towards your hotel room door.

With a quick swipe of your room key the two of you unlocked your door to get a first glimpse of your hotel room. At first, the both of you were convinced you must have been in the wrong place, because this was the most beautiful, luxurious hotel room that you had ever laid eyes on. Complete with a giant king bed covered in fresh white sheets, free standing tub, huge couch and living room area, newly renovated, and most impressively, a huge set of sliding glass doors that lead to your balcony overlooking a breath-taking view of the beach and ocean below you.

Mental note to self- you owed Cassandra at the big desk the biggest thank you ever.

“Holy shit, Javi. This is gorgeous.” You muttered to yourself, dropping your bags off at one of the closets at the front of the room as you began to wander and explore, gently poking and prodding around as if you were a tourist in a museum, rather than a hotel guest in your own room.

“It’s got no lack of options, that’s for sure.” Javi laughed quietly to himself, following behind you as he set down his own bags before doing an investigation of his own, the majority of which was spent watching you excitedly explore the in’s and outs of your new home for the next 10 days.

“No lack of options?” You asked, tilting your head in confusion, as you turned towards Javi, hands resting on his hips with a smug grin spread from ear to ear.

“Mmmhmmm.” He replied, making his way towards you until his hands were wrapped around your waist, pulling you against his chest to force your gaze up at his brown eyes, pooling with an equal combination of excitement and mischief. “No lack of options in this room for places I get to fuck my beautiful wife.”

“You’re so bad!” You teased, giving him a little slap to his chest as the two of you laughed, knowing that you had the exact same thought, he was just the first to say it.

“Oh c’mon, like you didn’t think the same thing.”

“Okay listen… you’re not wrong. I would be a liar if I didn’t walk in here and think about how many different furniture choices we could fuck on before we had to leave.” You sighed in a playful defeat, your breaths slowly transforming to light and giggly to low and needy as Javi slid his hands resting on your hips down to your ass, palming it in his grasp.

Craning his head down to rest in the crook of your neck, you couldn’t help but moan as he sucked at your pulse point, wet kisses consuming your neck and jawline as a damp patch began to pool in your underwear, falling apart under Javi’s touch.

“Well if that’s the case, what should we break in first, Osita? What does mi esposa (my wife) want? ” Javi hummed, slipping his hands under the waistband of your shorts and underwear, pushing them over your hips and down your legs until they pooled around your ankles, leaving your bottom half bare.

Snaking his hand between your bodies, you whimpered as his fingers ghosted over your core, grazing over your clit with just enough pressure to make you shutter in anticipation, feeling the slick of your arousal beginning to coat your thighs with want and need.

“F-fuck-” You stammered, trying to string together anything that resembled a coherent thought, “The b-bed. Fuck me on the bed, baby, please.”

Without another word, Javi had scooped you up under your thighs, forcing your legs to lock around his waist as he carried you toward the bed, mouths crashing together in a hungry mess of tongues and teeth.

Javi set you down, gently laying your back on the bed just enough to let your lower half hang off the edge so he could make a home between your legs, draping each one over his shoulders and pushing them open further to reveal the wet, puffy mess in between your thighs.

You should have been embarrassed with how worked up you already were from a few kisses and some ass grabbing, but with how excited you were to be here with your husband, without a worry in the world besides how many times you could disrespect your hotel room before you had to leave, you had no shame in how you were already dripping with anticipation as Javi’s eyes locked on your core.

“Fuck, she’s so pretty.” Javi cooed, admiring the glistening sheen of your slick covering your folds, planting gentle kisses along the soft skin of your thighs, creeping closer and closer to your center. You sat up on your elbows to watch as Javi’s fingers lazily traced your cunt, collecting your arousal, rubbing with just enough pressure to make your clit throb even harder than it already had been. “Always so wet for me, Hermosa. My perfect wife. Fuck, I still can’t believe you’re all mine forever.”

“Forever.” You whimpered, breath hitching in the back of your throat as Javi’s tongue dragged across your core with a broad, flat stroke, looking up at you with those devastatingly sweet, chocolate brown eyes, pulling off you with the look you knew all too well meant you were absolutely a goner.

“Tastes so fucking sweet, baby.” Javi hummed, carefully bringing two fingers to your core, sinking them inside your weeping hole to prod steadily against your g-spot

“Oh my god, fuck-” You whimpered, Javi working at a painstakingly slow pace that still had you writhing under his touch, his mouth and fingers moving in the perfect combination of pressure to already have a tingle beginning to build at the base of your spine despite the fact he had just started eating you out.

Your jaw went slack as his digits prodded faster, his tongue swirling and flicking against your sensitive bundle of nerves, ragged moans and whimpers escaping from your lips, growing louder and more wonton by the second.

“That’s my girl.” Javi cooed, pulling off you just enough to catch your attention, his fingers never faltering in pace, “Fuck, I could listen to you like this all day, Osita. All the pretty noises my wife makes just for me. C’mon, baby. You want everyone here to know who makes you feel this good, huh? Tell them, sweet girl, who makes you feel this good?”

“Y-you, Javi, fuck- You do, baby.” You moaned, feeling your pussy begin to flutter around Javi’s fingers as his smug smirk pressed back against your cunt, now sucking at your clit with a ferocious switch intensity he knew would send you over the edge in an instant.

Squeezing Javi’s head between your thighs, you cried out louder, chanting his name like a prayer with each second you grew closer and closer to your end, feeling arousal creeping through your body at a rapid rate.

“Javi, Javi, fuck- Oh, baby, Javi, I’m gonna- gonnaahhhhhhh-”

In an instant, your orgasm crashed through you, filling you with all consuming pleasure that had you seeing stars, sobbing out as your cunt clamped down around Javi’s fingers that were pulsing inside you through your high.

At this point, you were probably close to suffocating your poor husband, but it was his own damn fault for knowing how to make you cum so hard, your soul just about left your body.

Finally regaining enough inhibition, you let your legs fall open, freeing Javi from the thigh prison he had trapped himself in, still smirking with delight despite his red face and shortness of breath.

“Jesus Christ, Osita.” He laughed, standing up as he began to shed his clothes, tossing his shirt and shorts in a crumpled pile on the floor, followed by his already tented and stained boxers, revealing his painfully hard cock, slapping against his stomach and bobbing between his legs as it was freed. “You tryin’ to kill me, baby?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” You huffed, chest still rising and falling with heavy breaths as you came down from your high. “Sorry, not my fault you make me cum so hard I put you in a headlock between my legs.”

You and Javi both couldn’t help but laugh as he helped you slide further up the bed, crawling over you and caging you under his broad body, peppering every inch of your body with kisses and intentionally tickling you with his mustache in all the places he knew made you giggle the most.

“If I die between my wife’s thighs buried face deep in her pussy, I’d die a happy man.”

“Well I have no plans on intentionally murdering you on this trip, so count yourself safe this time, Peña.”

“Baby, I’m convinced you’re just trying to kill me slowly this entire trip, considering you have nothing packed in your suitcase besides bikinis and sundresses.” Javi sighed, arms planted around your head as he laid overtop of you, kissing up your collarbone and neck, all the way up your jawline.

“Javier Peña, we are literally on a tropical vacation to the Bahamas. Would you have liked me to pack, a parka and snow pants?” You teased, breath hitching in the back of your throat between giggles, trying to maintain your composure between the wet, hot kisses, Javi was planting across your skin.

“No,” He grumbled, “You’re the hottest woman I’ve ever fucking met, baby, you don’t think people aren’t staring at you everywhere you go? I can’t fucking blame ‘em, but they better notice that ring on your finger and know you’re off limits.”

Heat crept through your cheeks, butterflies swirling in your stomach from what he had said, picking up on the notion behind his thoughts. Javi wasn’t a jealous man, but fuck, was he a protective one, and God help any man who tried to knowingly make a move on you while he was around.

He wanted everyone to know you were his, and you just as badly wanted everyone to know he was yours.

“Maybe just the ring isn’t enough, baby.” He smirked, nipping and tugging at your skin with his teeth as he snaked his hand between your bodies to stroke himself and line his cock up with your entrance. “‘Cause you know what else isn’t in your suitcase?”

Your birth control.

You didn’t have to say a word to know exactly what Javi meant, your face swelling with a mixture of excitement and want.

“Javi, oh fuck-” You moaned, cut off by the sweet sting of Javi pushing into you, filling you up with every inch of himself until he had bottomed out, stalling for a moment to let you adjust to his fullness before slowly dragging his cock in and out of your cunt.

“Maybe,” he groaned, biting down on his lip at just how good you felt around him, warmth and wetness coating his length with each stroke, “Maybe that ring on your finger isn’t enough, Ostia. Maybe once they see you pregnant with our baby growing inside you, they’ll know you’re mine.”

It never failed to amaze you just how Javi knew how to make you short circuit with words alone, hoping the entire resort didn’t hear the absolutely pathetic whimper you let out at the idea of finally carrying his baby, showing off your family to the world, and the man who had given it to you.

“Fuck, knock me up Javi. Wanna- wanna make you a daddy.” You whined, wrapping your arm up around his neck, running your fingers through his dark and sweaty curls, tugging him closer to you until your mouths were molded in a messy clash of tongues and teeth.

“Christ- Yeah, baby girl? Fuck, I’ll give you whatever you want. I’ll fuck myself so deep inside you, it’s got no choice but to fuckin’ take. Keep you stuffed with my cum every day until it sticks.” Javi groaned, gritting his teeth as he grabbed the backs of your thighs, pushing them to your chest and pulling you closer to him so your back began to arch, giving himself the perfect angle to split you open and keep every last drop inside of you.

You could feel every inch of Javi filling you, perfectly punching against that soft, spongy spot inside your cunt with each thrust, keeping your thighs still pressed against your chest as the lower half of your legs wrapped around the small of Javi’s back, ankles locking together to keep him as close and deep inside you as you could.

“Dámelo, papi.” You cooed, wicked smile stretched from ear to ear watching Javi physically having to stop himself to let out a strangled groan, clenching his jaw and scrunching his face to keep from busting right then and there.

“Jesus, fuck-” Javi grunted, finally gaining enough composure to open his eyes and look back down at you beneath him, smugly smirking, “That’s how this is gonna go, huh?"

The chocolate brown of Javi’s eyes began to darken with lust, dragging his cock out and ramming into you so deeply, a pathetic whimper fell from your lips, nearly knocking the wind out of your chest feeling him practically in your stomach. Your whimpers quickly turned to sobs as he did it again, slowly dragging his length out of your wet, warm walls before pounding back in to you with a blinding intensity.

Leaning down, Javi grabbed your arms, pushing them outstretched above your head until your wrists were crossed over each other and Javi had them both in his firm grasp, pinning you to the bed with the weight of his body and grip. It was like something feral had ignited inside him, brow furrowed and teeth gritted with a laser focus, snapping his hips to thrust himself deeper and harder, melting you to a helpless puddle beneath him, your cries of pleasure and desperation only egging him on more.

“You want me to fill you up, baby? Then you’re gonna be a good girl and take every last fucking drop. Every. Last. One.” He huffed, syncing his words to each thrust, keeping a bruising grip over your wrists with one hand, and digging his fingertips into the meat of your hips with his other. “Tell me what you’re gonna do for me, baby girl. Tell me whose pussy this is.”

“It’s yours, Javi. Fuck, fuck, fuck- it’s yours, baby! I- oh shit- I promise I’ll be a good girl and take it all. Want you to fill me up, Papi.” You sobbed, arousal seeping through your veins as Javi’s cock punched against your g-spot over and over, each stroke faster and more intense, blinding your body with pleasure.

Your hotel room was drenched in the borderline pornographic sounds of skin slapping against skin, wet squelching of your pussy squeezing Javi’s cock tighter and tighter as you could feel the coil beginning to tighten in your stomach, crying out without any inhibition for your volume, Javi grunting and panting with equal intensity.

“That’s my girl. You gonna let everyone hear who this pussy belongs to? Let everyone know that I’m gonna fill you up and get you pregnant?” Javi mewled, watching the way your eyes were nearly rolling in the back of your head, snaking his hand gripping your hip down between your bodies to rub firm and frantic circles around your clit to help push you over the edge knowing how close you were.

As soon as the calloused pads of Javi’s fingers were pressed against your sensitive nub, you were seconds away from the brink of collapse, cunt clamping tighter and tighter around Javi’s cock, choking it with your velvety walls.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck, fuck, I’m so close baby. Don’t stop, don’t stop, please, fuckfuckfuckfuck!”

Instantly, your orgasm crashed through your body, blinding white heat flooding your vision, pleasure shooting through every inch of you to the point you felt like you had left your own body. You could feel your body going limp beneath Javi, knowing he wasn’t far behind you given all his tell tale signs as you soaked his length with your arousal.

Javi’s thrusts had forgone any type of rhythm, now sloppy and erratic, his balls tightening and tensing in his stomach, babbling and moaning in your ear, whispering sweet nothings before he found himself in the same state of you.

“That’s it, hermosa. Cum all over my cock. Cum all over me before I fill up this tight little pussy so full it’s got no choice but to take. Oh fuck- Fuck, can’t wait to get you pregnant. See you carrying our baby. Gonna make you the prettiest fucking Momma-ahhhhhhh, fuck!”

With one final stutter of his hips, Javi was painting the inside of your cunt with thick, warm ropes of his spend, keeping himself flushed as tight as he could to your pelvis, making sure a single drop didn’t escape as he plugged you with his cock, cumming so hard he couldn’t help but whimper. The weight of his body slumped on top of you, syncing your heavy breaths, the sticky and sweaty sheen of your chests pressed together as Javi planted a slow and sensual kiss on your lips, swallowing your moans in his mouth.

“Holy fuck.” You half whispered to yourself, letting out a bliss-filled giggle.

“Jesus Fucking Christ.” Javi panted, quietly laughing along with you, gently brushing the damp and wild strands of your hair out of your face, “Fuck- You gotta be careful with that “Papi” shit, Osita.”

“Oh yeah? And why would that be?” You teased, smirking as you raised an eyebrow at him and bit down on your lip, knowing damn well why.

“Because if you keep that up, I don’t think we’re ever leaving this room.”

After dinner and giving a few more pieces of furniture in your hotel room a good test run, the two of you had happily called it a night on day one of your honeymoon, eager to explore the rest of the resort as the two of you rose with the golden rays of the sun beaming over the horizon of your ocean view window, flooding your room with warm and welcoming sunlight.

As much as the both of you were convinced you could have easily spent the next 10 days without leaving your hotel room, you made a pact that you would spend some time going to explore the rest of the resort after spending some much deserved post-wedding de-stressing in the sun by the pool, drinking as many mojitos and frozen daiquiris as you could stomach.

And as amazing as non-stop sex with Javi would have been, soaking up in the sun poolside with a drink on one side of you and a shirtless husband on the other, you’d say that this was a pretty close second.

“Another one?” Javi smirked, eyebrows raised at you as his brown eyes peeked over the edge of his aviators, gesturing at your nearly empty glass.

“I mean… if you’re offering.” You giggled, tipsy after a few drinks and hours baking in the sun, happily holding out the remainder of your mojito for Javi to exchange for a new one.

“I think the bartender and I are about to be on a first name basis pretty soon.” Javi laughed, shuffling out of his beach chair, grabbing his empty cup along with yours to bring back with him to the poolside bar that had been visited a questionable amount of times by the two of you since you had gotten to the pool this morning.

“Yeah? Are you gonna tell the bartender the frozen strawberry margaritas you’ve been getting from him all day are for you and not for your wife?” You teased, pulling your sunglasses down to look at Javi, playfully rolling his eyes back at you.

“Shut up. They’re fucking addicting. You had one, can you blame me?”

“I’m just giving you a hard time, Mr. I Won’t Drink Anything But Beer and Whiskey. Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me. Although, I’m sure Steve would get a kick out of knowing you’ve downed like, 7 of these since we’ve gotten here.”

Setting down both of the drinks, you found yourself in a fit of squeals and giggles as Javi reached down to scoop you up out of your chair, carrying you bridal style to the edge of the pool before jumping in with the both of you, the refreshing cool of the pool water crashing over you as your bodies bobbed under the surface.

“Pendejo!” You laughed, splashing Javi as your heads peered above the edge of the water, Javi shaking his hair, damp and clinging to his forehead from your added assault, grabbing you by the waist before you could go any further, shifting you to wrap your legs around him as he held you, childishly swaying you through the water.

“Te amo, esposa.” (I love you, wife) Javi teased in a mocking tone, responding to your name calling.

“Joke’s on you, because I wanted to get into the pool anyways. You’re lucky you’re handsome. Mojito me, Peña.” You splashed again, rolling your eyes at his over exaggerated kiss before he swam away, shooting you a wink while he waded his way to the poolside bar.

It wasn’t long before Javi was making his way back, a drink in each hand, happily handing you your mojito as he got to the edge of the pool where you were sitting, lifting himself up to sit beside you and take a swig of his margarita.

“Miss me?” He smirked, raising his eyebrows at you.

“Terribly. Most agonizing 6 minutes of my entire life.” You teased, playing into the dramatics as Javi picked up your left hand, admiring the diamond ring and wedding band adorned on your finger before gently kissing it.

“Sorry to keep my wife waiting. I hope that you’ll accept this mojito as a token of my apology.”

“I think that’s a fair enough compromise.”

After a few more hours and several drinks later, it was safe to say that you and Javi had definitely both been in better states than you currently were, too far gone to care about the potential consequences of tomorrow’s hangover to stop yourselves.

“What time do you think it is?” You asked, sunkissed body sprawled out across the pool chair.

“Wife O’Clock.” Javi answered, snickering to himself at his answer.

“Javier Peña, that’s not a real time, you dork.”

“Half past mojito. A quarter ‘til my next margarita.”

“Jesus Christ….” You paused, one of the life guards crossing behind you catching your attention, “Hey, excuse me! Do you know what time it is?”

“Uhhhhh, looks like it’s almost 6!” The lifeguard replied, looking down at his watch before continuing on his path.

“6?! Oh shit!” You gasped, sitting up straight in your chair.

“What? What’s happening at 6?!” Javi inquired, seemingly less concerned with whatever was supposed to be happening then that had you so riled up.

“Javi, we're supposed to be at dinner right now! We made reservations at that italian place, remember?!” You grimaced, frantically starting to grab the towels and clothes you had scattered around the pool deck.

“Oh fuck! Shit, uh- okay, here, lemme help you!” Javi joined in on the gathering of any item that belonged to you that he could find, tossing it into the bag you had brought down with you, hoping that you didn’t forget anything that had come with you to the pool.

While the haphazard gathering of items was a good enough sign to any onlooker that you and Javi were more than likely intoxicated, the both of you didn’t realized just how drunk you were until you both tried to stand up out of your beach chairs, grabbing on to each other in a wobbly dance of giggles.

“Woah, I think I drank a little lotta margaritas.” Javi stammered, laughing to himself.

“Fuck, I did too. Jesus, how many do you think we had?” You giggled, face scrunching in anticipation of the number that was definitely going to be higher than you had intended when you came to the pool this morning.

You could see Javi trying to drunkenly calculate his trips to the pool bar in his head, counting across his fingers in a serious concentration, tongue sticking out of his mouth, as if it was going to help him focus better.

“Let’s see, I think after adding them all up… We drank a lot.”

“If we can’t even come up with a number, that’s not good. Fuck, I didn’t even bring real clothes! Our room is so far from the restaurant, there’s no way we’re even gonna be close to making it!” You pouted, shrugging your shoulders in defeat.

“Just put on the cute little dressy thingy over your bathing suit. Or just go in your bikini. You’re so hot they have to let you in.” Javi smirked, biting down on his lip as he looked you up and down, giving you his best drunken attempt at his bedroom eyes.

“Unfortunately for you, I don’t think the other patrons of this resort want to watch me eat pasta half naked, ya sicko.” You teased, giving him a nudge to his stomach a little harder than you had intended. “Okay, cover up will have to do, I guess. Do you have your shirt?”

“You don’t wanna watch me eat pasta half naked?”

“As much as I’d love to, maybe another time, weirdo. Okay, we have to go! Or else we’re not getting any pasta, naked or not! Focus, Peña, focus!” You commanded in your best pretend stern voice, grabbing the rest of your things in your hands while Javi stood there, admiring you like the drunken, lovesick fool he was.

“You’re so fucking sexy when you’re bossy.” Javi smirked, raising his eyebrows at you, “Okay, fine, fine fine, let’s go. Lead the way, Mrs. Peña.”

If you didn’t feel drunk enough after simply trying just to stand up out of your pool chairs and collect all your belongings within a 5 foot radius of you, you sure as hell did trying to drunkenly navigate the resort to find the restaurant you were looking for. After asking several employees, you somehow managed to stumble your way through the hotel to find your intended location, “Ciao!” , one of the higher-end dining experiences the two of you had planned for your vacation.

“Hi. We are married, and we are here to eat pasta.” Javi proclaimed to the hostess at the front of the restaurant, who was looking back and forth between you and Javi, riddled with confusion not only by Javi’s opening statement, but from the fact the two of you were nearly out of breath from running around every inch of the resort, clearly drunk, and still dressed in your swimsuits.

“Ummmm, okay? What’s the name on the reservation?” The hostess asked hesitantly, flipping through the pages of names and times written down for seating tonight.

“Peña. We were supposed to be here at 6 but we had a lil too much fun at the pool, but not enough fun that we completely forgot about dinner! We’re really sorry!” You explained, trying your best to keep your composure, biting your tongue to subdue your drunken giggles.

“Yeah, like, so sorry. I had a lot of margaritas today.” Javi added, turning his head to let out a little burp at the end of his sentence.

“I don’t see any Peña’s on the reservation for tonight….” The hostess sighed, flipping back and forth between today’s pages, clearly not amused by either of your antics.

“Oh no… Does that mean we’re not getting pasta? Shit.” Javi pouted, crossing his arms over his chest like a little boy.

“Oh wait, are- are you sure it was a reservation for today? I see Peña on here at 6 for tomorrow?”

“Oh shit…” You and Javi replied, nearly in sync, visibly grimacing at the fact that you had spent the past 45 minutes in an alcohol induced frenzy, running through the resort to find a restaurant you weren’t even supposed to eat at until tomorrow.

Whoops.

“My bad….” You shrugged, sheepishly frowning as you looked back and forth between the hostess and Javi, “Okay, well, um, we’re gonna- We’re gonna go then.” You winced, grabbing Javi by the hand to slowly drag him away from the restaurant, hoping that the physical distance would somehow spare you the embarrassment you had just subjected yourself to.

“You’re fine, just- We do ask that our guests wear more, um- appropriate attire when they come to dine with us.” The hostess scoffed, huffing at you and Javi, looking you up and down with your beach bound outfits and hands full of pool accessories as you continued to back away.

“She doesn’t wanna see us eat pasta in our bathing suits?” Javi whispered in your ear, making you snort so loud it almost hurt your chest, trying to keep from bursting into full blown laughter before making it out of eye and earshot of the hostess, jabbing him in the stomach with your elbow, only spurring him on further, “She doesn’t know how sexy you’d look shoving a fist full of garlic bread down your throat with nothing on but a bikini? Her loss.”

Now out of sight of the restaurant, you and Javi exploded into an obnoxious fit of drunken giggles, feeling completely idiotic for wasting nearly the last hour of your night in a whirlwind journey to nowhere.

“Well, looks like no pasta for dinner tonight.” You sighed, playfully throwing up your hands in defeat. “I am starting to get really hungry though… Like too hungry to go back up to the room and change and then come back down and wait at a restaurant for more food.”

“Yeah, shit, I’m really hungry too… Wait!” Javi paused, his face lighting up with excitement.

“What, Jav?”

“Didn’t we pass a pizza place on the way up to the room when we first got here?

The grin on your face was now equally as wide, almost certain that you and Javi were having the same drunk recollection.

“I knew there was a good reason I married you.”

Somehow or another, you had not only managed to find your way to “Papa’s Pizzeria”, you had managed to successfully order an extra large pizza for the two of you to split, and make it back to the room without any pizza casualties on the way.

Even a drunken you couldn’t help but realize how lucky she was to have married a man like Javi, and not just because of his excellent memory for pizza restaurants- What you had been through in the past hour and a half could have easily sent any other couple into an ugly spiral of arguments and blame they’d cast upon each other for “ruining” the rest of their night.

You’d been witness to so many relationships and marriages where couples barely managed to genuinely enjoy each other’s company, let alone have fun together. Cohabitation drenched in resentment and unhappiness towards each other, forced proximity the only thing keeping them together.

You were positive that there would never be enough “thank you’s” that you could send out into the universe for letting you marry your best friend.

Because what would have been a soiled evening for so many others, was quickly turning out to be a better night than you could have ever imagined, plans tossed out the window to sit cross legged in your king sized bed together, bodies draped in fluffy hotel robes as you mowed down on slices of pepperoni pizza, giggling over shared, drunken secrets with your favorite person in the world.

“Okay, your turn now.” You snickered, shoving another bite of lukewarm pizza into your mouth, giving Javi a playful shove into the sea of pillows at the head of your bed.

“I just went!” He protested, trying to talk through the mess of cheese, sauce and crust he was still chewing.

“Nuh uh! I just did, remember? We got off topic because we started talking about the Farrah Fawsect poster you had in your room that your mom made you take down, but you were the one who asked me about who my first celebrity crush was, remember?” You insisted, pointing your half bitten piece of pizza at him, forcing him to hold up his hands in defeat.

“Okay, okay! Can’t blame me for forgetting after thinking about that poster, though.” Javi shrugged, smirking at the thought of his 12 year old self gawking at the beautiful blonde actress hanging above his bed, “Shit…. Gimmie a second, let me think.”

“I’ve given you plenty of seconds, goofball! Like all the seconds I spared you thinking about Farrah.”

“Shut up. Okay,” he paused, taking another bite of pizza, “who was your first kiss?”

“Really? Why, you gonna go hunt him down?” You snorted, feeling like you were gossiping with your teenage best friend at a sleepover rather than with your husband, Javi laughing along with you as he shook his head, “It was Jack Mullins in the 7th grade.”

“Okay, and?” Javi prodded, smirking as he interrogated you for more information.

“It was at a Halloween Party my friend Sarah had at her house. I’m pretty sure we were playing truth or dare, and all my friends knew I had a massive crush on him because he was the cutest boy in the 7th grade. So they dared me to kiss him and I did it. It was so awkward, and I had no idea what I was doing. Pretty sure we kissed while the “The Monster Mash” was playing, too. I was so embarrassed after that I cried in the bathroom and then walked home and didn’t even say goodbye to anyone. Didn’t ever think I’d speak to him again and he ended up being my date to prom.”

“Wow. That was a way better story than I was expecting to get. “The Monster Mash”? Truth or Dare?” Javi chuckled as your cheeks turned red, watching your eyes at his enjoyment of your story.

