#This came into my brain at three o clock in the morning last night and i want it gone

[arthur-lesters-spinal-cord]

Mentally im a slut, Physically I am Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

[beholdthebangs]

Stress Reliever

Kent x F!Reader / Sam x F!Reader

~ 18+ ~

Synopsis: Smut - Sam invites himself and Kent over to your house for dinner one night, seemingly an opportunity to get to know your boyfriend’s father better after his recent arrival to town. Things take a turn when you try to give Kent some ideas to relax, Sam having his own thoughts on the subject when he offers you up as a solution. Only under his supervision, of course.

Word count: 7.3k

Warnings: Drinking, brief references to PTSD, affair, indirect(?) incest, creampie, unprotected sex, rough sex, free use, daddy kink, dirty talk, praise, vaginal sex, oral sex, light choking

A/N: There’s not enough Kent smut to go around so this is my contribution.

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Sam

2:43 AM: My dad and I are gonna come over tmrw nite for dinner

2:44 AM: Wear something I like 😜💦

2:51 AM: n make sumthing good plz 🥺

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Kent had returned to Pelican Town only a few months ago and you’d had few interactions with him since, limited to a brief introduction and exchanging of pleasantries when you stopped by 1 Willow Lane to see Sam. The older man had always been standoffish, understandably so given everything he’d gone through in his time away. Still, it was difficult to find some way to relate with him, something you desperately wanted given your relationship with his son. It was discouraging to have such a poor relationship with the man who may one day be your father-in-law. Sam had assured you that he was always quiet, even with his family.

Sam rarely talked about him before he came back, and Jodi seemed just as stressed out as she was when she was acting as a single mother. The family didn’t seem to change dynamics at all with Kent’s return; it didn’t adjust to make room for him. It’s like all the gaps had been filled when he left and there was no space now that he was back. You hadn’t been around before Kent had been deployed. Sometimes you’d ask Sam what things were like back then, but he would shrug it off, telling you he didn’t remember that far back. Sure, his brain was crowded with hyperactive tendencies, but you knew he also didn’t want to open up. You tried not to jump to conclusions but it was hard having nothing else to draw from but the blond’s abnormally clouded demeanor.

You stir a pot of pasta sauce absentmindedly as it simmers, the pasta waiting in a colander in the sink to be added. Three chicken breasts are sizzling in the cast iron pan in your oven, nearing temperature. It seems like the end a recipe always feels the most chaotic, everything timed to finish at once. You have to pull yourself out of your head to focus on not burning anything. You brush a piece of hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear. 5:45 pm on the clock in the living room; perfect.

You pull the chicken out, allowing it to rest while you combine the pasta and toss together the salad comprised of veggies you’d picked this morning. You set out the blueberry tarts along with a bowl of roasted hazelnuts, your most overt plea for friendship with Kent as he’d mentioned once how much he enjoyed them.

Once the pasta is dished out, chicken cut into strips and placed neatly on top, you set everything at your dining table and take a step back, leaning in to fix silverware placements and adjust the flower pot in the center of the table. You also grab the boxy bottle of fancy whiskey Pam had gifted you last winter and pour a small amount in each short glass set at the table, leaving it in the middle as you’d surely need seconds to calm your nerves. In fact—

You take a quick sip from the bottle before replacing it on the table, smoothing your sweaty palms over your thin skirt, hem resting above your kneecaps. The alcohol content will clean any germs you leave behind, right? The way your body begins to buzz only a minute later feels like assurance of that.

As you finish cleaning up your kitchen, you hear the door close and look over. Sam has his hands stuffed in his jean jacket, hair pushed up as if he’s been running his fingers through it. Kent is behind him in a light brown corduroy jacket and dark jeans. “Hey!” you greet, hurrying over. “I can grab your jackets.”

“Hey,” Sam smiles, shrugging his off and handing it over while leaning in to give you a quick kiss on the cheek. “Smells good, huh Dad?”

Kent grunts. As you look over at him, he gives one nod as he pulls his own jacket past his broad shoulders and holds it in his hand. You take it from him, turning and standing on your toes, reaching up to hang both on the coat rack by your door. “Thanks for having us.” As you turn, both men’s eyes snap upward to yours, a twisted expression on Kent’s face and a nervous one on Sam’s.

“Of course! Come sit, everything is ready.” You press your lips together, rubbing in the pink gloss placed on them. Your fingers toy with the end of your shirt, glancing down at yourself as you try to pinpoint what they were looking at. Maybe you’d gotten a bit more messy than you thought while cooking.

You allow the men to walk ahead of you and take their places at the rounded table before filling in the empty spot between them. They dig in without hesitation, talking more to one another than to you. Once in a while, Sam will say something to bring you into the conversation like, “Y/n is great at that. Tell him.” It allows you to talk about yourself for a moment, often getting nothing but a nod in response. To be fair, Sam carries the conversation between the two of them as he babbles on, so you try not to take it too personally. The way he speaks without leaving enough pauses between sentences to truly converse reminds you of the way he acted before you started dating. He’d let his racing brain take full control of his mouth and he never shut up until you kissed him. He never shut up until he got comfortable and lost his nerves… It makes you wonder what he might be hiding now. Maybe it’s just the pressure of the night, and he wants it to go well as much as you do.

As you’re finishing up the last of your pasta, you hear Kent say, “Roasted hazelnuts?” Your attention snaps up to him and you nod.

“Yeah! I thought you might enjoy them.”

“I love them.” He grabs a couple and pops them in his mouth, teeth crunching down on them. After he swallows, he says a quiet, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. There’s more where those came from.”

Sam grins, leaning back in his chair. “I told you how caring she is.”

Kent stiffens a bit. “Yeah, you did.” He grabs another handful.

With your last bite of food in your mouth, you stand and clear the plates from the table, setting them in the sink. Sam pours himself and his dad another glass of whiskey while Kent excuses himself to the bathroom. As you scrub at the dishes, Sam stands behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, chin on your shoulder.

“Thanks for making dinner, baby. So good.”

“Thanks Sammy.” You lean your head against his for a moment.

“I like your skirt,” he comments as his hands begin to slide down the fabric covering your thighs. You clench them together, his tone mixed with wandering hands all too familiar.

“We can’t do this right now,” you whisper, barely audible over the sound of running water as you scrub the dish.

“Just a little, baby.” You don’t move. “Please?”

He waits for protests, but receives none. His hands slide back up your thighs, this time pulling your skirt with them. His fingers loop themselves around your panties and pull them down your legs, letting go of you to lean down and grab them as you step out of them. He stays on his knees, spreading your feet apart and coaxing you into a wider stance. You lean over the sink just slightly, your hole exposed and positioned toward your boyfriend. His tongue licks a strip from your clit back to your pussy and you shiver at the contact, the metal of his tongue piercing providing extra sensation you had grown especially fond of.

You try desperately to focus on the dishes, sudsing up the sponge as you press it against each plate and lather it up while Sam rubs his tongue expertly along your clit, a finger snaking into you and curling at your sensitive spot. With great focus, you manage to finish cleaning and washing off each dish while he works on your wet pussy. You throw the sponge in the sink, excited to be able to just grip the counter and enjoy him. Just as you start to give in, the bathroom door opens from the other side of the room and Sam quickly pulls back, fixing your skirt for you before Kent walks out. You turn in time to see Sam tuck your panties in his pocket, unable to protest as his dad sits on your couch only feet away. Sam winks, wiping his mouth with the back of his arm and walking over to join him, whiskey glasses in hand.

You take a breath, reaching over to grab a dishrag and dry off the plates, setting them back in the cupboard one by one. You manage to regain your composure rather quickly; the times you’d spend at Sam’s had trained you to get your fix in where you could but stay on edge with the threat of his mother walking in always looming over the two of you. The dynamic had yielded a… unique sexual relationship between you and Sam. Him having such a high sex drive had you bending to his will, metaphorically and often physically, any time he wanted it without so much as word.

After you put away the dishes, you join the two men on the couch. They’re holding their glasses, yours already refilled and set on the coffee table in front of you. You take it, sitting carefully in the spot between the two of them. Your back is twisted slightly toward Sam and you’re almost positive he saw your ass in the process, still naked from his assault on your clit minutes ago. Stealing a glance, his bottom lip is tucked between his teeth, eyes lingering at the edge of your skirt.

“We’re just talking about how my dad’s been since coming home,” Sam explains, reaching forward to put his palm on your thigh, rubbing his thumb along your skin casually.

“I imagine it’s hard getting back into a routine,” you say as you turn your attention to the gruff man in front of you. You’d noticed Kent’s inconsistent patterns, often coming across him staring out at the river in front of his home in the morning or in the saloon at night.

He nods, eyes trained on the brown liquid in his hands. “You’d be right. I don’t remember having a free moment before I left. Now, I got far too many.”

“I can’t imagine how hard it must be. Now would be a good time to pick up some hobbies,” you offer, though the advice feels a bit shallow considering the magnitude of emotions he must be going through.

“I’ve tried fishing, jogging, drinking… none of it eases my mind like it used to.”

Sam squeezes your leg. “Why don’t you tell him what we do to destress.”

You look back, shooting him a confused glance. Sam twists in his spot, positioning himself to lean against the armrest of the couch, his chest parallel to your back. He places his hands on either side of your waist, pulling you toward him. “Sam,” you snap quietly behind you, but he doesn’t stop until you’re sat on his lap, your legs stretched along the couch toward Kent. As much as you want to tuck yourself in, you fear doing so would expose too much skin to your boyfriend’s father.

“Tell him how you deal with stress,” Sam repeats in your ear.

Your mind spins with Sam’s affection in front of his father; you’d never dream of sitting on his lap as you share a couch with his parent. Still, you wrack your brain for answers. “Visiting the beach, walking in Cindersap forest or the mountains… the spa is always nice after a long day.”

Sam chuckles lowly. “Remember what we did last time we went there?”

You laugh nervously, patting his knee. “Yep. What else…”

Sam presses a kiss to your neck, lips still curled into a smile as he reminisces in your late night escapade in the steamy pool last winter. You’re frozen, unable to pull your gaze from Kent, his eyes intently looking over you. Your face is surely bright red now, unsure how to process anything going on at the moment.

“That night is more along the lines of what I was thinking, baby,” Sam admits, hot breath on your neck. “My dad and I were talking about how I manage stress, and… well, I told him.”

“You told him?” you repeat in a quiet voice, quirking an eyebrow upward.

He nods. “I told him about our arrangement.”

“What arrangement?” Your tone is harsher now; surely he isn’t saying what you think he’s saying.

Sam moves his hand from your waist down to your inner thigh, pressing it hard enough to part your legs despite your physical resistance. His fingertips glide over your clit, still wet from your previous encounter, the obscene sound filling the room much to your embarrassment. Kent has a straight view to his son’s hand working you.

“The one where I have free will with your body… any time, any place, any way I want it…”

“Sam,” you hiss, squeezing your thighs together around his hand.

“Y/n,” he replies, matching your tone mockingly. He hastily pushes your thighs back apart as if annoyed at the inconvenience you’d caused by closing your legs. “I’ve been talking you up to my dad for weeks. I told him how much it’s helped me. I think it could help him too.”

Your mind is swirling. You can’t get the fact that Kent can see straight up your skirt as his son touches you out of your head. The way his eyes won’t leave you makes your skin burn. The knowledge that your boyfriend has fully divulged your sex life to his dad over the course of the month is too much to process in the moment. “What are you suggesting?”

He breathes in deep, nose pressed to your hair. “I’m suggesting… my dad can make the same arrangement with you… the only stipulation being my approval.”

You look between Sam, trying to appear confident and powerful with his nerves seeping through the cracks of his facade, to Kent who can hardly bear to make eye contact. “You have a wife!”

Sam scoffs. “You think she has enough time left in her day to let him free use her like you let me?”

“But you love her.” You’re trying to appeal to Kent’s soft spot, if he has one.

“I do,” he agrees, finally speaking up. “But this isn’t a problem she’s equipped to fix. Because I love her, she can’t help me.” You shake your head, beckoning him for clarification. “I can’t…”

“Use her,” Sam finishes his thought, finger flicking at your clit as the words leave his mouth.

“Can’t use her,” Kent confirms. “Sam says that’s your area of expertise.”

He hums. “And you can keep a secret, can’t ya?” Sam reaches around, pulling the neck of your shirt down along with your bra as he exposes one of your breasts. He toys with your nipple as the pad of his finger strokes your slit, messy sounds emanating from it despite your conflicted feelings. “Baby,” Sam coos gently against your ear. “You need to turn your brain off. It’s not doing you any good.”

A part of you wants to fight him. This is a weird situation and you’d be right to kick them both out right now. At the same time, a more submissive version of yourself is clouding your judgment. Sam tends to flip a switch in your brain; it’s like your body is physically attuned to what he needs, and it’s your mission to deliver it to him no matter what. You’d spent a large portion of your relationship doing anything he could ask, so much so that it had become the expectation that you would let him take you in whatever way he needed and you would allow it with a smile. And every time before this, you had done that.

He begins to leave kisses down your neck, nipping at your ear. His hands sneak around your ass, managing to unbutton his jeans and pull them down his thighs just enough to retrieve his hard cock. He strokes it, the feel of the soft, hot skin meeting your back with every thrust against his palm. Sam finally lifts you up, setting your hole just above his entrance. Slowly, he lets you down until your ass is back in his lap, cock now nestled deep inside you. Your head rolls back, falling onto his shoulder as you moan, your walls stretching to take in his cock. His tip almost immediately finds the spongy spot inside you that seems to short-circuit you. That special part of your brain reserved for Sam is taking over. You watch Kent through droopy lids as Sam manages small thrusts into you, him studying your body intently.

“Look at her,” the blond chuckles. “She just melts around a good dick.” He presses his cheek against your hair once more. “So what do you say, baby? I just need one little ‘yes.’”

You study the man before you. Kent looks so much like Sam but more mature, chiseled. If that’s what waits for you in your future with his son, you would happily accept it. His broad shoulders on display as he leans back against the couch, arm stretched over the top, fingers twitching like he’s fighting himself from touching you. His legs spread open, you can’t help but look at his groin and view the tented fabric there, your legs squirming as you do, heels dragging across the cushion separating you from him as you bring your knees toward yourself.

Your voice feels like it will surely get caught in your throat, but you squeak out the word anyway. “Yes.”

You can practically feel Sam’s lips twist up into a smirk and he looks over at Kent whose eyebrow is quirked upward, a small smile on his face too. He slowly lifts his arm, reaching forward to place his palm on your shin and rub it soothingly.

“Good girl,” Sam purrs. He pats the side of your ass, helping you off him. His cock slides out with a quiet pop as you lean forward, pulling your legs back toward you to fold them beneath you as you move off Sam’s lap and wait for further instruction. “She’s all yours,” Sam says to his father.

Kent reaches over, running his fingers over your side as he takes on his role. “On your knees.” His voice is quiet but strong, though the intonation of his words is less confident than you’d expect. You do as he says, never one to make a man wait.

You look up at him through your eyelashes, hands on his knees as your legs fold below you on the floor. His expression is stoic as always, and you can’t read him no matter how hard you try. Sam is easy— his lip is always between his teeth when you’re in this position with him, hand roaming through your hair as he waits for your hot mouth to please him. Kent hasn’t moved an inch.

You glance nervously between father and son, and Sam is the one to give you an encouraging nod. “Help him get his cock out, baby.”

You slowly reach forward, toying with the metallic button on his jeans. You take your time, giving him the opportunity to stop you but of course he doesn’t, only focusing intently on you. You pull the zipper down and he finally moves, helping you tug his jeans down his legs and discarding them on the ground off to the side of the couch. All that’s left is the thin fabric of the tight black boxer briefs he sports.

His jeans, made of thick denim, had given you a hint as to how he may have been feeling, but with less fabric, it’s evident. You can see the shape of his twitchy cock so clearly now that you could trace the outline of him from his pelvis down to his upper thigh; and you do. He breathes in sharply at first contact, fingertips once again shaking at his sides like he wants to grab you and take control. Sam has never shown restraint like that, always handsy.

The younger man snaps his fingers from the other side of the couch and you pull yourself out of your thoughts, running your hand down Kent’s toned stomach and underneath his boxers. You hold the thick length in your hand, hardly able to get your fingers all the way around it. Admittedly eager, you free it from the constraints of his underwear and sit back on your heels to admire the way it throbs and bounces against the brown hair sprinkling his stomach.

Kent questions, voice low, “Too big?” You shake your head hesitantly. “Good. Show me you can take it.”

Kent grabs his length and holds it toward your mouth, seemingly having found some confidence. You lean forward, sucking on the tip, only able to put as much of him in your mouth as he allows with his hand blocking access to much of his length. Your tongue swirls around the big head, greedily swallowing the precum that rested there moments ago. It’s salty but subtle, only a teaser of what he has to offer if you can satisfy him. Gradually, he moves his hand further down his length and you take more and more in, lips smacking against the side of his palm with each head bob. “You’re teasing,” Sam tsks, directed at Kent. “She’s used to having dick down her throat.”

“‘Cause you can’t last long ‘nough to do this?” he replies, not even gracing Sam with a glance over.

You look at him in your peripheral, propped up on the couch with one leg bent, his hand stroking slowly at his own cock pulled out from the waistband of his boxers as he watches you. His eyes roll in silent response to his father.

Kent asks you, “That true? Just want it down your throat?”

You nod around him, humming in agreement and sending a wave of pleasure through his cock. He concedes, removing his hand and tangling it into the hair on the back of your head. Without warning, he shoves you down and helps you meet the skin of his pelvis with a sharp thrust of his hips. You gag at the sudden intrusion, but you can also feel your slick begin to drip down to your inner thighs.

“She can take it,” Sam reassures him. “Do it again.”

Kent does. Once, then another, until he’s throat fucking you and all you can do is keep your mouth open and let him abuse it. Your drool is spilling down his thick cock, and by the time he finally pulls out, a long strand of spit keeps you connected to his tip. You’re still slack jawed from the force of it, drool running from your mouth to your chin as you catch your breath. “No complains?” Kent questions, leaning forward to run his thumb over your wet face and gather more lubrication.

“No,” you manage to get out.

“Good girl.” He motions for you to get back on the couch, helping you kneel in the spot between him and Sam. “Been too long since I got to use a sweet li’l mouth.” Kent rests a hand on the nape of your neck, bringing you back to his groin. You lick along the underside of it as it rests against his stomach while he reaches back, running his middle finger along your spread slit. A low groan comes from between his barely-parted lips. “You really fuckin’ like this, huh?”

You take him in your mouth, in no rush as you bring his tip to the back of your throat while using your tongue to tease over the throbbing vein running along the underside of his length . As he continues to run his digits over your core, you set an even pace on his dick.

You can’t help the moans and whimpers escaping your throat as Kent’s fingers glide effortlessly around your clit, and you can tell by the way his muscles constrict that he can feel it reverberate around his cock. A thick finger slips into your cunt and despite the quick fuck Sam had provided you just a few minutes ago, Kent grunts at how your walls suck his digit in and collapse around it. “She ever taken a cock this big before?” he asks Sam.

“She’s taken mine.”

Kent uses his free hand to brush your hair over your shoulder, exposing the side of your face to him as you suck on his cock. “Nev’r had such a thick cock before, huh, doll?”