“Okay, I was 12 Javi, some of us were weird, awkward teenagers. I’m sure that you were very easily the Jack Mullins of your middle school and had girls at the door lining up to kiss you.” You rebutted, having seen plenty of pictures of teenage Javi, thanks to Chucho, knowing whatever awkward phase he went through was only a fraction of your pre-teen pain.

“No, I wasn’t. I was a pretty shy kid. All my friends had their first kiss way before I did.” Javi shrugged, now sounding slightly more embarrassed.

“Okay, so what? They were 12 and you were 13? I don’t believe it. I would have had the biggest crush on you in middle school.”

“I’m being serious!”

C’mon, Javi, if I’m telling you about my Monster Mash kiss, I get to hear about yours!” You insisted, giving him the biggest fake pout that you could muster until he gave in.

“I- I was 16 when I had my first kiss.”

“You’re joking.”

“Why would I joke about that?”

“16?!”

“Osita, you’re making it sound like I was 72 when I had my first kiss, not 16.”

“Considering how cute you were, yeah, I am! Okay, spill! Now I need to know!”

“I’m telling you, I was a shy kid. Didn’t really come out of my shell until 10th grade when I started doing swimming. There was a girl on the team I always thought was really cute, but I was too chicken shit to do anything about it. All my friends had girlfriends and dates to go to homecoming with, and I didn’t have anyone, so they forced me to ask her. She turned me down, told me she already had a date. I was devastated. Went to a party with the team after, got drunk for the first time because I was so upset, and ended up kissing my friend’s older sister, Katie. Made out in the laundry room in the basement for the rest of the night. My friend found us after he realized we both had gone missing and ended up punching me in the face and almost breaking my nose.”

“Holy shit. That’s a way better story than mine.” You gawked, eyes going wide at the turn Javi’s story had taken.

“I wouldn’t say way better, just stupid.” Javi huffed, “You do dumb things when you’re young.”

“Well, you must have been a pretty good kisser even back then if she made out with you for an hour. Honestly, would have been dumb if she didn’t make out with you, in my humble opinion.” You giggled, scooting closer to Javi as you snuggled into his lap, resting your head on his outstretched thigh and letting out a big yawn. Resting his hand on your back, Javi pulled you closer, running his fingers through the sun kissed ends of your messy hair, smiling at all the tell tale signs sleep was beginning to creep through your body and the way you snuggled up next to him.

“Okay, one last question because all these mojitos are catching up to me and I’m getting sleepy.” You mumbled, feeling your eyelids begin to droop as you curled up in the warmth of his body, comfort flooding over you from Javi’s presence.

“Okay, hermosa. Your turn.” Javi cooed, his voice softening to match your sleepy tone, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

“If you could change anything about your life, anything you want, what would it be?”

Javi paused for a moment, his fingers still daintily stroking across your hair and back as he thought. Truthfully, there were plenty of things he wished he could change about his past. It would take him less than a minute to come up with a list longer than most people could muster in a lifetime. He had wasted so many years of his life, bitter and remorseful about the things he had done, condemning himself to suffer the consequences of his actions. And yet, somehow, despite all of the things he could have said, out of all the painful things he wished he could go back in time to change, there was one answer that prevailed above all the rest, an answer that couldn’t have been easier to choose.

“I wish there was a world where I would have met you sooner. That I would have gotten to love you just a little longer.”

He waited for your response, settling into the silence until it was broken by one of your soft snores humming against his thigh, signaling to him you were sound asleep in his lap, not having heard a word you said. He laughed softly to himself, remembering the first night he had stayed at your apartment, and how it had ended just like this, conversation flowing until the early hours of the morning until you couldn’t fight sleep any longer, eyelids shutting as you fell asleep in his arms. How he watched you gently drift to dreaming, wondering if he was, too. That somehow, some way, the world had managed to bring the two of you together. And even if he wished he would have gotten more time to love you before you’d met, Javi knew that he’d be forever grateful for every minute he had left with you.

Despite the raging hangover the two of you had the next morning after you woke up from your alcohol and pizza induced coma, the rest of your honeymoon had been some of the most fun that the two of you had had in years. You’d spent multiple days at the pool, soaking up sun on the beach and swimming in the ocean, eaten so much delicious food you were convinced you were going to combust, drank more mojitos than you’d like to admit, and had even gone snorkeling on a tour through some of the islands outside your resort.

You also had been having so much sex, you were starting to feel bad for the rooms on either side of you.

Everything about your honeymoon had been everything you’d ever hoped for and more, but with only one full day left of your vacation, you couldn’t help but feel a little sad that your perfect trip to tropical paradise was coming to a close.

“What’s that look for, porbrecita?” Javi laughed, sneaking up behind you on the edge of the balcony, watching you watch the sunrise with your cheeks propped up in your palms, pouting at the way bright pinks and oranges were greeting the sky. Standing behind you, he snaked his arms around your front so he could bring your back to his chest, kissing the top of your head while his arms settled around your middle.

“I don’t want our honeymoon to end.” You sighed, craning your neck just enough to look at Javi over your shoulder, “I’m sad it’s gonna be over.”

“I know, mi amor, me too.” He softly chuckled, planting a long kiss on your cheek, the whiskers of his mustache making you giggle, “But what if I told you I have one more surprise for us before we go home tomorrow?”

This made you swing all the way around, now chest to chest with Javi as you looked up at him in confusion, “What? I thought we were spending our last day on the beach just hanging out?”

“Well we are, but what if I told you I rented one of those fancy cabanas at the end of the beach for us to use to celebrate our last day here?” Javi smirked, watching your face light up at his proposition.

“Wait, actually?”

“Yes, actually.”

“But aren’t they like, super expensive to rent for the day?”

“I mean… they’re not that expensive.”

“Okay, the pause tells me that you spent way more money than you needed to on this, Jav.”

“And what if it was? I’m not allowed to wanna spoil my wife on our honeymoon?” Javi grinned, gently cupping your face and playfully shaking it, making you laugh again.

“Your wife doesn’t need to be spoiled, just getting to be here with you is more than enough.” You paused, giving Javi a little nudge as he dramatically rolled his eyes at you, chuckling to himself, “What, you goof?”

“I hope you know that because you’re my wife, I’m planning on spending the rest of my life spoiling you, whether you like it or not. I’d give you the fucking moon if I could, Osita.”

“Well lucky for you, a day at a beach cabana will do just fine.”

While you never would have asked Javi to purposely spend extra money on things you really didn’t need to make your trip any more special than it already was, you couldn’t deny that spending the day in your own private cove of the beach in a luxurious cabana with food and drinks being served to you at your request wasn’t a bad way to spend the last day of your honeymoon.

The daybeds in the cabana had made a perfect place for a shady, mid day nap for the both of you, lazily waking up from the soft kiss Javi had planted on your shoulder, exposed from your bikini top, freckled and sunkissed from days in the tropics.

“I’m gonna go for a swim, Hermosa. Be back in a sec.” Javi cooed, gently stirring you from your catnap.

“Mmmmmmkay.” You smiled, flipping over for another kiss on the lips before Javi slipped out from the flaps of your tent, softly blowing in the breeze. You sat up on your lounger, the sight of Javi in nothing but his bathing suit waking you from your brief sleep in a matter of moments.

Even though you had seen Javi in nothing but bathing suits for the past 9 days, you were convinced it was a sight you’d never find yourself getting over. There was no doubt that you had always found him incredibly attractive, but something about this trip had skyrocketed him to another level of sexy you didn’t even know was attainable. You weren’t sure if it was the unbuttoned floral shirts, excessive time spent shirtless, his messy and wet beach hair, or just the fact that now you got to call him your husband- truthfully, it was most likely a combination of all of the above.

You perked up, pulling back the fabric door of the cabana enough to watch Javi’s arms stroke through the ocean, popping his head above water with a brief shake before he was shallow enough to touch the sandy bottom again. As he sauntered in from the ocean, you couldn’t help but admire the width of his shoulders and chest, glistening from the sun and salty water. You let your gaze travel down to his swim trunks, feeling your mouth water at the way they hugged his waist and crept up his thick thighs. With each step closer to shore, you couldn’t stop staring at the way his trunks were clinging to his lower half, perfectly outlining his generous length.

Javi must have noticed the way you were staring at him by the subtle smirk that had broken out across his face as he approached the cabana, eyeing you up and down right back.

“You have a good swim?” You asked, feeling your stomach swirl as you took in every inch of him, glowing in the sunlight.

“Mhmm. Did you have fun watching me swim?” He teased, tongue tracing over his teeth while he raised his eyebrows, knowing damn well the effect he was having on you.

“Maybe. What, I’m not allowed to enjoy the view? Not my fault my husband is so handsome.” Your smirk was almost as wide as his, biting down on your bottom lip as Javi entered the cabana, letting the flap to the entrance close behind him before caging your body under his on the lounge chair, trailing hot, wet, kisses across your chest and stomach.

“Say it again.” He mewled, looking up at you with his big, brown eyes as his kisses trailed lower and lower, watching as he began to settle himself at the edge of the chair between your thighs.

“My husband is so handsome. You’re so handsome, Javi.” You sighed, feeling the damp patch in your swimsuit bottoms growing, soaking the fabric with your slick and arousal.

“You’re so fucking good to me. Fuck, I’m so lucky.” He groaned, slinging your thighs over his shoulders, eyes still locked on you while he began to tug at the strings of your bikini, leaving your bottom half bare.

There was a part of you that knew you should be worried about someone catching the two of you, barely concealed by the flimsy confines of your cabana, but the part of you staring at your husband between your legs about to eat you out seemed a lot more convinced that this was the best idea Javi had all day.

“You’re so fucking perfect. Everything about you. I’m the goddamn luckiest man alive, you know that baby?”

Your response to his question was nothing but a ragged moan, feeling him draping his arm over your hips to hold you in place as he slid two fingers into your heat. He curled his hand to reach the spot inside you he knew made you crumble before diving back in between your legs, beginning to lick you up like a man starved.

His tongue swirled against your clit, the firmness of each stroke and the deep press of his fingers making you writhe under his touch, shooting your hand down to grab fistfulls of his damp, curly locks to brace yourself as he ate you out relentlessly.

“Oh my god, fuck, Javi. Fuck, you feel so good. Fuck-”

You could feel him switching tactics, latching his lips around your sensitive nub, rapidly sucking at the throbbing bundle of nerves, working his fingers deeper in your cunt as he felt you begin to clench around him.

“Fuck Javi, fuck, right there baby- fuck, I’m close.” Your fingers were buried so deep in his curls, tugging just enough to pull his face closer to you as you could feel your orgasm building at the base of your spine, desperate for him to give you your sweet release.

His thick fingers bumped along your g-spot, curving them ever so slightly in the way he had memorized like the back of his hand to make you come undone. The tingle along your spine quickly spread down your legs, pleasure building rapidly throughout your body as you felt yourself on the edge of release. Lifting his arm off your waist, he reached up to grab your hand laying out on the lounge chair, engulfing it in his grasp as he intertwined his fingers with yours.

“Dameló, (give it to me) sweet girl. Let go, baby, I’ve got you.”

You could feel the pressure inside you snap, the tingling in your veins quickly transforming into full blown pleasure as your orgasm swept through you. You gushed around his hand, cunt clenching down on his fingers as you came, losing all sense of inhibitions as you cried out with a volume much louder than intended.

But with Javi’s fingers still curled, prodding against your g-spot, you had a feeling those cries weren’t coming to a halt any time soon. It was only moments after your orgasm had finished he was already on a mission to give you another, tongue lapping up every ounce of your slick as it pressed against your clit.

“Javi, holy shit, baby, oh fuck.” You whined, bucking your hips towards his face and arching your back as he circled around your bundle of nerves, your moans and whimpers only egging him on more.

Even after all this time, there was a part of you that still couldn’t believe how fast Javi could make you cum. He had memorized every twitch, every tug of his hair, every breathy whisper to know what made you fall apart under his touch, loving every second of watching you come undone for him.

You could already feel the tingling of your next orgasm beginning to creep up your legs and into your stomach as Javi sucked at your clit, greedy for him to help you hit your second high.

“Please don’t stop, Javi. Fuck baby, fuck, fuck, I- ahhhhhhhhh.” That was all it took before you could feel the waves of pleasure rushing through your body again, your pussy throbbing as your orgasm flooded over you.

Your legs were all but jello at this point, trembling around Javi’s head, still buried between them. Your last two orgasms had been so intense, you weren’t sure you could take a third, but with the way Javi knew your body, you also were convinced it would barely take anything for you to cum again.

“J-Javi- fuck, baby, fuck I can’t-”

“Gimme one more, Osita. C’mon, sweet girl. Wanna make my wife cum one more time.” You nodded, looking down at the shine of your arousal covering his smirk, knowing that at this point, you were so worked up and overstimulated that just the fingers already inside of you really were all you needed to give him your last orgasm.

Javi’s fingers had already sunk so deep into your cunt, already so overly sensitive to every push and pull of his hand, that the grip you had on his hand had become so tight, you could feel your knuckles turning white. You cried out his name as it fell from your lips, babbling incoherently as the third rush of pleasure crashed over you, gushing onto Javi’s fingers.

“That’s my good girl. My perfect fucking wife. I love you so much.” Javi carefully pulsed his fingers a few more times as he felt you clench around him, making you hiss as he withdrew his hand now soaked in your slick, bringing the digits to his fingers to suck them clean with a satisfied smirk.

It was only moments before his sly grin had quickly shifted to full blown panic, you, still too blissed out to wonder why he was scrambling to throw a towel over your bottom half and one to hide the erection under his as he sat himself in the chair next to you. Thank god Javi still at least had an ounce of inhibition left to see the footsteps of the server who had been periodically checking in on you strolling their way through the sand under the edge of the cabana, saving you both from what could have been an incredible amount of embarrassment.

“Hi, how are you two doing? Anything else I can get for you right now?” Your server asked, peeking his head in through the flaps to see you and Javi trying your best to act as natural as possible.

“N-no, I’m good. You good, honey? Need anything?” Javi asked, looking over at you as his hand ran over the back of his neck, trying his best not to grimace at the awkward tension stewing between him, you and your poor, unsuspecting server.

“You know what, I think I’m gonna have another drink.”

“Alright! Another mojito for you, ma’am?” Your server asked, whipping out his pad of paper to note down your order.

“No, can you make this next one a Sex on the Beach? That sounds really good.”

It truly took everything in Javi not to burst out laughing, choking on his own spit at your perfectly timed order, shaking his head at you in a humorous disbelief.

“Perfect, well I’ll be right back with your drink!”

“Thank you so much!”

Once your server had disappeared, you and Javi erupted in hyena like laughter, the combination of your joke and almost fatal timing throwing the two of you into a fit of giggles.

“You’re fucking ridiculous, you know that?” Javi chuckled, looking over at you as he shook his head.

“What? It’s our last day, figured we might as well have a little sex on the beach. The drink sounds like it’ll be good, too.”

Your mid-afternoon flight had made for an easy morning to pack up and soak in the last little bit of your honeymoon. It had given you just enough time to enjoy your favorite breakfast place, and have one more of the best blueberry waffles you’d ever tasted before your last shower (and shower sex) to get ready for your departure home.

While you were sad your vacation had come to an end, there was no denying that every last bit of your trip was absolutely perfect, and even more so that you got to spend it with the most perfect person you could think of. You were convinced you could have gone anywhere in the world for your honeymoon and you would have felt the same- in the end, it wasn’t the destination that mattered, it was the fact you got to spend it with your husband.

The fact that you got to spend every vacation together for the rest of your lives only made it that much sweeter.

While flying would never be enjoyable, you were thankful your trip home was fairly painless, granting Javi’s hand some grace, considering you didn’t feel the need to keep it in an iron grip for the two hours it took you to arrive back home.

You were also thankful that it was Steve and Connie who had offered to pick you up from the airport instead of Chucho, sparing you and Javi the same sort of awkward embarrassment you had endured on the ride to start off your honeymoon.

Well, it may not been the same kind of embarrassment that you had experienced with Javi’s dad, but it was foolish of you to think that Steve was letting you get away scott free.

At least he had managed to get creative with it, making a greeting poster with “Welcome home, lovebirds!” on it to help you find him and Connie in the airport crowd, making Javi let out a sigh loud enough that Steve probably could have heard it from the tarmac.

“Hey! There they are! Welcome home, Mr. and Mrs. Peña!” Steve grinned, pulling you and Javi in for a hug as you found him, Connie following suit with a much less dramatic greeting for the both of you afterwards.

“How was the honeymoon? Did you guys have a great time?” Connie asked, offering to take one of your suitcases, nudging Steve to do the same. “

“It was really nice. It was everything we could have hoped for. The resort was beautiful, the food was great, and the weather was fantastic. It really was perfect.” You smiled, looking up at Javi, nodding in agreement, reaching out to wrap his arm over your shoulder.

“Thanks again for picking us up.” Javi chimed in, the two of you now following along behind your friends as they began leading you through the airport towards their car.

“Don’t mention it, Jav. Least we could do.” Steve replied, reaching out to give Javi a little punch to the arm.

“We’re super excited to hear all about your trip!” Connie added, looking back at you and Javi with a genuine grin.

“Excited to hear if I’m gonna make good on my bet…” Steve muttered, laughing under his breath.

“Steve! Seriously? You promised in the car you weren’t gonna bring this up!” Connie huffed, giving her husband a slap to the chest, and a grimace that clearly was the silent way to ask “Will you please shut up?”

“What?! I put good money on it, I’m confident!”

“Wait, is this the same bet that Javi’s dad was talking about on the way here?” You asked, looking back and forth between Javi, Steve and Connie in confusion, perplexed as to what you and Javi had to do with whatever bet he and the Murphy’s were in on.

“Go ahead, Steve! Why don’t you explain?” Connie scolded, hands on her hips as she stared down her husband in all his big mouthed glory.

“You bet on it, too!” Steve retorted, holding his hands up in defense, pointing at Connie to claim her as part of the guilty party to whatever was going on.

“What the fuck are you guys talking about?” Javi asked, trying to cut to the chase of whatever cryptic game they were playing.

“After y’all left on your wedding night, we- shit, this does sound kinda bad when you say it to their face, huh?” Steve paused, letting out a huff as he turned back to Connie, grimacing in agreement, “Us and your family and your dad made a bet.”

“A bet on…” You led, waiting for your answer.

Steve sighed again, hands on his hips as he stared at the ground before looking back up at you and Javi, “A bet on how quick it would take after the wedding until the two of you announced you were pregnant.”

You didn’t even want to know how red your face was turning, but judging by the sudden pink flush of Javi’s cheeks, you had no doubt you looked exactly the same, if not worse.

“To be fair, your dad was the one who started it!” Steve exclaimed, pointing at Javi to let him know he wasn’t to blame for his friend’s embarrassment before shifting his finger to point at you, “And your brothers were the one who said we should make it a bet! I just wanted in on it!”

“Jesus fucking christ.” Javi sighed, face in his palm as he rubbed his temples with the pads of his fingers.

“I hope now you know we’re not gonna have kids just to spite all of you.” You teased, crossing your arms over your chest as you tilted your head at Steve. It was enough to catch Javi’s attention, eyes going wide that there was even a shred of you being serious, laughing to yourself as you watched the relief flush over him when you shook your head at your own joke.

“Yeah, okay, whatever you say.” Steve chuckled, his voice oozing with sarcasm, simply shrugging before turning back around to continue your journey to the parking garage.

Javi took his free hand, intertwining it with yours and giving it a gentle squeeze as the two of you trailed behind the Murphy’s soft smile on his face that despite his friends and families bet revolved around your sex life, there was a very real possibility that sooner rather than later, someone was bound to make their fifty bucks.

“What’d you bet?” Javi asked, feeling entitled to know how Steve had gambled after he’d spilled the beans on his little wager.

“Well, let’s see, y’all got married at the end of July, so July to August, August to September,” Steve paused, doing the quick math on his fingers as he calculated his answer, “9 months from now would be April, so I’ll be damned if you’re not tellin’ us your havin’ a baby by the fall and it’s here by the spring. And I know for a fact neither of y’all would be mad about that one bit.”

And as much as you both hated to admit it, it was one of the few things in life that Steve Murphy was very, very right about.

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Not Just Friends - 10 -

M.List : Prologue : Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3 : Part 4 : Part 5 : Part 6 : Part 7 : Part 8 : Part 9 : Words 3.1k

Childhood best friends turned into something more, at least with the label. Katsuki Bakugo, a fast-rising hero and fast-learning guy who is ever so slow in getting attached to and loving someone. Even three long years into a relationship, and your friends even forget you're even dating. Nothing happening, spare a few kisses.. like 3 kisses, during high school. Graduated and living together, and you guys have done absolutely nothing to further the relationship. Are you sure you're not just friends? Also not edited!! CW: Smut, brief domestic violence discussion, virginity loss, aggressive flirting from creeps, gore with pro hero stuff (lmk if i missed any) Applies to all chapters regardless of it is in said chapter.

It was a turn back to normal after the long conversation between the two of you. Tears sliding down your faces, majority yours but you saw a couple fall from his. It was a necessary conversation. He opened up about his quirk and apologized for ditching you. You apologize for the same.

Easily enough, the two of you moved on from it quickly. Talking about the past two months when all the overwhelming emotions passed. You blabbed about how many new offers you were getting and he talked about how he was hiring more and more people to his agency.

Despite not being able to ignore the last two months, it was easy to move past.

Growing past it within the night, having everything off your chest. It still didn't make things go back to normal.

You continued to share a bed, but changed your schedules around again to see more of each other. Flipping back into your old routine as much as possible. Not without a few changes though. Lunches would only be once a week rather than daily, and you'd be working for another hour or two after he got home. Since you wanted to sleep in still.

But it still improved your relationship again. Building it back up slowly. You were able to eat a late dinner together each night and share an off day. Sharing your off day made it easier for you anyway. After the break-in it was hard to be home without him, so the last two months were rough. Your therapist said you were doing great though, so that helped.

The first days of going back to normal was rough, having to adjust to seeing each other daily again. Conversations between the two of you felt awkward, mainly on your side. You grew so much in those two months, no longer relying on him. It shifted the dynamic.

"Y'good?" Katsuki's gruff voice broke your train of thought. Your eyes flickered up to him.

"Huh?"

"Been fuckin' playin' with your food," he points his fork at your plate, "Don't like it or some shit?"

"No, I like it," you looked back down. It was definitely not your favorite meal he made, but it was good.

His silverware claddered roughly against his plate, his arms crossing, "The fuck has been wrong with you?"

"Do you have to swear with every sentence?" you avoided, taking a bite of your food instead.

You could feel him roll his eyes along with his heavy sigh, "You've been off since."

"A relationship doesn't heal just like that," you pointed out.

"Will you look at me?" he asked annoyed. A glance up at his expression made you cut your attitude. He was trying, that much was obvious. And after all your talk of communication, you were doing nothing.

"Sorry," you set your fork down, engaging in the conversation, "I'm just lost? I guess. Hard to place it. I've changed a lot in the past two months-"

"How?"

You glared at him for interrupting you. "I've stopped prioritizing you. I'm more focused on myself now. It's hard to go back to normal when the 'normal,' was me running circles around you."

He shuffled in his seat, "That's fine. I'm glad you've moved on in that sense, done you good."

"You're not worried how it'll change us?" you asked softly, it's been all you were thinking of for the past few weeks.

"I'm always fuckin' worried," he admitted, eyes drifting to look at the wall instead of you, "But we'll work it out."

You were glad he still viewed the two of you as a 'we,' heart melting slightly as you reached your hand across the table. "I'm not going to tip-toe around you anymore, Kats."

"Good," he gruffed out, uncrossing his arms and grabbing onto your hand. Changing his focus onto that, "I don't want you to."

"Good," you agreed, smiling at how he let his thumb trace over your knuckles.

"You, um," he fumbled for a minute, eyebrows furrowing, "You're still okay with us not doing shit right?"

"I'd never push that," you confirmed, shocked he even thought you would complain about that.

"Don't get me wrong, I would, just-" he pulled his hands back wiping them on his pants before running them down his face, "my dumb fuckin' quirk."

"You love your quirk," you pointed out.

"Yeah and I'd fuckin' love to touch my girlfriend but no, I gotta be a horny virgin 'cause of it," he groaned, crossing his arms again.

Stifling a laugh was difficult, but you managed, "Maybe we can just work up to it? Get you used to the baseline first before, that."

His quirk went off suddenly, "Can't even fuckin' think of it," he groaned, standing up to go wash his hands off.

"It's cute." You followed behind him to place dishes in the skin, having cleared your plates a while ago.

"Fuck you."

"Hey," you laughed, "At least you can tell Denki and Sero that you beat them at No Nut November. And have for the past 19 years."

He shot you a glare from the sink, "The one challenge I wouldn't want to beat, great."

"It's what makes you number one to me, baby," you teased, kissing his shoulder as you moved past him, wanting to pester him while the mood was light and he was already flustered. It was nice how easy it was to move past something with him. But you wanted to test how much he'd react to you not tiptoeing around him anymore.

With success, his quirk popped off again.

"Fuck off."

You let out a crackle of laughter, "You're too easy."

"Die."

He finally stopped washing his hands, turning to dry them off. You watched from the counter, plotting. "Your back looks nice," you commented, his muscles have been more defined lately and you only got to appreciate it now. His tank top showcases his shoulders nicely.

He froze for a moment, side-eyeing you. "Do you want to get blown up or something?"

"No, do you want to get blown?" you asked back, letting Denki's crude humor influence you.

Like a charm, his quirk sparked off. "Quit it."

"Nah, it's too much fun," you smiled at him, kicking off the counter you were leaning on and moving to leave the kitchen. Hand squeezing his bicep when you walked by.

He didn't let you get even a step away before he grabbed your hand and pulled you into him. His hands grabbing at your hips and moving to push you into the counter. "Where do y'think you're goin'?" he smirked down at you.

Your face bloomed a deep shade, blushing harshly at how close he was. He hasn't been that close since you argued two months ago.

"Nothin' to say?"

You blinked up at him, trying to steady the rapid beating of your heart with the way he was tracing circles onto your hips.

"Might like you but that doesn't mean I'll let you say shit and get away with it," he crowded you closer to the counter.

"What happened to your quirk?" you whispered, losing your voice at the proximity.

"You offered to work up to it, right?" he brushed his hands clean on his shirt briefly before going back to your hips.

"Yeah," you looked down at his hands, trying to make sure the watch was off.

"It's off," he confirmed, twisting his wrist so you could see. When you looked back up at him, he held his gaze deeply, "What happened to that smart mouth?"

"Want me to show you?" you placed your hands on his chest, running over the span of his shoulders. Your body was on fire, the two of you flirted, sure, but this was different. His quirk was fully there. He was fully there.

His eyes lidded slightly, zeroing in his focus on your lips, "Fuck yeah I do."