You know you’ll upset one of the men no matter how you answer, so you just look up at Kent the best you can and give him a good view of his dick sliding up and down your tongue. Your foot, pressed against Sam’s leg, wiggles just enough to let him know you haven’t forgotten him. He grabs it and gives it a quick squeeze. You can feel the wet of his precum mixed with the slick of your pussy left behind on his member coating his hand as he does so.

“Her cunt takes it better if you make her cum first,” Sam says.

“She’ll take it fine long as she’s horny,” Kent argues. “‘Nd she is.”

“Which one of us has fucked her?”

“Fine,” Kent says with a roll of his eyes. “We’ll do it your way. But next time, I’m doing it mine.”

Next time.

Before you can ruminate too much on the statement, Kent adds another finger to your slick cunt and begins fucking in and out of you faster. His thumb reaches around to continue attacking your clit with harsh circles. Sam’s hands join in, groping at your thighs and hips, squeezing and stretching your delicate skin.

You find yourself getting distracted with all the sensations, mouth hanging open. Kent’s cock twitches and it falls from between your lips, slapping his stomach before bouncing back up to idle in the air, pumping blood keeping it at attention. His free hand grips at your jaw, forcing your mouth open and he shoves himself back inside, holding you to the base of his length. “I know you got better manners ‘n that.”

Sam’s palm makes sharp contact with your ass. “Apologize.” As soon as Kent releases you from his cock, you choke out an apology, trying to catch your breath and soothe your gag reflex all at once. He strokes your cheek with his thumb, directing you back to his cock with a gentler touch.

Kent’s fingers, thicker and rougher than Sam’s, stretch at your tight walls. His thumb, though a secondary concern to the digits pumping in and out of you, is still quite skilled. He catches the right spots of the sensitive nub, applying enough pressure to have you rolling your hips in time. As your moans grow louder around his cock, he picks up his intensity.

“You have to ask before you cum?” Kent inquires.

You pull off his cock to answer, holding it to your lips as you stroke the hot, thick flesh in your hand. “If Daddy says so.”

“‘Daddy,’” he repeats. You don’t need to look up at him to know he’s smirking over at Sam. Your cheeks flush red, mouth returning to work.

“She calls me that sometimes,” Sam says. You wonder if he looks as embarrassed as you imagine him to be. He clearly didn’t think that part important enough to divulge earlier.

“You already like fuckin’ daddies, huh, darlin’?” You nod hesitantly, still refusing eye contact. “Let’s see how ya like the real thing. Gotta cum first.”

You prepare for the finger fucking to speed up, but instead, Kent pulls out. Your eyes quickly snap up to his while his hands grab your sides, helping you to your knees to straddle his lap. Kent bunches the fabric of your skirt up around your stomach before pulling your shirt over your head. He makes quick work of your bra, unhooking it with ease and tossing it away. His eyes are locked on your breasts in front of his face, nipples hardened as they’re exposed to the cool air.

“Isn’t she pretty,” Sam coos. You look over at him still palming his cock at the other end of the couch. “Lips all red and puffy and used.” He’s turning himself on as he takes in the sight of you and your instinct is to reach over and help him, but Kent seems intent on having you to himself right now. His cock has nestled its way between your swollen pussy lips, dripping in your spit and the wet leaking from your cunt. He humps against you, his shaft running along your pussy and his tip snagging your hole just enough to make you jump, the threat of his length entering you present each time he repeats the motion.

“Gotta ask before you cum on Daddy’s dick,” he instructs over your whimpers. Kents lips wrap around your nipple, teeth giving it little nips as he sucks it into his mouth. If not for his forearms on your back, hands curled over your shoulders to keep you down on his throbbing length, you’d have collapsed as the knot in your stomach grows unbearably tight, head foggy with lust. You can’t believe you’re grinding on your boyfriend’s dad’s cock in front of him, but even more, you can’t believe how much you’re enjoying it.

“Gonna cum,” you cry out, head rolling as your back arches, tits pushed further into Kent’s face. He gives your nipple a quick bite.

“Ask.”

“Please!”

He scoffs, not letting up on his thrusts against you. “Try again.”

“Please let me cum,” you whimper, fingernails digging into Kent’s thighs below you, eyelids sealed tight as you try to hold back your orgasm.

“Haven’t taught her any manners?” Kent directs at Sam.

The younger blond narrows his eyes at you, and you meet his gaze through hooded lids. Your lips are parted, sucking in shallow breaths as your hips buck involuntarily with the stimulation to your core. “Don’t fucking embarrass me,” he hisses. “Ask Daddy if you can cum.” Your brows furrow. He nods pointedly to Kent, as if to clarify which of your daddies he’s talking about. “Look at ‘im.”

Your eyes latch onto the older man’s beneath you. His hips snap to yours a little harsher now. “Daddy,” you breathe, and a smirk tugs at the corner of his lip, spurring you on. “Please, Daddy, let me cum. Feels so good! Please!”

The way Kent pushes down on your shoulders has your pussy pressed down on his dick moving between your sweet lips, and with a little upward movement from the man’s hips, his fat leaky tip fits snugly into your hole, plugging you and teasing you just enough that you feel the knot in your stomach tighten one final time before promptly beginning to undo itself. You look frantically at the rugged blond, and thank Yoba he gives you permission as a moan fights its way from your throat. “C’mon, baby girl. Let go.”

His hands move to your hair cascading down your back, tugging on it and lifting your chin upward. He continues to thrust, maintaining the angle to keep his tip inside your spasming hole without entering any further. You feel the duality of being empty whilst having the sting of his fat head stretching your opening and all you want is for him to shove inside you and fuck you through your orgasm. Kent clearly knows it from the look on your face and the way your hips move on top of him, but he doesn’t allow you to take what you need from him. His tongue flicks your other nipple as you ride it out, your fingers finding their way into the hair at the back of his head and tugging gently at the dirty blond strands.

You finally drop down, burrowing your face in his neck. He smells like expensive cologne and whiskey, a hint of smokiness you can’t place marrying the two distinctive scents. Before you can relax, Kent finally angles his hips further down, just enough to push his heavy dick inside you. His hips meet yours as he bottoms out. Despite your orgasm and the abundance of wet between your thighs and coating Kent’s dick, the stretch still shocks a gasp out from between your lips. He holds you there for a moment, allowing just a second to adjust before pulling most of his length out and bullying it back in.

Each rough thrust earns a breathy moan until he sets a lazy pace, rolling his hips with every meet of your hips. The motion directs the head of his cock into your g-spot and you feel so full, so good. Kent wraps his hand lightly around your neck, squeezing just enough to increase your lightheadedness and pull you closer to him. Your eyes meet, faces only inches away. He licks his lips hungrily before leaning forward and pressing them to your swollen ones. It’s slow at first, trying to pick up one another’s rhythm. Your tongue grazes his bottom lip and he quickly opens his mouth to you, shoving his own past your lips. His hands grow grabby, fingers burying into the fat of your ass to help you meet his deep thrusts.

Kent has managed to maintain a rather stoic, dominant appearance thus far, but the mask begins to slip. He groans into your mouth, chest heaving under your palms, maneuvering your body to get himself off. As he pulls back to catch his breath, you whine, “Feels so good, Daddy.”

“Yeah, baby girl,” he agrees, stroking your cheek with his thumb. Glancing over, you notice Sam’s hard expression, clearly not having enjoyed watching the two of you make out the way you’d enjoyed doing it. Kent follows your gaze. “Think your boyfriend is jealous.”

“I think so too.” You stick your bottom lip out, looking at the younger blond through your lashes as his dad fucks your slick cunt. “What’s wrong, Sammy?” The look on his face tells you that you’ll have a punishment to face after this is over. Being patronized in front of others never sits well with him, and his father is far from an exception in any scenario.

Kent pats your hip. “How ‘bout you kneel down and give him some attention.”

You slowly climb off his length, the void of his cock from your pussy almost paining you as you’d been well on your way to your next orgasm. Kent directs you to the middle cushion of the couch, your face at Sam’s crotch. At some point, he’d stopped playing with his cock and when you pull it back out from his boxers, it’s only half erect. With Sam, it never takes much to get the blood flowing to his dick and you love running your fingers over the silky length, watching it begin to throb and grow with minimal contact. Precum begins to pool in the tip again, leaking out onto his stomach as he gets hard and creating little strings of fluid connecting his cock head to his abdomen as his cock throbs in front of you. You feel the couch dip behind you, Kent kneeling as he positions his cock at your hole and reenters, filling you so good.

You take Sam’s cock in your hand, swirling his red tip around your tongue. You love to run it along the ridge of the underside of his head, Sam always so sensitive and responsive there. He lets out a deep breath, hand resting instinctively on the back of your head. You take your que, opening your mouth and letting his dick enter as Kent begins toying with your clit.

You’re not sure if it’s on purpose, but Sam and Kent set near identical paces on each hole. You feel so stuffed with Kent’s fat cock filling all the space in your pussy, walls clenching desperately around him each time he forces his way in, while Sam’s long dick reaches the back of your throat and forces drool to spill from your lips and down his shaft as he pushes your head down. His free hand grips at your neck; he loves to feel the head of his dick through your skin as he fights to get himself all the way into your mouth. The constant push and pull has you taking the full length of both cocks, no other option left with the men on either side of you both looking to bottom out inside you with each thrust. Fully used for their pleasure, and you love it as much as they seem to.

Deepthroating Sam for so long has his cock twitching wildly, raspy moans coming out with no control. “Gonna make your Daddy cum, baby,” he whines. He secures you by your hair, thrusts growing deeper and slower until he’s holding himself in your mouth with shallow little bucks of his hips. Your tongue licks the underside of his cock as you wait for the thick white strands to shoot down your throat. As he releases, he whimpers your name. It’s a sound that always brings you to the edge and tonight is no exception, cunt clenching around the cock inside it as you swallow up Sam’s cum, pulling off with a smile and a lick of your lips.

“So good, baby. C’mere.” Sam tilts your head upward as you lift yourself onto your palms, accepting his kisses while his father continues to fuck you. One hand rubs at your clit still while the other gropes at your waist, pulling you back onto him with each thrust. “Getting close?” Sam knows you so well, he can pick up on these things just by the sounds you make. You nod fervently. Kent grabs your tit, pushing your torso up quickly so your back hits his chest. He continues to pound you as his fingers toy with your clit and one of your nipples, fully on display for Sam. He climbs to his knees, running a thumb over your cheek so sweet while he studies your face twisting in pleasure, so close to your peak. The way Kent gropes you, you think he may be getting close too. “Don’t finish in her,” Sam says, receiving an irritated grunt from Kent.

“That’s her call.”

Sam gives you a pointed look. You know you should agree with him, but you’re not one to say no, especially when you’re this close to cumming and the last thing you want is to clench around nothing as you hit your peak. You skirt around giving a straight answer. “Whatever Daddy wants.”

Sam glares over your shoulder and you’re sure Kent is returning the gesture as he begins to fuck meanly into your cunt. He leans his chin on your shoulder, whispering, “Cum for Daddy.” It only takes moments before you can follow his order, your hands clinging to Sam as you bury your face against his neck, unable to hold back loud, high-pitched moans. Sam holds you, running fingers through your hair as you’re fucked through your second orgasm. As you begin to come down, Kent delivers a few quick thrusts, hands tight on your hips as he bottoms out in you. A spurt of cum coats your cervix and you think he’s ignored Sam’s ask until he suddenly pulls out and sprays the rest of his load over your puffy wet lips. Sam seems to think he’s won, still not happy with the location of Kent’s cum but willing to accept it over a creampie. You stay quiet, sneaking a glance back at Kent as he strokes the last of his cum out of his cock, who gives you a subtle wink as he acknowledges his secret slight to Sam. The sound of his hand rubbing over his sticky cock fills the room, growing quiet as he finishes and collapses back to the couch. Sam dismisses you to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

When you return, still feeling the squish of Kent’s cum threatening to spill out of your pussy, the men are fully clothed. You grab your shirt from the floor, throwing it on without your bra. Sam begrudgingly hands over your panties he’d taken earlier and you slide those on, readjusting your skirt and joining the two on the couch. “So…” you say, “do you feel better?”

Kent chuckles, placing his hand on your bare knee. “I do. Sam was right about you.”

The younger man slings his arm over your shoulders, pulling you close and pressing a wet kiss to your cheek. “Don’t get used to it. I have first dibs.”

“You don’t mind sharing,” Kent says.

Sam grunts. “Actually, I think that’s the last time I do anything nice.”

“Really? I liked being nice,” you smile innocently.

“You won’t like it later tonight,” he assures, confirming your theory of an impending punishment. “I’m going to clean up. You should probably get going, Dad. It’s getting late and Yoba knows Mom will freak out if you’re not home after Vincent goes to bed.”

Sam heads off to the bathroom, leaving you two alone as Kent pulls on his jacket near the front door. “That was… really nice,” he reiterates as you walk toward him to see him off. “Thank you. I hope you enjoyed yourself.”

“I did,” you blush.

“I mean what I said earlier.” You rack your brain, the recent events all blurring together right now. He leans in closer, voice dropping to that familiar tone that stirs something in your stomach. “Next time, you’re not cumming until my cock is in you. I don’t care if you take it better. It’s a waste to be doing that when I’m not inside you to fuck you dumb.” You bite your lip, looking up at him as you fidget with your fingers. “And next time, I’m not pulling out.” The sink in the bathroom begins to run, alerting the two of you to the closing gap of time you have alone. Kent leans in, stealing a long kiss that has you moving closer, not wanting to break away. He grins down at you, clearly satisfied with the way he’s able to lure you in now. “Thanks again, darlin’. See you soon.”

[misfitclassismyfreetherapy]

Mairuma Incorrect Quotes #2

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Dark humor again. Woooh.

⚠️ Also this post might contain triggering topics such as smoking, juuling and more. ⚠️

Mairuma Incorrect Quotes #1

Agares: You know if cats slept for an entire day, people will find them adorable and cute. But if I do it "I have mental health issues" and "I need help"? Seems quite unfair.

Kerori: Agares Picero. You slept for three straight days with no eating, skipping three days of school, not even communicating with us. You gave Gaap a heart attack-

Agares: I suddenly lost my ability to hear shit.

Kerori: You bitc-

Mairuma Incorrect Quotes #2

Purson: Okay what happened with Jazz-kun and Lied-kun because I heard screaming beforehand and then when I came into the room they were cuddling and sleeping with eachother.

Iruma: Oh, Jazz-kun found a JUUL in Lied-kun bag and got mad and then Lied-kun called him a hypocrite because he also smok-

Purson : To make a long story short..?

Iruma: They fought and then one of them cried then comforted eachother while joking about their trauma.

Purson: It was wholesome until you added the last detail. Why?-

Mairuma Incorrect Quotes #3

Agares: This cup of coffee represents my love for myself.

Gaap: Agares-dono...it's empty..

Agares: Exactly.

Kerori: Okay, who thought you dark humor? I- Wait ...*turns her head to Lied*

Lied: *sweating while pretending not to hear*

Mairuma Incorrect Quotes #4

Iruma: Hey, Azz-kun do you think I look fat?

Asmodeus: ..Why?

Iruma: I'm sorry I just..

Asmodeus: No, why would people be so stupidly blind to not see your elusive beauty? Damn demon these days..

Iruma: * raises his eyebrows then quickly smiled*

Meanwhile..

Kerori: Imagine saying you're not depressed but your favourite song is "Look who's inside again."

Agares: Is this because I didn't follow your devi-account yet? I'm sorry that I don't like to follow akudols that I don't like.

Kerori: I hate you.

Agares: Glad the feelings mutual.

⭐Kerori and Agares is totally not inspired by my friendship with my friend irl. Nope definitely not.⭐

Mairuma Incorrect Quotes #5

Kalego: Okay you brats,what the fuck do you do when you want to call for emotional support?

Misfit Class: Oh we're fine, how are you?

Kalego: No, just no. I'm literally gonna fucking kill your therapist at this point.

Dantelion who just went to annoy Kalego: ...

UPDATED!

Mairuma Incorrect Quotes #6

Lied: What the devi? Hey, Agares what are you doing in the middle of the nig-

Agares: Do you know that there is over in lover.

Lied: Uh-

Agares: and end in friend.

Lied: UH-

Agares: and good in goodbye.

Lied: Isn't that kind of dark- anyways please go to sleep it's one o' clock in the morning.

Agares: Says your gaming addiction.

Lied: Says your coffee addiction.

Agares: Says-

Purson who can't sleep because of them: OH MY DEVI, WE'RE TRYING TO SLEEP! WE"LL DEAL WITH YOUR DEPRESSING BULLSHIT TOMMOROW. GO TO SLEEP YOU LITTLE SHITS! YOU"RE LUCKY I CARE ABOUT YOU OR ELSE I WOULD'VE BEATEN THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!

Claire's note:

Two hc I have showcase in this incorrect quote.

Uno, the Misfit Class sometimes sleepover at the royal one as a way of bonding.

Dos, Purson is a real bitch when he doesn't get any sleep.

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My content is turning into dog-shit ain't it? Yeah, yeah it is. Btw I'm thinking of making a misfit class hamilton play in my fanfic. The demons starring the schuyler sisters.

Lied- Angelica

Iruma- Eliza

Agares- Peggy

Them three because them crossdressing is my literal sanity.

What do you think? My hand tells me no but my brain is telling me yes. I still don't know who should be hamilton though, I'm open to suggestions. Anyways I wish you a good day or night! See ya guys, gals and non-binary pals!

[tarosin]

the great adventures of y/n, tommy, wilbur and phil

requested: yes/no

an: part 7 of the great adventures series - a rollercoaster of emotions

warnings: cursing, jokes about death (like the vlog) , didn’t proof read as its 6am sorry for any mistakes

it had been around a week since you last spoke to tubbo, the pair of you got into a heated argument and honestly you didn’t want to be anywhere near the boy. no one heard from you since you and tubbo blocked each other, ranboo would talk to you about how you need to forgive and forget and Tommy would do the same to tubbo eventually you unblocked each other however apart from that it was pretty much useless neither of you were willing to talk to the other person, it was just one of those things that needed time, soon enough you’d be friends again. at least you hoped that would be the case. later that day Wilbur sent you a message asking what time he should pick you up tomorrow not wanting to argue you let him know a time and went off to get ready for the night.

The car ride to Alton towers was pretty quiet the majority of the ride was spent playing random car games like eye spy or singing along to the radio as there was no traffic you got there rather quickly giving you longer in the park. you loved theme parks and Tommy knew this so he took the opportunity to invite you and get you out of the house, he also knew he would need the support. Phil began recording as you all made your way through the park the sky car was first so you could get to the other half of the park Tommy made it pretty clear he wasn’t the biggest fan of this and you and Wilbur didn’t help his cause by discussing the recent crash in Italy that killed a group of people, you pointed out all the rides you passed teasing Tommy whilst Wilbur interviewed him on why he wanted to hit 10 million subs, as soon as Tommy mentioned the girl from college your eyes widened and you sat trying not to laugh as Wilbur and Phil sat telling him to call her. Tommy looked at you trying to get back up but you responded by telling him you want to speak to her.

once off the sky car you stood with an arm around Tommy's shoulders as Wilbur spoke to the girl who you’re hoping is in on it and that they’re not calling up the poor girl unexpectedly. as soon as you were informed that her favourite ride was the smiler Tommy pulled you into a hug hiding his face in the crook of your neck

“Are you serious”

“you’ll be fine it’s the safest ride here...if you ignore the crash”

“y/nnnnn”

the four of you walked around the park looking for an easy rollercoaster as you make your way up to the smiler, the blade caught Wilbur's eye so the three of you made your way whilst Phil decided to stay back to record, you sat next to Tommy reassuring him that he’s going to be fine and how it can’t be that bad as a family with a young child got on the ride after you.

“if I pee myself will you laugh at me”

“yes..actually that’ll make it easier for me”

“Please don’t do that Wilbur”

“only for you y/n”

the ride started slowly however the speed soon picked up you sat laughing as Tommy went on to make references about technoblade and how he’s never going to die. soon enough the three of you began ‘singing’ the lyrics to road trip in an attempt to calm down a little bit. was it working? no. a few minutes later the ride came to an end as you made your way off of the ride you heard a child screaming about how fun it was

“awe”

“how is that six-year-old shouting I loved it”

“are we cowards”

“yes, yes you are”

you made it to Phil first and rambled on about how fun it was before Wilbur and Tommy made it to you both wanting to go home

on your journey to the next ride, Tommy pointed out claw machines and dragged you to them, Phil had a go first and didn’t win the dog Tommy wanted, you had a go determined to win however like Phil you didn’t win

“This is bullshit ill buy you a toy dog”

“Why are you never satisfied”

“Good question”

you walked away from the machines with the others Tommy complained that he was being forced to go on the rides, you pointed at the smiler and Wilbur announced you could all go on that now, the rest of the walk was pretty quiet after that. soon enough you were in the queue to go on duel, you were walking with Phil not realising that Wilbur was currently telling your best friend that he was going to die, the only reason you found out was because Tommy ran up to you asking if he was going to die

“Tommy, no who told you that... Wilbur stop laughing it’s not- it’s not funny”

“y/n you’re quite literally laughing”

you put your finger on your lips and walked off. you sat with Phil so you could have a break from Tommy screaming in your ear as soon as Tommy yelled there were guns the ride began, you weren’t the best at this ride you missed the target a few too many times than you’d like to admit, once the ride was over Tommy made the mistake of laughing about how low your score was you made eye contact with Tommy and placed your hand on his shoulder

“Tommy... you screamed at everything the entire way around. if that ride was any longer i’m afraid I’d lose my hearing”

“didn’t you also do shit Tommy”

“fuck off”

and with that you left the ride walking through the gift shop, you and Tommy were like little children picking up anything that was covered in bright colours, you and Tommy found a squishy monster and named it Clarence you ended up getting attached and Wilbur stayed with you as you paid for it whilst Phil and Tommy were leaving the shop

“Phil we lost y/n and Wilbur”

“sorry y/n got distracted”

you all continued walking to the next ride Tommy instantly got distracted by the dryer outside of the river rapids ride and spent a good few minutes asking to go into the dryer. at this point, you noticed another toy shop and ran off to that one whilst they argued with Tommy about the dryer a few minutes later you met up with them again as you began making your way to the next ride

“what I hate the most about Phil is his kindness”

“wasn’t kind enough to let me win on duel”

“I pray on his downfall”

Phil turned to you only to be met with you nodding as Tommy goes on to talk about hating his generosity

“Phil I've been thinking about you... it’s ruined my day”

“mine was ruined by Tommy screaming at stupid o clock in the morning”

“y/n it’s 12 pm”

“okay and I usually wake up at 3 pm this is early for me”

you stood in the queue for river rapids, as much as you wanted to make Tommy calm down you hated this ride and Wilbur saying there was a chance of drowning made you hate it even more

“y/n will we be fine”

“no this is horrifying I remember the incident where someone was dragged under a ride like this”

“Y/N”

“what are you two thinking about then”

“I’m thinking about the beyond”

“I’m thinking about the sweet release of death”

“you might be going there”

“no, we won’t”

you and Tommy began to panic as you got closer to the ride, Tommy announced the floor was moving which tricked your brain into believing that the floor was moving, Wilbur was still talking about you all dying in a few minutes whilst laughing at Phil trying to make him stop despite the fact he was clearly laughing. Tommy got on first as you were making your way to a seat Tommy pulled you over to him so you were sat together. a worker came over and told you all to keep your seat during the ride

“can I get off”

as soon as you finished your sentence the ride began to move making the others laugh

“ill take that as a no”

a few minutes later you forgot you were scared as you were too busy laughing about the fact that so far out of the four of you the only person getting drenched in water was Phil. this newfound confidence didn't last long the ride began going faster and you and Tommy got drenched in water

“We made it through the second most dangerous part”

“heh...”

you looked at Phil tilting your head waiting for him to confirm that Wilbur was just trying to scare you again. your thoughts were interrupted by Wilbur beginning to speak to the camera

“Alton towers is a very safe and risk-free theme park fun for all the family”

he flipped the camera so the three of you could be seen Phil was laughing Tommy had his head in his hands and you were sat with your hood over your head hiding your face so you couldn’t see what was going to happen. Phil told you to hold on but he was interrupted by Wilbur using the camera to record the four of you together again it was clear you and Tommy were not having the most fun on the ride compared to the others. the ride crashed into the small wall next to the ride causing it to jerk forward making the four of you hit your leg

“my fucking thigh”

“y/n there are children nearby”

“y/n, Tommy you two are lucky to be alive”

you and Tommy turned to face each other then looked back at Wilbur who was continuing to chant that you’re lucky to be alive clearly ignoring Phil who was telling him to stop. eventually, the ride came to an end and you all got off, Phil helped you walk around for a minute as your legs felt extremely weak after that ride

“you okay now y/n”

“yeah yeah thank you, Phil. I'm never going on that ride again”

you all made your way to the centre of the park Wilbur disappeared as you and Tommy stood begging Phil for cotton candy, your only argument being that you really wanted it

“please Phil”

“We can have a little”

“we’re growing Phil we need more than a little”

“it’s diabetes in a box”

“it’s pure joy”

“yeah it’s fun in a box let us get some”

“stop being a dick”

Wilbur came running out of a shop carrying as much cotton candy as he could shouting for you and Tommy to take some and run which you gladly did. the pair of you sat on the grass eating as much cotton candy as you could

“ITS BLUEBERRY”

“that is so sugary”

you and Tommy both grabbed a fistful of cotton candy waving it at the two adults in front of you both, resulting in Phil calling you both goblins, they both walked away leaving you two to enjoy each other’s company for a little while whilst they had a break from the pair of you screaming.

“that’s..that's Tommy and y/n”

it was almost time to face the smiler but before that, you had to conquer oblivion again this was another ride that terrified you but Tommy's reaction to the ride made you laugh for a good few minutes until you realised you were in the queue

“oh fuck. we are going to die”

“you’ll impress the girl and y/n you’ll impress tubbo”

“ill buy her flowers”

“This is a death trap” you went on first and sat a few seats away from the middle Tommy not far behind you

“if we die ill never forgive you”

“you’ll be fine”

“will we though”

“I mean”

“Tommy she was hesitant to answer that get me off this ride”

just like last time the ride started just as you finished trying to get off the ride

“y/n you really need to stop asking to get off the rides it makes them start earlier”

the way to the top of the ride was mainly just you and Tommy yelling curse words trying to stay calm

“Phil do we have to”

“Why could I not stay with Wilbur”

“awe look at the view”

“can we just stay up here- oh shit don’t look down”

“any last words”

“lovely knowing you all”

just before the ride was about to go down the drop Tommy grabbed your hand only letting go for a minute whilst you got off of the ride, as soon as you were making your way to Wilbur so you could all go on the spinball wizard ride he held your hand again keeping you close. your way to the ride was a range of Wilbur telling you all about the smiler or Tommy telling you all he was worried he was going to piss

“what the fuck is yours and Wilburs obsession with announcing you might piss on the ride”

you sat with Wilbur for this ride as he was the only person you hadn’t sat with yet and Tommy sat behind you both, you and Wilbur spent the ride screaming, yelling song lyrics or saying your goodbyes

“for lmanburg”

“Should I be worried.. you did you know create an explosion”

you spent the rest of the ride laughing before it came to an end. you all made your way to the smiler making jokes about how it’s all the girl from college wants to see him on.

“you ready Tommy”

“let’s go home”

“no”

“y/n you’re supposed to be on my team”

the four of you made your way through the gates ignoring Tommy who was yelling about it being a prison simulator, you sat at the end next to Tommy

“so this is safe”

“apart from the crashes yeah”

“y/n? is it safe?”

“it’s safe Tommy I can see you’re genuinely scared I wouldn’t lie in a time like this..maybe”

you and Wilbur agreed to become his wingmen and a few seconds later the ride began, you spent the ride laughing quietly as Tommy began confessing his love

“POGCHAMP”

“I WISH I SAT SOMEWHERE ELSE”

as soon as the ride ended you stood as a group again and called the girl from college, Wilbur practically yelled about how Tommy went on the smiler only for the girl to ask who Tommy was and how she wasn’t friends with him

“it’s okay mate”

“you okay Tommy”

you and Wilbur pulled Tommy into a hug.

a few minutes later you all made your way back to the car park as it was getting late. once in the car you handed Tommy the squishy monster you both named Clarence, Tommy screamed whilst pulling you into a hug before asking you how and when you were able to buy it. when you were halfway home you began to get a migraine Tommy pulled you into a side hug so you could rest your head on his shoulder and have a nap for the rest of the journey back home.

a few days late you received a message

tubbo: I miss you

y/n: I suppose I miss you too

tubbo: that’s good because I’m outside please let me inside

y/n: on it!!

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[twistedmusings]

A Midnight Prank

[Set during Chapter 5] 

Ace figured that if you were sleeping so peacefully in your bed while he had to spend a good portion of the night on the floor, why shouldn’t he try to get his revenge? A small midnight prank would be a good way to teach you about leaving him laying on the floor like that~ 

Warnings: Lime. Very mild somnopholia and food play with Ace slowly starting to realize that he might have taken a prank a bit too far. 

A/N: What better way to start this writing blog than to reveal myself as an Ace stan. I barely blinked when I first started with this game but the moment he popped up in Ghost Marriage I guess my eyes just suddenly saw the light because this boy has such yan possibilities as well as being a tease about everything. So enjoy this self indulgent drabble, I’ll see if I write more like these ò uó. 

“Oh Great Sevens…my back.”

Ace stands up and stretches, looking down at his best friend’s and Grim’s position on the floor. Of all the things Vil could do, poisoning the food? 

Well not really poisoning but cursing the food? Who the hell cursed food? Especially Trey’s baked goods?! It was a late-night snack, a team bonding exercise! To him, Ramshackle was the place he could get away with being himself without having to follow Riddle’s sometimes ridiculous rules! Yet he had just spent the good half of the night laying on the cold, hardwood floor with Deuce and Grim like some punished first year despite the fact that he was best friends with the prefect of this dorm! 

And speaking of you. 

He glares at the stairs, remembering the helpless look you had sent him as you went upstairs with Vil following short after. You, better than anybody, knew how the floors of Ramshackle were! If you had been laying on the floor paralyzed, Ace would have brought you at least a pillow!

 Maybe!

A grin spreads on his face as his brain plans out a pretty simple prank. He goes over to the chocolate cake he had taken a bite out of and scoops up some of the whipped cream frosting the cake was lavishly decorated with , grinning as he grabs  a napkin and makes his way upstairs.

“This is for betraying the First Year Loyalty Pact, [Y/N]. Get ready to get yelled at, dear manager~”

His steps are quiet on the stairs, knowing where each and every creak would be in the old, wooden stairs. It had been a while since he had pulled a prank on you, the both of you teaming up to pull pranks on others and quickly running away as soon as the plan was executed. A part of him always thought that you, the favourite of Riddle whenever you came over to Heartslabyul, would not be as on board with his pranks but seeing you come up with your own little plans as both of you hid away from your rose garden duties was unexpected and highly welcomed.

Your excited tone, the way you moved your hands. It would get Ace riled up and ready to execute absolutely anything under your orders. 

Cater had described him as being 'whipped' but Ace didn't even know what that meant so jokes on the upperclassmen, he supposed. 

He snickers as he gets to your door, praising the Queen of Hearts that it was only ajar instead of fully closed. Ace had gone over a few scenarios in his head, maybe covering your entire face with the frosting or putting the frosting on your hand while tickling your nose so that you would slap yourself. Nothing too big since he still wanted to keep his friend status with you. 

Yet his best idea had popped up once he reached the side of your bed, looking down at you sleeping so peacefully. 

"Not for long~" 

If he took a peek at the clock he could see that it was three in the morning. He guessed that Vil's curse lasted around four hours. Practice started at eight so they would usually be awake around six thirty to eat a meager breakfast and start walking to Pomefiore-- 

Which meant that if you happened to take a bite out of this delicious frosting that he held in his finger, you would wake up unable to move and miss the entirety of breakfast altogether. He would also add the extra bonus of closing your door so you would have to scream for someone to come get you. 

"Essentially two birds with one stone, right [Y/N]?" he sits down at the edge and leans over you, "Your screaming will piss Vil off so much, probably throw him off his whole morning routine. Heh, even in this scenario you are my partner in crime���" 

Ace moves to trace the chocolate on your lips, a smile on his face as he wonders just what words you would be yelling out first thing in the morning. After this maybe he should go set up his camera to record Vil lecturing you while you were stuck in your bed. 

Ah. 

His fingers weren't moving. Why weren't his fingers moving? 

"Haha...ha. O-Okay, I got this. [Y/N] say 'ahh'." 

A warm hand cupped your face as he used the one not holding the sweet confectionary, pressing his thumb against your lips and swallowing down the rather huge lump in his throat as it slowly made its way past them. Ace pressed down lightly, your mouth parting slowly as his nail scraped against the top of your teeth which allowed him to press down and watch as your mouth parted open for him. 

Shit. Shit. Shit. 

He was sweating, why was he sweating? A normal prank would have him smiling as adrenaline rushed through his body but this wasn't the kind of rush he was expecting. 

Ace was nervous. 

Thumb pressing against your tongue, he stopped his exploring there and not daring to go another step. He remembers back in his dating days during middle school, his girlfriend always insisted on doing the 'cutesy' thing and feeding each other. Strawberries, cotton candy, anything that was just cheesy and picture perfect enough to make him sigh in annoyance. Back then it had all just been a bother. 

But with you, why was it making him feel so--

"Augh!" 

Ace pulls his finger away, your lips still parted slightly as he grabbed his hand as if it was burned. 

Come on Trappola! What the hell is wrong with you!

You! You with your soft lips, warm tongue and inviting face that looked so so peaceful while sleeping. As if nothing would wake you! Just leaving the door open so anyone would come in and take advantage of the opportunity right before them. 

The infamous prefect of Ramshackle...looking so defenseless. 

"[Y/N]." 

Ace leans over you once again, the finger covered in chocolate this time making its way past your lips with no shame as his eyes seem to glaze over with unprecedented confidence. This was all for the sake of a good prank. Hell, he should one up it and sleep next to you tonight. You would wake up to Ace looking over you, unable to move as he teases you for not noticing his presence sooner. 

"You should really lock your door at night." he shivers when he feels your tongue lapping at his finger, "Otherwise next time I'll have to pull an even naughtier prank." 

He presses down on the slimy muscle, eyes widening when he starts getting a reaction. His finger moves up and down, tracing your tongue as your body starts to slowly respond to the attention of something sweet teasing your tastebuds. 

"Mmnnn." 

The chocolate was all gone when Ace pulled his finger back, licking his lips as he saw a faint trail of drool connecting his finger to your lips. You should have the taste floating in your mouth as your body slowly took in the curse. 

Ace barely notices himself panting until he takes a deep breath, fingers toying with the sheets covering your body as he leaned in ever closer. Maybe he should check? After all he wanted to prank you so good that you wouldn't forget about it. The thought making you squirm and open your mouth, begging him to put something inside-- 

"Ace?" 

Blood nearly rushes all the way back up to Ace's head as he hears Grimm's voice, the little creature looking at him tiredly as it floated towards him. 

"G--Grimm?! What--!" 

"My tail and ears hurt! I can't believe [Y/N] just left us there. When they wake up I'm going to--" 

Grimm yawns as he makes his way over to you, gently laying on your chest as the Heartslabyul student quickly stands up and makes his way through the door. He doesn't waste any words on saying good night as he steps out into the hall, gently shutting the door behind him and sliding down to the floor. 

What the hell did I just do? 

He looks at the finger that had done the act, staring at it as if it had a mind of its own. Your mouth had been so warm and now his entire body felt cold. Anf you weren't even aware that you had just left him feeling like this! 

Ace sighs as he runs a finger through his hair, standing up and making his way downstairs to check if Deuce has woken up. 

Not necessarily noticing how he bit at the top of the finger that had become so intimate with you. 

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Omake 

"Kalim? It's four in the morning why the hell are you awake?" 

Ace blinks as he supports a sleeping Deuce, the other still snoring away as Kalim smiles and places a finger to his lips. 

"I'm going to see if I can sneak in a cuddle with [Y/N]. Grimm mentioned how warm they were yesterday and I've been curious ever since!"  

"Oh, cool. Have fun then." 

The Heartslabyul student keeps walking as the Scarabia dorm leader opens the door to your room, whispering a goodnight. It was only when he heard the click of your door did he nearly drop his fellow student. 

"WAIT WHAT?" 

[1234-angelika]

Slice of Heaven

an: Hey y'all! So, I'm back. This took a little longer than expected for me to get out. This is the sixth installment of the Happily Ever After series for Derek. As always, hope y'all enjoy!

words: 1.1 k

warnings: Allusions to smut

summary:"In life, it's not where you go, it's who you travel with." -Charles Schulz

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You and Derek had been together for over a year at this point; with his job, it was hard to find time to get away. So, you had been trying to find a way to take a trip together in celebration. The two of you always talked about it, but it was less than successful when it came to the execution.

It had been a long Monday; starting the morning off on a sour note, you spilled your latte as soon as you left the cafe, you had a few troublesome recruits from the new FBI class and, you hadn’t slept well for a few nights since Derek was away on a case. You had just finished showering and changing your clothes when a knock echoed through your apartment. Glancing at the clock quickly, you frowned at the time before grabbing your nearby umbrella and creeping towards the door. Adjusting your grip, you opened the door, and there stood Derek. Take-out bag in one hand, go-bag and flowers in the other.

Derek took one look at the umbrella clutched in your death grip, and then he let out a chuckle. You opened the door wider, a sheepish smile aimed at Derek, and you moved over, putting the umbrella back where it came from. He made his way into the cozy apartment and handed you the bouquet with a dazzling smile. You gave him a kiss and closed the door after him, and walked further into the apartment. You spread the take-out over the counter, and after piling your plates high, you and Derek got settled on the couch, the tv quietly playing in the background.

“So babe… I’ve been thinking about our anniversary trip,” Derek said, interrupting the silence.

You looked sideways over at him, “mm…what about it?”

“I think we should take it.”

That grabbed your full attention. “When were you thinking?”