Your lips closed the gap between the two of you. It wasn't as soft and nervous as all the past kisses, it was something you just threw yourself in. Stomach crazy with butterflies as your mind started buzzing. His hands tightened their grip on your hips as he stepped even closer to you.

Bodies curled into each other to get closer. Your hands digging into the hair at the base of his neck as you deepened the kiss. Full of passion and sexual tension. There was hardly any innocence to the kiss, and if there was, it faded within seconds.

A sigh of relief falling from your lips when his hands slipped under your shirt, brushing over your skin roughly. Fingers being callused and dry from work.

As soon as his hands met your skin he pulled away frantically. Pulling his body from yours completely before his quirk started popping off.

"Fuck me," he groaned in frustration, grabbing a dish towel and wiping his hands off.

"I wish I could," you teased.

He shot you a glare, blush flaring all over his face and coating his neck with a red. "Stop," he grumbled.

"Stop what?"

"Stop looking at me like that," he shied away, washing his hands in water for a moment.

You paused for a moment, considering how you looked. With how flushed his face was you could tell you were no better. Lips plumped and freshly kissed red as your shirt was ruffled up from his hands as you leaned back into the counter. "Why would I? You clearly like what you see?"

The confidence within you came from nowhere. There has been sexual tension between the two of you before, many times before. Even before he had the watch. But normally you had to be drunk as hell to make such obvious jokes towards him, especially ones about sex. Maybe it was the fact that it was on the table, when before it wasn't. You knew he wanted it as much as you did.

"Fuck off," he grumbled.

"Come on, Kats," you pushed your luck.

"I love you, but please stop whatever the fuck you're doing before we need a new apartment," he spoke without thought, freezing the second he realized what he said.

You barked out a laugh, he spoke so plainly. You didn't want him to get wrapped up in his head, so you ignored the rushing butterflies over his admissions. "Fine, fine," you gave in, smiling happily at him, "Hug?"

He looked at you, untrusting of you before he opened his arms, gesturing you near.

Taking the moment, you threw yourself in his arms. Wrapping your arms around his waist he pulled you in fully. Letting you rest your head on his chest as he rested his on yours.

Everything felt secure in your relationship, you'd move one step at a time together. With a lot of teasing between, but that was common between you and him, despite the lack of it lately.

"I love you too, by the way," you mumbled into his chest, having a happy feeling travel through your body at the small number of times he's actually said it.

"I know."

You moved slightly to look up at him, his eyes fell on yours before you spoke, "Are you hard?"

He glared sharply, embarrassment covering his features as you felt him grow hot. You were going to ignore the feeling of him pressing into your lower stomach, but decided you wanted the chance to rub it in his face that you have the upper hand here. He tried to pull away, only for you to keep your grip.

"Stop," he warned, his hands raised away from you.

"It's only a little spark, Kats," you tried to comfort.

With a roll of his eyes he smiled evilly down at you, "You asked for it," before you could protest, he wiped his sweaty hands on your face before rubbing the rest of it off on your sweater, down your chest.

"Katsuki! That's gross," you pulled away from him, using your sleeve to wipe away the damp residue of his sweat off your cheek before you pulled the bottom of your shirt out, seeing if he got sweat marks on it. "You just used that as an excuse to touch my tits," you glared at him, seeing the faint marks of his handprint on your shirt, right over your tits. It surprised you that he sweat enough to leave a mark.

He laughed sharply, walking out of the kitchen, "Got no proof, Brains."

"I literally have the proof of your hands on my tits," you called out to him.

He looked over you, "How do I know those are mine?"

"Really? Cause I'd let a random guy grope me and he'd be sweaty enough to leave a mark like you do," you snarked.

"No way to know," he shrugged.

"You're such an ass," you groaned.

His phone buzzing loudly cut off his laughter.

"This late?" you asked as you eyed his work phone.

"It's PR," he said as he furrowed his brows, answering the phone, "Dynamight."

You heard mumbling for a moment before he huffed and put his phone on speaker. "Can she hear me now?" the lady's voice rang through, the same manager you've spoken with before.

"Hello," you answered for him, "What can I do?"

"You've done quite enough," she spoke abruptly. It took a lot to get her mad, so to have pissed her off five words was a record. "People are spreading pictures of you crying in the middle of the street."

Katsuki's eyes shot to you, concerned.

"They also claim to of heard you talking to Deku, saying you said his name several times."

His concerned look turned to a glare quickly.

"I can explain that," you said quickly before Katsuki added his two cents, "I was having a rough time and decided to call a friend, simple."

She laughed, "It's not the simple. It was the night of your party. And with the lack of social outings between Dynamight and you, people are saying the two of you broken up."

"Why does this matter?" you asked annoyed. It was still a sore subject.

"It matters because bad things are being said about the two of you. It's not just Dynamight's image anymore, but yours too. They're saying he's abusive while also saying that you're sleeping your way to the top."

You've heard that said too many times to count. Both things. So filled with anger, you grabbed the phone from Katsuki's hand and hung up.

"The fuck?"

"I don't know! I'm annoyed," you huffed, tossing his phone onto the couch before pacing, "I'm sick of people talking."

"I get it's annoying but you're gonna hear it-"

"Not helping," you glared at him.

"PR helps get them to knock it off," he pushed.

"She hardly says anything but the obvious," you rolled your eyes, "We can just post a picture of us or something."

"How does that prove I don't hit you?"

You paused your pacing, "Under a truth quirk I said the worst thing about you was your socks. I think if you abused me I would have said that."

He gave up his fight with a shrug, moving to sit on the couch instead.

"Don't get me wrong, it pisses me off that they say that. There is just no way to prove otherwise. Nothing is ever enough for them," you corrected, not wanting him to get the idea that you were only concerned for yourself.

"If you think that, why are you so pissed right now?" he crossed his arms.

You shook your eyes off the flex of his arms, throwing your hands up in frustration, "Because everyone says that, I hate hearing it."

"What do you mean?"

"Everyone thinks you hit me or some bullshit," you huff.

"Everyone?"

"Like people that don't know you," you changed, "you're a softy and they ignore it.

"Who you callin soft?" he sat up straight.

You smiled at him, "Kats, you can't even look mad at me."

He glared at you, eyebrows being the only thing supporting it. His eyes were soft. "Die."

"Let's just forget about it," you sighed, not wanting to talk about the press or your relationship. Nothing stressful.

"Why were you even cryin' to Deku?"

"You," you admitted shamefully, looking away. Talking about this would be stressful.

When he said nothing, you turned back to him. He was staring out the window. The view was filled with city lights.

"I only called him 'cause I couldn't call you," you comforted, stepping closer to him.

"Could always call me," he spoke softly.

"Kats," at this point you were standing right in front of him

"Yeah?"

You swallowed quickly, "We don't need to do everything together."

He took a deep breath, "I know, just want you to know you can call me, no matter what."

"I already know that," you smiled fondly at him. It was one of the best things about him. No matter how mad he was at a friend or family, he would never ignore them if they needed anything, even a random call. He might ignore a stupid text, but he never missed a call from someone close to him.

"Good."

"Maybe," he looked up at you, "We don't do anything publically? If they think I'm dating you then good, if they think I'm not, I don't care."

"If you want," he shrugged.

"You don't mind?" you step closer to him, him making space for you by manspreading further.

"Not really, just don't go making 'em think you're dating that damn nerd."

"Okay."

"Want somethin'?" he looked at you with a brow up. His eyes flickering from your chest to your face.

"Seems like you do," you smiled, inviting yourself more into his personal space by straddling him, both knees by his side.

"What are you doing?" his hands were pushed outwards, far from you.

"It's fine," you hushed him, sitting your weight on his lap.

"We didn't even do this stuff with the watch," he hissed at you, face flushed.

"Yes we did," you looked at him confused, "I made you cum y-"

"Shut it," he huffed, hands popping with the sound of his quirk, "Get off."

"Look, if you really want to, I will, but I don't think you want me to," you didn't want to force him into anything.

"What even put you in this mood?" he glared at you.

"You looked at my tits," you shrugged.

"Cause you still have my handprint on em," he smirked proudly.

You looked down at them quickly, "Bakugo."

"What? It's how it should be."

"Will it stain?"

"Shouldn't."

"I hate you," you glared at him.

"Sure, cause one glance at your tits makes you wanna jump me, cause you hate me," he was too cocky.

"Shut up you can hardly kiss me without losing your mind," you fought back.

"Kissed ya earlier didn't I?"

"Barely, come on, kiss me like a man-"

Forgetting his prior reluctance, he pulled you into him. Connecting your lips in a messy kiss as his hand held you to him by the back of your neck. Slowly losing its grip before sliding down to your waist. Losing himself into the kiss just as you were.

You were shocked he was even kissing you, cherishing the win regardless. Moving more onto him. Wrapping your arms around him, scratching at his scalp as you pulled on his hair.

The groan that left his lips encouraged you to push down more in his lap, wanting something more. You could never get enough of him. Anything he'd give, you'd take.

A rough push of yourself onto him caused his quirk to go off, not just a small spark either.

It singed your top, burning your skin.

You jumped off his lap once he let go, holding your sides.

His hand was placed right over your old scar.

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sebsbarnes · 11 months ago

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phantom pain || pietro maximoff

pietro maximoff x reader

summary: i'm jealous of the rain that falls upon your skin, it's closer than my hands have been

warnings: insecurities, none really?? (i think)

word count: 2.9k+ ; angst, comfort

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a/n: this is a rewrite of a bucky fic i wrote 6 years ago but now much longer, better, and for pietro. sorry for grammar/editing mistakes that are prob here but still enjoy

pietro knew you had been hiding something. he had known you for three years and had been dating you for almost two. over the course of the months and weeks spent with the other he had grown accustomed to your silent cues. the silence that would consume you when tony's party carried on too late and you desperately wished to exit or when you performed poorly during training and steve berated you with tips. but mostly the silence that would linger around you when you were alone. not all the time, no, but there were times when pietro could feel and see the physical shift in your body language.

he never wanted to pry not as a friend or a boyfriend. pietro understood that every avenger has a past life, one that the others are unaware of. though he loved playing back the memories of his childhood and his parents, he too would shift into a silent shell of a person and he would want nothing more than to be left alone and not questioned. pietro loved the abilities he had but some days he wondered whether the extreme heat of his body or the slow-moving world around him actually made him sad. life was no longer normal, his body was no longer normal, nothing was normal.

this is exactly how you felt. the tragedies in your life were sometimes unbearable and if you could disappear you would but you had so much to be thankful for. if it wasn't for the accident you wouldn't be an avenger, you wouldn't have the friends you have, you wouldn't experience even half of what you've had now, and you wouldn't have pietro, the love of your life. at the end of the day you were alive and more than often, incredibly happy.

but there were those times you fell into silence over your newfound life, mainly the consequences of the accident. your memory still struggled, you were weak for a very long time, and when the weather got too cold you could feel the ache in your bones. you weren't like the rest of the avengers who possessed special abilities or were highly skilled in combat. three and a half years ago you were a normal person. you had a normal life, job, family, and friends, up until the accident. and every day the phantom pain reminds you of what was taken.

it was winter when you first met all the avengers. they all lived together and after you recovered from the accident, tony wanted you here, to live here. you protested the idea for a while claiming that tony's generosity was far too much. he had already saved you from the accident and offering a space to live and a job was incredulous, but after much debate you agreed. that first day you silently sat in the corner of the room while all the avengers had a meeting. you swayed back and forth in the rolling chair, taking in the information and occasionally stealing glances at a silver-haired man.

"and this is (y/n)!," tony exclaimed, "our newest friend here so please for the love of god be kind during the acclamation period. i'm already prematurely greying and i don't need anymore."

the meeting was over and one by one the avengers came to greet you, offering their names and welcomes and soon the silver-haired man approached you.

pietro stuck his hand out to shake yours. he found it odd that despite the room being almost swelteringly hot from the heater, you still had your gloves on.

"i'm pietro."

it was about three weeks later you found yourself sitting with pietro, clint, steve, and natasha. everyone was sitting on the couch talking about whatever topic you possibly could conjure up. there was a lull in conversation before clint spoke up.

"hey," he said turning towards you, "why do you have gloves on?"

it was as if clint never spoke and without missing a beat you stood up, looking down at pietro, "wanna help me finish building my desk?"

pietro hesitated a moment, eyes flickering over to clint, "of course."

pietro had come to learn not to question why you covered your hands in those first few months. any mention of you hiding them was never met with an answer. he was protective of you and he felt himself falling for you each day, and you the same. the two of you did a lot together, you cooked, clean, went out, watched movies, almost everything together and you loved it. it felt like home here and pietro felt like home.

it was a big dinner, the night you finally took your gloves off. there was no special reason why, to be frank, you just decided to no longer be embarrassed.

"c'mon kid we all got something weird about us. i play in a suit all day, cap runs around in tights, pietro is faster than the speed of light, and parker shoots webs... from his hands!" tony ranted on.

you sighed, "i know. i just feel weird on top of this because i am still new here."

"we all have been new," tony started, inspecting your hands one final time, "no one will judge you, kid, but take it at your own pace. you don't owe anyone nothing. well, maybe except me," he winked.

only two hours later you were all seated at the big table with everyone to eat. from tony, to pietro, to thor, to natasha, to sam, everyone was here. next to you was tony and rhodey, pietro across from you pulling funny faces while the food was served out. you fidgeted with your fingers in your lap trying to stall picking up the fork and knife. everyone had started eating and chatting amongst the group when you finally lifted your arms to the table and started cutting into the chicken.

pietro watched as you shifted in your seat, your forearms coming to rest on the white cloth and your fingers wrapping around the fork and knife. the first time he has ever seen your hands.

your metal hands.

after that night there were murmurs throughout the crew about the state of your hands. people were confused why someone who led a normal life ended up with metal hands, similar to bucky's arm. the word accident had floated through the air but you never commented on it.

winter had turned into spring that ended all too quickly and now it was the dead of summer. the day was slow and pietro was bored and craving movement. his head was hanging over the arm of the couch, his silver hair hung to the floor.

"want to get ice cream?" he asked.

"it's like you read my mind," you grinned swiping your wallet off the counter.

you and pietro wandered around town aimlessly before stopping at the ice cream shop. he admired the way you threw your head back in laughter and the way you covered your mouth when he said something outlandish. even though pietro's body ran warm he could feel the increasing heat spread throughout his cheeks each time you shot him a smile and his name rolled off your lips.

in an instant, he thought he ruined it all when he reached out and wrapped his fingers in yours. he felt your fingers twitching and the way you misstepped.

"i'm sorry," accent thick as he retracted his hand.

you smiled softly at him before gently grabbing his hand, "don't be."

it was that day over a hot fudge sundae that you told pietro what had happened. it was a horrible car accident early in the winter before you met the avengers. there were several cars and buses involved. not only did you lose your hands that day but your family. tony was also in this accident, his car had actually collided with yours, though his vehicle wasn't the one that caused your injuries. he had rushed to help you and immediately took on a parental role when he observed the condition of everyone else in the car. you were bruised and bloody with several fractured bones, but mainly, every bone in both your hands were shattered beyond repair. tony took you to his doctors where you all came to the difficult decision that your hands had to go, but tony offered you a solution. to replace the once skin and bones with metal.

pietro listened the entire time letting you go on and on to which you apologized for being boring. 'no dragă' he would whisper and you continued on with his thumb running over your knuckles. the gesture comforted you but the voice in the back of your head nagged that it was out of pity.

the months began to fly past faster than you could imagine. you and pietro were inseparable. anytime the members walked past the two of you they'd fake gag or pretend to cry. once wanda had muttered under her breath how she never thought pietro would actually date someone. you would only get shy over it and pietro found it amusing and would pinch at your cheeks. it was only when the two of you officially started dating when pietro would notice the different type of silence you'd fall into.

he would sometimes catch you sitting on the edge of your bed staring at your hands the features on your face contorted with disgust.

"what is the matter?" he questioned.

"oh nothing," you sighed with a fake smile, placing your hands beside you.

or the times pietro noticed the way you hesitated before touching him.

"am i that scary dragă?" pietro joked with a sickly smile.

your features would soften and the lines between your brows disappeared, "the most terrifying," you winked.

or the times pietro saw the way you gazed at other people's hands when they came into contact with pietro.

"doesn't his hair look good like this?" wanda asked you as she finished braiding her brother's hair. the two of them looking at you in the mirror.

you didn't respond right away. you were too distracted watching the way her fingers weaved their way through his silver hair and grazed his scalp while pulling hair into its pattern. with the most pitiful smile, you responded.

"amazing."

pietro knew that eventually, you would confide in him over the way you viewed your hands. he didn't want to overstep, that wasn't the relationship the two of you had. the late nights pietro spent shaking under the blankets from nightmares, you never asked him. you held him close to you and hummed a small tune to calm him down and you did that every night without fail. one day over breakfast he finally confided in you over the terrors that haunted his dreams.

what pietro didn't expect was that today on your second anniversary was the day you would finally scream your frustrations out. the two of you weren't doing anything special and nor did you want to. all the avengers insisted you at least leave home and do something for a little while. that's why you found yourselves lazily walking around a park, hand-in-hand, arms swinging and shoulders bumping. the sound of laughter echoed through the park and you swore the leaves shook. you were happy, beyond happy. pietro and you were madly in love and there wasn't one thing you could wish for, maybe.

suddenly the wind picked up and the dark clouds rolled above and unleashed raindrops that were nearly the size of baseballs.

"oh my god!" you squealed.

"it is so cold!" pietro laughed loudly.

you were squinting through the pouring rain, your hair and clothes plastered to your skin, pietro was dancing around in a circle with his tongue out in hopes of catching the water. pietro grabbed onto your forearms pulling you into him.

"you look so cute right now," he yelled over the thunderous rain.

"don't be silly! i look like a mess!" you giggled slightly swatting at his chest.

pietro leaned in and kissed you on the cheek. his smile growing wider as if his mouth was a plant and the rain was helping it grow. his fingers brushed the hair out of your face and kissed you once more on the forehead.

"there's so many droplets on your lashes!" you exclaimed. pietro watched your lips pull into a smile. the sun wasn't out but he could've been fooled by the way your eyes shined at him. he watched as you lifted your hand to brush the droplets off, and then suddenly, it all changed.

pietro watched as your smile dropped into parted lips of disgust and shame, your eyebrows pulled together in the middle, and rain was no longer the only thing running down your face. you faltered in your step backward and pietro reached out to steady you but you pulled back further. it was like you were a toy and your batteries had just run out you were so still.

"b-baby what is wrong?" the worried etched onto his face was almost painful.

"i'm jealous," you cried, your bottom lip shaking violently.

pietro shook his head, "my love what is going on? you are worrying me."

you lifted your hands in front of your face, your eyes trailed down every finger and across your palm to the back of your hand. the small metal panels almost mocking you as you could see your eyes reflect back at you. at this moment pietro started to piece together all the instances in the past.

"i can't feel you," you wallowed, "i can't feel your skin, pietro. my hands!" he watched as you stretched your arms out to show him your hands as if he'd never seen them before.

"i'm envious of everything that can feel you! the rain, your clothes, everyone else, but not me, i can't! do you know how badly i want to feel the texture of your hair or the tears you cry or-or the skin on your lips and i can't! i crave the feeling of you and i'll never get to know that. i want to feel the plastic of a pen or grass between my fingers or the calluses of training too hard and i'll never get that again. the phantom pain i have will never be as painful as never being able to hold you with my real hands."

as your cries grew louder the storm cleared up to let you have the stage. you stood in front of pietro as the shell of the person he would see those times you were alone silently observing your hands. even though he wasn't the one yelling, he felt as if his own vocal chords were being shredded, he could feel the chambers in his heart slowly start to shut down one by one, and the burn in his eyes was almost blinding.

he slowly stepped towards you cautious not to make you jerk backwards again. the tears in each of your eyes seemed to sync up and roll down together. pietro gently grabbed your hand, grateful that you let him, and held it to his cheek.

"this, my love, this is me. this is the me that only you will know and no one else. it is not the same as everyone else but different much like us," he said gently, his other hand gesturing between your bodies, "if i could do anything in the world, no matter the cost, to help with your hands i would and i am so sorry i cannot," pietro was now holding your face in his hands.

"but i want you to know i love you for everything that you are and i always will. no matter what the future has in store for us, in my heart, you will always be first. and- and i know there are other reasons why you dislike your hands but i never want to be the reason that you dislike something about yourself. maybe i can talk to mr. stark, yeah?" he pondered nodding his head rapidly, "maybe we can figure something out and give your hands an upgrade. maybe he knows someone?"

you sniffled, looking lovingly at pietro who was trying to think of any possibility even though you both had discussed in the past that there was nothing that could be done for your hands. that day tony saved you was the best opportunity you could get to help your hands and nothing in the world could beat it.

"i love you so much pietro, you are everything i could ask for in a boyfriend and more," you spoke, resting your face further into his hands.

pietro ran his hands across your shoulders and down your arms to hold onto your wrists. he brought your hand up to his face and placed a delicate kiss to your fingertips until all ten were loved. pietro pulled you into a hug, one palm resting flat against your spine and the other holding the back of your head. you leaned into his chest and let your ear listen to the thump of his heart. the two of you stood there motionless. minutes passed by and neither of you dared to move. to an unobservant eye, you two could've passed as a statue. two lovers forever memorialized in the dusk of the sky, the rain puddles collecting at your feet, and a love story forever admired over.

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to-thelakes · 3 months ago

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nothing but a pass time (lip gallagher x reader)

content warning(s); underage smoking, mentions of underage drinking, sad!lip, comfort, hints of angst (unrequited love)

summary; the summer had come around but you and lip were always the same. except it was harder to ignore your brewing feelings now.

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i have edited and read this part over so many times that i feel like i'm not actually making it better anymore, so here it is! more of my babies, the next few parts are gonna get a little angst-heavy from both lip and reader's side but then i think it's gonna settle a bit and hopefully get a little better, i have the next three parts all partly/fully written and they're sad but also sweet (comfort is real and lip NEEDS iT, this poor man), so anyway, here's the new part hehe

“My dad would kill you if he found us,” You said as you rounded the corner with Lip. He had texted you, asking you to come and meet him. You didn’t mind. You’d been dying to see him after a too-long shift at the store. You had been there all day, sweating and dealing with shitty customers, and that one text was enough for you to be filled with a familiar sense of glee.

You didn’t need a reason to see Lip, you never had but something about him asking to see you made you giddy. That text was enough to have you halfway out the door in minutes, changed, showered and beaming.

Though, that had always been the case.

The cigarette between your lips was new though. You had never been one for smoking but Lip had somehow gotten you into it. You only smoked with him though.

“They still think we’re dating?” Lip asked as you stopped by one of the pillars that held the El tracks up. The train only came every twenty minutes or so this late at night. So it was peaceful, quiet and you could smoke without being disturbed.

You were the one to plop yourself down first, feet aching from being on them all day. Working nearly a 10 hour shift was not for the weak and you were wondering why you’d bothered to do it to yourself.

“I dunno,” You shrugged as you took a drag of the cigarette Lip had handed to you. He sat down beside you, head resting back against the concrete. You let the smoke fill your lungs before you breathed it out into the night air. It was cooler than it had been all day, you didn’t feel like the air was suffocating you, just the cigarette, “Hard to tell with them at the moment,” You shrugged, the hint of something more beneath those words but neither of you dug into it. Lip simply nodded and you offered the cigarette back. He took it from between your two fingers and took a long drag.

He looked sad. You assumed that’s why he had even bothered you this late. He knew you’d been working all day and he had always used it as an excuse to keep to himself. But tonight, he seemed to want to see you. You were never going to deny him.

You hadn’t ever denied him anything.

You watched as he blew the smoke out through his nose and you leaned closer, resting your head on his shoulder. He briefly tensed up before relaxing.

He had gotten so jumpy recently.

You tried to ignore it.

“What’s up?” You asked after a moment of silence. He offered the cigarette to you but you waved him off. You could feel the nicotine buzzing through your system, not used to the high after nearly a week of not seeing Lip.

“Karen’s got this guy,” Lip said after a moment of silent contemplation, “Jody. Some fuckin’ asshole twice her age,” He explained, waving his free hand out. He then put the cigarette between his lips, breathing in the smoke and speaking as he exhaled, “Hasn’t even fucked her. She says it’s some Sex Addicts Anonymous shit. I don’t get it,” Lip said as he choked slightly on the smoke. You should have known this is where the conversation would go so you simply reached your hand out for the cig.

Lip passed it over without question.

Part of him hated himself for corrupting you. You had never touched a drop of alcohol until he convinced you otherwise. And you had resisted smoking cigarettes until one night a few months back at a party with him.

You had been pretty drunk at that party and he had casually offered his cigarette to you. He hadn’t thought much of it, expecting you to shake your head and tell him to ‘fuck off’ as you always did. Instead, you had taken it from his fingers, taken a drag and coughed on the smoke.

But that didn’t stop you from taking another drag.

Now every time he watched the smoke curl out from between your lips, he felt bad. Like he had doomed you to some horrible fate.

“And she said that they’re together and just sit under the stars and talk and shit. I mean, who does that?” He asked. You tried to bite back the reply that that’s exactly what the two of you did but you kept your mouth shut, “We’re teenagers. We’re meant to be fucking each other and doing stupid shit. Not- not watching cartoons and fucking cooking together. It’s- it’s just bullshit,” Lip was frustrated. You could tell and you couldn’t blame him. Not really.

Part of you just felt sorry for him. You knew that he had fallen for Karen but she never really shared those feelings. At least, not that you could tell. She liked him and she liked to fuck him but you were never sure if it was more.

Another part of you was happy she was fucking with Lip’s head. Maybe it made you spiteful but you wanted him to understand how it felt to have someone always keep you at arm’s length.

You tried not to think about that though.

You were his friend.

You were there to help him, not celebrate his pain.

“Are you still fucking her?” You asked after a moment. You weren’t entirely sure how to make Lip feel better. You weren’t well-versed in this shit.

He nodded.

“Yeah but it’s this guy. He’s a fucking asshole,” Lip bit back, cigarette hanging from his lips. You rolled your eyes and took the cigarette from between his lips to take a puff yourself. You stayed quiet for a minute, not sure what to say.

“At least you still get to fuck her,” You responded, trying to see the bright side. You wanted to make him feel better, “Clearly if they aren’t even fucking, it doesn’t mean that much. So, give it a few months and she’ll be past him.” The words felt heavy on your tongue, trying to ignore the truth in what you were saying.

Lip had never fucked you and you had always been nothing but a pass-time for him. A friend to cry to and seek comfort from but nothing more. You knew that you didn’t mean that much to Lip. Not as much as Karen anyway.

“Yeah, maybe,” Lip said as he glanced down to watch you blow the smoke from between your lips. You tapped the edge of the cigarette on your thigh, ashes flying through the air just as an El train passed overhead.