He shrugged in response. “I have my annual leave which Hotch and Emily have been bugging me to take. And I have to use it soon or I lose it… so I was thinking maybe next week or the week after.”

“The week after works better for me,” you said, pausing to think, “I have the academy evals next week.”

He nodded, acknowledging you and then lifted his arm onto the back of the couch. Then, taking the hint, you shifted closer to him and laid your head on his chest.

Over the next two weeks, you and Derek worked to plan your trip. With savings and not as popular of travel time, it was pretty easy. The pair of you flew into Nadi from Ronald Reagan early Sunday morning and arrived late Monday night. Since you called ahead, there were no problems checking in to the resort.

The following day, you and Derek had a slow wakeup with a bit of intimacy before getting ready for the day. You shared a beautiful oceanfront brunch with Derek before getting ready for the beach. Since Derek was getting changed in the bathroom, you rifled through your suitcase for a bathing suit. As soon as it caught your eye, you knew it was perfect. You quickly changed and gave yourself a once-over in the full-length mirror hanging on the wall. The sky blue bikini was the perfect balance of coverage and revealing. It was new. You had bought it principally for the trip with Derek in mind. Hearing him finishing up in the bathroom, you quickly threw on a cover-up and applied the sunscreen on your face. Hand in hand, you walked down to the beach.

After setting up ‘camp,’ you took off your cover-up. Your movements caught Derek’s eye, and he let out a low whistle as he took you in.

“Damn mama! You look amazing!” He said with a wide grin, falling just a little more in love with you.

You laid down on your towel and just relaxed. About two hours later, Derek walked away; you paid no mind to it and, he returned with drinks for the two of you. Fancy drinks in coconuts and water to keep hydrated. Over the day, you swam in the ocean, took a nap on the beach, had lunch from the beach bar down the way, and a little tanning. You spent your second day the same way. Finally, on the last night in Nadi, the two of you headed to the central market downtown to experience the local culture.

A quick ferry ride and then the next six nights of your trip were spent at the Barefoot Manta Resort on the Yasawas, some islands scattered along the western coast of Fiji. You spent almost every day on the beach but, you also went snorkelling and then snorkelling with reef sharks, and you went on a hike through the jungle. On your last night on the Yasawas, you took the ferry back to Nadi.

After returning to Nadi, the second biggest city, you and Derek hopped on a bus to the capital, Suva. From Suva, you took the ferry to Taveuni, Fiji’s third biggest island. You spent three days there. On your first day, you and Derek hiked Tavoro waterfalls and visited the Civa Fiji pearl farm, which was a wonderful, absolutely touristy experience. You ended the night with a romantic dinner, and sleep was lost between the two of you that night. With little sleep, the second day, you spent most of the day wandering around town. On the third day, with a lot more rest, you ventured out on the Lavena Coastal walk—which took about an hour—and then, after a quick stop at a local cafe for lunch, you spent the rest of the day at the Bouma National Heritage Park.

You guys took the ferry back to Suva and spent two days exploring the capital. You visited the National Museum and the Colo-i-Suva. You had even tried your hand at whitewater rafting in Pacific Harbour. You and Derek had planned to also try shark diving in Beqa, but you chickened out at the last minute.

For the last day of the trip, you and Derek spent it getting back to Nadi. Once you were there, you enjoyed the sun, the beach and, drinks out of coconuts for one final day. You even watched the indescribable sunset together that night. And then you were off to the airport to get back to your everyday lives.

Before heading to the airport, though, you made sure to show Derek just how thankful you were.

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[jay-and-dean]

Firefly Chapter 9 : Twenty eight years old, Come what may

By Roonyxx and Jay-and-dean

Pairings : future Dean x reader ?

Summary :  40 years in Hell, but he didn’t spend all this time all alone, he had her.

Prepare to know what happened during those years Dean never talks about. To immerge yourself in Hell, only lit by the mysterious kid growing here…

And to see some of your favorite villains again : Crowley, Lilith, Lucifer… And also Sammy and Jack…

Serie Warnings : Hurt!Dean, Hell (torture, even if we tried to not give it graphic descriptions, creepy demons, blood, violence), swearing, angst, future fluff and smut.

This story is in both Reader’s POV and Dean’s POV

Wordcount : 5900

Note : This is our second collaboration. We can’t both edit the same post, so we decided we would post 1 chapter/2 each, like we did for Same.

We both worked as much on this story and it’s the result of both our brains but also both our hearts.

Please, if you want to show love for this story, don’t forget we were together in this.

This story will be around 10 chapters and we intend to edit it every Saturday if nothing delays it.

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9. Twenty years old : Come what may

Reader’s Pov

She opened her eyes in a gasp, almost like she had slept holding her breath. She put her hand on her chest and immediately, the smell of the bunker calmed her.

This was no Hell, and even if it had been, the Winchesters had made sure Hell would never be what it was before : No Lilith or Alastair, no Lucifer, no knight of Hell…

She let go of the pillow she was holding like she once used to hold Mister Teddy bear; and looked around at the grey room. A little smile appeared on her lips : Everything was perfect.

She didn’t own anything, since Lucifer didn’t really let her pack before locking her back in Hell, but Dean had made sure that her room was welcoming enough. A little alarm clock on the nightstand, next to her glass of water and little bag of candies, a few books behind her bed, because she had always loved books so much ; he had also given her a few extra pillows.

She looked at her open closet, smiling at the memory of going to buy clothes with Dean on the second day. He didn’t want to take the risk to take her far, so they went to the closest store in Lebanon, a tiny store, where only one pair of jeans suited her, so she had bought two of them, two shirts, a few underwears, and a pair of sneakers. But her perfect items were the one Dean had given her. She really didn’t need anything else.

She sat and looked down at her wrists, they were now healed from the deep wounds caused by years of tugging at the chains but a mark was left, a scar. She rubbed her thumb on it, wondering if it would stay, thinking of the books she had read about those people who suffered slavery, their scars couldn’t disappear…

Her eyes wandered in the dark, and the red light of the alarm made her frown, she shivered. 

6:28 am.

That meant the bunker would probably be silent... And silence wasn’t her favorite sound.

She got up on her tiptoes, tugging at Dean’s t-shirt to cover her panties. And, as discreet as she used to leave her princess room with her teddy bear in her hand, she sneaked out.

No blood all over the corridors and no scream anywhere. Dean wasn’t being tortured, he was sound asleep in a bed, not even too cold or too hot, just perfectly surrounded by pillows and safe. 

A sound caught her attention in the kitchen, the calming, already familiar sound of the coffee machine in the morning, and the intoxicating smell that came with it. 

A light smile on her face, still on her tiptoes, she walked to the kitchen to see who was at the origin of that comforting morning sound.

“Hi Sam” she smiled, when he appeared in her field of vision.

“Oh, hi Firefly” he said, immediately correcting himself. “Y/n.”

“You can call me that” she smiled sincerely, earning an awkward chuckle from him. “Is Dean still sleeping ?”

Sam nodded and handed her a coffee, she took it and started blowing on it. The feeling of the flavored steam on her face was one of the things she loved so much about life. One of the million things. 

“D-Dean told me about what you’ve been through to lock Lucifer, and save us all, and me, from his cruelty” she started hesitantly. “I know it isn't worth much next to what you had to live but… Thank you. Thank you so much.”

His eyebrows raised a little, and he looked down while nodding. 

“No, it- it means a lot actually” he said. “Thank you for helping my brother in Hell.”

“I didn’t” she answered right away. “I tried. But he still got tortured everyday, he still had to bleed to death on that concrete floor; cold as death or hot enough to make the blood puddles boil… And I still slept in a bed.”

Sam frowned, biting the inside of his cheek once or twice. 

“You…” he finally spoke. “You had more than your share of horrors. You can’t blame yourself.”

She smiled kindly, she wasn’t ready to stop blaming herself, and as long as she would hate her kind, or at least half her kind that much, she couldn’t really forgive herself. But she had tried, and she was holding on to this.

“I’m going to get back to bed, with Dean” she stated. “Unless you need me for anything.”

“O-okay” he said, surprised, blinking a few times. “No, I dont… Be careful though, Dean is an angry sleeper.”

“He wasn’t angry last morning” she shrugged and left the kitchen still on her tiptoes, her mug close to her face.

She pushed the 11 door slowly, immediately smiling at the strong smell of Dean filling the room. He had been sweating, the room was a little warmer than the corridor, like his body had created a lot of heat during the night.

He was sleeping on his back, the covers crumpled next to him, his black t-shirt bunched up, slightly showing his lower stomach.

She entered slowly, carefully closing the door behind her. She walked to the nightstand to put her coffee there, Dean loved the smell of coffee waking him. 

Then she put one knee on the bed, then the other, to join him in the middle of it. 

“It’s me” she whispered when he reacted in his sleep to her movements. “It’s me Dean.”

She laid next to him , not daring to touch, just enjoying him being so close.

“Morning Firefly” he grunted, stretching his arm to reach the first part of her he could.

His hand landed on her bare thigh, grasping it to bring her closer.

Her hand flattened on his chest and her leg snuggled above his, his soft blond hair tickling her ankle. She looked up at the side of his face, her lips against his shoulder.

“I’m going to get up” he said sleepily. 

“You don’t have too” she whispered, lifting her arm to stroke the hair on his temple. 

She had held him so often, she had stroked his hair countless times… But now that it wasn’t to escort him to his millionth death, everything was different, a true Heaven.

“Yeah…” he said, wrapping his arm around her. “So tell me more about Sue.”

She smiled wide. For once, she also had stories to tell, she could finally debate about the best songs of Led Zeppelin -she hadn’t forgotten one- and tell him what food she liked the most. 

 Dean’s pov

  The bar was not too busy, and just the good, enveloping amount of loud. 

Sam kept looking around worriedly, like some monster was going to show up to hurt them because he had recognized her. But Dean was unfazed, sipping at his beer, his arm on the back of her chair. He had seen her power, and now he was sure of something : Not much could really hurt her, and if anyone tried, he would just rip them like he did Death, Abaddon and Lucifer. Nothing would stop him.

“I was so drunk !” she laughed out loud, telling her story, joy lighting up her whole face, her entire body living her words.

He smiled, engrossed by the sparking in her eyes.

“Sounds like a great evening” Sam nodded.

“Yeah” she said. “It was the first night I knew exactly where I was going to sleep” she added with a serious shadow on her face. 

Dean wrapped his arm around her and used his big hand to put her head on his shoulder. She sighed in content and put a hand on his chest.

They stayed like this for a few moments before she got up.

“I need to pee, Jesus beer !” she said before she left.

Dean watched her leave, drinking a sip of his beer. His flannel made her look small, he remembered how her dresses used to make her so tall.

“You just let her go by herself ?” Sam asked.

“What ?” Dean gave him a mocking face. “I know she is not a big fan of loneliness but I’m pretty sure she likes to be there alone.”

“Someone could recognize her” Sam insisted, ignoring his brother’s comment.

“I gave her a phone, a necklace with sigils to keep her hidden, put a tracking chip in her shoe… You heard what Billie said, no one can recognize her, she learned to vanish into the crowd when she faked her death, her powers are hiding themselves” he stated in a deep voice. “She has been a prisoner all her life, give her a break.”

“I know, I’m… I’m worried sometimes” Sam said. “I really like her, but there are moments when you seem blinded by her, Dean.”

He didn’t answer and leaned to the back of his chair, looking at the restroom door to see her come back.

Dean was not blinded by her. He knew what everyone was thinking. 

They were not hating her, and, after they met her and saw the light within her soul, they even grew pretty fond of her, who wouldn’t ? 

They just didn’t understand that bond Dean and her had, no one did. 

And Dean himself knew it was strange. He had seen her grow, and she had seen him die a thousand times. They had fought and hoped together, and they had suffered. What she had seen all of him, kneeling in his guts to hold his hand… No one could really understand that.

Having her in his home, in his life, was confusing, scary and disturbing. Thinking so much about Hell was unbearable the first three days, and at some point he really feared that it would stay insufferable. And so he stayed occupied, buying her clothes and some girl products, reading on Cambions, interrogating Demons and Angels… Even Billie. 

But Firefly was not the darkness of Hell, she was the light out of it.

The next three days became easier. He felt relieved, like somehow, his hope being alive was a closure for him. A way to give some of his memories more sense and to let go of a part of it. 

And so their bond grew. He remembered their kiss, so long ago, and spent a few hours in his bed wondering if their connection was this kind of bond, or not. And obviously, he had no idea. Of course she was pretty, beautiful even, and had the most radiant smile… But for now all he could really think, was that he needed her there, and that she needed to live for real.

He was confused, and, the more he was failing, for once, to find the right words to explain to his family why she could sit in the driver seat of Baby and turn on the engine without a flinch of him ; why she would always know when he was cold or hot, hungry or bothered before he even noticed ; how well she could know every details of his story… The more their bond made everyone wonder.

Castiel had been the most suspicious, his too serious frown hiding almost entirely the blue of his eyes. He had stared at her, and warned the brothers a hundred times about what a Cambion could do. Sam had reassured him like he could to avoid any poor choice from the angel, and Dean had just ignored him. 

But when Firefly jumped in the angel's arms, her big eyes wet, thanking him a thousand times for freeing Dean, taking his hand to kiss his knuckles… even Castiel didn’t seem so sure of her dangerosity after all.

Sam was trying his best to understand what was going on, to hide his worry behind his usual kindness. Firefly coming to their life was even more disturbing than Jack’s birth, because it wasn’t new the same way for both brothers. 

But once again, each time he felt slightly threatened by the connection between the young woman and his brother, she said or did something that showed how admirative she was of him, and how much she was ready to work on earning his trust, and possibly his friendship.

Jack was never worried, but curious, somehow craving answers about himself in the being that was both so opposed and so close to what he was.

She finally came out, meeting his eyes the second she passed the door and grinned at the music playing. She stopped in the middle of the bar, slowly swinging on the blues notes of guitars, her now shortened but still pretty wild hair nonchalantly moving on the red and black flannel, her hips moved by invisible waves…

And that’s when Dean knew the bond was indeed Love, and that, even if she needed freedom and to leave for other men, he would never stop being desperately in love with his Firefly.   

While his heart was pounding at the realisation, she came closer and took his hand. 

“Dance with me” she asked him.

Dean gave her an awkward chuckle and he could see his brother smirking in the corner of his eye.

“I don’t really da-” he cut off his own sentence and stared at her smile, who was he to put a damper on her mood, how could he resist that smile of hers ? 

With a little groan he got up from his seat and grasped her hand tighter.

“Of course” he went with her to the jukebox, leaning down to her ear and whispering. “What song do you want, sweetheart ?” he stood behind her with his hands on her hips, feeling her move underneath his palms. 

“This one” she put in a coin and as the song started to play. 

Dean turned her around to guide her to the middle of the floor.

“Elvis Presley ?” he questioned,amused, as she put one hand on his chest and another on his shoulder. 

“Yes” she murmured.”I love this song” 

Her head came resting against his chest, making a small smile form on his face at the sweet gesture. He wrapped his arms around her protectively, enjoying the feeling of her against him, ignoring Sam’s look, and some other people glare on them. He knew perfectly well how silly they looked, like a prom in the middle of a small town bar. And he didn’t care the slightest.

They swayed slowly to the song, held by each other, floating in the song. And after a little while, Dean couldn’t help but whisper the lyrics in her ear.

“Take my hand. Take my whole life too. For I can't help falling in love with you” his lips brushed against the shell of her ear, his nose in her hair. 

His heart was beating fast, he was even a little afraid she would hear it.

And when she looked up at him, he just fell harder for her. Her beautiful Y/E/C eyes shone in the dim light of the bar, those eyes that could make anything bearable, her smell surrounded him and at that moment it was just the two of them, all he could feel was her and that’s all he ever wanted to feel from now.

By the time the song slowly came to its end, they both had stopped moving, lost in each other. 

He cleared his throat and let her go with a slightly awkward smile.

“We should head home” he said with a hoarse voice, his eyes having a hard time not looking at her lips.

“Yes, home” she smiled as she said it, like she was testing out the word for the first time and liked how it sounded.

And Dean would be wrong if he didn’t admit he loved the way it sounded from her lips.

 Reader Pov

 Dean parked the impala back in the silent garage. They all got out and made their way inside.

“Thank you for tonight, I really enjoyed it” she told the brothers as her hand rested on the doorknob of her room.

“Yeah it was fun” Dean said as he looked at her, his tongue peeked out to lick at his lips, so Y/n knew something was making him a little nervous. 

“Yeah, it was” Sam repeated, his eyes flickering between his brother and Y/n. 

She could see a faint smile on his lips when he wished them a goodnight as he rounded the corner to his room.

“So…” Dean started. “You think you will sleep okay, Firefly ?” he asked.

“I will Dean, you too ?” she kept her hand on his chest, the need to touch him and have him close all the time was so strong.

He nodded, smiling at her worried face, his hand pushing a stray hair behind her ear. 

“Yeah, I will” he whispered. “No one is going to hurt me, or you.”

She gave him a small smile, reached up on her tiptoes to peck his cheek. 

“Goodnight Dean.”

“Goodnight Firefly.”

She entered her room, her cheeks hurting from smiling. The entire night she couldn’t stop thinking of that one time they kissed, in Hell. It was so long ago and in the heat of the moment, but she cherished that memory like her most precious gift, it had sheltered her from being depressed in the street, and it had kept her sane in the cage. 

She had been in love with him for so long, she didn’t even remember not loving him with all her heart…  but did he like her that way ? Could he look past the fact she wasn’t human ? That she could, like Castiel said, be dangerous… 

She crawled into her bed with all these questions turning over in her head.

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A familiar scream woke her.

“N-No stop !” she heard.

Dean.

She jumped up and ran to the room next to hers. She could hear his whimpers through the door, her heart aching at those familiar gasps of pain, she carefully opened it and went inside.

He was sweating, his hands tugging at the sheets, panting and a worried frown on his face. She couldn’t stand to see him like this.

She made her way to his bed, sitting next to him to stroke his hair out of his sweaty forehead.

“Dean, it’s okay you’re safe.” 

She sat up against the headboard and pulled him into her the best she could, his face immediately nuzzled into her chest, looking for safety. Her hand came up to stroke the back of his head, he was shaking. She started humming the song they danced to earlier, and when she did, his hands let go of the sheets and wrapped around her, holding her tight against him as his breathing slowed down.

She could feel his eyelashes brush against her neck as he slowly woke up.

“You’re safe Dean, I got you. No one is going to hurt you” she whispered to the top of his head.

“T-Thank you” his voice sounded just like it did when he was in Hell, right after his body was healed but his mind couldn’t yet process what had happened.

“It was Hell” she stated, she didn’t need to ask, she knew how it sounded, she had grown up with it after all.

“Yeah, and then purgatory, Micheal,...” he sighed. 

She angled her head back to look at him, she could see the weight in his eyes, the horrors he had seen. Knowing he had been freed from Hell was her biggest joy, but knowing he had known more horrors in his life made her both desperately sad, and raging with anger.

“Life has been impossibly hard on you” she said as she stroked the short hairs at the nape of his neck.

“Yeah, you can say that… I did some stupid things too” he said with a defeated voice.

“If you do them for the right reasons it’s not stupid Dean” she told him.

“I… I killed people, I used to have this mark, The Mark of Cain” he swallowed hard. “It turned me into a demon” he whispered.

Her throat closed up for a second, she knew of the mark, she read about it when she was looking for a way out of Hell.

“A demon ?” she asked, a little shocked.

“A knight of Hell actually” he said. “I thought of you when I was… I- I was horrible, I hurt so many people… I was the very thing I hunt” he whispered. 

“It wasn’t the real you, Dean” she said. 

“I know, Sammy cured me. He saved my ass so many times” he scoffed.

“I’m so glad you have him. You protect each other...” she inched down the bed to lay next to him, their noses almost touching.

It was just that easy, being with him, that comfortable. He didn’t move, he didn’t look away, his lips so close to hers that she almost could feel them, his glistening freckled skin roamed by shivers. 

“I’m sorry I thought you weren’t real… If I had known I-I would have looked for you, Firefly” his voice wavered with emotion. 

She put her hand on his cheek.

Dean needed comfort and tenderness, he was carrying so much, he always had been so brave… Maybe he didn’t want any of the tenderness she could give, but maybe, just maybe, what she was craving to give him would actually be a great comfort for him.

“Dean. We found each other. I’m never losing you again” she whispered against his lips.

“I’m never letting you go either” he moved his face closer to hers, his lips brushing hers.

 The tips of her hair started floating a little in anticipation, she could feel the rage she had always contained in herself fall totally silent for the first time, and her powers slightly vibrate at his touch. Her eyes were flicking from his to his lips.

Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she could feel his, and all of him, whole and alive under her touch. 

How many times she had dreamed of holding him like this, just not to hold him together, to keep his head out of his own blood, but just to feel his hair and his skin. 

He let his tongue run on his lips, like he did so often, and she thought about kissing him so hard her lips trembled. She thought about the things she experienced without him, even if he never left her mind.

When his beloved lips caught hers in a tender kiss, she closed her eyes again, like she had the first time, to focus on the heavenly feeling of him. But Dean didn't give her time to draw it out.

He moved above her, claiming her mouth deeply, his burning tongue taking advantage of a moan escaping her to find hers. He was so tall and big, his body on hers looked like an eclipse. His broad shoulders rolling to support the weight of his back, giving this man, who already was the most noble, something feline. 

“Firefly, I…” he stopped, panting above her. “That’s probably not a good idea.”

He was afraid of breaking her heart, she knew it, he was afraid of making their relationship blurry. He was probably disturbed by their common past. She knew he was troubled, but she wasn’t.

“I think we both need this” she stated calmly. “It’s a harsh night in the middle of a harsh life, Dean. Let’s just make it softer. Tomorrow, come what may.”

“Come what may” he repeated, leaning to kiss her again, his hungry mouth drifting to her jaw and the pulsating vein on her neck.

And Y/n had a thought for that guy she had slept with the first time, how his kisses felt weird and his desire uncomfortable… This was different, and new. 

“Why are you smiling like that ?” Dean’s soft voice brought her back from her mind. 

“I’m just experiencing something new” she whispered, her hands going under his shirt on his lower back to feel the delicious curve here.

“I…” he stiffed a little. “You told me you had already had sex.”

“Yes, I wasn’t talking about that” she smiled, but his questioning frown didn’t fade right away, his body and mind were still on alert from his nightmare. “You won’t let a smile stop you, will you ?”

“No” he almost growled, bending to nibble at her neck again. 

Her hands slipped inside the back of his pajama pants, happy to find no underwear on her way. She pushed him down on her a little by his ass cheek, fingers digging in his muscles there, earning a low moan against her chest when his hips met hers, and his cock got trapped between them.

His body was desperate, hands trying to touch everything at once, grazing her neck and collarbones, grasping her sides, seizing one of her breasts through her shirt… Her eyes opened on the ceiling, and she noticed a few tiny stars floating in the air.

She gasped when she felt his cock twitching, calling for attention on her pelvis, growing between them. That man she had loved for so long, the Prince Charming Sue wished she would find, her Dean… feeling desire for her.

Trying to spread her legs for him, she realized her too large pants, the one Dean had given her, was stuck under his strong and heavy knee.

“Dean…” she whined trying to get free.

“What is it ?” he lifted his head, his warm green eyes searching her face.

“My pants” she started but he didn’t let her finish, moving above her to tug at her pants, taking them off all the way. 

She smiled looking down, he was kissing up her legs. Her hands reached his head, pushing her fingers through his still sweaty locks. Once again, his hands couldn’t have enough, short nails digging in her thighs and going up to meet her panties.

He flattened his large palm on her underwear, covering it totally with a smirk she didn’t know yet on his face. She felt small, he felt even bigger.

“Can I touch you ?” he almost groaned against the shivering skin of her thigh.

“Please do” she nodded, shyly spreading her legs.

Of course he was talking about this part of her, he had already touched all the rest….

His hand didn’t leave her panties going down between her thighs when he could, feeling her folds through the white fabric. 

And the little stars multiplied. 

She arched her back, her core tightening in an exquisite pressure. She gasped in a jerk of her thighs, surprised that touches so soft could bring a pleasure so intense. She had never known that. She was aware of everything that was Dean on her, all her senses high on him, and her body reacting to the electricity roaming her whole body.

Love, she thought. It was love making her insides burst in such delicious flames. 

“Oh wow” he groaned. “You’re soaking those poor panties.”

And the new grin she had just discovered appeared on his lips again. The tiny stars were now numerous enough to make the ceiling look like a clear summer night.

His lips travelled up to her lower stomach, his nose tickling the skin here while his lips feisted on it. 

“Firefly…” he whispered before his bright white teeth caught the hem of her underwear, to drag it down with him.

She needed him. She painfully needed to feel him, close wasn’t enough, he had to be inside of her. 

So she sat with her legs on both sides of his strong thighs, making him sit back on his ankles, his knees digging on the mattress, and grabbed his face to kiss him, to feel her hero anywhere she could. He seemed to need the same thing : his arms grasped her ass cheek, carrying her up his thighs to rest on his crotch.

She moaned loud when she felt him, so hard, pressed against her bare folds. 

“I need you” she whined. “Dean, I need you so much.”

“I got you” his voice was deep and warm, his parted lips leaving a layer of steam all over her neck.

They were both too eager to wait a second more.

Dean held her strongly with one arm while he almost got on his knees, pushing his pajama pants down with the other hand before he sat on his ankles again. 

She looked down, her delicate hand reaching between them to wrap around him. He was hard and twitching, but his skin was soft.

“Yes…” he moaned. 

“I need you” she just repeated while he was panting against her shoulder. 

Saying that, she lifted her hips slightly and lined him with her to slowly sink on him.

“Fuck…” he groaned when the head of his cock entered her and kept gasping and moaning as she took more and more of him.

She hummed at the stretch of him inside of her, her walls throbbing softly to adjust.

The little stars started to fill the room a little more, like hundreds of fireflies surrounding them. But, even if they acknowledged them, they both were too engrossed in each other to really pay attention.

Y/n breathed out in relief, like she had needed Dean inside of her as much as she had needed air all this time. Her head fell back when her pelvis reached his, filled so completely by him.

“Firefly” he moaned, like it was now the only word he knew.

His hands, still holding her ass cheek, grasped her tighter and moved her on him, making her grind on him hard.

“AH !” she cried out at the pressure on her clit mixed with his cock moving against her walls. 

Her hips started to move along with his hands, in back and forth moves, in circles, until he started trusting up in a trail of growls and she couldn’t move anymore, holding on to him, kissing and licking his neck with a raging hunger.

Hearing his groans and moans, she looked up to look at him, to actually see what pleasure looked like on a man she had seen suffer beyond everything. And it was beautiful.

More than the stars and the sea, more than snow in the trees… It was more beautiful than all she had dreamed of when longing for life. 

The expression on his face could have been confused with pain, but Y/n knew better. His mouth was open and his eyebrows were up above his nose, and the little stars were reflecting in his eyes.

Bending on her, he caught her lips, trying to kiss her during their speeding dance, and failing to just pant loudly in her mouth.

Her whole body was shaking with pleasure, she could feel every inch of him deep inside of her, and her body react to it. Her skin was on fire. In a loud whimper, she let her head fall on his shoulder, her fingers sliding along his sweaty neck.

“Look at me” he said. “Firefly, look at me.”

With great effort, she looked up, resting her forehead on his, unable to focus on anything else than the orgasm preparing to hit like lightning inside her core. 

She had felt pleasure before, and even came a few times, but what was growing inside of her was way more powerful than anything she had known… 

And when it blew up, she silently screamed, her whole body falling back on the mattress as she clenched around Dean, her thighs shaking, her arms limply falling above her head. He was still trusting inside of her, holding her hips up on him.

“OH FUCK” he groaned after a few sharper thrusts.

His hips jerked and his stomach and thighs trembled when he came, falling too above her. He caught his body on his arm to avoid crushing her, keeping her up on his lap with the other hand to not slip out of her body just yet.

“Firefly” he murmured again, in the aftershock of his own orgasm.

“Dean” she answered in her high.

Her fingers went up, wiping the golden dust, vestiges of the little stars’s explosion, off his shoulder, a lazy smile on her face. 

After a minute, he carefully moved next to her in a grunt, slipping out to lay on his side toward her. She stayed on her back, in the same position she had fallen too, only her head turned to him to give him a large smile.

“You’re covered in gold” he chuckled softly.

“You too” she reached his head to shuffle his hair, but it was too wet and she only spreaded the dust on it. “Oh oops.”

His eyes were glowing with joy, roaming her face, a small smile hanging on his lips.

She enjoyed every second of this peaceful moment, knowing too well that it couldn’t last. Dean was a complex man, hurt and abandoned too often, he wouldn’t let go to a peaceful tenderness so easily. 

What she hadn’t anticipated was how fast his defences would grow back… His smile faded and the bliss vanished from his face. Something she didn’t like shadowed his features : Guilt.

“Firefly…” he sighed.

“I know, Dean” she cut him. “This was one time. This was to feel better. A good moment in a harsh life.”

She didn’t want him to feel guilty because of her. He cupped her face and pecked her lips before he grabbed the band of his pants to put it up.

“Do you want me to leave ?” she asked very low.

“No” he shook his head right away. “No stay… I didn’t say that to… you know, but just so you don’t imagine that I… I just… can’t really be with someone, and you… We… are complicated.”

She nodded and turned to her side to take him in her arms, nuzzling on his chest. She could wait for him all her life, she could even wait for something that would never come, that didn’t frighten her.

“Fall back asleep” she said. “I’m chasing the demons.”

Dean’s Pov

He held her close as he watched her sleep. A little smile on his face as he was drawing patterns in the golden dust that covered her entire body. She was so precious to him. She was too good for this dark and rotten world.

She was too good for him…

He had never felt this way about someone, this intense feeling, as if all the little stars that flew over his head mere hours ago were now blooming in his chest. But this life didn’t allow those kinds of feelings.

A deep sigh left his mouth as he thought of all the people that used to be close to him. Charlie, Kevin, Bobby, Jo, Ellen,... so many of them had met a merciless fate because of him.

Because he was poisonous. He would never let that happen to her.

He looked down at her as he felt her nuzzle deeper in his chest. It was then that he promised himself he would do anything to protect his Firefly. Even if that meant breaking his own heart, because after all...

Wasn’t he the biggest danger for her ?

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[uwua3]

Hello!! I love your writing and how detailed it is! And if requests are open could I request hcs of Juza with a s/o who loves to bake? Thank you!! 💖💖💖

now,, this... is a Move. juza being pampered by an elite s–tier baker who shows their love through food 🥺 perhaps it is what the cutest tough boy deserves !!! i love this prompt, thank you so much! love you ♡

summary: a love that feels like home blossoms between a baker and a boy who loves sweets

author’s note: this starts off with strangers > friends > lovers! i hope you like it even if it’s long!

just juza on the brain, that’s it. i think juza is beginning to be one of my favorite boys to write, this was so fun to re–read and laugh about! it’s a take on forming a friendship over sweets and how sweet new love can be ♡

word count: 5,091

music: sunflower, vol. 6 – harry styles

baker’s boy!

🍁🍰 hyodo juza

it was your first day continuing your family legacy by moving your bakery to veludo way!

you had worked day and night working minimum wage serving in restaraunts after running your family business ever since you could walk. you finally saved up enough to move the bakery to a better, more popular location to gain more business!

your family had practically given up on the decades–old business, barely putting in any effort to help you design the interior, contribute with the baking, or even advertising on the streets. so to you, this business was yours and your achievement alone

just like every morning since you were six, you rose bright and early at 4:30 a.m. to start preparing the fresh batch for today to guarentee the best, cutest desserts anyone could ever feast their eyes upon

you practically left your studio apartment and ran downstairs to the first level, where you set up the bakery for everyone to come and buy your products

you couldn’t help your excitement! you threw on the first apron your grandmother had gotten in celebration of the first day ever. it was stained with tons of sugar and flour, but it was your reminder everyday you were carrying on the dream your grandparents fantasized about

you flipped on the lights and basked in the new scenery. the bakery was decorated with beautiful flowers lining the windows, floral accents like vines and hanging plants at the top of the walls, and vintage designs your grandmother especially adored on the white chairs around lacy tables. your glass display counter was begging you to stock it with sweets, its empty surface almost making you feel sad

but, how could you be sad? this was your bakery and today was a brand new day! the kitchen was pristine with all the supplies you needed, and it didn’t take much for you to start baking until the early hours of the morning

decorating was your favorite part of baking! you were happily putting icing on cupcakes, designing them based on your recent addiction to animal crossing. you even made one for different characters, gazing upon the isabelle and nooks with pride

you couldn’t believe it... this was your business. you looked up, knowing your grandparents were overjoyed to see you baking with all your heart!

you kept going, preparing fresh batches of fun japanese sweets like mochi ice cream, hakuto jelly, and even fun ones like coffee jelly! by the time you were somewhat done, you glanced up at the clock and grinned. it was 8 a.m., time for opening!

you perfectly set up the displays and beamed with pride, running out to the store front to flip the sign to “open” for the first time. the fresh air outside was satisfying, and the leaves on the trees rustled as students were heading to school on route with their bicycles and in groups of friends

you had dropped out of school to be able to continue the business, much to the disagreement and shame from your parents. so, watching classmates pass by without a second look was hurtful, but you refused to let that get you down. you simply patted your apron down, headed inside, and sat at the counter waiting for customers to come rolling in!

apparently, it was much harder than that

despite the coupons given out at markets to get people interested in the low prices, the constant flyers handed out even if it cost you your social energy, and word by mouth, it wasn’t enough to make your first day a smashing hit

but, that was okay. sometimes, businesses needed time, that was all! all day, you snacked on one of your own creations as the electric fan whirred, rotating side to side lazily as the heat began to kick in (maybe, you should have put funds aside for some a.c.)

it was about school–closing time, you were beginning to grow restless from not seeing anyone. it was hard not to talk to at least someone, or see anybody just looking at the designs you worked so hard

you were about to start cleaning up and closing early for the day to get some rest for tomorrow morning (and maybe a quick nap), before you noticed a stranger loitering out front

you nearly fainted. he was so... intimidating. the boy was in his school uniform, his bright purple hair was slicked back with straight, matching eyebrows above his narrowed, sharp yellow eyes. what was he looking so intently at?

you followed his line of sight, and noticed he was staring at one of your cupcakes! it was the isabelle one, with a cute bell–bag bow and the happy expression stared back at him. you became ecstatic, almost tumbling off your bar stool as you brushed off any powder on your apron. was he about to be your first customer?

you left the store quickly, sounding off the bell above your head as the student almost stumbled backwards, eyes widening as you came over to him with a big grin

“hi! are you interested in any of my desserts today?” you asked, your voice peaking at a way too high tone as he blankly stared at you, eyes shifting back and forth to the cupcake and you

it was like a major internal argument was happening before he simply turned around and started walking away

in that moment, you were about to give up before you clenched your fists at your sides with determination. you couldn’t lose your first customer!

you immediately followed him as he looked over his shoulder, eyes widening again as he sped up his pace

“hey! if you like my isabelle cupcake so much, i’ll even give it to you!” you desperately offered, seeing you guys were about to reach the end of the street and you left the bakery unlocked. a cold sweat ran down your back when you realized you could’ve gotten robbed, but (somewhat) luckily, you had no business

the purple–haired boy stopped, but he didn’t turn to face you. he was thinking again, his hands in his jacket pockets as he turned to look at you, up and down like to see if you were a threat. he slowly nodded, as if he was still reconsidering his options

you smiled, giving him no time to think as you cheered. your first customer (even if it was technically free)! you turned on your heel, heading back to the store as the high schooler trailed after you hesitantly

when you went back inside with a jingle of the bell, the boy awkwardly waited by the counter at a safe distance as you packaged the cupcake inside a white box with the design of your cute logo that was above the door

(you noticed how he shifted from one foot to another, pretending like he wasn’t admiring your creations. it was sweet, in a way, as he glanced at your other works and seemed to be in a better mood. you smiled)

you went around the counter and held out the box, knowing the cupcake was safely protected to go as he carefully took it, debating on what to say before he nodded

you were about to go about your day, happy someone was going to eat your dessert, before you felt something get slipped into your hand

it was a bill that covered about three cupcakes. your jaw dropped and you looked at the high school student who’s face suddenly went red as he roughly shoved his wallet back into his pant pocket, still holding the box in the other

“you... thank you.” he finally said and your heart felt like it was on a sugar rush. his voice was deep, but timeless, like he’s lived a thousand lives and knew the ancient wisdom of a million men. it was pleasant to the ear; your shock must have made him insecure as he began shifting back and forth again

“i–it’s no problem!” you got out after a beat of uncomfortable silence, seeing an exhale of relief leave his lips. he nodded again, about to turn before you stopped him, placing a hand on his shoulder as his muscles tensed

you knew you had crossed a line, but you just had to know as you nervously laughed, trying to ease the tension

“what’s your name?” you asked innocently, not realizing his thoughts were racing a mile a minute as he blinked, trying to find a way out. he just sighed, figuring there was no harm to respond to the cute baker who just provided him a present he would’ve regretting coming home without

“juza.” he simply stated, leaving as the bell rang out again. you released a breath you weren’t aware you were holding, collapsing on a nearby chair as you stared at the palm of your hand that touched his shoulder

he was strong to the touch, and it was obvious in the way he presented himself. but, his intentions were kind despite his stand–offish attitude. his immediate instincts were fight or flight, and it made you feel accomplished to see he found the interior of your bakery calming

juza... you thought, wanting to see him again. it fit him well, wondering where he went to school and why you never noticed those yellow eyes before. they were almost the same shade of the yellow icing on the vanilla cupcake he just paid for

juza was the first and last customer you had that day, but you didn’t mind as much

you approached the blackboard stationed next to the stairs listing your goals and objectives. you picked up the stick of chalk, adding a new reminder: “make two more cupcakes tomorrow for juza”

you went to bed that night oddly content and satisfied with how everything went, despite the low turnout

juza arrived at the mankai dorms by evening, ignoring banri’s attempt to start an argument by asking where he was the entire time after school

(juza just shrugged silently, refusing to admit he stopped by a park just to sit down at a bench to admire your isabelle cupcake. he almost couldn’t bring himself to eat such a cute little thing, and unwrapped it before indulging)