It was deafening but the noise gave you some solace. You hadn’t noticed Lip looking at you and so you let yourself feel the heaviness. It was just for a moment and then you put your guard back up.

But for a moment, you let yourself frown. Let yourself feel sad. Feel lonely. Feel fucking stupid.

Then you were back to normal.

Once the train had passed, you spoke again.

“The way I see it, he’s either gonna break up with her or they’re gonna fuck. Either way, she’ll come back to you,” You decided after a moment. You weren’t sure if it was true. You had no experience with relationships. You’d only ever kissed people drunk at parties so you were talking out your ass.

But Lip just hummed along and took the cigarette from between your fingers. He took another drag and then smushed the butt of it against the grass, putting it out.

“Everything okay with you?” Lip asked after a beat of silence. Your head lifted from his shoulder, eyebrows furrowed. You couldn’t remember the last time he’d asked if you were okay. Usually, you told him anyway but he never asked.

“Yeah, why?” You responded, eyebrows knitted together in confusion. He shrugged, meeting your gaze. Your eyes were boring into him and he felt guilty seeing the confusion. The way your eyebrows furrowed at his question as if you weren’t his best friend. As if he didn’t care about you.

“Y’just seem tired, that’s all,” He responded, shrugging. He was trying not to be defensive but it was hard not to be.

“Had a long day, it’s fine,” You retorted as you reached into the top pocket of his shirt. You didn’t ask before you grabbed the pack of cigarettes. Instead, you just plucked a stick out and grabbed his lighter.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asked. You looked up at him, a teasing smile on your lips.

“Bumming a smoke,” You stated before you placed the cigarette between your lips. You used your hand to shelter the end of the cig before flicking the lighter on. The bright flame illuminated your face, eyes shining in the light. It was there for a split second before you had successfully lit the cigarette.

“You been smokin’ with someone else?” He asked. You scoffed, dropping the cigarette pack and lighter back into his pocket before you took a drag.

“Fuck off, as if,” You dead-panned as you exhaled. You then took another drag, leaving the cigarette hanging off your lips as you blew the smoke out of your nose. It was Lip’s turn to take the cigarette from your lips now. He made eye contact with you as he took it, placing it between his own.

Fuck. You hated when he did shit like that.

The way he looked at you like he really gave a shit.

You tried not to think about it.

“Good,” He said before he took his own drag. You two sat in silence like that for a while, sharing the cigarette. You knew it was bad for you. You had told yourself you’d never be a smoker but the summer was long and being around Lip was painful. The nicotine made it easier to deal with.

So you just smoked until Lip - once again - put it out in the dirt. He then just stared, another El train passing overhead. You were both quiet for a moment before you sighed. You needed to go home.

“Got work tomorrow,” You muttered after a beat. It was you saying you needed to leave without really saying it at all. But you did, you needed to get out of here.

“Stay at mine tonight?” He asked. You shook your head.

“Gotta leave early, starting at 6. Would just wake you up. You’re grumpy that early,” You stated as you looked up at him. He frowned. You didn’t know what else to say to him and so you just looked at each other for a moment.

“Want you to stay over,” He mumbled, looking away. You ran your hands across your face, wondering if you were really gonna let this happen. But you already knew the answer the second he had asked the question.

“Let me grab my shit,” You gave in. Lip couldn’t help the smirk that spread across his face. It felt like a victory, a small victory.

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throneofsapphics · 1 year ago

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the ebb and flow of fate epilogue

(part one) (part two) (part three) (part four) (part five)

Cazriel x f!Reader

Summary: “Pure silence filled the room, and Feyre shifted on her feet, wondering if maybe she’d crossed a line.”

Warnings: illness, mentions of violence, death, & blood

A/N: I’m sad this is over, but I've really enjoyed writing it. thank you all so much for your love on this little series <3

She took a deep breath, steeling herself for this conversation. “When I die-“

“We don’t know -“ Cassian interrupted.

“Please,” she cut him off. “Just .. I need to say this.”

His mouth tightened, but he nodded.

“Don’t give up. This world still needs both of you,” she swallowed harshly. The tears had already come.

“And it doesn’t need you?” Azriel said, voice breaking half way through.

“The world doesn’t get a choice, with me.”

Cassian ran one hand through his hair, gripping hard enough she thought he might tear it out. “I can’t lose you. Not like this.”

She snorted. Azriel’s eyes narrowed, he didn’t find this amusing, not one bit, but he knew laughter and humor was one of her coping mechanisms.

“Do you think I want to die?”

“I didn’t say -” She held her hand up, and Cassian’s mouth slammed shut. Her mouth quirked up at the corner, well trained. Azriel rolled his eyes. She did hold both of their leashes, but he wouldn’t tell her that.

“It’s happening. I refuse to insult myself or the healers pretending otherwise,” she reached out her hands, palms up, and they each took one without hesitation. “If you want to be angry, do it when I'm dead or not looking. I’m the sick one, you have to listen to me.”

Cassian looked like he was about to disagree, thought better of it, and pulled her into his chest. “We’ll see who’s listening to who tonight,” he muttered, pressing a kiss to the top of her hair.

Pure destruction stood in front of him. A killing field. Some parts scorched, raw power incinerating everything in its path, others still coated with blood and mismatched body parts. There would be no identifying who had fallen.

Rhys would never be glad his cousin died, not in millenia, but he’s glad she didn’t have to see the war waged. She’d died weeks before it broke out, and triggered a deadly rage in both Cassian and Azriel. One the world might never see again.

They never missed starfall.

“You’ll still get to see me once a year.” She waved her hand towards the sky, about to say the most ridiculous love-sick words he’d ever heard, “I’ll be waiting for you, my spirit still traveling between worlds. We’ll find each other in whatever comes after, in the next life, maybe even shoot through time and space together.”

Cassian’s mouth quirked up at one corner, before he picked her up and spun her in circles until she flicked his wing.

Cassian braced his forearms on the railing, eyes fixed on the sky. “Which one do you think is her?” He didn’t need to look to know Az was right beside him. They asked this question every year, and each time came up with a different answer. He liked to think she was switching forms, maybe trying to play a joke on them, or play another game.

Azriel peered down in the Cauldron again, after pulling Amren out. He’d hoped, foolishly, that she might be in there too.

He knew Amren, even spluttering and catching her breath, caught his movement. Azriel tried to avoid her, but she eventually caught up to him and Cassian.

“She wasn’t there,” the sorrowful, almost pitying, look in her eyes pissed him off.

“I didn’t ask,” he said coolly.

“Maybe not,” she assessed him. “But there’s your closure.”

“What … what does it mean, she wasn’t there?” Cassian asked.

“It means her soul isn’t trapped in limbo.”

Azriel really, really didn’t want to speak about this, but Cassian kept going. “So she’s moved on?”

“No,” Amren said sharply. “It means she’s waiting for you idiots,” Amren really never missed the chance to throw an insult in there, “in peace.”

Cassian caught Azriel’s eye. In peace. It was a small comfort, like a bandaid stuck on a gaping wound. He knew she wanted him to move on, to go find his “peace,” but it was never the same without her. An empty space inside of him he couldn’t fill. For years, he avoided every reminder of her, did everything he could to drown out the screaming abyss threatening to tug him under. It took Cassian to pull him out, to knock some sense into him and tell him she’d be pissed off.

“Cassian and Azriel had a mate.” Rhys told her quietly. Feyre paused. The sorrow in his voice threw her off. Had.

“What happened?” She asked softly.

“She died. Y/n was my cousin, Mor’s younger sister.”

A part of her heart shattered. She hadn’t known he had another cousin, or that Mor had a sister. They never spoke of her. Feyre didn’t … she didn’t like that. Not that she hadn’t been told, but that they weren’t keeping her memory alive. Maybe that was unfair of her, all things considered she hadn’t been around them that long, and some wounds never truly heal.

“Will you show me her?” She let Rhys read the silent request in her eyes; I’ll make a portrait. Her mate swallowed, before giving a short nod.

Winter Solstice came, and to say Feyre was nervous would be an understatement. She’d decided to pull Azriel and Cassian aside before, not certain if they’d want a vulnerable moment like this in front of the rest of them.

She handed them two identical portraits, wrapped in soft paper.

Cassian shot her a grin, “Finally take up the offer to paint me in the nude?”

Feyre snorted, huffing out a laugh. “Open it.”

They both did. Pure silence filled the room, and Feyre shifted on her feet, wondering if maybe she’d crossed a line.

For the first time, she felt like she could see every raw emotion going through Azriel’s features.

Rhys had shown her a specific image, the three of them perched on the roof of the Townhouse, her feet swinging back and forth over the edge, a glass of wine in one hand. Azriel’s shadows subtly pinning her - keeping her from tumbling into the rose bushes. She leaned to the side, Cassian standing trying to snatch the glass from her - a wide grin on his face. Azriel watched from behind, amusement lining his features. An open emotion she hadn’t seen frequently from the male. Her mate had flown in, catching the perfect angle.

Cassian carefully placed the painting on the table - like it was made of pure gold, and wrapped her in a tight hug.

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billiethepumpkin · 9 months ago

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Crave: Shota Aizawa x Reader

Warnings: Rated X. This content is intended for those ages 18 years and older. If you are a minor, do not interact.

Contains: AFAB!Reader. Dom!Aizawa. Pinning to the wall. Teasing. Penetrative sex. Unprotected sex. Female and male anatomy.

Author's Note: All characters are written to be adults because I am an old fuck :)

Long days haunted the two of you. Aizawa had long days of training, and longer nights of mixed activity, either spending nights in the school dorms or stopping villains under the starlight. You were pursuing your own desires, studying and working, coming home exhausted. Sometimes you didn't even have the energy to prepare a decent meal for yourself, just settling on instant ramen before falling into bed.

And Shota... You had no idea what must be going on in his head. You talked almost every day. He made sure there was enough room in his life for you, always. But you still missed him, still ached for him. Sometimes when he walked past, you caught a whiff of his scent and had to keep yourself from swooning. You hadn't spent the night together in weeks. You craved his muscled warmth, his rough hands... Simply his touch.

And, oh, did he miss yours. When you sat together at lunch, it was all he could do to stop himself from taking you right there in the teacher's lounge. He would catch the scent of your perfume, the fruit and blossom of your shower gel, and Aizawa became feral.

That was why, when he learned he'd have the night off from patrol, he'd immediately texted you, "I'm coming over."

You couldn't help but smile. Maybe you'd strip right then, so that you'd answer the door naked for him. Or maybe you'd leave the door unlocked and wait for him in some pretty lacy thing in the bed. No time for that. You'd go with the first option.

You slung a silky robe around your arms, letting it hang at your sides. Your breasts displayed in front of you, your nipples stood at attention. You waited for the knock on the door. It came quickly. Had Aizawa run here? Your heart jumped anyway.

You opened the door, and Shota's gaze met your eyes first. He had been telling himself that he was just coming over, that he wanted to spend real time with you. But you both knew that Aizawa was just as lonely as you were, just as needy and pent up.

As if some invisible force came over him, Shota picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and pushing you inside. In one swift, slick movement he shut the door, locked it, and pinned your back against it, your hands above your head. The only thing really holding your weight was one hand and his strong torso. One second passed. Two. Three. Aizawa hadn't even kissed you, hadn't even touched you in any of your most sensitive places. But even as he stayed inches from your face, your eyes seemed to glaze over at his touch.

Usually he could play this part, could be powerful and dominant, could pin you to the wall and edge you until you were on the verge of tears. But today--not today. Today, he needed to take you. Now.

He pressed his lips to yours. Instinctively, your hands found purchase in his long, tangled hair. Shota's hand found its place on your jaw, simultaneously pinning you to the wall and claiming you as his own. Your lips moved to the skin on his neck. And suddenly, you were clawing at his shirt, biting at his flesh. It was like you were trying to climb inside his skin, remain in his touch for the rest of your days. You couldn't help but squirm against him, your bare sex rubbing against his body. You couldn't even feel any of his skin touching you there, but he knew how badly you needed him, too. You had to be dripping, thought you might cause a puddle to form on the hem of his shirt.

Aizawa didn't care.

As your teeth and lips and tongue slid over his neck, around his ears, Shota shifted his weight and moved to carry you somewhere more solid, somewhere he could get his pleasure too.

The couch. It was close enough.

He settled your bare body on the couch, your arms still desperately clinging to him. But he stood up, pulling out of your touch. You couldn't help but whine at the loss of contact. But you sighed at the sight before you as Aizawa tugged his black shirt over his head. "Spread your legs, baby," he purred, settling down on his knees in front of where you sat. "I want to look at you." You whined again at the thought. Just take me already, you thought. You couldn't stand being out of reach from him. "Come on, honey. I'm going to help you," he persuaded, running a warm, rough hand over your soft thigh.

Butterflies ruled your stomach now, your breathing heavy as you shifted your weight and spread your legs, awkwardly settling your feet on the couch on either side of you. "That's my girl," Aizawa crooned. He pressed a kiss to your inner knee, similar kisses creating a trail to where you needed his touch most. He caught your scent. Not your perfume, not your soap. No, the scent of your quivering, weeping pussy before him. You swore you saw Shota's eyes roll into the back of his head.

You threw your head back in protest. "Please, Sho," you whined, involuntarily wiggling your hips. If you could get just a brush of attention...

"Shh," he shushed, his callused thumb brushing over your more sensitive lips. "I just want to look," he clarified, his eyes locked on your pussy. His thumb weaved in and out of your heat, playing in your slick as Shota tried to tell himself he wouldn't cum just as he entered you.

But the sound of your whine, your desire--your need--for him... It was almost too much for him to handle.

You weren't sure when he'd unbuckled his belt and let his pants and boxer briefs fall to the floor, but you were pleasantly surprised when he stood up and situated himself above you. You wouldn't look away. Wouldn't even blink, you promised yourself. You had to watch this, soak in everything you could, remember this later--every single word and breath and movement.

Shota settled his tip at your entrance. His shaft was an angry red, bleeding into the warm dark brown hair at the base. You could feel how warm he was, even without him actually entering you.

Aizawa braced himself and took several deep breaths before he plunged deep into your wet, aching cunt. A groan escaped his lungs, and now he was watching your eyes roll into the back of your head.

On instinct you closed your eyes to take in the feeling, the pleasure. But Shota again grabbed your chin, tilting it so he was looking you right in the eyes. "Don't look away, baby," he commanded. "I want you to remember every bit of this."

He began to pull out of you and plunge back in, over and over, again and again. And it seemed that you could feel every millimeter of his cock, every vein, every wrinkle. You couldn't help the way your mouth hung open, the way your lungs pushed out moan after moan as the pleasure intensified with every thrust of Shota's hips. And no matter how much you wanted to close your eyes, fall back into those habits from every other time, you didn't. You fought those habits to keep looking at him, right into his dark eyes. You felt him everywhere, all at once. Your hands tangled in his hair. His hands gripping your thighs and hips. His cock slamming against your cervix, bringing you shamefully close to that high you were so desperately craving.

It snuck up on you. And, out of nowhere, you tumbled over the edge into bliss. You couldn't help it. Your pussy clenched and pushed and squirmed around Shota's hard cock.

Aizawa pulled out before he had his own orgasm. He carried you into the bedroom.

That was just one of many he planned on giving you tonight.

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vodika-vibes · 4 months ago

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Wait holy shit, anon from 2 seconds ago, hi!, I suddenly had another alpha-17 thought, imagine comforting him after his capture by Ventress and again a few weeks later after being wounded by Grievous. He puts up an impenetrable front but behind it he’s in pain and filled with self doubt and you remind him that it’s all worth it, he’s worth it in the end.

As You Are

Summary: After being tortured by Ventress, and then badly wounded by Grievous, Alpha-17 is confined to a bed under your care. Badly injured and convinced that he’s about to be Decommissioned for being unable to continue his duties, he’s lashing out at everyone trying to help him. Luckily, you’ve never been a shrinking violet.

Pairing: Pre Alpha-17 x F!Reader

Word Count: 775

Warnings: Medical stuff, but not detailed

A/N: I'm still not sure if this was a request, but I turned it into one because it's Alpha, lol.

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“Doctor,” You pause, your hand hovering over the door panel to Alpha-17’s hospital room when you’re stopped by one of your nurses. She’s an older woman, much older than you, and she seems to be fretting over something.

“Something wrong?” You ask.

“It’s…well,” She motions to the door you’re about to pass through, “He’s in a foul mood.”

You arch a single brow, “Well, yes. I would be too if I had been tortured, and then badly wounded. How are his cybernetics?”

“I…well, I’m not sure. He wouldn’t let me check.”

Your other brow raises to join the first, “He wouldn’t let you.”

“No, Doctor. When I tried he snapped at me.”

“So he’s probably in pain then.”

She shrugs, “Perhaps we should leave him to the Kaminoans?”

You shoot her a look dirty enough that she flinches away from you, “Thank you, Nurse. I can take it from here.”

“Uh…Yes, doctor.” You wait until she hurries away before you type in the door code and enter the room.

“I hear you’re terrorizing my nurses.” You announce as the door slides shut behind you, “Knock it off.”

“I don’t want your medical care.” Alpha bites out, pinning you with a fierce glare.

“Tough shit, you’re getting it anyway.” You walk over to him, and glance at the monitors to check his vitals, “How’s your pain?”

“Awful.”

“I need a number, Alpha.”

“You’re annoying.”

“Thanks, it was covered in medical school between cardiology and pulmonology.”

He shifts in the bed and winces, and you frown at him, “I’m fine.”

“Alpha, you currently have cybernetics running the length of your spine that will allow you to walk. You’re not fine.” You place a gentle hand on his shoulder, knowing that he’s going to hate it, but also knowing that he won’t lash out at you. “Let me take care of you.”

“Why bother?” He grouses, “They’re just going to decommission me.”

You sigh heavily. “They are not.”

He scowls at you, “I’ve known the longnecks my whole life—”

You hold up three fingers, “Point 1, Shaak Ti has forbidden decommissions. Point 2, even if she didn’t, the Kaminoans don’t decommission Alpha class clones. Point 3, even if you ignore those two points, they never would have allowed me to put a multi-million credit cybernetic system in you if they were going to decommission you.”

“...how many credits?”

“Don’t worry about it. You’re not paying for it.” You lightly tap his shoulder, “Anyway, will you let me take a look now?”

“I’m fine.” He repeats.

“Why are you being so difficult?”

A muscle in his jaw clenches, “What if I can’t do my job properly even with the cybernetics?”

“You will. As I understand it, Shaak Ti wants you training ARC Troopers.”

He scoffs, “So I can’t fight anymore.”

“Training the ARCs is an important job, Alpha.” You remind him, “They are the best, after all.” You step around the bed so you’re able to get a look at the cybernetics implanted in his spine.

“It’s not the same.”

“It is important though.” You lightly touch his skin and frown when you see the skin is inflamed. Quickly you put in an order for more antibiotics, and then you scan the cybernetics themselves, “Do you think lesser of Commander Colt for being an ARC trainer?”

He scoffs but doesn’t answer.

You walk back around him so that he’s facing you, “You just have to remember, this is all worth it in the end. It has to be.”

Alpha scans your face for a moment, “No one is going to thank you for this, you know that right?”

“I don’t do this for the accolades, Alpha. I do it because it’s the right thing to do.” You flash a wry smile, “Before all else, do no harm.”

Alpha sighs and sinks his head into his pillow, “I’m not worth all this.”

“You are to me.” You reach out and take his fingers in your hand and you squeeze them gently, “Will you let me help you?”

He’s quiet for a long moment, and then he squeezes your hand, “Yeah, I guess. Just you, though.”

“Spoiled.” You chide, “But fine, I’ll make a note that you refuse all medical care unless I’m the one giving it.” You untangle your hand from his and make a note in his chart, “Now. Are you in any pain?”

“Yeah, and my back feels hot.” He admits.

“Thank you, Alpha.” You turn your back to grab some pain medicine.

“I love you.” He mumbles.

“What was that?”

“I said you’re annoying.”

You laugh softly, and favor him with a warm smile, “So are you.”

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jasntodds · 3 months ago

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Penance [7]

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Powered!Reader

Words: 8,230

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, fluff, mentions of death, hurt/comfort, mentions of scars, small description of jason's autopsy scar, smut, 18+ mdni

Summary: ❝Thesus: Stop. Give me your hand. I am your friend. Herakles: I fear to stain your clothes with blood. Thesus: Stain them. I don’t care.❞

It’s been a month and a half since Crane’s reign of terror was stopped, leaving Gotham to finally return to normal. But, what is normal? After everything Jason and you have been through, it seems normal might be some unobtainable dream state. But that’s not going to stop either of you from trying and maybe, you’ll get lucky in the end. At the end of it, the two of you have suffered enough, right?

Right?

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Jason and you patrol together and it feels like old times. You work well together just as you always have and it’s something the both of you really needed. Patrolling with Tim was different because you had to and you couldn’t really do it how you were used to because it was about training Tim and showing him the ropes. But this? This is like it always was, fighting side by side, teaming up and taking turns interrogating people. You stop at Excellent Gotham halfway through and park yourselves by Jason’s favorite gargoyle to eat.

You think tonight is healing parts of you. You felt hopeless before and now you're sitting here with your favorite person as if nothing has really changed. Maybe you don’t need to punish yourself all of the time and maybe this can be good. Maybe you can let yourself heal from everything. If Jason can, don’t you deserve to try?

“Wasn’t too boring tonight, was it?” Jason quips, the both of you back in your street clothes as you stand outside of your apartment building, Jason having rode home with you to make sure you got home safe.

“Eh.” You shrug. “It was alright I guess.” You scrunch your nose at him.

“Alright?!” Jason scoffs. “Bullshit. I’m a fucking trip.”

“You’re something.” You let out a cackle and Jason is relieved to see you look so happy. You looked lost earlier. “Can I ask you something?” You ask.

“What’s up?” Jason shifts his weight to his left leg, resting the helmet on his hip.

“When do you go see Leslie again?” You look down, tugging your sleeves over your hands before your eyes come up to Jason's.

Jason's brows raise slightly before he shrugs. “Uh…few days, why?”

“Can you, uh, a-ask her if she…ya know…maybe I need…to go.”

Jason nods his head with a warm smile. “Yeah, I’ll ask her and give her your number.”

“Thanks, Jay.” You give him a small and shy smile.

“Of course.” Jason smiles softly. “Hate fucking admitting it, but it’s been helping a bit again.”

“Good. I, uh, that’s why I wanna go. Might be for the best.”

“Good. Can’t hurt.” Jason nods his head.

“Yeah.” You smile softly. “Well, I’m gonna head in but thanks for tonight.”

“Do it again?” The corner of Jason's tugs into a hopeful smirk.

“Hell yeah.” You laugh softly. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” You beam before spinning on your heels and entering the apartment building.

A smile is stretched across your face as you make your way up the three flights of stairs to your apartment. No part of you believes going to see Leslie is going to be easy but if she’s helping Jason who literally died, surely she can help you. And it feels really good to finally feel like you and Jason might be falling back into some sort of normal after everything.

You enter your apartment, pressing your back against the door as it shuts behind you. The TV is playing quietly from the living room, the rest of the apartment is dark. You're so stuck on how well the night went, you almost miss the sound of Molly’s voice coming from your living room.

“Molly?” You question, pushing off the door and walking the few feet into the kitchen, looking into the living room thanks to the open concept layout.

Molly is leaning against the arm of the couch holding her phone against her thighs. A wide smile splits her face as Jurassic Park is playing on the TV. Molly is still rambling on about the first time she saw the movie, completely ignoring your presence. You roll your eyes and walk over to the back of the couch, looking at her phone screen.

“Hey.” Gar chimes.

Molly jumps. “When did you get back?” Molly ask.

“Just now?” You question. “Hey, Gar?” Your brows furrow, looking between the two of them.

Nothing going on, sure.

Molly looks at the time on her phone. “Did it go okay? You’re not mad are you?” Molly questions.

“What happened?” Gar asks.

You look between the two of them and maybe nothing is going on but from where you're standing, it definitely looks like it. You aren't even upset about it, but if something is going on, you think it's weird and confusing neither one of them would just say something but you aren't going to push. It's not really your business or your place. So, you decide, you're not even gonna say anything. You'll sit back and see what happens with them.

“Nothing?” You shake your head. “We patrolled together, grabbed some food, and came back.” You shrug your shoulders. “So, I’m gonna shower and head to bed.” You reach over the couch and steal a handful of popcorn from Molly’s bowl. You glance to the TV, watching the water in the cup on the dash of the Jeep start to vibrate. “You guys are missing the best part.” You state as you start walking away. “Get it together, guys.” You make your voice cheery, making sure they know you're joking and you can hear Molly laugh quietly as you enter your room.

You grab your change of clothes before heading to the bathroom and hopping in the shower. Music plays through the bathroom until it's interrupted by a ding from a text. You peek out of the shower just in time to see your phone screen still on with Jason’s contact on your screen. He’s texted you a quick ‘made it home’. You smile to yourself and continue washing your hair while your phone chimes again. This time when you look over, it’s a second text from Jason telling you you should just meet him at his place around noon and you can go to Home Depot together. You roll your eyes but your smile is glued to your lips while you finish your shower.

You take a seat on the toilet seat with a towel draped around your body. You pick up your phone while your stomach bubbles and twists.

You: What? Don’t trust my driving?

Jaybird: No ☠️

You: Fuck you 🔪

Jaybird: I’m really shaking in my boots babe

You: You suck

Jaybird: 🤤

You: 🤮

Jaybird: 🖕

You: Ill see you tomorrow I do like to be chauffeured around

Jaybird: How many times did it take autocorrect to get that word right?

Your jaw drops before you burst out laughing. He’s such an asshole but it did take more than a few tries to get that damn word right and he would know.

You: I will walk over to your apartment and fucking stab you so fucking help me jason todd

Jaybird: You’d have to catch me first babe

You: That a dare?

Jaybird: I dare you

You: Okay

You toss your phone and immediately start getting dressed in sweats. You don’t bother with makeup or anything else. You get the bathroom tidied up before you exit the bathroom, phone in hand before you go for your backpack. Molly is still peaking over the couch on her Facetime call with Gar.

“What’re you doing?” Molly asks.

“Going to stab Jason.” You answer casually while Molly looks to her phone at Gar.

“She’s doing what?”

“He dared me, Gar!” You yell but Molly and Gar can tell by the airiness in your voice it's really not that serious.

“He dared you to stab him?” Molly asks, unsure if she really heard you correctly or if she really wants to any sort of context.

You widen your eyes at her, nodding your head quickly. “Yeah! And I’m not gonna back down. It’s a dare.” You scoff with the furrow of your brows.

“Were they always this weird?” Molly asks Gar.

“Hey!” You yell.

“Yes.” Gar answers with a nod.

“Okay, I’ll be back!” You call with a smile as you kick your shoes on and head out, locking the three locks on your way out.