(juza knew this was the best cupcake he’s ever had in his entire life. it was made with love, and juza finished it before he could even blink. juza felt comforted, like he was home)

(juza carefully kept your business card at the bottom and made sure to include your bakery’s address in his daily commutes from here on out)

it was the next day! it was the same routine: waking up happily and dedicating hours of your early morning to the art of sweets! this time, you put time aside to repay back that sweet but scary boy with two more cupcakes

this time, you made them based on luigi & daisy! they had button noses with adorable details you were proud of! you made the wrappers have little bows and managed to even attach a little green one–up mushroom

you didn’t know why you were so excited to open up shop as you skipped out, turning the sign to “open” for a second time. maybe, you’d see juza again today and give him your work!

you had waited patiently at the register, watching the crowds of people pass by. sometimes, your hopes would rise when someone pointed out to their friends the chalk menu you had at the front before they moved on. you didn’t let that get you down as you swung your legs, waiting for that juza to come by so you could thank him

it was school closing time, and you noticed the purple hair and college jacket this time as you leaped to the door in a moment of joy. he was walking this way again!

juza was looking at the window display again, appreciating the creativity and dedication you put into your desserts before he felt you tugging at his sleeve. he looked down and you were looking at him expectantly

what did you want? was he giving you bad business? juza glanced inside the store and nearly winced. empty again, even though your desserts were the best he’s had

“juza!!! i have a special gift for you!” you exclaimed, dragging him inside as your heart pounded against your chest. you didn’t know why you were being so open with a boy you just met, but there was something soft about a rebel kid who really liked your sweets even if he didn’t say it out loud

juza was overwhelmed. you made something for him? why? juza was almost panicking, but his exterior was stoic as always. you couldn’t tell he was nervous, because you were too focused on locating the box

(he looked behind him, seeing nobody that would find out he actually really loved desserts at this time of day. phew, his reputation was already bad enough)

when you came back from the kitchen with a perfect box, juza held it tightly, looking at it then to you as if to silently ask for permission to open it. you nodded, thrilled when his eyes sparkled at the sight of the nintendo cupcakes

(he looked so happy, it looked like he was about to eat the whole thing right then and there!)

this routine repeated for a month or so as you began to slowly build your business up from the ground up: juza would wait outside by 3 p.m., you’d invite him in to give him whatever pastry he was staring intently at, he’d pay you way too much, and you’d give him extras as a treat the next day

juza always avoided crowds if they formed in your store, and those were the saddest days when you saw him quickly run away if there was another person. he was skittish in a way, like a cat

(you didn’t tell him you decided to make your break time from 3—4 p.m.)

it took a month of baiting him with a new selection of desserts everyday, inviting him inside to be surrounded by the floral interior, and trying to open him up with excited small–talk and innocent questions before juza sat down at one of the seats to eat the dessert in–person

you had discovered he really liked moondrop cake, so you made one especially for juza! when you gave it to him, it was refreshing that his genuine enjoyment for your creations never went away and he was just as happy as the first isabelle cupcake to now

you were about to wave him goodbye before he unexpectedly sat down at one of the tables, carefully peeling off the wrapper as he ate your raindrop cake in silence

you were stunned, he was like a cat you had to give food to so he’d build a meaningful connection with you. it was almost funny enough to make you burst out laughing in the middle of the store as you went back to the kitchen to give him peace & quiet

from there on, you learned more and more about juza everyday. you, at first, were a bit scared but your fear went away once you realized how gentle he was with handling your creations

(you picked up on the fact he always picked up the chair and placed it down to avoid hearing it scrape against the tile. he flinched whenever you accidentally hit your whisk against the bowl or if a car honked outside. you learned to be quiet around him because his presence was genuinely comforting)

one thing you learned about juza was he was actually a high school thug in a school nearby, apparently

(you almost didn’t believe it until one day, he came running into your store hiding from obsessed boys wanting to be just like him. you had to put on the best lie of your life as you sadly told the boys juza would never be in a desserts bakery as he hid under the counter, snickering into his hand)

(you two burst out laughing when the door closed, holding your stomachs from how hilarious the situation was)

now, he was an aspiring actor apart of mankai’s autumn troupe. his eyes shined the same way he saw your desserts when he opened up to you about acting, before he was acutely aware of you hanging onto every word and awkwardly cleared his throat, going back to eating

you enjoyed juza’s company, he was soft and tough all at once and you always looked forward to having him over

(he never admitted it, but the highlight of his day was seeing you. he stopped engaging into after school fights because he wanted to see you as soon as possible. even in his last class, his leg was bouncing up and down because he always bolted out of the building like his life depended on it)

(no one questioned where juza hung out for hours after school, even though banri made some joke about a date. juza just blushed, clutching the bag of sweets you gifted to him as a treat)

(maybe, just maybe, he even liked seeing you and watching you out of the corner of his eye more than your desserts)

(he’d never tell you that, though)

when juza came in, the bell jingled at the same time every day ever since you chased him down and gave him an animal crossing themed cupcake

it was the weekend this time, and he was wearing a casual white tee shirt and his usual purple letterman jacket

you were serving a trio of local kids who had their bikes parked outside of the store, they were all jumping over the cute and realistic pokémon design you had today based on the starters in sword & shield

“you’re so talented! i want to eat them all!” one of the kids exclaimed and you were practically sparkling with happiness, having no problem giving them extras and patting their cheeks with a smile. juza stood by the door, letting the spring air in as he admired the way you handled the situation

(personally, juza didn’t know how to handle children. they were always too emotional, crying about something he didn’t know how to fix. he’d just unintentionaly glare and hope it went away)

as you guided the kids to the door, they all stopped dead and stared wide–eye at the looming thug at the entrance. juza just blinked, not knowing what to do as one of them looked like they were about to cry

was he glaring at them right now? he didn’t mean to, his face just naturally was like that. juza uncomfortably shifted on his feet, about to take off before you placed a hand on his shoulder again

(juza blushed and looked as red as the scorbunny ice cream)

“don’t worry, guys! this is juza, he’s my resident taste–tester! he makes sure no bad guy came and poisoned your food!”

you teased, patting his arm the way you did with the kids

(inside, you were sweating. was his muscles always this strong? you wanted to loop your arm under his)

the kids let out a sound of awe, their point of view suddenly changing as they got closer, poking juza’s arm as well with sudden interest

“really?! you’re a hero, then!”

“and lucky! i want to eat sweets all day, too!”

you giggled, fondly pinching one of their cheeks as you shook your head, mustering up your most exaggerated tragic expression ever

“no... it is a scary, scary task. manju here must eat every batch and risk his life everyday so you can eat good food!” you laughed, holding a small conversation with the kids about the lore of your bakery as juza gripped the door frame, stunned

(manju? he thought, feeling hot under the collar all of a sudden. he liked it when you called him that)

when the group of children biked away with their newfound treasure and animatedly yelled over to one another, juza watched you hum an unfamiliar song as you began sweeping

juza coughed, trying not to be weird about it as he forced himself to talk

“manju?” juza asked, pretending to be casual by moving the furniture out of the way for you to sweep the room easily. he didn’t catch the way you nearly dropped the broom as you realized what you called him

“manju... like the bun with red bean paste. kids have a hard time saying ‘z’ for some reason.” you tried to play it off like it was nothing, but juza quietly took it in as he looked at you, staring as he seemed to think it over

you nervously stopped cleaning, looking back at him and trying to communicate that you didn’t mean to scare him off. maybe nicknames were a bit too extreme for him, he didn’t seem open to the affection you wanted to put aside for him

juza put the chair back down softly, turning his whole body towards you as he nodded. he stepped closer, taking the broom gently from your hands as he began sweeping for you

“i like manju.” he mumbled, suddenly moving to the other side of the room as he left you standing in the center of the bakery. you couldn’t believe it! juza liked your endearment? did this mean you guys were officially friends?

you glanced back to see him almost reaching for one of the dango rice dumplings you hadn’t stuck on a stick yet. you gasped loudly, scaring him to pull his hand back

“manju!” you dramatically yelled, watching as he tried to hide his slight smile. he quickly took a dumpling, disappearing off into the kitchen he knew far too well as you chased after him with no cares in the world

it was unknown to both of you, but that spring afternoon with the door open was the start of a budding romance between a baker and a boy who loved sweets

you had gotten juza’s number and put his contact under: “manju 🍡🍥🍦”

(he put yours as: “dango 🍡🧑‍🍳” after the whole dango–heist operation in your bakery)

(whenever you asked what it was, he just shrugged and said your name just like everyone else. in reality, your contact was the only one with emojis. it had a silly picture of you two after he accidentally tripped and whacked a bag of flour on your head)

(the picture was you staring blankly at the camera with an all–white look, sitting on the floor surrounded by even more white powder. it still made juza exhale sharply through his nose when he looked too closely)

juza started staying longer, even past your break time as customers came in. he stayed even though he got anxious around crowds, reserving his special seat behind the front counter and often was known as an employee

(he basically was, he left his comfort zone when he helped people choose desserts based on their mood and proved to be the best unpaid worker ever. he cleaned up without being asked, worked the register, and even sometimes took your shifts if you looked tired)

(you should really start paying him)

(poor boy was using his funds only on you)

as a local business, you did everything by yourself and it made him uneasy to know you did all this work (so helping out was helping him calm down knowing you were at least resting at some points)

juza helped you expand your taste in japanese desserts; like akumaki, imagawayaki, and higashi packages! you learned from him just as much as he did with you in the kitchen

as payment to his services, you began teaching him how to bake at home, too! you gave him the basics and always had fun showing him what to do. juza was extremely careful and always paid attention, showing he really did care about desserts (and your lessons as he always looked you in the eye intensely)

(it always made you stutter, but it seemed like he never noticed as he nodded attentively)

juza even brought his new skills back to the mankai dorms, offering to make desserts for anyone at home and always had something ready

(omi was impressed, patting juza on the head every time and complimenting his skill in the kitchen these days)

(taichi would whine, asking why did juza eat half of the serving if it was for everyone else. juza just stuffed his face, knowing you were a much better baker and he missed your food)

(and he missed you, juza thought. sakyo raised one eyebrow at juza’s sudden red face, but didn’t question it)

one day, you decided to take your relationship to another level by walking to his dorm around 5 p.m. you cancelled on juza today, pretending like you were gonna be baking all day for tomorrow. he simply sent you a thumbs up (he wasn’t much of a texter anyways, though he did try to avoid phone calls)

you were in front of the mankai dorms, already hearing chaos as you pressed the doorbell cautiously. suddenly, everything in the house went silent as if they were all aware they had neighbors

you waited, until an extremely tall (6’3”) beast of a man stared down at you with a heartfelt smile. he had flour on his face, was he baking?

“hi! can i help you?” he asked, tilting his head down at the bakery box held tightly in your hands as you blushed, looking at the floor like it was the most interesting thing in the world

“um... is manju—juza, juza home? i have a present for him.” you held up the box, and suddenly omi’s eyes lit up in recognition. so those were the boxes omi always found recycled with that one logo

“he is, do you want to see him?” omi was about to let you in before a very excited, hyperactive boy with flaming red hair poked his head out from under omi’s arm, grinning like he came across a very important secret

“are you juza’s partner?!” taichi exclaimed, not giving you any time to answer as he squealed, making the connection to the logo on the box you had to juza’s new kitchen skills

without time to even think, another teen around juza’s age peered over taichi with a lazy glance up and down, suddenly grinning the same shit–earing grin he always had when he knew something was about to go down

“juza! your partner is here! i knew you were having a date with someone!” banri yelled over his shoulder, resisting omi’s attempts to push him inside and keep taichi at bay. you blinked rapidly, trying to process what the hell was happening

(you recognized them now, they were juza’s homescreen. it must have been juza’s autumn troupe! they fit the descriptions juza had, you just didn’t expect this much polarity between their personalities, but it worked somehow)

you heard juza yell at banri for being invasive and knowing no boundaries, before he went to the door and almost dropped his whisk. your heart skipped a beat, he was baking, like you taught him. he actually liked baking

juza was flustered, trying to get any word out as omi dragged taichi away with a strict fatherly attitude (“leave juza alone! i might have to put you in your room, do you want a time–out?” “omi~ i’m not 5!” “then stop acting like you are!”)

“manju?” you asked as he stepped outside, closing the door behind him. you heard a man yell at the rest of the autumn troupe to stop eavesdropping, you identified it as yakuza sakyo. you shivered, he even sounded scary

“hi.” juza said, beginning to shift on his feet again. he didn’t look angry, almost pleasantly surprised to see you outside of their scheduled meetings. you smiled, pushing the box in his hands and laughed

“you know, i see where you get it from.” you joked as juza quietly laughed as well, rolling his eyes at the autumn troupe. you knew he loved them, though, and against your will, you wondered if he’d ever think of you like that

“ha ha.” juza deadpanned, gratefully taking the box as he watched you, not bothering to hide his smile. it was refreshing to see you

before you could leave, juza suddenly realized something as he demanded for you to wait and hurried back inside. you saw movement against the curtains, the boys leaving their hiding spots to go tease him some more

juza yelled at them to stop, though not angrily, as he shut the door again. he stood on the steps with a different box, this one all black with his name written in purple calligraphy

“here.” he gave the box to you and immediately went inside, almost embarrassed to be giving you something in return besides money

(really, he’d save the other half of whatever he made for you)

you almost teared up at the sight of the imperfect desserts, all gently wrapped and it was so obvious juza tried his hardest to replicate your own style. he really did care

as you left, you felt a ping from your phone. you opened it to a text from juza’s number:

“juza’s favorite dessert is anmitsu with cream. maybe some strawberry milk, too — sakyo”

you headed back to your bakery to get to work with the best dessert plan yet: you were gonna ask out juza “manju” hyodo to be your boyfriend

it was the next day, juza went in thirty minutes earlier today as he claimed his usual spot behind the desk. he was about to ask where your display was before you came out of the kitchen, holding a platter that made his jaw drop

you had anmitsu! it was a dessert with anko and cubes of agar, with a small pot of black mitsu syrup on the side with mochi, fruit, and ice cream. to top it all off, was a carton of strawberry milk

juza was speechless, unable to say anything as you placed it down in front of him. how’d you know?

you were about to say something, but shook your head as you pushed the dish closer to him. juza noticed three characters carved on the ice cream with the syrup:

B F ?

it was the best anmitsu juza ever had

a love that felt like home blossomed between a baker and a boy who loved sweets

[s-trawberryv-eins]

A Poorly Kept Secret

NOT MY GIF

Prompt: Fake not dating for @lets-hargrooves writing challenge!

Summary: The plan was to keep it secret a little longer. Sam has other ideas.

Warnings: Violence, injury, angst.

A/N: My terrible and LATE entry for the Valentines Day Writing Challenge. My prompt was fake not dating. I kinda strayed but I think (?) it still counts! It’s absolute trash, it’s sh*t, don’t waste your time! Hasn’t been proofread, try not to throw up when you read it!

Bucky Barnes x reader

Avengers x reader

Word count: 2839

Masterlist

“Good evening Agent, Sergeant.” As Y/N and Bucky strolled into the empty common room hand in hand, the were immediately greeted by FRIDAY. “You’re both required upstairs straight away.”

Sharing a look of confusion, the pair headed straight to the elevator with a shrug. As they waited, Barnes realised he really didn’t want to let go of the girls hand. Tonight had been their third date, and his feelings for his teammate had grown quickly.

“I wish we coulda stayed out longer.” Y/N smiled at his confession, a faint blush staining her cheeks.

“Me too. But I’m gonna run the risk of assuming we’d both be up for another date, so I’m not gonna cry too hard about it.” The smile on her face made her cheeks ache, but she relished in the feeling. Taking a step closer to the soldier, she kept her eyes on his, staring up through thick black lashes.

“I would 100%, most definitely be up for another date, Miss Y/L/N. In fact, I insist upon it.” Barnes’ words had her blushing again, and she subconsciously scolded herself for falling for the man so quickly.

“I’ll make the reservations.” Bucky left no room for disagreement but found she didn’t mind so long as they were going out again.

“Where?”

“I’m not telling.” And then her lips were on his and she swore she’d never felt anything like it before. Soft and hot, seared into her brain for the rest of time and thank god because to forget this would be to commit a crime punishable by death. Bucky’s hand that held her own was pressed against her back, holding her ever closer. His other hand rested at the base of her neck as he ran his thumb over her flushed cheek.

It wasn’t their first kiss, but it was most definitely their first kiss. And as they separated, breathless and surprised by Y/N sudden initiation of the intimacy, they stayed close; foreheads resting against each other, hands still entwined. As if the universe had been looking down on them, the elevator doors opened not a second too soon, allowing them to have their moment in peace.

-

After no less than fifteen minutes in the board room, the team was fully briefed and boarding the Quinjet, headed for the Appalachian Mountains. Tasks and objectives had been delegated, and everybody knew their roles.

“Hey Y/N? Where were you tonight?” Natasha and Y/N had planned to train together, but the latter had bailed after making plans with Bucky.

“Oh. I was on a date, actually. Some loser I met on my run this morning. Definitely won’t be seeing him again.” Scrunching her nose up in faux disgust, Natasha laughed and went to sit with the girl to press for details. The lie came easily enough; she was rather gifted in the field of espionage after all.

Something in Bucky’s chest sank a little at her words. It’d been his idea to keep it between the two of them, but it wasn’t pleasant. When Sam approached, it only made matters worse.

“Why the sour face? You mad cos people here can actually get dates? Ha. I’ll set you up Barnes!” Trying his best to tune his friend out, Bucky made himself comfortable. It was going to be a long flight.

-

After three days, the Winter Solider was becoming increasingly frustrated with the current state of affairs. Barnes and Barton had been paired up and given the job of the eyes in the sky. The site they were aiming to infiltrate and take down was located on the east side of the mountain range. Hawkeye and the Winter Soldier were to keep an eye out, and slowly dispose of the guards who stood around the perimeter.

The facility was expecting two ‘specialists’ to arrive from England. After the team had located the expected, they grabbed them before they’d made their presence known. Upon learning that the facility did not know what they looked like, only their names, Y/N and Sam had volunteered to go under cover; Bucky wasn’t happy, but he was even more unhappy that he couldn’t really protest.

The rest of the team were to infiltrate the site and free the hostages being held there for human experimentation, before taking the whole thing to pieces.

The only problem was, this couldn’t be an in and out mission. It relied heavily on Falcon and Y/C/N disabling the surprisingly high-tech security system.  In order to stand a chance, they had to be trusted enough to be left alone - an unlikely feat.

“Romanoff,” Barnes’ watchful eye spotted two guards approaching from the right, a blind spot the redheaded assassin was working around. “3 ‘o’ clock.” With his eye trained perfectly on the scope of his weapon, he offered a countdown for Black Widow to position herself accordingly.

“In 3...2…” In the space of a second, Natasha had cleared the space, Bucky had fired, and his targets were down. Clockwork.

A thankyou from Natasha and she was back to work. 

“If everything’s gone to schedule, we should be clear for entry in 3 minutes. If not, we’ve got trouble and we need to get those two out of here.” 