Jason prepares for you to get there, knowing you take dares seriously. He unlocks the door and shuts every light off in the place. If you want to come for him, he’s not going to make it easy. That ruins the game. It’s silly and he knows but at this point, he doesn’t want to miss even a single opportunity with you. Yes, he shouldn't have wasted a month and a half and neither should you but he’s thinking maybe that was for the best. It did give you both space to start to healing. It gave you both space to start setting up your own lives and finding out who you are today. It seems to have helped and there’s nothing saying you can’t continue while trying to get back what you once had. Optimism is not something that ever came easy to Jason Todd but he’s letting himself feel optimistic about you for just a second.

You pull up to Jason's place, seeing it’s completely dark. At first, it almost scares you, thinking maybe something happened and this is a trap. That would be something that could happen. But, that thought fades quickly because you don’t have that pit in your stomach and Jason would never have played along with anything to endanger you. This is Jason being a shit.

You dig in your bag and pull out your phone, using the flashlight as you enter the building, keeping light on your toes.

“Finally.” Jason's voice rings through the speaker system. “Usual rules?”

This was something you did at the Manor when Bruce was out. You blacked out the entire house, the only light would come from the moon outside. Other than that, it was just you two and a black house trying to locate each other. The only rules were not to permanently injure the other one -- don’t shove each other down the stairs and no lethal weapons. First person to disarm the other wins.

“You’re on, Jay.” You call as you shut your flashlight off, pocketing your phone.

You have your hands at your sides as they start to warm and glow a vibrant shade of green. Your steps are careful, using the glow to guide your feet. Back at the manor, you didn’t even need the light from your hands at one point. You had the whole place memorized from doing this with Jason which did kind of defeat some of the purpose of the blacking out the building but it served enough purpose. Plus, there are more stakes. It has the same premise as Dick’s whole thing with the blindfolds but this is more fun.

Jason is positioned at the end of the hall, carefully listening. He can see the glow of your hands which he said was cheating at first, until he realized he can also find you. He doesn’t need the glowing but it’s definitely not a bad thing to have on his end. So, he stands against the wall, watching and listening to you walk closer. His eyes track you, knowing you’ll search the full hallway before attempting the stairs. A part of him wants to dodge around you and essentially play a weird game of hide and seek but instead, he keeps his feet planted. The idea is to disarm, not to find.

Your hands stop glowing the further down the hallway you get. Jason's brows furrow, still listening to your footsteps. They echo softly no matter how light on your feet you try to be. If you know anything, it’s that Jason likes to play games. He’s going to make finding him easy the first time because that’s the point. And then you’ll have to spar it out until one of you backs off and runs off. He’s done this before so you keep walking with soft feet until you reach the end of the hallway. Jason is like a radiator. He could heat up an entire room if left there long enough so as you stand right in front of him, you can feel the space between you growing warmer.

You strike first, just missing his head as Jason grabs your arm. He spins you around as you kick your leg around his, sending you both to the ground. Jason falls on top of you, barely catching his weight on his hands to not crush you and you don’t miss a beat, crawling from under him only for Jason to grab your ankle and yank you back. Jason hears your laugh through a squeal.

“That’s a fucking ego boost.” Jason laughs with you.

“You’re not scary, sorry, Jay.” You tease, yanking your ankle free.

“Lotta people'd beg to differ." Jason defends as he hears you run off down the hallway.

“Not to me!” You sing-song, your voice echoing off the walls and staircase.

A smile stretches across Jason’s face as he shakes his head. He starts walking after you, not hearing your footsteps anymore and he knows you've hidden yourself behind some sort of corner so he’s careful with his steps.

A large part of him thought the good parts of him died and the pit kept them. It kept them in exchange for his life, maybe that’s just the price he was to pay in order to live. Someone can’t come back to life without sacrificing something. Look at Ra’s. But, over the last few days, he’s learning that may not have been in the case.

His bones still ache and something still feels hauntingly different but the good parts of him are still there. Tim didn’t even blink when Jason showed up in the alley, he was so unbothered by all of Jason’s training methods that even got you to pitch a fit every once in a while. Jason had a good time training Tim and him and you are back to doing this stupid game in the middle of the night with laughter bouncing off of the walls. He’s smiled more the last few days than he has in two months. Maybe the good parts of him aren’t entirely gone. They were just covered in guilt and remorse.

You're tucked away in a corner and you always wonder how Jason manages to be so silent as he walks. You can be quiet but you can’t even tell when he’s moving until it’s almost too late. It’s for his own protection, he’s been doing this longer, but it’s always fascinating to you and it'd be a little scary if you didn't know him. One second he’s down the hall and the next, he’s standing in front of you without ever making a sound. It’s his most intimidating quality.

But you're careful anyway, listening, focusing on your surroundings and then the hairs stand up on the back of your neck with a subtle throb starting to your right. You dodge just as Jason's fist flies through the air and you grab his arm, elbowing the inside of his arm. Jason lets out a groan and you twist it around before Jason laughs.

“It’s cute you think you still stand a chance.”

“I’ve taken you before.” You quip, holding his arm behind his back.

“You’re out of practice.” Jason chuckles, pulling his arm away before he spins back around, going to grab you but you jump back.

“So are you.” You quip.

“You sure?” Jason asks making you nearly scream. He’s right in front of you now and you didn’t feel him that time. His breath is fanning over your face and without needing to see him, you can tell he’s smirking, cheeks probably that pretty shade of pink.

“Uh-huh.” Your voice catches in your throat.

“Right.” Jason gives you this chuckle that makes you want to kiss the smirk off of his face but you know you can’t very well do that now so instead, you make your move.

You quickly slide to the right before kicking his feet from under him. Jason lands on a knee and he swipes his leg across the floor, knocking you down just as you try to run off. It’s Jason’s turn to get to his feet and find a new spot.

The two of you go back and forth like this and it’s different this time. Usually, you spar hard and you both make solid efforts to disarm the other but this time, you’re spending a lot of time hiding and running. It wasn’t so much intentional at first from either of you but the more you do it, the more you realize this is just more time to spend together. Tomorrow comes eventually and tomorrow always has some sort of surprise in it. Tonight, you don’t wanna worry about that. You spend your time in the dark, finding each other and going back forth with fists and quips.

Two hours in, Jason is hiding out on the landing of the first staircase, tucked away in the corner. The window is two feet away from him, the city lights cascading through the pains and onto the wood flooring. His eyes stay trained in front of him, hearing you from downstairs walking around. You've been looking for a few minutes and Jason is wondering if you’ll give up. And then he hears a smack and a groan from down the stairs. Jason has to stifle his own laugh, far nicer than you who burst out laughing when Jason hit the doorframe. You seem to recover okay, your steps picking up a few seconds later and he can hear you ascending the staircase.

Your steps stop right at the top.

You roll your eyes and you know damn well Jason is right behind the light of the window. He’ll be able to see you before you can see him. And if you know anything about him, you know he’s standing right in the corner, right foot lifted and pressed against the wall with his arms crossed and that stupid smirk on his lips. This game was never very fair from your perspective. You've never won. Jason’s senses have always been better, Bruce trained him well. As much as you hate the thought. You let out a sigh, take two steps forward and stand directly in the light, a taunt telling Jason to get it over with.

Jason pushes off the wall with his right foot and makes his move but he’s cautious. You do not give up, especially to him when there’s a game like this in play. He strikes first, you block him in an instant, using the light to drag him from the shadows and you get him with your knee right in his side. Jason doesn’t even flinch, throwing another hit, this time hitting you on your side. The two go back and forth, breathing turning heavy as you use the city lights to your advantage. But, it’s Jason who gets the upper hand as he almost always does, grabbing both of your wrists as you use one to try to punch him and the other to block his hands. His grip is tight and unwavering.

Jason’s chest is nearly touching yours as you look up at him. There’s a devious gleam you can make out even in the low light, the corners of his mouth perked into a subtle smirk. Your heart jumps into your throat.

“Giving up so quick?” Jason questions.

“No.” You let out a soft pout but you aren’t fighting him.

Jason can feel his heartbeat on his tongue. His grip loosens on your wrists but he doesn’t let go. Instead, his thumb rubs your skin softly, not even realizing he’s doing it. It’s been hours and he’s been having a blast and he knows she is, too. For the life of him, he can’t figure out why you both let time go by. He does know why, because it all hurt but maybe it was just getting over the hump of it all. He thinks it must be just as hard for you to overcome as it is for him. But, you both always seemed to be able to cope better around each other. It’s the understanding of every action and word that leaves your lips. The feeling that you’ll both never be alone.

Jason nods once. “Not trying very hard.” Jason whispers softly.

Last night felt so good and cathartic. Maybe you just want to live in another one of those moments for a few minutes.

“You’ll just tighten your grip.” You whisper back, watching a cheeky smirk grow on his lips.

“Doesn’t seem to bother you much.” Jason quips and his eyes glance to your lips.

What if he kisses you anyway? Just one more time. Then you can do this friend thing with the game and the banter. What if he kisses you anyway?

“No.” You answer back, glancing to his lips.

What if you kiss him? Just one more time and then you can do the whole friend like you did before. What if you kiss him?

“How’re you gonna get out of this then?” Jason quips.

Fuck it.

You lunge forward, your lips connecting with Jason’s. He groans and immediately drops your wrists as his hands come to your cheeks, pulling you closer to him. Jason melts right into you, nearly exploding at the seams with the very thought you were thinking the same thing he was.

His mouth moves with yours and you push forward until Jason’s back hits the wall. Jason grabs your hips, turning you both around so your back is pinned against the wall. He kisses down your neck, nipping and biting at the flesh. Your heartbeat skyrockets as your hand tangles into his messy hair. Your eyes are closed as a soft moan escapes your lips. Jason bites down, sucking a mark into your skin.

You pull his head back to your lips, the kiss turning sloppy and wet. Jason slides his hands under your thighs, picking you up to pin you against the wall as his knee slots into between your legs. His thigh hits just the right spot making you let out a moan into his mouth immediately followed by a groan.

You pull his hair back, getting a pretty groan from Jason before you go to his neck, leaving your own purple mark. Jason holds your hips helping you grind down against his thigh. The sound of your desperate gasps makes him want to lose his mind. He wants to surrender all control he has ever had and forget anything bad ever happened. His head is lust drunk and all he wants is you. His bulge is growing and throbbing through his sweatpants, desperately wanting free.

You feel yourself growing closer and wetter but more desperate. There’s not quite enough friction and he knows it. He knows this only ever gets you teetering on the edge but it’s never quite enough. He knows exactly what he’s doing and you want to bite him. Your pussy throbs and aches for something to fill you up.

“Jay.” You pant desperately into his mouth.

He fucking snickers.

And stills your hips.

“Jay.” Your brows pinch together as if you're in pain.

“What’s that?”Jason teases.

“Fuck. You.” You nod your head, trying to move your hips but his grip keeps you steady.

Jason leans forward, nipping up your neck making you whine. He can feel your pulse against his lips as he kisses his way up to your cheek. You feel him grin against your skin and you think your skin might set the both of you on fire.

“Say please.” Jason mocks you, whispering in your ear, his voice deep and graveled.

You think you've melted into the palms of his hands.

Jason loosens his grip slightly, allowing you to get some friction for just a few seconds before stilling your hips.

“Didn't hear ya, babe?” Jason’s eyes lock on yours with the quick raise of his brows, using all of his self-control not to cave himself.

There's a sliver of you that wants to push him, see who can actually outlast the other because you know it'll be him begging for you in about ten minutes. But, your head is swimming and your body is erupting in goosebumps. The desperation of wanting him all over you makes you lose every other thought that was once there.

You kiss him, keeping your lips close to his, pulling away just enough to speak. “Please.”

Jason doesn’t waste a single second to dropping his knee as his lips connect back with yours.

Jason pulls you with him, his back towards the second set of stairs as you both walk up them, unsteadily with your lips connected. Once you’re up the stairs, Jason is grabbing the hem of your hoodie, tugging it over you and tossing it on the floor. Jason’s hoodie is next, tossed somewhere in the dark hallway. By the time you reach Jason’s room, he’s tugging your top off and tossing it to the floor.

It’s all hasty and hot, desperate and needy as Jason pulls you to his bed. He lands on top of you, catching you to mind your fall and your hands are under his shirt. They’re warm and soft. They make him feel whole again.

The words ‘i need you’ circle his brain but never quite make it out. He needs you like he needs air. You're the breath of fresh air on the first day of spring. It’s the first day the air doesn’t hurt his lungs. You taste how the word cathartic sounds. He needs you like he needs the oxygen in his lungs.

You scratch up his back and Jason arches his back right into you. His head spins. His lips trail down to your cheek and then your neck. He leaves a second mark in his wake and your head falls fuzzy. You aren’t even entirely sure you're even here anymore. All you know is that you want him and your skin is on fire. You can’t form a single coherent thought as Jason makes his way down to your collarbone, leaving yet another mark. All you can think about his him. His mouth and his the way his teeth graze over your skin, how warm his hand is as it trails up to your breast. All you can think about is the pretty moans and groans that leave his lips as you claw his back again. You've turned to mush all over again.

He presses some kisses around where your braw cuts off, just enough to tease you before he comes back up, kissing your lips. And all you know for certain is how badly you need him. You need him today and tomorrow and every day after. Every moment with him is worth every bit of pain and agony. Every moment without him is boring and lackluster. Jason walks into a room and it’s like a color bomb explodes through the room. His laugh could light up the darkest of hallways and his eyes are the prettiest shade of green, they could convert anyway to love the color. Breathing is easier whenever he's around.

Your hands go to the hem of his shirt and try to tug it off of his head but Jason stops you, shooting up immediately. Your high immediately vanishes seeing the look of panic spread over his feature. Jason’s head comes back, still spinning but down in panic and his chest heaves. What’s he supposed to do?

“I-I’m sorry.” You shake your head, leaning up on your elbows. “I-, uh, I thought…well…I…I should have asked--”

“No.” Jason shakes his head, looking down then back to you. “It’s not…that.” Jason nearly chokes on his own words.

“What’s wrong, Jay?” Your brows tug together and even though you're the one half-naked, he’s the one feeling exposed.

Jason’s teeth grind together and he didn’t really think this far ahead. His mind was clouded with the thought of you and the desire to just have one more fucking night. His mind was clouded with the idea of chasing the feeling you shared just a few months ago. He didn’t think about this step. This part of the whole sex thing. You don’t care. You never care about scars but it hurts him.

Jason clears his throat as he brings his hands back to your hips, watching your chest quickly rise and fall with every breath. He's running through everything he could say. How is he supposed to tell you he has a thick, protruding scar from his collarbones all the way down his abdomen? That can't possibly be some sort of turn on and if anything, he's almost certain it'll send you into a spiral because it nearly does to him every damn day he looks at it. What's he supposed to say? What's he supposed to say without making you feel worse or feel like you need to push to make sure he's okay?

What's he supposed to say in order to keep this moment intact without it being just another moment tainted by painful memories?

“We can just keep doing this. Um…I-I don’t mind…if you don’t.” You try to pull in a breath. The guilt chews at your stomach. “I, uh, I don’t—“

“Y/n.” Jason cuts you off, not wanting you to spiral. “It's not that, I fucking swear.” Jason squeezes your hips and his brows twitch up with reassurance. He's just not sure if he's ready to reveal that part to you. It makes him feel guilty. He's supposed to be able to share everything with you but the shame eats at him. “I want to.” He clarifies, earning a nod from you. “It’s just…” His eyes go distant for a second before coming back to yours. “Stays on.”

You offer him a large nod and you thought it was odd he turned around before to change. Jason has never been very modest about anything ever. He has worked very hard for his chest and abs and he doesn’t mind showing off a bit, especially in front of you because he’s still a shithead. But, last night he didn’t and sitting here now, you're putting the pieces together while a piece of your heart breaks for him.

“I, uh…I know.” You nod softly, pushing yourself up to sit up fully.

Jason sits on his knees, his knees on either side of your legs.

You can't know.

“What?” Jason’s brows tug together.

“The night Crane kidnapped you, you, uh, you couldn’t get out of your gear so I had to help you.” You offer him a soft shrug. “So, uh…I just want you to know that I already know. It’s completely fine, I get it, but I wanted you to know that I already knew.”

Jason can feel his throat wanting to close and his world feels like it's closing in on him. It feels like a nightmare. He doesn't want you to know. It's embarrassing.

“You saw it?!” Jason’s voice cracks as his cheeks burn a vibrant red as he bites his own tongue to try and hide and his shame.

You nod again. “Yeah. You, uh, you were really high and I figured it would not be something you would want brought up.”

Jason shakes his head looking down. He feels tainted, ruined, a mess of broken and damaged pieces piled on the floor to be discarded and forgotten about. He's not even sure what's worse. The fact you knew and then never said anything or the fact he didn't even get a chance to make peace with it before he told you. He hates it so fucking much and it just makes him feel like the biggest failure there is. What more proof does anyone really need? He failed at being Robin, failed at taking down the Joker, failed at being a good son, failed at being a good boyfriend, he even failed at staying dead. It's just embarrassing and shameful.

You can see the gears in his head working overtime. He's going to spiral and the scar doesn't mean shit to you. Your entire back is riddled with them. Any one of those could have caused massive bleeding and killed you. The way you see it, his scars were better because most of them were just part of the job. He got them putting himself in danger for the greater good.

"I don't care, ya know?" You state with the raise of your brows and all Jason does is shake his head. "I don't fucking care about it, Jay. I know you do. Whatever the fuck you're thinking about it, you're wrong." You rest a hand on his cheek. "You don't have to take your shirt off around me if you don't want to. I get it."

"I fucking hate it." Jason states, taking your hand in his, his fingers delicate over your skin. He uses both hands to rub circles into your palm, massaging the muscles.

"For what it's worth," You let out a breath. "I don't. I don't care and I don't mind. That shit doesn't matter to me, Jay."

"I know." Jason nods his head because he knows you don't. It's something in his own head. It's just really difficult to move on from.

"So, whatever you wanna do, I don't mind." You offer him a tender smile.

Jason lets out a breath. “Thank you.” Jason says back. “Did you know? That Bruce had it done?”

“Yeah.” You pull in a breath, biting back your bitterness for Bruce. “He didn’t say why though I was screaming at him when I found out so he didn’t have much chance, I guess.”

Jason lets out a quiet but sad chuckle because even in death, you will fight tooth and nail for him. “You were screaming at him for it?”

“Well, yeah, I thought it was pointless. I figure it’s just legal reasons, maybe.” You shrug. “But I didn’t wanna hear it then.” You chuckle softly. “So, yeah, I uh, I knew he did and I knew the Pit didn’t take it away.”

It's something he's going to need to find a way to make terms with but at least, you're understanding about it. He wishes he had the opportunity to tell you himself but...he's thinking maybe this was easier. You've known and never batted an eye or said a word about it. Maybe he doesn't have to feel all that shame and embarrassment around you.

“White hair, kept all of my scars, and got the one my chest.” Jason lets out a scoff.

“Least it fixed your face.” You quip back with a cheeky smile in hopes it'll help cheer him up a bit.

You see the flash of something kind and cheeky cross over his face.

Jason drops your hand, leaning in. “What’s wrong with my face, huh?” The corner of his mouth perks into a grin and you always have a way to make him feel better about anything and everything.

Your name might as well be synonymous with catharsis.

“Did you want a list?” You raise with a smirk as you tilt your head to the right.

Jason lets out a laugh. “Fuck you.” Jason shakes his head at you and his eyes go to your lips before traveling back up to your eyes.

“Say please.” You lean in closer to him, brushing your nose against his.

Jason shakes his head, bursting at the seams with a devilish grin. His hand comes up to your cheek before he kisses you, pushing the both of you down to the bed.

“Please.” Jason nearly growls into your mouth.

Jason leans up and tugs his shirt off quickly before coming right back to your lips. Your hands tangle in his hair and give the strands a light tug. You push on his shoulder, signaling for him to roll over. You get on top before you trail down and press kisses to his cheek and then to his neck, leaving your second mark of the night.

The words ‘i love you’ bounce around Jason’s head like a pinball in a pinball machine. He’s so in love with you he thinks he might have lost all of his sanity. He did not know it was possible to feel so strongly for another person but he does. And he wants to live here forever. You make him better and he is so certain of that if not for everything that has happened but the reason that Jason doesn’t want to self-sabotage with you. It’s not worth it. You’ll fight and make up and it’ll have been for nothing. All it would do is hurt the both of you and haven’t you both been hurt enough?

You can feel Jason's hardening bulge beneath you. Without breaking the kiss, you slide your fingers into the waistband of his pants, helping him tug them down. Jason sits up, helping you get the rest of his clothes off before he flips the two of you so you're back on your back. You let out a laugh just as you always did and Jason thinks he'd never grow tired of it.

Your hands are in his hair and he can feel you smiling against his lips despite the haste of your kiss. Jason slides his hand under your back, undoing your bra before he helps you get off. His hand goes right to your right breast, pinching your nipple between his thumb and finger. You moan into his mouth as your head starts to go fuzzy all over again. You squirm under him and a grin comes to Jason's lips.

You snake your hand to his cock, wrapping your fingers around the shaft before you start pumping him slowly. Jason's mouth opens against you as his hips stutter for just a second. You start moving your arm faster and Jason's mouth trails back down to your neck. His teeth graze the skin and you think you'd let him mark every part of your body without ever putting a thought into it.

He sucks a mark into your neck.

And then another.

And another leading down the scar on your shoulder from the bullet wound.

He stops there, switching to a kiss and your stomach twists while your brain starts to turn to goo. He presses kisses back up to your lips and you're squirming under his touch as you can feel yourself growing wetter by the second.

"Condom." You mutter against his lips before removing your hand from his cock, precum leaking from the tip.

Jason wastes no time in reaching for his nightstand to tug out a condom. You're already stripping the rest of your clothes by the time Jason has the package in his hand.

Jason smirks down at you. "Not wasting any time, huh?"

You shrug, almost taunting him as you keep your eyes locked on his, careful not to look down at the scar. "Been a while."

Jason chuckles as heat runs over his neck. "Having withdrawal?"

"I could just do it myself." You quip back.

"Can I watch?" Jason questions and a part of you thinks he's serious.

You roll your eyes. "Maybe next time."

Jason has to clear his throat as his cock twitches with the remark. "Hold you to it." Jason mutters as he finally gets the wrapper open.

"Then I get to watch you."

Jason's eyes flash over to you as his stomach drops and spins. "Whatever you want, princess." Jason finally gets the condom on and you pull him back down to you.

His lips connect with yours, hot and fast at first, hungry as if he hasn't eaten in a month. His cock is lined up with your soaking pussy but the kiss slows and deepens. Jason's hand trails down your right thigh, delicate fingers running over your skin as goosebumps erupt over your body. You run a hand down his shoulder and to his arm, his bicep twitches under your touch.

Jason is warm and sturdy, an unwavering force that you find yourself so intertwined with, you really aren't sure how you've managed to live so much of your life without him. It always feels like he's meant to be around you like someone out there made him just for you and you were made just for him. In some ways, that's scary and feels like a big responsibility, but in others, it's comforting. It's the reassurance that it's just you and him in the end of it all. You'll get there one day. That's how it's supposed to be.

Jason pulls away, resting his forehead against yours before he starts sliding his cock into your aching pussy. The pit in your stomach grows as you start to see stars. Jason's eyes are shut and he's thinking he's left this whole plane of existence. He sinks into you slow and steady until he bottoms out.

His eyes open, locking on yours. Your fingers are lightly running up his arm and the words of 'i love you' almost spill from his lips like an overflowing cup of water. His nose brushes yours and he almost says it. He doesn't want to scare you away with piling too much on you at once. Last night and the scar tonight, he knows you're worried the Titans.

He'll tell you later.

Instead, Jason settles for something with the same meaning.

Your eyes close and the words of 'i love you' almost escape your lips like an easy breath. You brush your nose with his and you almost say it. Jason has been through a lot. You don't want to add to it, not right now. You don't want to add more pressure if he can't say it back yet. You don't want to scare him off.

You'll tell him later.

Instead, you settle for something with the same meaning.

"You and me." Jason whispers to you as he goes to kiss your cheek.

A tender smile pulls at your lips as your heart stutters in your chest. "You and me."

A smile rips through Jason's lips as his heart feels like it's just burst through his ribcage.

Jason pulls out and pushes back in, just as slow this time before he starts picking up the pace. Your mind starts swimming with his quick movements. His mouth is on yours again and you can barely keep up. Your mind is flooded with how full he's making you as your pussy clenches around him.

You try to form words, anything to tell him to keep going but nothing can form quite right, giving Jason the ego boost he doesn't exactly need. He gets the idea and doesn't lighten up. His hand grips your thigh, tugging your leg up near his hip. With the new angle, he's tapping the patch of nerves inside of you. You gasp against him, your nails digging into his back.

"J-Jay." You nearly whine into his mouth and Jason nearly finishes right there with the first word you're able to get out being his name.

"Hmm?" He hums, trying to hold his composure. "Gotta speak up, babe." Jason teases.

"H-harder." You get out.

Jason grins wickedly against your lips, doing as you asked but only for a few thrusts before he stops entirely. "Like that?"

Your eyes shoot open, pupils blow with desperation and lust. "Please."

You don't have to ask again.

Jason thrusts his hips harder and faster than before. You groan louder below him almost immediately. Your pussy is clenching around him more and more and he can tell you're getting close. He slides a hand between you, rubbing tight circles around your clit. You nearly scream with the new sensation.

You grip his hair and pull his neck closer to you just as Jason gets you to reach your high. You let out a mixed whine and moan of his name before you bite down where his shoulder meets his neck, desperately trying not to scream. Tears prick your eyes as your stomach tightens and your whole body shakes and twitches beneath Jason.

It takes everything in him not to lose himself until you're finally finished, panting below him. His hips stall against you as his head hangs in the cook of your neck, his cock twitching as he shoots his load into the condom.

Jason leans up, chest heaving and he places a kiss to your cheek and then your forehead before he rolls off of you to dispose of the condom in his bathroom.

You sit up, wrapping the blanket around you with your chest still heaving and you give Jason a tender smile as he walks back towards the bed. He grabs his clothes as you watch him and you're getting your first full view of the scar. It doesn't bother you but you understand why it bothers him. Seeing it in full, it's a harsh scar, not something that looks like it'll even fade. You think if it were you, it'd bother you, too.

Jason makes his way back to the bed, plopping back down before he leans against the pillow. His eyes are still lustblown as he gives you a soft and tired smile, and you think his eyes are filled with something you became so accustomed to. Your hand goes to his hair, brushing the white streaks away from his face. Jason’s hand grabs your hand before bringing your palm to his lips and he presses tender kisses over your hand.

“For the record,” You start as Jsaon places your hand back down. “I don’t care what scars you come home with.” You say so easily and your word choice doesn’t go unnoticed by Jason. “I know you do but I don’t…” You pause, chewing the inside of your cheek. “Just as long as you come home.” You nod a few times as your brows pinch together.