An arrow fired, narrowly missing the Captain as it soared through the air and pierced the jugular of an approaching target. Steve’s eyes tracked the path of the arrow, scowling when they landed on the man who let it fly.

“Nearly had my eye out, Barton.”

But with a soft smirk and a tilt of the head, the marksman replied “no chance, Cap. I never miss!”

“If you’ve done flirting, shall we?” Tony’s voice rang out, summoning those on ground level to the rendezvous point. As they approached, Steve stood forward, waiting for Tony’s signal to attempt entrance. The blond reached for the door but jumped back into a defensive stance when the buzzer sounded, and the door seemed to open by itself.

Everyone readied for a fight, unsure of what they’d find waiting for them behind the large steel contraption when a voice crackled through.

“I’m sorry guys. We were made.”

-

The doors peeled open, loud and creaking, adding to the tension that stood in the moment. Two guards stepped into the light, one gripping Y/N by her neck and the other Sam. It was clear that they’d not lasted long in the facility by the way the bruising had coloured on their faces. Yellowing already, it was proof that their friends had been suffering several days.

Bucky stood breathless; unsure of how to respond to the threat in front of him, he did the only thing he felt he could. Shouldering his weapon once again, he trained it on the face of the man who held the girl he was falling for, unsure of whether she was even still breathing.

Upon watching Barnes take aim, Barton followed suit, waiting for instructions from his Captain.

“We’ve got a lock.”

“Negative! Y/L/N and Wilson could be dead before you’ve even released. Stand down.” Drawing a shaky breath, Bucky was set to follow orders when a gravelly feminine voice broke through the comms tech. 

“Do it, Bucky.” Panic bloomed in his chest, a feeling he’d never felt before.

“Do it or he will. You don’t really think they’ll let us leave alive, do you? We saw too much.” As the words left her mouth, the grip on her throat increased. Bucky couldn’t breathe. Her words were true, he knew that much. But was he really capable of shooting his teammate, of shooting Y/N?

“Stop talking or your friend dies.” Sam was hanging onto consciousness by a thread, but he wasn’t going down without a fight.

“South east wing has an elevator-“ Sam screwed his eyes shut as he felt the gun press into his back, and he readied himself for death.

“Bottom floor-“ the gunshots fired before anybody could blink. Y/Ns body crumpled to the ground, as did the men holding the two Avengers captive, but Sam stayed on his feet. Spinning around to assess the damage, the team snapped back into action immediately. Steve called for a medical evacuation whilst Sam located the shot the girl had suffered.

“GSW to the shoulder. She’s losing too much, she’s been...she’s been bleeding for-“ A hand came to sit on Wilson’s shoulder, gently prying him from the girl.

“Sam? Hey! You’re in shock. Let Tony take a look.” Natasha pulled Falcon along, barely flinching when he threw himself into her arms.

“Good shot, Barnes. In one side, out the other. And into that guys chest by the looks of things. You too, Hawkeye.” Tony assessed the damage before coating the bullet wound in an antibacterial spray.

The men simply nodded, but Bucky barely heard a thing for the sound of his blood thundering through his veins. 

-

“Sam, please. You’ve got to stop doing this to yourself. If anyone’s to blame, it’s me. I’m the one who shot her, for crying out loud.” Bucky tried to reason with his friend, who, since returning home from the mission, had buried himself in a ditch of guilt, shame, and helplessness as Y/N remained unconscious, hooked up to a range of machines in the med bay.

“You weren’t in there, Barnes! You weren’t…I don’t know what I’ll do if she doesn’t make it.” Sam’s confession had Bucky’s heart jump up and land in his throat. He’d been gripping on to the hope the doctors had given them, and he’d been remaining laughably optimistic since they returned. But if she didn’t pull through? What would any of them do?

The Winter Soldier looked his friend up and down; Sam had been in bad shape when they wheeled him from the Quinjet, but the wounds were mostly superficial. After a round of antibiotics, a good nights sleep and a day of bed rest, he was feeling better – physically, at least. The same couldn’t be said for Y/N.

An angry infection had spread from a wound on her leg, poisoning her bloodstream and preventing her healing. Surprising, but much to Bucky’s relief, the gunshot wound had been the least of her problems when she’d returned. The infection had rendered her entirely out of action, consciousness only coming in fleeting moments before the girl slipped back into a sleepy state again.

“It’s been three days. She should be awake.” Sam’s words loomed over, hanging in the air like a threat. It had crossed Bucky’s mind, but he refused to allow himself to go there.

“Sam! Bucky! Tony wants us there; he’s got an update.” Wanda appeared out of nowhere, and vanished just as quickly, but the boys took no notice as they made their way to the med bay.

-

Upon arriving, Steve, Natasha, Clint and Tony were already there.

“Well?” Wilson took to demanding answers instantly. “Tony?”

Stark’s eyes were clouded over, seeming darker than they ever had before. “Y/N’s awake for now but-“ sucking in a breath before continuing, the team didn’t waste a second.

“I’m sorry.” Tony’s voice rang out after them, but they never heard it. Grief hit in a tidal wave, and every second felt more precious than the last.

Joining the rest of the team in Y/Ns room, Bucky felt sick to his stomach. A thousand ‘what if’s rang through his brain, a million questions that would never get answered. It seemed that the universe would never again smile down upon him, as if he’d been testing his luck even taking more than a glimpse at the girl.

“Why do you all look so miserable?” With a voice weak from dehydration, Y/N reached out to grab Sam’s hands, tugging him closer with the little strength she had. When nobody responded, she grew nervous.

“Seriously?”

“Y/N/N, we spoke to Tony…” Confusion crossed her face, brows furrowing as she tried to decipher why on earth the superheroes in front of her looked shaken to their cores. It was only after a second of thought that it clicked.

Pushing herself up into an upright position, the girl rolled her eyes before shouting the man guilty of the long faces in the room.

“TONY STOP TELLING PEOPLE I’M DYING!” A second later, it seemed to click. An exasperated sigh from Natasha and she and Clint left the room, promising to come back later on after they’d found and killed Tony. Steve pressed a kiss to the side of her head, and also took his leave to go and stop Nat from killing Tony.

“So you’re okay?” The look of shock on Wilson’s face never left, despite the sudden reassurance that she wasn’t in fact dying.

“Bucky, help me up a sec?” Pushing the covers away from her body, she used the super soldier as leverage to pull herself to her feet. Turning away from him, the girl leaned on him for support, her back pressed against his chest as if to reassure them both at the same time. Bucky sighed as she leaned into him, grateful to be close to her again, even if it wasn’t quite as close as he wanted to be.

Dressed only in cotton shorts and a hoodie, her legs were bare.

“Look, Sammy. It’s a little sore, but it’s better. See?” Gesturing to the hot pink jagged scar that trailed down her thigh, she waited for Sam to settle.

“And-…and the bullet wound?” A smile danced on her lips as he slowly started to believe her.

“Bucky’s a real good shot, Sam. Didn’t hit anything important, and it’s healing real good. Just a few bruises.” Sam stayed silent; arms unsettled at his sides, gaze stuck on the floor. Y/N sensed his unease, and after squeezing Bucky’s hand firmly, she let go of him. On wobbly legs, she made her way over to her shaken friend, and pulled him in for a firm hug.

“I’m okay. You’re okay. Tony did a mean thing and I’m sorry. You protected me, Sam. They’d have done so much worse if you hadn’t stopped them. You saved me, Sammy.” As if a light bulb came on, the hug was suddenly returned tenfold.

After almost a full minute, Wilson pulled away, a determined look in his eye.

“You’re okay. I’m gonna go kill Tony too. Just in case he isn’t dead enough already.” With a sad smile and a reassuring nod, Sam left the room, leaving Y/N and Bucky alone.

“You promise? You swear to me right now that you’re okay?” The soldiers resolve melted away entirely, and with too large strides forward the girl was in his arms again.

“Y/N? I mean it!” The fear in his voice was prominent, and it took Y/N by surprise. Nodding despite herself, she fought to reassure another one of her teammates that she was healing well.

“Bucky? Look at me, Buck.” Taking his face in her hands, the look in his eyes broke her heart completely. The icy blue was clouded with fear, with the sadness that he was struggling to let go of.

“Bucky, darling? I’m alright. I’m worn out, and I’m in a bit of pain, but I am okay. I swear to you-“

He was the one kissing her this time, and it frightened her how good it felt. Urgent and wanted for far too long, Bucky seemed to pour everything he had into the kiss. But then he pulled away frantically, as if something had burned him.

“I SHOT YOU! What the fuck?” The shock on Y/Ns face dissolved into a fit of giggles as the Winter Soldier stood wide eyed before her.

“We’ve been on three dates, and then I shot you. Oh God.” The giggling continued until a loud gasp sounded from the doorway. Spinning around, her jaw dropped open to see that Sam had returned midway through their conversation.

“YOU’VE BEEN ON THREE WHAT”

“Sam…” The warning tone in Bucky’s voice did nothing to still the obvious excitement ready to bubble over and out them both to the team.

“Sammy, we need you to keep it a secret okay? Please, please don’t tell anyone yet?” With a suspicious eye, Sam looked the pair up and down.

“Okay! I hate you! Fine!” Storming out of the room, Falcon marched off down the hallway, a string of curses leaving his mouth as he did so, earning a belly laugh from Barnes.

Grabbing Bucky’s hands in her own, Y/N looked up to meet his eyes. “Will you sit with me a while? It gets kinda-“

“EVERYONE! BARNES AND Y/N ARE DATING.”

Fear quickly filled the girls bones, she was entirely unsure of what this meant. Would Bucky run and hide? Would he want to call it quits? Was it over?

As if sensing her unease, Barnes raised an eyebrow and shrugged.

“I guess that’s that then.”

Reaching forward, he grabbed her hips and pulled her forward with a gentle force. Lips collided, a warm passion wanting to be explored. The sergeant held the girl ever closer, but the kiss softened.

No urgency, now they had all the time in the world.

[leo-gold-hotchner]

The Sinner -5

Sorry for the late post! But, I’m sure it’s gonna be cliche.. as everyone expected. 

I’m not good at any language, including English. I even struggle with English as you can see from my writing. So I’d be very appreciated if you all tell me there’s any weird sentences. And thanks Google for information on Korean and staff.. The code is based on a historical secret code, didn’t invent it. Too stupid to invent something like those. 

Ordinary part 1 coming soon... yeah can’t wait to post it, but I got 9 assignments which are due next Tues so might sometime to post either fic

Criminal Minds BAU x Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 6k

Warning: Description of blood, death, mutilation, torture, swearing etc.

Previous parts: 1 2 3 4

                                                -BAU-

“It is dark under the lamp.” – Korean Proverb 

José tried to pull his arms, but it was useless, the rope only dug into his skin further. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He knew they were dead; they all got an order from the Superbia to lay low for a while after Smith and Olson got killed. This wasn’t Ira, this was the murderer who killed his fellow five members. And he never expected to be this one. 

“José, José, José. You’re shaking. Are you that scared?” 

“You know not only them, but the FBI gonna catch you.” He spat angrily to hide his fear. “I’m part of the Police just like you. They’ll know I’m missing and they’ll know it was you.” He however wasn’t sure how long the FBI gonna take to find the lead. 

“No, the FBI gonna catch me when I let them. Now I have you, I only need to get two more.” 

José frowned despite the pain in every corner of his body, his brain subconsciously calculated the important figures in the organisation. Excluding him, only three members were left. The three members who maintain the organisation and hidden from every other member. 

“Let me tell you as a last gift, José. How can I know who you are? Because Nick was Invidia, dear friend.” The 911 operator looked shocked. “Too bad I can’t really throw you into the snake pit.” Shrugged with a mocking smile, chatting happily.

“F/N, please I, I’m sorry, please don’t hurt me.” José begged pitifully. José’s breath quickened as he smelled burned steel in the dark room. His initial thought was F/N L/N was mad. If F/N was responsible for every murder of the members, then it meant Nick L/N was also killed by his spouse. Mad enough to kill the loved one. 

“Apologise to my Nick when you see him afterlife,” F/N hissed and coldly ironed the man’s skin. As the skin burned, his scream and smell filled the room. His logical thoughts quickly dissipated. 

                                               -BAU-

6th Day 

Prentiss entered the office and touched Reid’s cheek with warm coffee. Reid blinked in surprise and whirled around to see the older woman staring at him. 

“Emily, when did you come in?” 

“Now?” Prentiss handed the coffee to the younger agent who graciously took it. 

“Did you even sleep last night?” It was 8:35 in the morning, no other was present except Reid. She looked over the secret code on the white board. 

“A bit,” Reid shrugged casually. 

“I’m surprised you’re here but Hotch’s not.” 

Right then, Hotch entered the office with two sandwich bags in his hands, raising his brows at Reid’s back and Prentiss. Before he could announce his return, Reid opened his mouth no knowing the Unit Chief had returned. Prentiss tried to stop Reid but he went on, and soon she gave up, just amused as much as Hotch who had a small quirking smile on his lips. 

“He was here. He came exactly,” Reid looked over the clock on the wall, “2 hours 23 minutes 35 seconds ago. Don’t tell him, but I think he gave up solving the code with me. I’m surprised even Hotch has something to give up.” The younger man laughed, though Prentiss smirked with a little shake. 

“No, I was getting breakfast.” Hotch’s deep voice made Reid jump. The genius glared at the brunette who was now laughing merrily. “And this,” he put down the bag and a yellow folder on the table. “I went to the forensic lab in case if they finished the drug test.” 

“It’s not even 9, but they finished?” Reid looked surprised. 

“Apparently, he was threatened to finish the test by this morning by his boss.” Hotch drily explained, remembering the forensic scientist who introduced himself as ‘Eric McKinnon’ grumbling about L/F made him stay whole night. 

Reid picked up the folder and looked through the drugs that were found in the Kim’s household. “Oxycodone, Ketamine, Fentanyl…” He read through the a few lists, his finger moving fast on the paper. “They’re all regulated strictly in the hospital for their substance. If Andersson obtained these drugs from her workplace, she must’ve had help to avoid any detection. We need to search for everyone in the hospital, the drug company, even the delivery service.” 

Prentiss looked at the photo of Kim, then the code, then the photo of Andersson. “Hey, sorry to interrupt, who wrote the code?” 

“Hm?” Reid immediately stopped explanation of drugs to Hotch who was just absent-mindedly nodding as he read through the file. “I believe it was Kim, I compared his writings from notes in his study. Why?” 

“Have you been trying to decipher in English?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Maybe try Korean. Kim has Korean heritage, he might’ve used Korean as base language.” 

“But, I don’t know Korean,” Reid nearly pouted, “you can help me, though.” 

“I don’t speak Korean.” Prentiss furrowed her brows. “I just know a few words. My Russian is much better than Korean.” 

“Reid, I know you can at least learn Korean in a day to decipher the code.” Hotch closed the file. “We’ll find someone who can speak Korean after you decipher the code.” 

Reid and Prentiss watched their Unit Chief leave the room. Reid grabbed the sandwich bag from the table. “Where’re JJ, Rossi and Morgan?” 

“JJ’s coming, and Rossi and Morgan went out to see Dalal for more information.” Prentiss replied as she read through the toxicology file. 

Reid sighed. “Say good luck to me, Emily.” 

“Good luck, boy genius.” 

                                               -BAU-

It was early in the morning for Jack, but Hotch wanted to hear his son’s voice before he goes to school. His feature softened as he listened to his son, for a brief moment forgetting all about the case he was investigating. He put down his phone, looking up at the gloomy sky. Snow fall last night, would there be another snow? Jack wanted to make a snowman with him, he hoped he could finish this case soon and go back to his son. 

The BAU Unit Chief re-entered the station, before he could move aside a person with a large box collided with him. “Fuck,” the person swore as the box swayed dangerously. But the person balanced and stopped from falling. “Sorry, I didn’t see you.” 

“It’s alright, Doctor L/N.” Hotch replied pleasantly as he recognised the voice. 

L/N put down the box and looked at Hotch, mouth forming a little o with a startled look. “Agent Hotchner, I’m so sorry.” 

“Do you need a hand?” Hotch’s eyes scanned the large box on the scientist’s hands. “Thanks, but no. I’m just cleaning my staff in the lab. Were you looking for something?” 

“I, well, you seem to close with your colleagues. Do you know if anyone who could speak Korean? Or even legal translators?” 

“You’ve been working with him this whole time,” the scientist laughed a little. “Leon can speak Korean fluently. Though, why?” 

“We may need his skill,” Hotch replied ambiguously. 

“You shouldn’t trust anyone else, but you can trust Leo, Agent.” As if knowing the reason of Hotch’s ambiguity, L/N smiled with mysterious sadness. “He’s the sort of guy who stands up for any injustice. Even if that’s his friends.” 

Before he could ask what the scientist was implying, Hotch was surprised to see sudden burning hatred in the Forensic’s eyes. An authoritative voice greeted the BAU Unit Chief from his behind. It was a brief moment but Hotch didn’t miss the homicidal glare towards the owner of the voice from the scientist. The agent turned and saw Captain Robertson. His posture was screaming authority with his stoic face, his eyes boring into Hotch’s. Despite Hotch turned away from the Forensic, he could just feel hatred radiating from the scientist. He wondered what wrong the Captain did to the forensic scientist to earn this much of hatred. 

“Agent Hotchner,” Robertson called Hotch in a quiet voice. The Captain was here to demand something, Hotch thought as he quickly analysed the Captain’s posture. “Could I have a quick word?” Robertson was trying to show he had the upper hand than Hotch, a perfect alpha male who was being territorial. 

Hotch didn’t know if the Captain was either blatantly ignoring the scientist or didn’t notice hatred in the scientist’s eyes at all. “Of course.” Hotch replied mildly to insinuate he wasn’t here to challenge the Captain’s authority. Though Hotch would do anything if anything happens to his team. 

Pleased at Hotch’s willingness to talk, Robertson finally gave his attention towards the forensic scientist who wasn’t hiding hate at all. “Doctor L/N.” Finally the man acknowledged the forensic scientist who only looked at the Captain with a cold stare. “I didn’t get any resigning letter.” He said as he looked down at the box. 

“I’ll file something later,” L/N sarcastically said as lifting the box once again, leaving quickly. 

                                               -BAU-

“L/N’s been like that since I couldn’t do anything for Nick’s death.” Robertson explained, but Hotch had an impression that Robertson just said that to avert Hotch’s attention to somewhere else. 

Even though it was morning, the station bustled with officers and civilians. As the men walked through the aisle, several officers greeted the Captain. Hotch could easily see the Captain was being respected by his subordinates. 

Hotch entered Robertson’s office. There were several golden trophies and photos on the shelves. The photos were mostly about himself, but a few were with a woman. Everything was clean and in order except the table. The table was messy with files and papers, pens were laid everywhere. The Captain leaned on the table, crossing his arms as if he was hiding the messy table from the agent. 

“I heard you asked Lee not to talk about this case with the media.” 

“I did. I don’t want the UnSub to hide away.” 

“Reporters will know about this anytime soon. Do you even have the lead to the killer?” Robertson squinted his eyes. 

“To be frank, no, we don’t have any solid lead.” 

“Dammit.” The Captain suddenly banged the table and started to pace, but Hotch didn’t even blink. “I don’t want this bastard in my community. When you find this bastard, I want you to kill on that spot when you see the chance. I’ll order my men too.” 