Jason sits up, his face coming just a few inches from yours. “I’m sorry I didn’t.” His voice is rough and this is a different apology than the one you got on the roof. The one you got at his safe house. There are no stakes in the apology.

“It’s not your fault.” You place a hand on his cheek and Jason leans into it. "I forgive you anyway, though."

He still wonders how you were ever able to bear it. Despite his general feeling of self-doubt and self-loathing, he knows your feelings have always been very real for him. You didn’t cope, that he knows for certain and he’s not entirely sure if you ever will. It’s something you have to make peace with just as much as he does. And he thinks about how maybe that’s an important part of you both moving forward. You forgive him for some reason but Jason doesn’t think you've accepted it yet. A part of him has, it happened to him and he’s alive. He went through it. One second, your world is moving at a steady pace and the next it’s halted, suddenly stopped with no warning and then it’s thrown in the other direction. It sounds more like whiplash. So, Jason wonders if you’ll ever hit the acceptance stage. He wonders how you were ever able to bear any of it. He knows for certain if it were him, he’d never be able to.

Your eyes are soft and tired and there’s the tiniest, adoring smile on your lips. A look Jason is privileged enough to be the only one to receive. And he thinks about he’d never be able to bear the loss of you. It rips him to shreds. It would take all of the remaining good parts of him and shatter them. He’d never recover if something happened to you. Even if it's beyond his control. It’s terrifying feeling that way about another person.

Jason nods against you before he presses a kiss to the palm of your hand. “Yeah…” He lets out a breath. “Thanks for sticking around.”

“Thanks for letting me.” You smile softly. "You and me?"

Jason offers the same smile back. "You and me." Jason confirms. “You still gonna talk to Leslie?” Jason asks as you pull your hand away.

You nod softly. “Yeah. If she has anything open.”

Jason gives you a soft smile. “Good.” He nods softly. He sits back up all the way, looking to his doorway. “Gonna grab your clothes.” Jason chuckles softly, tossing his shirt over his head before he gets up.

You watch Jason disappear through the doorway and you're quick to grab his pillow, checking to see if he’s replaced the knife with a gun. Your chest warms with the sight of your blue switchblade still locked and lying under his pillow. It’s a relief he hasn’t put the gun back. Your thoughts are jolted as fabric hits your face.

“Hey!” You yell through a laugh, your clothes falling into your lap.

“Fucking nosey ass.” Jason nods his head at you, making his way back to the bed with his hoodie in hand.

“You’re an interesting person to be nosey about.” You shrug as you get the blanket off of your shoulders. You can feel the tiredness weighing on your bones and you know if you don't head home soon, you'll end up staying here. As much as you really want to, you do not want to overstay your welcome. “Well,” You sigh as you tug your shirt over your head. “I should probably head home.” You laugh softly, seeing the orange light of sunrise seeping through Jason’s window.

“Guess so.” Jason nearly pouts at the thought. He never wants you to leave but he doesn't want you to feel obligated to always stay just because you're here late. You'll be back here later anyway. “Still gonna help me today?” Jason’s eyes are hopeful and big.

“Of course.” You laugh softly, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. “I’ll just sleep for a few hours and how about we like one?” You ask. “We’ll both be out of it if we don’t get some sleep.”

“Yeah, yeah, alright.” Jason says in agreement. “Want an escort home?” He asks but you can tell by the way he raises of his brows and the way he's already moving to get up, it's not really an offer. He's going to do it anyway.

“Thank you.” You stand up, putting the rest of your clothes on. "Just get some sleep when you get back, okay?"

Jason nods with a grin. "Of course. Gotta be well-rested hanging out with you."

"I can not help you." You quip as you grab your bag.

"Sorry." Jason lets out a chuckle.

"Let's just go." Your eyes widen at him to tease him before Jason gestures towards the door for you to lead the way.

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the-fiction-witch · 1 year ago

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No Girls?

Media The Maze Runner : Death Cure

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Smutty / Flirty

Concept A Glade with No Girls

Smut: Sexy Discussions / Sexual Language / Semi Nudity

I sat watching the ocean shift and change with each of its little waves, the ship to the side being worked on relentlessly by anyone with enough skill to do so. I sat repairing various clothes and tent flaps that had been dropped off to me a skill I'd always used and honestly enjoyed something about sitting down with a needle and some thread was so very calming indeed. But I wasn't alone I had newt beside me one of the group A boys who had gotten cosy with Vince I got along with most of them but newt especially we had a comfort with each other I suppose he had a day off from his usual work welding and cutting metal work on the ship a task Vince trained him in as his steady hand was well suited for it. But today he was resting his ankle up sitting with me as I worked.

"Why didn't you try a big ladder?'

"We did. Couldn't build one big enough."

"What about like scaffolding?'

"Y/n I don't know how else to explain this to you the walls were too big to do that."

"Did you try a big stick?" I asked and he glared at me "do like a pole vault"

"Your really just not getting how big these walls are"

"No if it's a wall it can be scaled."

"Okay so if you could get to the top then what?"

"Walk along the top."

"That doesn't connect. And moves every night"

"Fine. Still sounds dull"

"Says the girl who lived in a shopping centre with a bunch of cranks for two years"

"I wore stylish pre apocalypse fashion, ate so many fancy candies and slept on a whole bed of teddy bears. My life was awesome"

"Sure sounds like it" he laughed

"So how many girls again?'

"One"

"Ooohh bet you boys fought over her. Or what she just one of those free love types who'd let all of you straight boys at her"

"No, she was only in the glade a week so"

"How long were you in there?'

"Three years"

"And you had one girl for a week?'

"Yeah'

"I'm surprised she got out the box without being drowned"

"...by what?"

"A river of goo"

He glared at me again "we didn't all immediately jizz ourselves when we saw a girl"

"Really? Cause I think sixty boys in a large maze together for three years would be pretty hyped for a girl. Except the gay guys they probably didn't care all that much. Bisexuals hyped over threewaY possibilities. Asexuals wouldn't really care either" I explained

"I mean Thomas may have jizzed himself but that's because she's his girlfriend"

"Ohh. But you really spent three years with nothing but big smelly boys?"

"Yeah, and it wasn't that bad we had showers"

"Yeah I know what boys are like you showered once in a month if your lucky"

"...true." he sighed

"Didn't you have buckets too?'

"Yeah for klunk"

"Did you have laundry?'

'not really. Just brush it off if it gets dirt on it"

"Ugggh I get why the one girl lasted a week she probably couldn't stand the smell, sweaty smell unwashed teenage boys who don't wash their laundry and have shit buckets, all allowed to fester and go all sour"

"Okay now you say it… we probably were disgusting"

"You shower more now right?"

"Every other day, I would everyday but the showers aren't that private…"

"Awwww you shy newt?" I giggled

"Shy? Don't want people seeing my dick? Whatever you wanna call it"

"But really no girls?"

"No girls."

"Awwww poor newtie spent all the formative teen time without anything to imagine"

"I can imagine. I have an imagination"

"But you spent all that time without comparison. From when you where a tiny baby boy to now big strong boy" I smiled leaning on his shoulder

"It wasn't that bad"

"What did you use to do? At night?"

"Sleep?"

"Newt, you were trapped in their from what 13 onwards. Your really going to try and tell me you didn't.. you know after lights out"

"Did you?'

"Constantly I was bored. It helps me sleep"

"Do you… still?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Just… curious" he blushed "no, I uhh never really had time, or the privacy"

"Awwwwww poor newtie." I giggled hugging him tightly and immediately I noticed "hi"

"Hi"

"Be careful with that I only just repaired those pants newt" I warned him going back to my sewing as he turned bright red "newt?'

'yes?"

"You ever seen boobs?"

"... How much boob?"

"How much have you seen?"

"I saw Teresa's in her shirt… and also a little down her shirt"

"Dirty boy"

"She was laying down it wasn't intentional!"

"That it?"

"That's it"

"You ever touched a boob?"

"Nope"

"You ever seen ass?"

"I mean I've seen Minho. And fry. Infact most boys"

"I meant girls"

"No."

"Ever seen a? Lady area?"

"No,"

"... would you want to?" I asked

He went bright red stuttering a lot barely able to make eye contact with me "I mean uhhh well I uhh I guess I uhh what I mean is uhh kinda"

I chuckled and finished my last few stitches throwing my finished work in the basket "you're sweet newt" I smiled moving to stand In Front of him and I lifted my shirt long enough for him to look before dropping it back down and giving his cheek a kiss even if he was basically frozen with his eyes wide in place "see you later" I laughed taking my basket and headed back to camp

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mikerickson · 2 months ago

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I worked as a poll worker for the first time yesterday

After the primaries in the summer, our County recognized that they had a poll worker shortage leading into the election this year and started putting out advertisements to bring new people in. I realized that I didn't know literally a single person in my life that had been a poll worker before and that it was something I had always taken for granted. With this looming shortage however, I decided to step up and do my civic duty because why not? After a three hour in-person training session and a two hour online training session, I was ready to go.

More under the cut because honestly some of these interactions with voters are kinda depressing:

I had only signed up to do a half-day shift from 5:15 AM to 1:00 PM because I figured I'd be wiped out and exhausted if I did a whole day. Well turns out that my replacement who was supposed to take up the evening shift never showed up, so I ended up staying. I got to the polling location (a local high school) at 5:00 AM and left at 9:30 PM, effectively working a 16.5 hour day with only a 1 hour lunch break. I'll get a $300 check in two weeks, which, hey, beats jury duty!

By law our polling center was supposed to open to the public at 6:00 AM sharp, but we were scrambling and not ready yet when the vote-before-work crowd started banging on the door. Very stressful start to the morning and we immediately had a big line that didn't dwindle down until about 7:30 AM. I unironically wish I had gotten there even earlier.

Our polling location had four districts, and each district had four workers (two to man the check-in table, one to operate the voting booths and ballot scanners, and one to float/rotate out every so often). I was paired with a man and a woman both in their seventies and a woman maybe in her mid forties, but they were all clearly uncomfortable with technology. Two of the other districts were also staffed by old people who just gave up at the first sign of a problem with a touch screen or a printer jam. I'm talking just a complete lack of problem-solving capabilities. I ended up running triple duty checking people in, making sure voters were set up in their booths properly, and doing on-the-fly tech support and troubleshooting. It felt rewarding multitasking and hearing, "get Mike over here, he'll fix it" over and over, but I kinda wish I didn't have to?

We only had two voters make a scene over the course of the entire day. During the morning rush right after opening a woman raised her voice asking why there was a line and stressing out that she had to leave to go to work soon (she stuck it out in line and then bolted out of there). Later around lunch time a guy at one of the other districts' tables shouted something like, "oh, so my dad can vote here but I can't?" He stormed out in a pissy mood shortly after, but I never got the full story of what was going on there.

I had one man who had recently moved and hadn't updated his registration with the board of elections, so his address didn't match what was on file. I explained that he could still vote if he did a provisional ballot, which is basically like a mail-in ballot that you put in a special envelope and leave at the polling station instead of taking it to a drop-off box. Apparently that was a step too far and he just said, "forget it..." and left. Seemed odd to me that he 1) physically drove to a voting location to vote and 2) waited in line to sign in, but that filling out a single sheet of paper was no longer worth it.

Once we were fully set up and getting into the flow of things most of the delays and reasons for lines were the voters taking too long inside the booths. It was basically a giant touchscreen monitor to select your choices, then you review everything one last time before printing a physical ballot. I had multiple people enter the booth and then wait about five minutes before calling for help saying they didn't know what to do. Also the second page/backside of the ballot was for the local Board of Education candidates, and this was really tripping up a lot of people. Also a staggering amount of people just did not see the giant "NEXT" arrow at the bottom right hand side of the screen. Poll workers are not allowed to enter the booth with them, so I had to do a lot of blind troubleshooting from the other side of the curtain.

Lots of men coming in with their wives and girlfriends and just waiting by the wall while the women voted but they didn't.

There was a smattering of young people, but not many. I did have to turn one girl away who recently turned 18 because New Jersey is not a same-day voter registration state. She was visibly bummed out and I felt bad about that.

Our oldest voter of the day was this ancient Polish woman who didn't speak a lick of English. Her daughter, who must've been in her eighties herself, had to sign a special permission slip to enter the booth with her mother to help. They were in there for a good 15 minutes, but luckily this was during a calm period of the day.

In terms of voter attire, we only had two Harris shirts and one Harris/Walz hat we had to ask people to cover up because that's not allowed within 100 feet of the polling station. Lots of Puerto Rico flags, and one guy had this obnoxious shirt of a coquí painted like the flag that I loved. Also had one man come in wearing a very sharp suit with the loudest red tie I've ever seen in my life who proudly shouted, "Let's make voting great again!" as he left after he finished.

One older Hispanic lady (I think she was Puerto Rican) had very broken English and had to do a provisional ballot for some reason. She was so worried she was going to do it wrong, but I walked her through it with my very broken Spanish and after about 20 minutes she was good to go. She was extremely thankful and gave me a hug.

I had one woman, maybe in her mid-forties, call me over to help when she was inside the booth. She asked, "why are there so many names?" I asked what she meant, and she started listing the down-ballot candidates in the other rows below President and Vice President. She said, "what is 'Senate'? What does that mean?" I explained to her that there were other contests to vote for, and after a telling pause she responded, "...okay..." Not entirely sure I got through to her.

One woman took her very young daughter into the booth with her and a few minutes later called me over. Her screen displayed a "USB device disconnected" error. I looked down and saw that the printer had been turned off. I asked how that happened and the little girl started laughing. Her mother was mortified, but I got them sorted out.

We had one teenager who we had to help insert her ballot into the scanner because her hands were shaking so violently. It was her first time voting and she was extremely nervous. I hope she's doing okay today.

Towards the end of the night this contractor with filthy hands comes in and he's clearly exhausted but wanted to vote anyway. We were shooting the breeze while he signed his voting authority and I said, "I bet I got you beat though, I woke up at 4:30 this morning." He looks up at me and deadpans, "I've been up since 3:30." I yielded and he laughed with me.

Our second-to-last voter of the day was some early-twenties guy who moseyed on in at 7:55 PM (polls legally close at 8:00 PM sharp) and said, "I heard this was going on today." Somehow he was registered and was able to get in and out in no time, but that was just such a casual remark to make that it floored me.

Our absolute last voter of the day was a woman who was on her cellphone the entire time trying to coax her husband - who was in his own car about two blocks away from the sounds of it - to hurry on over before we closed. I could hear him hemming and hawing over it, making some excuse. He didn't make it.

Closing the polls was equally as confusing and stressful as opening them was because there are a lot of very detailed ballot reports to print and specific zip ties with specific barcodes and serial numbers to close up the machines. We were missing a certain lock for the ballot bag that we was preventing all sixteen of us from leaving (no one can leave until all districts at the polling location are ready). Eventually I (because of course it was me) found it in a trash can; someone had thrown it out for some reason but no one owned up to doing it.

As we were leaving and all saying goodbye, some of the other poll workers joked, "see you guys in four years!" I pointed out that there are elections every year, and that in fact New Jersey has a gubernatorial election next year, and some of them basically said, "I didn't know that."

Overall a stressful but memorable day. Today I was talking to some co-workers that voted at different locations within my County (so using the same equipment I was trained on), and they were telling me stories of waiting between 45 minutes to two and a half hours at most. My location never got a line that bad, which maybe had to do with the location I got assigned, but it's also just as possible that me and one other guy around my age (shout out to Giovanni working District 27!) held our shit down and prevented that from happening.

It was a very long day that wiped me out. In a vacuum I don't know that I would want to do it again, but after seeing the incompetence of the standard ilk of poll workers and learning what was happening at other locations, I really feel like I need to. I'd rather these things be run by people like me than not.

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thinkingaboutbetterdays · 6 months ago

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kindred spirits. ( zack addy x reader )

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The psychiatric west wing was a chaotic place to be tossed into. The dysfunction surrounding him was overwhelming. Zack had no sense of routine for a long time in the adversarial asylum. The pain in his hands was loosely relieved with medication that he kept a close eye on. His arms were left bruised from the forceful nature with which the doctors or nurses administered the medication. Haloperidol was administered to keep him calm to avoid outbursts of aggression that he was never prone to, but after observing some of the other patients it appeared to be a drug given to everyone as a precaution.

Zack spent most of his first week in the new wing in his room, wanting to drown out the shouting with books Hodgins had given him, but on his eighth day he was ushered into what the bold lettering above the doorway spelled out the day room. Due to the high volume of patients, there were three, and Zack was shown all of them to decide which one he wanted to be in. Room number two was quieter, more promising so he agreed to stay there and the doctor informed him that he would check on him later, but Zack knew it was less to do with his wellbeing and more to do with ensuring he was still there.

A round white table was empty on the right side of the window and Zack made a beeline for the chair, narrowly avoiding colliding with a woman who was looking around as if she had gotten lost in a train station, tugging on her hair so hard that some strands snapped. His back faced the room and as he opened his book he tried to drown out the noise as he turned to the page he had left off. A short while later, he estimated seventeen minutes, he grew aware of someone's stare and resisted the urge to turn around and shifted in his seat, his eyes scanning the page instead of absorbing the information.

The book was taken from his hands and he lifted his head, watching as you took a seat across the table, sitting in the corner with a clear view of every aspect of the room.

"Ooh, Advanced Topics in Forensic DNA Typing Methodology."

"Give it back."

You flashed a smirk as your eyes scanned the cover, raising an eyebrow, "What are you? A murderer looking to mask his crimes or something?"

"Or something." Zack reached for the book and your smirk widened as you leaned back in your seat.

"You're a cop."

"Scientist."

"Ooh," You rested your arms on the table, "do you blow stuff up?"

"Sometimes." He admitted, moving his glove-covered hands below the table, and action that was subconscious and did not go unnoticed. You studied him for a moment before handing him the book and looked at his hands, seeing the burn marks peeking out from beneath his gloves. Two patients had started arguing about a chess piece and you knew it had been removed after someone had used the King to stab another patient in the thigh after losing a round.

You opened your mouth to speak when they grew louder until one bumped into the table, knocking the book out of Zack's hands. He turned to Zack and glared at the scientist who moved away slightly.

"Do we have a problem?" The patient shouted.

"No problem."

"Yes, we do." You replied, earning a stunned look from Zack and an incredulous look from the other patient. "You made him drop his book."

"So?"

"Pick it up."

"I can get it if you just step aside a little -" Zack anxiously glanced between you and the towering male.

"Make me."

"Oh, I'll make you." You stood up, but before he could grab you, you twisted his arm, holding the back of his neck, forcing him to kneel and he shakily picked up the book. "Now set it down." When the patient set it down you gave another order, "Say sorry."

"I'm sorry,"

You shoved the man away and occupied the seat across from Zack with a smile, not caring to comment on the way he glanced at you and the patient who swiftly put distance between you. "So what is the book about?"

Zack didn't respond immediately, still processing how quickly you shifted from hostile to friendly, but your smile didn't falter for a second, patiently waiting for his answer. "DNA Typing Methodology."

"Which is...blowing someone's capillaries open?"

"No." Zack began to list the topics covered in the book and seeing you were trying to understand, but not grasping the meaning or how important it was, he stayed at the table and listed the reasons why it was important and why each topic was considered advanced, even using the book to demonstrate. You smiled softly at the scientist while he closed the book and Zack turned around before looking back when he saw no one was behind him and your smile was directed at him. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I only have a thirty percent understanding of everything you just said, but you explained it to me. I enjoy talking to you."

When his name was called by a doctor, Zack stood up and picked up the book, walking a few paces before turning to you, unable to fend off his curiosity. "What's your name?"

"Y/N."

Zack expected to see you every day thereafter, however he learned that your altercation with another patient landed you isolated time in your room for a week. So he returned to the table, finding, that while he was first wary of your intentions, he missed discussing scientific matters, and no one else was bothered or interested like you were. So when you returned, he was surprised to see you at the table playing solitaire.

You looked up when he walked over and sent him a smile. "Morning."

"It's two in the afternoon."

"Oh. Well, it's bound to be morning somewhere."

"Can I?" He motioned to the empty chair across from you.

You sighed, "I'm sorry but Walden is here and he doesn't like guests." You appeared apologetic and for a moment Zack was concerned you did believe someone was sitting there, relaxing only when he saw the way your lips twitched in amusement. "I'm kidding!" You laughed. "Sit! I'll make some room." You gestured to your cards and Zack shook his head, taking a seat across from you.

"You have three of spades."

You added it to the pile and thanked him. "You've got a sharp eye."

"I prefer to see every viewpoint in an analysis."

"So...are you psychic or super smart?"

"I don't believe in psychics."

"So super smart. Got it."

"After Tuesday, they got overexcited putting me back in my room."

Zack opened his book and you returned to playing solitaire with a deck of cards, falling into a sense of contentment despite the patients yelling at the television. Zack looked over at you, noticing you were quieter today, his gaze falling to your arm where a bruise had formed, fingerprints visible. Sensing his stare, you answered his silent question, not lifting your eyes from the cards.

"I'm sorry."

"Why? It wasn't your fault."

"Why did you grab him like that?" Zack asked.

With a nonchalant shrug, you replied, "He wasn't nice to you. I don't like people who aren't nice to my friends."

"We met a week ago, for an hour," Zack stated.

"So? I know everything I need to know about you Doctor Zachary Uriah Addy." You lifted your head once all the cards were organized, flashing a grin. "Would you like to hear what I gathered so far?" Zack was silent and you decided to list everything you learned. "You work - sorry worked - at the Jeffersonian with Temperance Brennan, Jack Hodgins, Angela Montenegro, Seeley Booth, and Camille Saroyan. Forensic Anthropology is only one field that you study, Engineering is the second. Your IQ is well over 163. And you killed a man. Allegedly."

"Why did you say allegedly like that?"

"No reason." You nodded to his book, "Can you tell me more about Anthropology? Have you always wanted to get a doctorate? Ooh -"

"Do you want me to answer these?" He asked.

You nodded. "I have a list of questions I wrote." You took out a piece of paper and held it out to Zack who was surprised by the amount of questions. Ranging from his favorite color to his former colleagues.

"How did you find out so much about me?" He asked tentatively.

You shrugged. "I know people who are good with computers, and since I don't have anyone else to call, I thought I'd ask about you. You're different than everyone else in here. I like that."

Zack looked at the list of questions but before he could answer you handed him a pencil.

"So I don't forget."

With a nod, he quietly responded to the questions and you smiled softly as you watched him ponder his answers, taking the quiz seriously. Your break ended before he was done and you sighed when your name was called along with two others. "But I haven't finished the -" Zack turned, picking up the paper from the table.

"Keep it!" You called over your shoulder before leaving the room.

Zack noticed the stares aimed his way and returned to the quiz, drowning them out. A few minutes later he realized how quiet it was without you, how the hour seemed longer, and as he looked at the patients arguing over a chair before being escorted out, he assessed that while you had proven your strength and likely fatal ability, you were intelligent. However the 'friend' researching his past did unnerve him, but rather than worry for his safety, he worried about the safety of his friends.

Another week passed and Zack learned on the third day that you had argued with another patient, resulting in a time-out. He finished his book and had a visit from Jack who provided a riddle he solved easily. The distance forced him to admit he was intrigued by you.

When you entered the cafeteria, Zack was in line when you joined a few people behind him. You chose two sandwiches instead of taking fruit and when Zack took a seat, he was joined by a towering male who took his sandwich. You joined him when the man left and held out the sandwiches you brought for him, the same ones he had chosen.

"Thank you."

"You should kick his ass." You suggested. "Or I could -"

"No!" Zack stood up when you moved to stand and you both sat down across from each other. "I heard you were caught fighting."

"It was self-defense." You shrugged. "She wanted my stuff and tried to take it, so I kicked her ass."

"You know, if you quit fighting people, you wouldn't be confined to your room," Zack explained.

"They'd do it anyway. Hasn't stopped them before."

Your tone was nonchalant although your gaze was heavy as you prodded your sandwich with your finger before setting it aside.

"Why?" He asked.

"I'm not...good people." You grimaced at your word choice before gesturing to him. "You, you are good people. Me? I've been here for two years next month. Very bad."

"What did you do?" He enquired.

You shook your head, "Not today, okay?" You sighed. "I like talking to you and once you find out, you won't want to talk to me."

Zack merely nodded, trusting that you would tell him why you ended up here and continued with his lunch. For the rest of the week, you kept out of trouble, and Zack quickly found that you liked riddles and wrote some down for you to solve. You would work quietly while he reread his book and it was almost peaceful, enough to drown out everyone else.

A routine formed after that day and it brought Zack some comfort to form something familiar. You stayed out of trouble and still got locked away for days on end. Zack walked by your room on the way to his every evening and would slip a riddle beneath your door. When you were let out you would show him and stop him from putting the papers in the trash. He found out later that you kept them in a shoebox with other keepsakes. Every day, when you weren't locked away, you sat together at the same table by the window. You would quiz him on his book and when Jack brought more, you repeated the cycle. Zack would discuss interesting points made in his books and you would smile as you played with a deck of cards, sometimes stacking them, other times playing solitaire. By the end of his first month, he was surprised by how much you were listening and appreciated the interest you took.

During his second month, he recognized the patterns that formed in your day-to-day life. You would return with bruises on your knuckles and arms sometimes, and others with broken ribs. Zack stood up when he saw you enter with a bruised cheek and you shook your head when he asked what happened.

"I don't want to talk about it."

On days like this Zack filled the suffocating silence with random facts he knew, or learned from his books. He was told many times that he lacked emotional intelligence, and that's why he spouted random facts to try and distance himself from emotions. Your expression did not reveal whether you were listening or not, but Zack knew that you were. The first days out of a lock-in were tense. The slightest thing could set you off and Zack had seen more than once you ended bickering, and physical fighting and defended another patient from another who tried to intimidate them. You were a protective figure and Zack learned he wasn't the only one smuggling you things during lock-ins. One woman gave you a specific candy bar each time during check-in when everyone stood outside and they were accounted for. The woman had the room beside yours and easily slipped the candy into your hand when you stood next to each other during routine head counts.

By his fourth month, Zack could see clearly. The bruises weren't from fighting patients, not always at least, and it was the staff at the hospital when they got you alone. It wasn't until he was swapped with the woman, who he later learned was called Kathy after she had been caught giving you candy, that he realized this. And after the first night, Zack felt like he had forgotten how to interact with you when you stood side by side for a morning head count.

That night he waited long after the lights were out and the feeling that you would reach out to him was proven correct when he heard a light tap on the wall.

"It's a long story."

"I've got plenty of time."

As Zack listened to your past, he was both fascinated and horrified, but his trust only grew as while not great at reading people, you were an open book then, and you were anxious about telling him everything. You finished your story in the early hours of the morning and Zach realized he had been quiet for a while when you spoke. "I understand if you don't want to talk anymore." You waited a few seconds before adding, "Are you asleep?"

"I'm awake."

You sighed, resting your head against the wall, and closing your eyes. You were exhausted after unloading your history but when Zach began to talk about his siblings, his co-workers, and Gormogon, you were wide awake, memorizing every detail. Having a great memory was a blessing and sometimes a curse.

"I'm an assassin." You giggled, hugging your legs to your chest, sitting with your body leaning against the wall. "You are outnumbered by hundreds."

"Former assassin." He corrected. "In the time that you have been here, you haven't killed anyone. Have you?"

"No."

"Therefore it's similar to a retirement."

"Hardly. Once I'm back out there it'll be like I never left...and I-I prefer it in here. Especially with you." You rested your left temple on the cold wall.

Zack rested his right temple on the wall and while he didn't say it aloud, he felt it. Being here, when you were around, was marginally more bearable than the days he was forced to spend without you.

You had been given time outside on the grounds, surrounded of course in case someone tried to make a break for the wall, but it was easy to pretend you and Zack were alone, walking side by side. "Like someone is stupid enough to run away."

"Perhaps not right now, but it is possible to break out." He admitted casually, and you raised an eyebrow at him.

"Dude, lower your voice unless you want to get locked in." You giggled, grabbing his arm gently, and leaning into him.

"It is possible that -" You both stopped walking when a middle-aged woman sprinted away from the group and orderly's chased after her, others barking at the group to stand still.

"Oh look I was wrong." You turned your head, following the woman as she ran, only to be tackled onto the ground. "And she's down."

Zack looked down at you, his lips twitching in amusement at your commentary. He used his arm to gain your attention but didn't pull it away from your grasp. You walked inside the hospital together and as you stood side by side waiting to go into your rooms you looked at the scientist. "See you on the other side, babe." You spoke with a Jersey accent and Zack shook his head, an eyebrow raised in question as a chuckle left his lips.

"Y/N...are you there?"

You were stunned when Zack escaped the hospital. But also heartbroken. He was gone for a short time however and when he was brought back by an FBI agent you knew he had to be Seeley Booth, and you realized where he had gone. You looked at the ceiling of your room, hearing Zack being brought back to his room next to yours. A few minutes later you heard a knock on the wall.

You turn away from the wall, and after trying one more time Zack gives up. You closed your eyes as you ignored the ache in your side. You had handled worse but piled on top of feeling abandoned by Zack when he left, it hurt so much more.

You are in lock-in for almost two weeks and Zack still tried every night to talk to you, resuming his routine of slipping riddles under your door. At first, you were determined to ignore them but it was quickly tossed aside and you solved the riddles. Two weeks go by until he sees you again in the lunch room and he hesitates, unsure how you would react, before joining you.

You don't acknowledge his presence and he debates whether to ask why.

"Are you angry at me?"

"Should I be?"

Zack considers the question before shrugging. "You were gone for two weeks."

"I was ill." You lied, and he saw through it. You didn't look up from the label you were trying to peel off perfectly.

"I'm sorry."

When you didn't speak Zach decided that you weren't in a talkative mood and ate his lunch while you peeled off all the labels, leaving the food untouched. He was in the day room when Kathy approached him, bumping shoulders on her way to a table. Zack looked back at her in confusion, seeing the glare sent his way. He took his usual seat at the table and waited for you to arrive, beginning the new book Hodgins had given him.

He was on page two when three people approached his table and Zack realized you still hadn't shown up. "We don't like you."

"Why?"

"You hurt Y/N." One of them answered before knocking his book out of his hands. Zack watched them go as he slowly picked up the book, sighing when he saw a page was folded in the fall.

He was walking to his room when he saw Kathy and decided to confront the middle-aged woman when she continued to glare at him. "Where is Y/N?"

"Sulking I imagine." She replied.

"Why?"

"Because of the bruises and because you ran off."

"What bruises?"

"The bruises because you ran off." She stated like it was obvious and Zack frowned when she walked away.

When he entered his room, the door closed soon after and he took a seat on his bed, looking at the white wall across from him. He knocked on the wall connecting your rooms and when you didn't respond he sighed and looked down at his book.

He was reading page thirteen when he heard it. He lifted his head, believing he had been hearing things when he heard the sound again. He leaned against the wall and frowned when he heard the sound of crying coming from your room. He knocked on the wall, "Y/N?" He knocked again when you didn't reply, "Y/N?" He tried again, "Are you okay?"

When you didn't answer Zach sighed, slouching on the bed. He rested his head on the wall and closed his eyes when he could still hear the cries.

Three days passed without seeing you or hearing from you through the wall. Noticing Zack was distracted, Hodgins asked what was wrong and Zack pitched his dilemma about you. He was never great with emotions, facts were his preference and his specialty. So to give him the full scope, Zack briefly mentioned your past and Hodgins shook his head immediately when he was finished.

"Uh-uh. You do not want to get caught up in this. Just keep your head down and stay out of it."

Zack noticed he was not giving his full opinion. "If she wasn't in here, what would you say?"

"I'd say she was pretty bummed that you left." Hodgins could see the cogs turning in his brain and sighed, knowing Zack would not take his advice when it came to avoiding you. "Abandonment. If you became close then to have you run off suddenly, yeah, she'd feel pretty abandoned."

Zack thanked him for his advice.

"She is an assassin," Hodgins whispered. "In here, Booth can't watch out for you. Trust me, you do not want to get caught up in something like that."

When Zack returned to his room half an hour later, he knocked on the wall and you turned beneath the duvet, hearing another tap several seconds later. "I'm sorry." His voice broke through the wall. "When I realized I could help, I didn't think it through. I just knew I needed to get to the Jeffersonian. I didn't mean to hurt you."

You closed your eyes, hearing him sigh and just before he could give up completely, you spoke, "Did you get him?"

Zack smiled behind the wall and you listened as he explained what happened from the moment he left to his return. You smiled softly when you heard the excitement in his voice. You knew he would go back there, and you knew that your friendship was only temporary. He would leave again soon and you would be alone. You were getting used to it before he came along, and while a part of you deep down wanted to plot a way to keep him in the hospital longer you knew you couldn't hurt him like that. He belonged out there. He had an important job to do. A team and dozens of friends waiting for his return. So you decided to enjoy it while it lasted.

You walked out of your rooms at the same time and Zack saw the bruise around your lip and left temple. His frown was instantaneous and you would've playfully rolled your eyes if it wasn't painful. "I'm fine. I've had worse."

From what you told him about your past, Zack wouldn't be surprised if that was true. You walked together to the day room and began your usual routine. Zack read while you played with a deck of cards. He would speak up now and then about something he found interesting, and you hummed and said, "I should really get you to help with crossword puzzles."

During Sweet's latest visit, Zack asked him to send a book filled with crossword puzzles and the psychiatrist didn't have to ask to know if it had something to do with the mysterious woman Hodgins had mentioned, and after asking Zack began to discuss you frequently with Lance who was intrigued by the relationship that had formed between you and delivered the book to Zack a few days later. When he received the book, you began to work on the puzzles, asking Zack when you got stuck, and the anthropologist would glance up at you now and then his lips would twitch as he watched you try to figure it out. Your life before was isolated and when it came to pop culture references, Zack sifted through everything Hodgins or Angela had told him over the years. Together you never left a puzzle unfinished.

"Zack, what was that thing you did before joining the land of psychos?"

He raised an eyebrow as he lifted his gaze from his book. "Forensic anthropology."

"And who invented it?"

"Clyde Snow."

"Snow." You were writing the last letter when a patient approached your table and you raised an eyebrow when he gestured to the crossword book. Zack knew you didn't like interruptions. In a facility housing thousands, you only liked two people, himself and Kathy who you rarely saw after she moved to another wing. Your smile was forced, your voice sickly sweet as you asked, "How may I help you on this fine day?"

"I want it."

"Aw, that sucks 'cause it's mine and you can't have it. Germs and all." Your smile dropped, as did your tone, and you shot to your feet when the man snatched the book. "Hey!"

Sensing the brawl about to break out, Zack stood up and held you back, turning his head when he heard the patient ripping the book.

"Now, no one gets it!"

You tried to get past Zack who held you back. "Let me go!"

"No, you'll get confined to your room again. I'll get another one."

"I want that one!"

Zack shook his head and you took a deep breath, holding your hands up in surrender. Zack released you and you turned, raising an eyebrow. "What?" He asked. "I'm stronger than I look."

Zack struggled to catch you when you ducked under his arms and turned, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you away from the male patient who walked to two people playing checkers and knocked the board off their table. You stopped struggling, realizing it was futile.

"Who is going to miss him?"

"You do realize that I have nothing to keep me occupied for the next twenty minutes and I will spend it torturing you, don't you?"

Zack mirrored your expression, raising an eyebrow. "Are you suggesting you have been pleasant until now?"

"Yes."

Zack sighed. "Very well."

You sat at the table and Zack picked up his book, trying to focus when he saw you drawing on your arm with the pen you had stolen from a nurse. You drew squares and wrote D E A D in the gaps before drawing a hanged man underneath it. He set his book down and sent you an exasperated look.

"Really?"

"You wouldn't let me do it. You want to stop my dreams too?" You lifted your eyes from your artwork, sending him a smirk.

Zack shook his head, feeling his lips twitch upwards as he picked up his book and for a few minutes he managed to finish the chapter he was reading when you took his hand. He began to pull away, worried you were going to remove the glove but you drew on his exposed forearm and Zack was amused by the skull-wearing sunglasses. You sent him a toothy grin and quickly hid the pen when your names were called with two others. Zack didn't register your hand holding his until you were walking out of the room together, heading down the winding hallway to your rooms. He glanced at your hands before looking at you but you were admiring the hanged man on your arm, and Zack was torn between feeling repulsed at the scars on his hands, wanting to pull away, and wanting to hold your hand tighter. And he realized then how much you were starting to mean to him.

"We should get tattoos." You announced the next day, joining him for lunch.

Zack paused as he took a bite of the apple, and tilted his head, his brows furrowing as he tried to figure out when you got inspired to get permanent ink. "Tattoos?"

You nodded, eyeing your sandwich before opening a sealed bag and eating the carrot slices. "I saw a guy on the North Wing with a whole upper body covered in tattoos. And I was thinking 'Hey wouldn't it be cool if I got a skull tattoo on my face'?"

Zack shook his head, "You are not getting a skull tattoo on your face."

"Yes, I am."

"No, you are not. And that man was probably in a gang before being brought here. Not exactly the kind of lifestyle choices you want to be emulating."

"I'd look cute! But threatening." You grinned devilishly.

"You already look cute and threatening." He said matter-of-factly.

It was the first compliment he had ever given you and made it sound like he was stating a fact in one of his books. You tilted your head at the forensic anthropologist who continued eating his apple.

"Really?"

Zack nodded, "It's like a bunny suddenly shifting into a lion."

You couldn't help but giggle at his example, as it sounded more like something you would say than he would. "You spend too much time with me, you're starting to sound like me."

His brow furrowed, "I like spending time with you."

You smiled softly, "I like spending time with you too."

Appeased, he nodded slowly, allowing silence to fall for a few moments before he said, "You are not getting a skull tattoo."

You tossed your straw at his chest and he chuckled. You drowned out your surroundings, imagining him somewhere he deserved to be. A small café where they played smooth jazz and the people didn't squish their food in their hands and lick their trays. He didn't deserve to be stuck with you, but for a moment you allowed yourself not to feel guilty that he was.

Zack was asleep when he heard the sound of your door hitting the wall connecting your rooms, causing it to tremble, and got out of bed when he heard the screech and crash of furniture. "Y/N?" He rushed to his door and tried to open it, hitting it in a burst of frustration and rage. He was looking around his room for something to pick the lock with when the door opened, and Zack saw two nurses and a doctor entering.

"Restrain him." The doctor ordered.

"No! Something is happening to her!" Zack fought off the nurses and the doctor shoved him against the wall. He held his arm away from his neck as the needle got closer and closer and brought his knee up as hard as he could, winding the doctor before shoving him away. Zack called out your name as he entered the hallway, finding your door was open, and burst inside, seeing you curled up on the floor. "Y/N!"

You turned your head when you felt a hand on your cheek and blinked away the tears in your eyes to find Zack's concerned gaze taking stock of your injuries and the damage in the room. You noticed a doctor entering the room and coughed when you tried to speak, wincing from the pain in your ribs. "Zack..."

"I'm here. Hold on."

"Turn..." You trailed off as you coughed and Zack felt an arm wind around his neck, and the sharp pain of a needle seconds later. He covered the spot with his hand and you began to murmur something he couldn't understand. He quickly began to feel drowsy and reached for you, and you rolled onto your stomach, inching closer to him when he fell beside you. "Z-Zack..."

You felt a needle enter your neck and the room began to spin. You closed your eyes, struggling to open them again, falling asleep next to an unconscious Zack.

When you woke up in the morning you felt awful, your movements sluggish as you sat up in bed, taking in your trashed room, and as the events from last night gradually returned you smacked your hand against the wall, calling out to Zack. He swayed as he got out of bed, trying to open his door to find it was locked. He held his head, groaning when the room seemed to spin at the speed of the Earth revolving around the sun. He glanced around the room and realized everything had been moved. His bed was no longer against the wall connecting your rooms, but on the opposite side, and his books were tossed haphazardly on the ground next to his dresser that was clearly searched. Concerned for you, Zack knocked on the wall.

"Are you okay?" He hit his hand against the wall when he heard you groan in pain. "Y/N?"

"I'm fine." It was a poor attempt at lying. "Are you locked in too?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry." You sighed heavily, regretting it when a sharp pain spread through your ribcage. "Because of me, you've been brought into this."

"Into what?" Zack asked, slouching against the wall as he sat on the floor.

That night Zack learned about your ex-boyfriend whom you met while you were turning seventeen. He was in his late twenties at the time and you later learned that you were not the first teenager he had broken down and rebuilt in his image. He had charmed your parents, and when you realized his true personality it was too late. No one believed you when you told them what he was capable of - the things he made you do because he craved the power and the sexual thrill.

"He has people inside the hospital. Now and then they report back and he never likes what he hears. He must've found out that we're spending time together."

Zack shook his head when you apologized, but was unsure of how to comfort you. He wasn't good with emotions and his intelligence was his way of protecting himself. But at that moment he wanted to be able to be vulnerable, to let you know you weren't alone. That he believed you.

You recounted a vacation getaway your ex had taken you on when you were eighteen, the night you tortured and killed for the first time. And Zack rested his head on the cold wall, closing his eyes when he heard you cry, a gasp of pain following. Every time your body shook with muffled sobs, your body ached and it was a vicious cycle as the tears never stopped so neither did the pain.

"I won't talk to you anymore." You told him. "Now that he knows, nights like last night will happen to you too."

"We're already confined to our rooms? What difference does it make now?"

You hated that he was right. "I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing."

You bit your tongue as you moved into a new position, your back against the wall, and covered your bruised body with the duvet. "You don't deserve to be stuck here with me."

"You were seventeen. You were hardly an expert on the human experience. Anyone would have fallen for it. Myself included."

You closed your eyes as a tear fell down your cheek, silent for a moment before you made a request. "Zack? Can you read to me?"

Zack agreed, crossing the room to his books and after tidying them he chose a book to read to you, before settling back on the floor next to the wall. He believed Sweets would be intrigued to know that you found listening to the tales of forensic anthropologists comforting, not knowing you just liked hearing his voice.

For twelve days Zack was confined to his room. He was finding the solitude peaceful, conversing with you through the wall passed the time and he could hear your laughter when he voiced his displeasure when you brought up getting the skull tattoo again.

"Hey, if I got a tattoo would it show up on the bones when I die?"

"Don't be ridiculous."

Zack was released after Sweets found out about his confinement and the FBI psychiatrist had pulled more than a few strings to get him out. When he was escorted to the meeting room where Sweets was waiting, the psychiatrist was keen to know what happened and Zack retold the story you had shared with him to Lance who listened with rapt attention.

"Sociopathy." He stated.

"She's a sociopath?"

"Yes." Lance nodded, "Psychopaths are born, but sociopaths are created. She was at a crucial stage in her development when she met him and it warped her views. She thought it was normal. Now, from what you told me, she doesn't."

"Is there something you can do? She shouldn't be locked away." Zack asked.

Lance eyed him for a moment, slowly nodding, "Leave it with me."

You were released from your room the next day and Booth had arrested the group involved in the attack. The doctors and nurses would lose their license to practice medicine and spend over twenty-five years behind bars for their mistreatment of patients. Unbeknown to you, Sweets and Booth were looking into your history further, finding that your ex had early signs of psychopathy that went ignored. Animal cruelty, missing kids in his neighborhood when he was a child, and run-ins with the law when he was a teenager.

At Zack's request, Lance brought a new puzzle book at his next weekly visit and you found life inside the hospital to gradually improve. You were allowed more time in the day room. Patients were allowed outside under close monitoring and you had a feeling Zack had something to do with it.

You looked at the forensic anthropologist with a smile and Zack didn't lift his gaze from his new book as he said, "Please don't mention getting a tattoo."

"You have connections to make it happen." Zack turned his head, raising an eyebrow. "Please, I'm crazy but observant. You told your friends at the FBI, didn't you?"

Zack nodded slowly, "Are you mad at me?"

"A little. I told you under the guise of confidentiality...although I'm sitting outside doing crossword puzzles." You scrunched your nose, "It's a hard call."

You looked at the crossword you were working on and Zack smiled softly as he returned his gaze to his book. "The answer to four down is Conundrum."

You filled in the blanks and looked over at him, "Do you ever get tired of being right?"

"Not yet."

A smile formed on your lips, growing wider when you noticed his lips twitch. "Feeling sassy today, are we?"

"I spend too much time with you apparently." He replied, meeting your gaze with a matching smile.

You bumped your shoulder with his and while your attention returned to your crossword, his focus was on you. Your mood had significantly improved since Lance had improved conditions in the hospital and Zack slept a little easier knowing he wouldn't wake up at night unable to help you again. While he had drawn attention to the mistreatment in the hospital which improved the lives of all the patients, he had done it for you. Seeing you lying on the floor, bloody, in pain with each breath, just because you were charmed by a psychopath when you were younger - he never wanted to see you get hurt. Never again.

One day, almost a week after the attacks, you were walking outside and Zack was taken aback when you argued that it was only fair that he told you what happened with Gormogon and his hands. Zack agreed, and the two of you kept your distance from the other patients as he told his story, ending with the experiment that left his hands scarred.

"Will you show me? I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

Zack couldn't deny he was intrigued, but the thought of someone seeing the scars made him feel queasy. He didn't like to see the scars, so he always wore black gloves. To show you meant overcoming this discomfort and being more vulnerable than he had ever been with anyone else.

You never mentioned it again, and Zack was the one who brought it up a few days later. You were heading to your rooms one night and he closed your door, and your confusion became a brief surprise that turned into curiosity when he slowly began to remove his gloves. You moved closer, reaching out for his hands but he pulled away, and looked from your hands to your eyes, finding your expression unreadable. And in this moment of vulnerability he wanted, needed, to know what you were thinking. Were you as repulsed by the scars as he was?

You met his gaze after a few moments and reached out to take his left hand, lifting it as you pressed your palms together. Zack closed his eyes and you reached out to wipe away a tear that fell down his cheek.

"Did you know each hand has twenty-seven bones?"

Zack opened his eyes, tilting his head slightly. "Yes. I told you that."

"No, you didn't."

"Yes, I did. You were asking me how many bones the body has as a whole, and then per body part."

"I was trying to make you feel less awkward." You admitted. "I don't know any other hand facts. Except yours are bigger than mine."

"Statistically speaking, the average male hand is 7.6 inches and a female hand is 6.8 inches."

You smiled softly, "I like it."

Zack returned the smile as you intertwined your fingers with his, holding his gaze. "So do I."

That night, you kept true to your word and Zack thought the shock of you taking your shirt off would kill him. You didn't notice the way his eyes widened at your actions or how casual you were about it, pointing to each scar and explaining what caused it. Zack stepped forward when he noticed a scar above your left ribcage.

"There are two scars here."

"He carved his initials into my skin. When I ran away, I heated a knife and held the blade over it." You had successfully covered the branding and explained how much relief you felt when it healed and no longer showed the jagged initials. Zack's eyes lingered on the scar and you could see from the slight furrow of his brow that his mind was ticking away. "What?"

"You went through something horrible and make it sound like you came back from the grocery store, telling a story about how you couldn't find something on the list. All that pain...it shouldn't be discussed so casually, but for you it was normal."

"I did my fair share of hurting." You admitted. "That's how I ended up here. My dumbass got caught."

"Or did you let yourself get caught?" Zack's eyes darted up to meet your gaze and your lips formed a weak smile.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're really smart?"

His lips twitched upwards, "Once or twice."

You giggled, shaking your head, "Well, it's annoying. Especially when I try to maintain some mystery."

"Why?" He asked.

"Once people solve mysteries they move on to the next one."

Zack shook his head, "You'll always be a mystery to me. I'm emotionally stunted, remember?"

A smile formed on your lips, "A sociopath and an emotionally stunted genius walk into the bar...sounds like the setup for a bad joke."

"Hodgins would think of one."

From what he had told you about his best friend who visited him every week come sun, hail, or snow, you knew he probably would.

The weeks went by quickly without the threat of violence hanging over your head. While you still had a confrontation now and then with other patients Zack was there to lead you away and you would take a walk outside to cool off while he listed random facts he knew to take your mind off of it.

When you were brought into a room reserved for meetings with family or friends, you weren't entirely surprised when Sweets introduced himself. After Zack had told him about your past you were surprised the psychiatrist hadn't jumped at the opportunity sooner to study you.

"Let me guess, we play twenty questions and you decide whether I'm criminally retarded or a mastermind."

Lance shook his head, "Not at all."

You eyed him for a moment before sighing heavily as you sat across from him. "I don't want to play guess what the squiggly line represents. It gives me a headache."

"Actually I just wanted to check in on you. After everything that's happened it is perfectly natural to feel -"

"Homicidal?" You smirked.

"Angry. Betrayed. Abandoned."

"I gave up on anger a long time ago." You crossed your arms, "And I'm not alone. Zack is here."

Lance would dive into that later. "But you do feel betrayed?" You raised an eyebrow at the psychiatrist who observed you for a moment, realizing you were testing his capabilities and weren't going to offer any information. "You feel betrayed by your parents because you felt they should have seen the signs and protected you."

You shifted in your chair, looking at your fingernails in an attempt to appear disinterested, but it proved to him that he had hit the nail right on the head. "He was charming." You shrugged. "But he was also an idiot. I didn't realize how stupid he was until I met Zack."

It was the opening he wanted, and when Lance began to ask you questions about Zack you replied easily, much more comfortable with the direction of the conversation.

"Is that why you're here? To make sure I don't cut his head off?"

When Lance relayed his meeting with you to Booth and the Squints, he could see the varying reactions, everyone was concerned that Zack was bonding with a sociopath. Hodgins admitted that Zack mentioned you a lot when talking about his day.

"They spend every waking minute together."

"Can't you transfer him to another Wing or something?" Angela suggested.

Lance shook his head, "I believe that would cause a significant blow to Zack's outlook. He's not in any danger." Lance paused, trying to think of a way to explain it to the group, "Think of them like kindred spirits. They form a strong bond and connect immediately. They can share common interests, opinions, and values. They are extremely comfortable around each other and are supportive due to their understanding of each other's perspectives. It's someone who understands you the most. Given their past, trusting the wrong person, it fits."

"Are you implying that Zack found his kindred spirit?" Bones asked.

"That's exactly what I'm saying." Lance said, "And trying to keep them apart would lead to a rapid deterioration from both sides. She isn't a threat to him, and she trusts him. Take that bond away and it could destroy them."

Ever since you showed each other your scars, you grew more bolder and it became less of a shock when you would hold his hand. He always wore his gloves outside of his bedroom but when you were alone, he would remove them sometimes as he grew more comfortable and you would trace patterns on his palm as he balanced his book on his lap and turned the pages with his free hand. You realized that Zack would do anything just to see you smile. Except one thing.

"You are not getting angel wings tattooed on your back."

You groaned when he walked away, catching up to him. "I'd look so cool! Why do you hate me?" You rested your head on his back and he looked over his shoulder at you with a smile. "Ooh! We could get a matching tattoo?"

Zack pursed his lips and raised an eyebrow at you as you moved to walk next to him, taking his hand.

You sighed dramatically. "Fine, but we'd look hot."

He shook his head, suppressing a smile. Your good mood was ruined when another patient bumped shoulders with you as they left the day room as you walked in. Zack caught your hand before you could get too far, and put another hand on your back, leading you to your table that he quickly realized was always empty because people feared your wrath. And since he spent all of his time with you, no one had bothered him since that first day. "Let it go."

"It hurt!"

Zack shook his head, pinching your arm. You glared at the forensic anthropologist who calmly took his seat. "No, that hurt."

You grabbed the book from his hands, holding it close to his head threateningly, but it only made him chuckle and his eyes followed you as you took your seat across from him. "Let's see..." Your eyes flickered across the page before you closed the book and slid it across the table. Zack put his hand on the cover, stopping it in time. "You need to find a different genre. Or a hobby." You caught sight of a new stack of board games the hospital had brought in last week.

Zack turned, watching as you walked over to pick up a box from the floor and held it behind your back as you approached him. He raised an eyebrow, lips twitching upwards in amusement at your choice. "Operation? Really?"

"You study bones, don't you? Think of it as practice before you get back into the field."

You brought your chair closer for the first time and unpacked the buzzer game. "If you want to get really creative, pretend the buzzer is a landmine."

Zack shook his head but set his book aside to play the game with you. Your first attempts went well, but every try afterward ended in the buzzer sounding.

"How many times have I died now?" You asked a few minutes later.

"Twenty-seven." He replied. "Twenty-eight." He corrected when you set the buzzer off.

You turned your head to argue that he wasn't far behind when you noticed how close you were sitting as he reached over to take his turn. Zack noticed your staring and glanced at you before focusing on the game to avoid setting off the buzzer.

"Why are you staring at me?"

You shrugged, "I like the view."

Zack turned his head and you grinned when the buzzer was set off during his distraction.

"Oops. Now your leg has been blown off and you're bald."

Zack tilted his head, "I'm bald?"

"Like an egg."

He shook his head, and you smiled over at him when he chuckled. It was rare when he smiled or laughed, but you noticed it was becoming more common even if you were around other people. You had no idea what a Vulcan was, but after Zack explained the typical Vulcan characteristics that Hodgins claimed fitted his personality, you knew Zack felt more than most people and had learned to bury it down.

Your attention was drawn to Sweets when he approached and you glanced at Zack to see he was equally surprised to see him. "Dr. Candy Corn, want to play?"

Ever since your first meeting, Lance had cleared time in his schedule to have a session with you every week, and while you knew he had ulterior motives, wanting to learn more about you because of how close you were to Zack, you learned that it was simpler to talk to him because he would sit in silence for an hour quite happily. It became common for you to change his last name to a different candy every time but Lance knew it wasn't malicious, it was just your way of trying to hide how unnerved you were that two people knew so much about your past.

"Not today. I need to speak to Zack alone for a minute."

"Why can't she hear it?" Zack asked.

You stood up, shaking your head. "Forget it. I don't want to learn any more about Space Prawns than I already have."

Zack turned to you as you walked away, "That doesn't even sound remotely like Star Wars."

You flashed a grin over your shoulder before sitting in front of the television, crossing your legs and your arms as you stared at the screen with disinterest in the movie that was playing. Zack looked away from you with a shake of his head and turned to Sweets who sat in your chair. You subtly glanced at the two who spoke in low tones. Lance appeared optimistic while Zack grew more troubled as the conversation continued. After a few minutes, Zack stood up, book in hand, and walked out of the room. You didn't attempt to hide the fact you had been watching them both and followed him out of the room, catching up in the hallway.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't want to talk about it." He went into his room and your steps halted when he closed the door.

"You mean Darth Vader?" Zack looked at you with a slight smirk. "I think you purposely say the names incorrectly because you enjoyed the movies."

You turned to head into your room, meeting Lance's gaze down the hallway before he walked away. You frowned, glancing at Zack's door before heading outside. From his room, the forensic anthropologist could see you walking around with Kathy who was recently moved back into the West Wing. She always plucked your aura, citing you carried a lot of negative energy.

When you talked about it, you replied with, "Well, I am evil. Maybe I should wear a cloak. The dark refrigerator always wears a cloak."

"No!" You scoffed, "The dark refrigerator is a character I'm working on. He cures hunger and hangovers."

Zack shook his head when you grinned. "That sounds terrible. Although, you would look good in a cloak."

You agreed, "We could wear matching cloaks and rob banks."

"Why does every one of your plans involve criminal activity?"

You walked ahead, turning to face him as you walked backward, "Hello? Sociopath."

"Still upset Dr. Sweets downgraded you?" He asked with a knowing smile.

"Hey, I'm pretty scary when I want to be."

"It's nothing to do with the fear you evoke. Sociopaths are -"

"created and not born that way." You sighed, looking at the sky as you fell into step beside him. "I feel like someone stole a cookie from me."

Zack shook his head, "It's a good thing. There are rehabilitation options that Dr. Sweets wants to explore."

You stopped walking and he turned to you. "You still find me scary, right?"

"Terrifying."

"What did the good doctor say to you? Did he say you have parental issues too?"

You smiled, "Sweet talker." You looped your arm with his and fell into step beside him as you walked.

After his talk with Sweets, you didn't hear from Zack for several hours until it was almost time for the lights to go out. You were drawing on the wall with a pen you had stolen from Sweets after the last pen ran out of ink. You looked up when he knocked on the door and returned to your drawing as he entered.

"He said Hodgins found new evidence." Zack cleared his throat when your head snapped in his direction. "If presented in court my sentence would be changed and I will be leaving soon."

You looked at him, tilting your head. "You want to stay here? Why? The people are crazy." Your lips twitched upwards but Zack only sighed and you frowned when you saw how upset he was at the possibility of leaving. He changed the subject, and you allowed it. Your session with Sweets hadn't been cancelled and you would pry the answers from him.

"That's great news. So why so glum, chum?" You giggled, "Get it? It rhymes."

Zack stood behind you, looking at the scattered drawings on the wall, "I want to leave, but I don't want to go."

You expected his answer to be that after spending months inside a psychiatric facility, Zack was merely anxious about rejoining the world again but Sweets was blunt as he explained that the bond you had forged with Zack, made him not want to leave you behind. You would never get released. Your crimes were too heinous. But Zack had a chance to clear his name and live a normal life. And even if it meant not seeing him again, you wanted him to be happy.

After your session with Lance, you searched for Zack, finding him outside reading under a tree. Your body blocked the light and he lifted his head, eyebrows rising when you took his book and hit his shoulder with it. "What is the matter with you? I know you aren't stupid. So what is it?"

"I don't understand -"

"Sweets told me what you said. You don't want to go through with it because of me. Well, newsflash, genius, I never asked you to stay." You held his gaze as he stood up.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"I do. And what the sociopath says, goes." You hit his shoulder again and Zack rubbed his arm. "Now you listen to me, Zachary. You are going to let Hodgins present the evidence and you will appeal and be proven innocent, and you will go back into the world whether you like it or not."

"What about you?"

"I'm crazy. I'll invent a new friend."

Zack sighed, pressing his lips together in annoyance. "That's not what I meant."

You realized he was worried that he wouldn't be here if you got hurt again. "I can look after myself. I've done it for a while now."

Zack shook his head, "I'm not ready to go."

"Yes, you are." You replied immediately. "You are going to appeal, Zack. I have enough on my conscience. I don't need to trap you here because you'll miss my charming personality." You pushed his book into his chest and headed back inside.

After that day you never addressed the matter again, but in your next session with Lance, he revealed that Zack intended to go through with it. You nodded slowly and Lance could see the dread in your eyes for the day you would have to say goodbye to Zack Addy. When he was released, you had no place in his world anymore, and would go so far as to shun him to stop him from visiting. You wanted him to get his old life back before it all went to hell. It was an option you weren't awarded, and all you wanted was the best for him. And you knew that was never going to be you.

You spent your days as normal without bringing up the appeal. Zack didn't want to speak about it, and you hated thinking about it, unable to stop counting down the days. You did crossword puzzles while he read, lifting his head when providing you with the answer. You no longer sat across the table, your chair now pressing against his and as you filled in the squares you realized how much you had grown accustomed to having him around after a few short months.

When the day of his hearing arrived, Zach stepped out of his room wearing a suit Sweets had brought him and when Booth lingered, Lance moved him away, but the FBI agent kept a close eye as you wished Zack good luck.

"Thank you. I'll see you later?"

You nodded, smoothing his tie with a smile. "Where else am I gonna be?"

Zack almost cancelled the hearing but Booth and Sweets made him see reason. Sweets assured Zack that he could still visit you if he wanted to, but it was important that his name was cleared to avoid serving a life sentence. Given how close you were, Sweets wouldn't be surprised if he said he didn't mind because you would be there.

You were playing solitaire on your bed when he returned and Zack loosened his tie as he sat across from you. "The five of diamonds."

You thanked him, moved the card, and looked at him when he stared at the cards. "How did it go?"

"They'll know by the end of the week."

Your eyebrows raised, not expecting it to be so soon. "That's good news. You'll be in your old bed before you can say antelope."

Zack shook his head fondly, "You say the strangest things."

"I am a sociopath, babe." You spoke with a Jersey accent and his lips curved slightly. "Aren't you scared about getting back out there?"

Zack nodded, "I'm afraid no one will trust me. Therefore they won't work with me."

"Send me their address and I'll persuade them. I'm good at that." Zack couldn't suppress the chuckle that escaped his lips and you smiled at the sound. "I'm really happy for you, Zack."

He left shortly afterward and the lights went out for the night. For the remainder of the week, you both anxiously awaited the verdict of his hearing after Bones testified on his behalf. During your session with Lance, the psychiatrist noted that you were more pensive lately, and when he mentioned Zack he was surprised by how open you were about your feelings regarding the forensic anthropologist.

"I don't want him to leave. But I know he doesn't belong here." You crossed your arms as you sighed, eyes transfixed on the table. "Don't worry, I wouldn't dare ruin his chances to make him stay. I'd sooner hang myself."

After your session, Lance knew the transition was going to be difficult, not only for you but for Zack. You were protective over each other, never meeting anyone who took a look at all your scars and understood the way that pain weighed on the soul. You were never going to be offered a hearing. It never occurred to you to appeal, because you were guilty of all the crimes that earned you three life sentences.

You knew Zack was waiting in his room as he always was and he lifted his head when he saw you enter. You approached where he was reading on an armchair, his eyebrows hitting his hairline when you sat on his lap, catching him off guard. You released months of pent-up emotion with a kiss and he dropped his book, his gloved hands bringing you closer.

You pulled away after a few minutes, and he was disappointed that it ended, but relieved to catch his breath. "Don't you dare forget about me, Zachary."

He shook his head, "I couldn't." He replied instantly.

You placed a hand on his cheek, a bittersweet smile on your lips as you leaned in to reignite the kiss with more fervor.

Your days passed differently. You spent most of the hours in his or your bedroom, seeking solitude in what could be your final moments together. You completed your crosswords with your head on his lap as he read, and his free hand rested on your waist. He kept his gloves off behind the closed doors, writing the answers to a crossword with one hand while you played with the other. And Zack imagined mornings spent like this. Waking up every day to see you and start the day with coffee and a crossword. He hadn't realized how comfortable he had become with you, everything came naturally when it was you. As if you were two puzzle pieces finally clicking together.

One morning he was nowhere to be found. You spent the time in your room, awaiting his return by trying to pass the time. But the crosswords failed to hold your interest and you knew it was because Zack wasn't there. How were you going to survive without him when he was released?

There was a knock on the open door and you lifted your gaze from the doodle on your arm, sending him a smile when he entered. "How did it go?"

Zack explained what happened at the hearing, and the final decision. "I agreed to serve the remaining thirteen months for aiding a known killer."

You failed to mask your relief that he wasn't leaving so soon and although you knew you would have to say goodbye eventually, you were both relieved it wasn't immediate. You threw your arms around his neck and he smiled into your shoulder, closing his eyes as he memorized the moment for the days when he wouldn't be able to hold you this close.

After spending the remaining thirteen months in the psychiatric facility, Zack informed you when he was to be released the next day. When he entered the day room for the last time you threw up torn paper to make confetti and he smiled softly, appreciating the thought.

"You are a free man in two hours. How does it feel?"

"Odd." He thought for a moment. "Daunting, yet exciting."

You passed the time like you always did and when his name was called to gather his belongings, Zack looked at the male nurse before looking at you as he stood up. "I guess this is it." You smiled, "Time to go."

Zack looked at the book he had read to you dozens of times, before holding it out to you.

"I can't - I don't even know what half of it means."

"I want you to have it." He insisted.

You accepted the book and ran your hand over the cover. "I'll take care of it, I swear."

Zack looked at the nurse when he called him again and you watched, feeling your throat burn as he walked out of the room. You blinked away the tears in your eyes as you looked at the book he gave you, sitting down as you opened it. A piece of paper fell out and your smile returned when you saw the riddle.

You noticed writing on the back and a frown formed on your lips when you saw his note, telling you he would visit. While you didn't want to let him go, you didn't want to hinder his life as he got back to normalcy. There wasn't space in his life for someone like you, or so you figured, and you knew that you had to get out of the hospital before he stopped by in three days.

The next afternoon Zack was informed about your escape and Booth laid out your file the FBI had compiled since you were seventeen. With a final warning to contact him if he heard from you, Booth left and Zack read the file, seeing photos of your crimes.

When Zack arranged to meet with him before their session Sweets knew it was about Booth as the agent had mentioned the 'friend' Zack had made inside the hospital and urged the shrink to deter him from talking to you. But from his sessions with you, Sweets knew you once had a mentor, an ex-boyfriend, who led you down a dark path, which led to prison time before you were sent to the asylum.

Zack returned to his flat to see the book he had given you by the door and a note urging him not to find you. Which had the opposite effect. When Sweets enquired why he felt the need to find you, he knew Booth wouldn't like the answer. And he was right.

"He's what?" Booth exclaimed, hands on his hips in disbelief.

"What are you saying, Sweets?" Bones asked.

"During that time, Zack bonded with this woman. She listened to him talk about science and he felt like she was the only one who understood him."

"He's in love with an assassin?" Booth ran a hand down his face, "Oh my god, this kid is killing me!"

Bones decided to speak to Zack directly and while unnerved that Sweets had found a way around patient shrink confidentiality, he answered Brennan's questions about the time you spent together and what he knew about your past. "She was hurt when I escaped to solve the case. I don't understand why she left."

"The note said not to find her?" Bones asked, earning a nod. "Then maybe she's protecting you."

"You think she is in danger?"

"Well, no, I don't know I was making a -"

"I should talk to Booth."

She sighed when Zack left the office and shook her head, knowing she could've handled it better. Now, fearing you were running, Zack wouldn't be easily deterred. She decided the next step was Hodgins who quickly proved unhelpful.

"Oh, yeah. He's pretty interested in this woman. When he talks about that place she is in every detail."

Brennan knew Zack would only rest if he had proof you were okay and that meant a little investigating from Booth. For nearly two weeks the tracks had been cold when you suddenly resurfaced. You were across the street, seeing Zack enter with his friends and co-workers, a small smile on your lips before you turned to leave. Sweets caught your features before you turned and quickly got Booth's attention. When Booth called out, you took off running and the FBI agent left, while muttering under his breath.

"The things I do for you, Zack."

He caught up to you on a busy street but when you ran into traffic, narrowly avoiding cars, Booth fell behind and decided to look around for any signs that you were there. He sighed and decided to try another tactic in a few days, hoping to throw you off.

You knew he was trying to trick you and decided to go straight to the person who put the Feds onto your tail. Zack came home from work at his usual time, and Hodgins was almost inside the house when he heard Zack mention the door to his flat was unlocked. The two cautiously approached and Zack looked around, finding nothing was moved or taken. You closed the door when the two were inside and turned on the lights, aiming your gun.

Hodgins turned, quickly holding his hands in the air, "Crap."

Zack spun on his heels, "Y/N?"

"You need a better lock. Anyone could just walk in." You smirked.

"Wait? Y/N? As in the Y/N that broke out of the psychiatric hospital?" Hodgins looked at Zack who nodded.

"You sent an FBI agent looking for me." You began. "Tell him to back off. Or I'll be forced to handle it myself."

"You wouldn't," Zack replied with certainty.

"Don't antagonize the woman with a gun," Hodgins told him.

"I could wipe out every one of your friends very easily."

"Yes, you do indeed have the skills and resources to do so, but you wouldn't." Zack stepped forward and you raised an eyebrow, warning him not to move closer. "You liked the quiet life. Why are you running?"

Hodgins glanced between you and Zack rapidly. If he hadn't been so attentive to the way you and Zack looked at each other, he might've missed the way your hold on the gun loosened a little. For a brief moment, he could have sworn your eyes were torn, becoming teary as Zack refused to let you go without a fight.

You aimed the gun at Hodgins whose eyes widened and as your finger pressed the trigger, you moved your hand and the bullet narrowly missed his head. You looked at Zack when Hodgins ducked, seeing the shock in his eyes. "You don't know me. Next time, I will kill him."

You made a swift exit and Zack barely registered what Hodgins was saying as the two of them stood up. He looked around his flat and knew there had to be something hidden somewhere. Jack watched as Zack began taking books off his bookshelves and flipping through each book before dropping them to the floor.

"You're not even listening, are you? What are you doing?"

"There has to be something here. She broke in for a reason. I have to find it."

"Yeah, the reason being to threaten to kill us!"

Zack ignored him as he continued his search and with a sigh Hodgins began to help. The duo spent over an hour scouring the whole flat, checking cupboards, and looking under rugs, and just when he was ready to give up, Zack found an envelope inside his pillowcase.

Hodgins called out to him and entered the bedroom when he got no reply, finding Zack sitting on the bed. "What does it say?"

Zack found himself struggling to say the words. "She's leaving. It's too dangerous to stay now that she is out."

"So why did she leave?"

Zack handed him the end of your note that detailed your planned suicide weeks after he arrived. Jack read as you described the influence your ex-fiancée had inside the hospital and the regular beatings you took. The reason you chose to stay was because of him.

We are similar, you and I. We were both young when someone came and took us under their wing and we both paid the price for it. The big difference is that you have a group of friends to help you at the other side of the doors. All I have is you, Zack. And no matter what happens I will always be thankful, and grateful that we met.

I want you to forget about me. Lean on your friends and let me go. In a few weeks, I'll just be some wacko you met in a nuthouse. In a few months, you might not even think of me. And in a year you'll have forgotten me. And I need you to forget me, Zack.

Live a happy life for me.

Y/N

Hodgins looked at Zack who took out his cell phone, "What are you doing?"

"I'm calling Booth. He needs to see this letter. He can do something."

"Zack..." Jack began softly. "She said to let her go."

"Something is going to happen to her and I don't know what to do. Booth! Booth will know."

Days later, you were at the edge of town when Booth caught up to you in a gas station. You spotted him from a mile away but continued to your destination without letting him know you had seen him. You pulled into the gas station knowing he would follow and as you filled up your car, he approached you from behind.

"What do you want?"

"Just got a few questions for you."

"You've been looking for me." You stated.

"Zack was worried. You remember him, don't you?"

"Tell him to stay away from me. It's better for him this way." You turned to leave when he tried to grab your arm and take you back to his car but you swiftly took him down, leaving him groaning on the ground as you drove off.

"Booth! Booth!" Bones rushed out of the car and helped him off the ground. "What happened?"

"She really doesn't want to see him." He groaned. "She knows I've been looking around."

"What do we tell Zack?"

"He was right. She's running from something." Booth replied.

You kept tabs on Zack for several weeks, and almost six months later since your escape, you resurfaced again. You knew Booth had been delving further into your past, discovering your aliases which made you have to create new ones. But, as you suspected, you weren't the only one whose attention he had drawn and you knew he had no idea what he was up against, or rather who, and knew it was important to track the FBI agent.

The Jeffersonian was under siege when you arrived. The lab was locked down but you used the vents to find your way to where Zack and his friends were being held at gunpoint. You landed, swiftly disarming two of your ex's henchmen, and aimed one gun at your ex while emptying the bullets from the other gun with one hand, the sound echoing through the room.

You glanced at Booth who was bleeding from your ex's attempts to extort your location from him.

"Y/N!" He exclaimed. "How sweet of you to join us!" He turned with a smirk. "You've been hiding from me."

"Surprised?"

"No. Annoyed? Yes. However, I knew the second I saw this FBI agent looking around that you were nearby."

You felt a gun on the back of your head and hands patting you down soon followed. Your brow twitched when his hand lingered a little too long and fought the urge to bash his head against the nearest wall. Something Sweets noticed.

"Can you believe it? I made her everything that she is." Your ex-boyfriend approached you while the other members of his organization kept their guns trained on the team. "And this is the thanks I get. You starve my project to feed your cause."

"The only thing I did was give those women their lives back." You gritted your teeth when he backhanded you and felt the gun leave the back of your head, seconds before your ex grabbed your neck.

"You dare to stand against me, you will find out what happened to the others who tried." He punched your stomach and stepped back when you knelt on the ground, catching your breath. "And you will die as they did. Such a waste of a pretty face."

"What did you just say?" He growled.

You rested a hand on the ground, another on your stomach, and began to laugh, growing louder which drew his attention as you sat up straight. "So they died? You know you spoiled the ending, right? God, you are such an idiot."

"I D I O T." You spelled out. "Idiot i.e. you."

"How dare you -"

"The sad part is? I used to think you were the smartest person I knew." You swiftly get to your feet when he storms over to you, and he pauses at the sudden movement. "You're going to regret the day you met me."

You grab his gun and aim it at the ceiling as he fires. After struggling for a few moments you manage to beat him to the ground and shoot his left thigh. You dart behind a wall when his henchmen fire at you and Booth manages to trip one of them up as he runs, causing him to misfire and shoot another henchman in the back, killing him instantly. You swing your elbow into a man's face when he reaches you and disarm him while he's stunned, using him as a shield when gunfire rings out. Booth is quick on his feet, disarming the nearest henchman and taking his gun, firing three shots into the shoulder of three men heading his way. You fire a bullet, taking down the fourth as you approach the FBI agent. An arm winds itself around your neck and a gun is pressed to your head but before Booth can aim, you have the man down on the floor, unconscious.

You roll your eyes when you see his expression, "Relax, he's still breathing. I know you Feds get antsy about things like that."

You fire a shot over his shoulder casually and he turns, seeing a henchman who had been guarding a door down the corridor fall to the ground clutching his shoulder.

Seeing the group was taken care of, Booth took the gun from you, and you rolled your eyes. "What? I shot his shoulder."

"Uh-huh." He looked away momentarily to unload the gun and you frowned when you began to see two of him.

"Woah," You felt a sharp pain in your abdomen and Booth looked up when he heard shouting, his eyes widening when he saw the bullet wounds. "Do you have a twin?"

Booth fired as you hit the ground and the FBI agent left you briefly before he returned. "Hey, hey, hey."

You opened your eyes to find yourself staring at the ceiling. "Call an ambulance!" Booth shouted over his shoulder at the stunned scientists before looking down at you.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, exhaling through the sharp pain. "Getting shot hurts more than I remember."

"Just hold on." He pressed his hands to the wounds and you winced.

"Y/N!" Zack knelt beside you and took off his lab coat, using it to put pressure on the wounds.

"Oh my god," Angela whispered when she saw the blood pooling through the material of Zack's coat.

"I'm sorry." You murmured so quietly that he barely heard it. "I tried to protect you but -"

"Save your strength." He interrupted.

You shook your head, "I knew the second I saw your note that I had to go. It's better this way."

Zack shook his head, "I'm not letting you die."

"I'm no good." You smiled weakly up at him. "If you were smart you'd forget about me."

"Then I'm not smart."

You smiled softly, "You're a genius." You spoke in a low murmur, swallowing the lump in your throat, finding it harder to breathe. "I'm better off alone." before your eyes slowly closed.

Zack looked up when Sweets ran in, announcing the ambulance had arrived, and reluctantly stepped aside when paramedics came to dress the wounds before loading you into the ambulance. He climbed into the ambulance and Hodgins agreed to meet him at the hospital. You looked at Zack when the doors closed and he sat next to you.

You listened as he started rambling about the process used to reconstruct a crushed skull and knew that he was trying to maintain your attention in the likelihood you would stay awake while simultaneously freaking out at the same time.

"So...how have you been?"

"Until now? Lonely. I spent every waking hour with you. I miss it. I missed you."

You swallowed the lump in your throat at the raw emotion in his gaze, "I didn't know someone who could be so kind. Then I met you..."

"Y/N -"

You turned your hand, looking down at your hand which drew his attention. He placed his gloved hand in yours and closed his eyes when he felt how weakly you squeezed it. The odds were low that you would survive. So Zack decided to make a desperate plea.

"You may think that I will be better off without you around, but I won't. I found something in you that I haven't with anyone else. A-And I'm not ready to let that go. I'm not ready to let you go."

He lifted his gaze from your hands to find your eyes were closed and his jaw fell slightly as the first wave of tears fell down his cheeks. While you were separated for the operation, Zack knew the odds of you surviving were slim. So that night, he was determined to ignore the statistics.

When Hodgins joined him, he silently sat down and patted his shoulder. A silent sign that he would stay beside him for however long it took.

On the fourth hour, Zack felt an instant relief when he heard you had survived and were currently resting. He was advised to return home and he would be contacted when you woke up but Zack was adamant about staying, despite Hodgins trying to encourage him to leave.

"There's nothing you can do."

"I left her once. It was a mistake I do not wish to repeat."

Zack remained by your side throughout the night, waking now and then to check on you before drifting off to sleep. In the morning Hodgins dropped off clothes and books to keep him entertained while waiting for you to wake up. Zack was reading a new medical journal aloud when you first stirred and you expected the sun to be bursting through the windows but he had the foresight to close them. You turned your head when you registered his voice and your eyebrows furrowed when you saw him sitting in a chair next to you, the bag Hodgins had dropped off all the proof you needed to determine he had spent the night.

"I told you that you're better off without me. Did you take a bullet to the head?" You winced as you sat up, eyeing the scientist when he adjusted the pillows.

"No." He replied. "I chose to stay."

"After I told you to leave me alone?"

"And what would your alternative be? To bleed out on the floor?"

"You read my letter. You know the things I've done. We aren't the same. You could live a normal life, without a psychotic former assassin complicating it."

"You freed the women he was smuggling. You formed a group to continue your work while you were gone. The number of those you helped is larger than the number of those you killed."

"And I'm still here. With nothing but ghosts screaming in my ears, so yes, you need to go."

"I'm not leaving." He replied. You looked at your hands, feeling tears in your eyes. "I didn't think before about how it might affect you. Now I do. And before you say you don't need anyone, you're right." You met his gaze and swallowed the lump in your throat when you saw his expression. "You don't need anyone. You're strong enough on your own. But I need you. As long as I'm here, you're never going to be alone."

You shook your head and Zack rested a hand on your shoulder, grimacing as he believed his attempt to comfort you was poorly reflected, while it was enough to make the first wave of tears fall. "It's over."

Your ex was gone and the FBI was dedicating a task force to destroying his organization. You wouldn't return to the asylum and Booth wasn't reporting your presence in Washington meaning you wouldn't face jail time. Although Sweets was clearing blocks in his schedule for you.

Nearly two weeks later, you left the hospital with a bag over your shoulder, biting the inside of your cheek to mask the pain spreading through your body as you walked away from the hospital. Your steps faltered when a horn honked and turned to see Hodgins behind the wheel. Zack got out of the car, taking the bag from your shoulder. He listed all the setbacks you could've suffered as he opened the door for you and you smiled softly at the scientist which made him pause.

"I am trying to scold you."

"I know." You smiled brighter. "You're cute when you're worried."

When you arrived at their place, Hodgins left Zack to show you around and you looked at the 'bug man' as he began to walk away. "Thank you."

Jack turned back in surprise, "You're welcome. Who knows? Having an assassin around might come in handy."

You looked at Zack when he unlocked his apartment, "I thought Booth said I wasn't allowed to kill people anymore?"

"He did. I wrote the full extent of his conditions for you. Hodgins is trying to make you feel welcome with humor."

You nodded, looking around the apartment. Zack set your bag down near the door, closing it behind him, and placing the keys on a hook.

You stopped in front of a diagram of the human skeleton, muscle and nerves listed beside it. You crossed your arms, turning to Zack after a few moments and found he was already looking at you. You smiled softly, not knowing where to go from here, but when he began to explain the diagram was three drawings on top of each other, you knew he was just as nervous as you were.

You reached for his hand and stepped closer until you stood chest to chest, tilting your head slightly to hold his gaze.

"If I am going to be staying here, shouldn't you say welcome home?"

Zack nodded slowly, "Welcome home."

A smile formed on your lips as you leaned in to kiss him tenderly. "I could get used to this."

"That's the idea."

You raised an eyebrow, giggling as you moved your hands to the nape of his neck. "Remember that time Jessie tried to take my pudding cup and you -" Knowing the incident in the lunch hall that you were referring to, Zack displayed his strength, lifting you and you rested your head on his shoulder as he carried you.

There were no more nurses watching your every move and Zack was as eager as you were to take full advantage of the privacy in his apartment to pick up where you left off.

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