“That’s not how I work.” Hotch frowned at the Captain’s growing anxiety. 

“This person killed six people, Agent!” Robertson jabbed the table with his finger as he yelled each word. “The bastard’s fucking crazy. I don’t want any more death from this bastard, do you hear me?” Robertson glared at the FBI agent who didn’t avoid the Captain’s fiery stare. 

Hotch finally broke the silence as Robertson’s breath slowly calmed from his anger. “I’ll do what I can do, Captain.” 

“Good.” 

Hotch exhaled deeply as he left the Captain’s office. Robertson didn’t know he made a mistake. It was a moment of anger and he lost the control. The Captain would, eventually, realise his mistake and might do something to sabotage the investigation. 

“Detective, I need your help,” Hotch called Lee as soon as he saw the detective walked in with a half-eaten sandwich. 

                                               -BAU-

Morgan and Rossi decided to visit and talk to Nurse Dalal once again before lunch. Time does fly fast these days. 

“Do you see what I see?” Rossi asked Morgan as they arrived in front of the hospital. 

“Let’s hope they don’t know about the Seven Sins.” The younger man descended from the SUV after shaking his head a little seeing a broadcasting car. “It’s kinda sad people are finally giving attention after someone in status is dead.” 

“Yes, that’s unfortunate.” 

They entered the hospital building, not seeing any reporter as they went to the same receptionist in the hall. She recognised the agents and greeted them friendlier than the day before. “If you’re here for Nurse Dalal again, she’s not here.” 

“Do you know where she might be?” 

Rossi and Morgan exited the hospital and Morgan clicked the key and both men hopped on the black SUV. Dalal was on leave for a month, apparently Dalal told her colleagues she felt unwell just after the FBI agents visited her and asked for leave. 

“Hey, baby girl,” Morgan smiled broadly as he called his best mate, Garcia. 

“Well, well, well, isn’t this my sweet chocolate thunder? How can I be service today?” Garcia asked in a friendly seductive tone. 

“We need Aria Dalal’s address, she works as a nurse at the Jefferson Hospital.” Not even a minute, Garcia produced the address and Morgan started the SUV and set the navigation. 

“Is that all? You’ve been awfully less demanding recently,” she whined. 

“Yeah, sorry about that, sweet girl. But if you want to keep listen to my voice how can I not comply to your wish?” 

“Can we please go without any double entendre here?” Rossi rolled his eyes from the passenger seat. 

“I guess we need to protect Rossi’s innocence, Penelope,” Morgan barked a loud laugh along with Garcia’s merry laugh. 

 “Children,” Rossi shook his head, but the tips of his lips were up softly. “Can you look for her past? She might’ve known Andersson if she was hiding something.” 

“Alrighto! Give me a sec and I’ll call the others too.” 

“Hello?” 

“Hey, boy genius, you’re also connected with Morgan and Rossi.” Garcia chirped happily. “Now I’ve found something about Andersson and Dalal here. They were friends. It’s hidden, a private post, but I found a photo of Andersson and Dalal together, apparently, they’ve known each other since high school. And Dalal actually worked at the Bethesda Hospital but she transferred here five years ago.” 

“Did she have Andersson as a referee when she transferred?” 

“I’m not sure about that, sweet boy. There’s not much on their SNS, so I can’t find more about their past other than they’ve known each other since high school.” 

“Thanks, baby girl.” 

                                               -BAU-

While Prentiss and JJ were going through case files and photos once again, Reid jot down numbers and Korean on a white board. Under the Korean vowels and consonants, numbers were written with red marker. 

“Would the UnSub operate at own house or other base?” JJ asked as her finger tapped the papers. 

“Can be both,” Prentiss replied. “Remember Joe Smith in Milwaukee? He killed women in his basement in the middle of resident area. No one heard women screaming. I’m just surprised the UnSub might be only one person doing all these killings.” 

“Articulate, intelligent, logical, flexible in time, and anger. With growing anger how one can’t even make a mistake?” 

“Maybe the UnSub is used to clean the mess even if they made a mistake? Like works in similar industry, cleaning.” Prentiss shrugged. 

“Or knows what to clean to look like someone else did it.” JJ and Prentiss locked their eyes as their eyes widened at the possible idea. 

Before the female agents could discuss more about their theory, the door opened and Lee and Hotch entered. Lee looked a bit dishevelled with his sandwich in his hand while Hotch looked very professional comparing to the detective. 

“I see something unusually familiar.” Lee stared at the white board full of messy Korean writings. “I didn’t know joining the FBI requires learning different languages.” 

“Usually they don’t,” Prentiss chuckled. 

“We need some help in Korean, I heard you were great with the language.” Hotch shortly explained what the forensic scientist told him about Lee’s skill. The Unit Chief didn’t miss the glance between JJ and Prentiss when he mentioned the forensic scientist. “Reid.” The young man, however, didn’t answer his boss. “Reid!” Hotch called the younger agent louder than before but Reid was still in his mind, his eyes glued on the white board, his mouth silently moving as his brain working fast. “Spencer!” Reid squeaked in surprise and whirled around, looking like a deer caught in headlights. 

“Hotch?” He looked at the side where JJ was standing who was not hiding her amused smile from him. “JJ, when you did come here?” 

“Ur, like two hours ago?” JJ laughed and she held her hand out towards Prentiss. “I told you he didn’t notice I was even here.” 

“Dammit, I was sure he’d notice you at least if not Hotch.” Prentiss handed 20 bucks to the blonde. 

Hotch thought to reprimand his team because it usually doesn’t leave good impression to authorities when they bet on something. Even though Lee had been friendly towards the BAU as if he knew them all this time, it doesn’t change they have professionalism to manage on behalf of both BAU and FBI. But he saw a genuine smile on the detective and stopped himself from scolding his team. Though, he definitely will talk about this to the team on the plane on way home. 

“Detective Lee can speak Korean. I need to make a call, I’ll return soon.” Hotch nodded to his team and exited the office. As Hotch exited the office, he could sense Captain Robertson’s piercing eyes on him which he pretended he didn’t notice. 

 “So, what are you trying to achieve?” Lee asked friendly. Looking at the Korean consonants and vowels. 

“I tried to decipher the secret code on the Kim’s note in English, but I couldn’t. So, Emily here thought maybe he made the code based on Korean. I think I’m nearly there, but I don’t think it’s even a word even though I can make a syllable.” 

Lee popped the blue marker silently and wrote down Korean consonants and vowels again on the board, but in different order unlike Reid wrote. “Korean consonants and vowels have their own orders too, like Alphabets. And there’re more tensed consonants and vowels. I’m not sure how to call that.” 

“Consonants are tensed, you’re right. Although, for vowels, Korean vowels are categorised in monophthongs and diphthongs rather than tensed.” Reid interjected. He further explained as soon as he saw a confused look on the detective. “As you can see from their prefixes, monophthong is a single vowel that has one sound, and diphthong has two sounds in a syllable. For English it’s hard to categorise monophthongs and diphthongs because there are many varieties in English language.” 

“Right,” Lee nodded, though anyone could see he didn’t understand one bit what Reid said except the doctor himself. “Anyway, this is the order generally used in Korea.” Obviously, his writing was neater than Reid’s whereas Reid’s was more like writing of geometry. “Here.” 

As soon as Reid received the marker from the older man, Reid quickly inspected the new order written by Lee. The other three waited for Reid to act and the younger man soon wrote 2-digit numbers starting with 11 on the first consonants. “I tried various digits, but I think 2-digit numbers are the most plausible code. If you used 1-digit you can’t even make a proper syllable.” Reid rambled as if he read the others’ mind about why 2-digit numbers. “But if you break the numbers into 2-digit numbers and substitute with consonants and vowels,” he used 223415301738 as the first example, breaking into 22, 34, 15, 30, 17, and 38 for others to read. Then with a red marker, he wrote ㅌ, ㅗ, ㅁ, ㅏ, ㅅ, and ㅡ above the broken numbers. “I don’t know what the word mean, of course I can look for dictionary but even for me that’ll take some time to memorise the whole dictionary.” Reid looked at the detective expectantly. “Well, does it mean something?” 

“Yeah, could you decipher other codes too?” Detective stared at the white board, his eyes widened with surprise. 

“What is it?” JJ asked curiously. 

“It’s a name. But, it’s just a given name.” 

“Maybe other codes under that numbers are surnames?” Prentiss suggested. 

“Here, this code was under the L with that codes.” Reid pointed the deciphered codes. 

The Detective read carefully without voicing. “Sorry, in Korean it’s hard to say if that’s L or R in English. But I believe it’s a full name of a man. Thomas Wellington or Werrington. It’s either of ’em.” 

With the cue, Reid immediately started to decipher other numbered codes with silent encouraging from the Detective, JJ looked for if any Thomas Wellington or Werrington were on any files or victims’ associates. And Prentiss quickly dialled the best technical analyst in the world. 

                                              -BAU-

Rossi ended the call from Hotch which Morgan looked at the older man curiously. “You gonna tell me what that was about?” 

“Not yet,” Rossi replied smugly. Morgan rolled his eyes holding his hands in the air. But the younger man didn’t see a concerned look on Rossi. 

They entered a small apartment where Aria Dalal was living. They stopped in front of the green door that had golden house number on the middle of the door. Rossi knocked on the green door but frowned as there were no response at all. It was quiet as if no one was in the other side of the door. Both men looked at each other worriedly, and Rossi knocked again. 

“Ms. Dalal? This is David Rossi from the FBI. We talked yesterday at the hospital.” 

Morgan gestured if he’d break the door as usual, but before Rossi could say anything the door slightly opened but chained. Only her voice was the evident that someone was inside the apartment. “I don’t know anything,” her voice was trembling despite she was trying to conceal her fear from the agents. “Just, please leave me alone.” Even without profiling, anyone could see she was distressed and scared. 

“We can help you, Aria,” Rossi told her gently. “It’s only me and other FBI agent, Derek Morgan. You also saw him yesterday.” 

“No woman?” Dalal asked with a timid voice. 

Rossi raised his brows at Morgan who mirrored the veteran profiler. “No, no woman here.” 

“Show me your credentials.” Rossi and Morgan showed their identifications through the small gap. “Okay, just be quick.” The door shut and opened again after a click. 

The agents entered the cosy looking apartment, but most of things were in mess. A couple of suitcases were laying in the living area, her staff messily pushed into the suitcases. “I don’t know anything about Marian.” 

“Ma’am, we know you two were close since high school.” Morgan told her politely to calm her down. Unlike controlled herself from last time, she was in verge of panicking. Before Morgan could talk more, his phone echoed in the small apartment, making Dalal jump with paled face. “I’m sorry for startling you, excuse me.” Morgan went to a corner to answer his call. 

“You’re scared of Marian’s killer, aren’t you?” Rossi asked directly side glancing at the younger agent. “You know why Marian got killed, Aria. We’re here to catch who killed your friend.”

“She, she was my best friend,” Dalal hugged herself, finally admitting. “She told me to run if something ever happens to her.” Rossi was sure they were more than just friends. 

“Yeah, will take her with us,” Morgan finished his call before he glanced the distressed nurse. “Ma’am, we need you come with us to the station.” He told the nurse who widened her eyes in fear. Rossi asked the younger man a silent question. “The secret code Kim wrote, they cracked it. All those codes are a list of names. And your name was on the front page of the list.”

Despite she was surprised at first, she just nodded. “Was there a name called Wellington?” 

“I’m not sure about that, is that person involved in this?” 

“I,” Dalal shifted uncomfortably. 

“You can tell us anything, Aria,” Rossi said kindly, “we’re not here to judge you. Just to find who did this to Marian.” 

“You know what?” Dalal shook her head defeated. “I’ve thought over and over again since last night, and I think this is my last chance.” Morgan and Rossi frowned. There was no indication that she’d commit suicide, did she hide something underneath? She was just scared of something and then she just flipped her attitude, as if she gave up everything. 

“We can help you, if someone is after you, the FBI can protect you.” 

“No, you can’t. They’ll find me even if I run away to other states. That’s what Tristan told me when Marian asked me to do this with her. Telling me I shouldn’t be involved if I wanted to live long, but I wanted to be with Marian just like we were in high school.” She bit her nails. “Just before I go with you, can I tell you here what I know? I’ll tell everything again if I have to at the station.” 

“If you’re comfortable with it.” They shouldn’t. They shold’ve taken her to the interrogation room and record everything but she wanted to release everything before anything. In case anything happens to her. 

“Thank you.” For the first time, Dalal gave them a little smile. “I’m more like an associate with the organisation. I don’t know the name of the organisation or even has one, and both Tristan and Marian were in kind of higher rank.” Morgan and Rossi nodded, but inside they were bewildered at the proof of an organisation actually existed. “There’re many people like me, they’re probably the list Tristan wrote. He was the one who managed associates whereas Marian trafficked the drugs from the hospital. I wasn’t told about other members, but they told me there were several.” 

“They told you everything they knew?” The agents wondered why they told such important things to Dalal who wasn’t an important figure in the organisation. 

“Mostly,” Dalal shrugged. “Maybe I was their insurance, I don’t know. What I’m trying to say is there are assassins in this organisation. Marian told me they were called Ira, I don’t know what it means. They can kill whoever they’re asked to. Several days ago, Tristan and Marian came to see me secretly. They told me they were being hunted by the leader himself.” 

“So you think it was this Ira who killed both Tristan and Marian?” 

“Yes, who else? The leader must’ve wanted to hide his track and killing everyone who’s involved. Marian said they were female. She never told me how she knew, but she was so sure of that.” 

“Is that why you asked if there was a woman?” She nodded. “Even if there was, it would’ve been a federal agent.” 

“You don’t know that,” she snapped at the younger agent. “Anyone can be this assassin. Even you’re not fully protected from them.” 

                                             -BAU-

All BAU and Lee were looking at the nurse through the one-way glass window who was with Rossi in the interrogation room. Aria Dalal asked for Rossi to be the agent to question her and they’d gone through the same conversation they had in her apartment. Unlike before she seemed to be relaxed than before but still devastated. She, however, perhaps finally convinced herself that the BAU can help her to ease her anxiety. 

“How do you know Wellington?” Rossi asked Dalal with curiosity. “We knew each other, because…” she paused a bit, “I was Marian’s sexual partner whereas Wellington was Tristan’s. I didn’t see him since he moved to another city or something,” she shook her head. “Then, then, Marian came to see me, told me I have to run if something happens to her.” 

Before he leaves the room, Rossi offered if she wanted some food or drink. She smiled a little towards the older man saying she didn’t have any appetite. Rossi returned and joined the team, leaving the nurse in the room alone. 

“Wellington is one of the first names on the list along with Dalal.” Reid said as soon as Rossi entered. “Thomas Wellington was one of the lawyers worked at the Kim’s law firm.” 

“Was?” Morgan raised brows. 

“Wellington moved to another firm, but he died from a car accident three days ago. Just a day after Lewis was killed,” replied Reid, “Not only Wellington, some of people from the Kim’s journal have been dying by accidents since Smith and Olson died.” 

“Not a coincidence is there?” Rossi sighed deeply. “If this Ira, the wrath, is our UnSub, why didn’t they take the list with them? Dalal said it was Kim’s responsibility to manage the associates. They would’ve known Kim had a list of names. I think the UnSub is a third person, not involved in the organisation directly at least.” 

“So, we have to catch this UnSub, Ira, and the ringleader?” Lee blanched. “We don’t have evidence that it was Ira who killed these people on the list.” 

“We don’t know what to look for these Ira, but our UnSub knows who they are.” Hotch said quietly as he stared at the nurse who was keep staring down at the table. “We only have a bit of lead to UnSub only. And we have to act fast.” 

                                             -BAU-

“Hey, Hotch,” JJ called the Unit Chief as soon as the team returned to the operation room. “Emily and I didn’t have any chance to talk this, but we might have some theory who might the UnSub is, if the UnSub is part of the Force.” 

“If they’re maybe they can be one of the forensics.” Prentiss nodded. 

The team didn’t miss something flashed on Hotch’s usual stoic face. He glanced back and saw the Captain was calling in his office with his personal phone. Robertson looked up and both men looked into their eyes, neither avoiding. Hotch moved away as Lee entered the office with paled face, gulping. 

“Dalal’s dead.” 

“What?” Morgan nearly yelled incredulously. 

Hotch was the first to sprint to the room where the nurse sprawled on the table, her eyes and mouth wide open. There was a half-eaten sandwich and coffee on the ground. Poison. 

“Who brought the food?” Hotch demanded, refraining himself from snarling at the officer next to him. 

“I, I did, sir,” the young officer stammered. “There was a woman, she said she got an order to deliver the food to, to, her.” 

“Did you ask who ordered?” Rossi asked, and Hotch didn’t know his mentor and others were behind him. 

“Yes, yes,” the young officer nodded hastily, “she said it was ordered by Agent Hotchner.” The faces of BAU darkened. 

“Where is she? What does she look like?” Hotch growled. 

“She just left, she was wearing a blue cap, a, a red hoodie.” The description was too vague to find the woman. “Pretty, Asian…,” he mumbled as Hotch’s eyes hardened. Morgan asked if he knew where the food is from and the officer shook his head, looking afraid to meet Hotch’s eyes. 

Hotch bolted out from the station, leaving his team who called his name behind. The sky was already darkened, the winter Moon looking down at him. He shouldn’t have run like that, he should’ve stayed with his team. But Hotch looked for the mysterious woman, pushing people aside in the vast city. It was looking for a needle in a haystack, but he had to find the woman. 

His phone buzzed, it was his long time mentor. “Are you out of your mind?” Rossi’s angry voice rang Hotch’s ear. “Where’re you?” Rossi had the right to be angry at him after he told what happened between him and the Captain. 

“I’ll be there, don’t come for me,” his eyes didn’t miss a woman with similar clothes staring at him from the other end of the street. Was she smiling at him? Taunting him? He knew it was a trap. “Rossi, remember what I said, call Garcia if I don’t call you back in ten minutes.” He grabbed his gun and followed the woman to a dark alley. Just so typical and cliché. 

                                             -BAU-

The old profiler nearly threw his phone as the call ended. If he waited for ten minutes for Hotch to call, he was stupid. He wasn’t going to wait. Rossi quickly called Garcia, ignoring worried questions from the younger profilers about Hotch. 

“Penelope here, how can I help you this time?” A cheerful voice answered the call. 

“Garcia, listen carefully,” Rossi lowered his voice, “wait, just listen don’t say anything.” He said quickly to everyone, muting the call as soon as he saw Captain Robertson walking towards the BAU’s temporary office room. 

Robertson opened the door without a knock and observed the room, especially the boards before his eyes meet with the BAU’s. “I heard what happened, where is Agent Hotchner?” 

“He went to after the person who poisoned Dalal. He’s coming back soon.” Rossi replied before anyone could, he could see the younger profilers seething, especially Morgan at the Captain’s insinuation. 

“How can you be sure he’s coming back?” 

“What do you mean by that?” Morgan clenched his teeth, not liking one bit where this was going. 

“The food that was ordered by Agent Hotchner himself killed a witness and now he’s not here. How can you be sure he didn’t run away after killing that poor woman?” 

“I assure you, Captain. Aaron Hotchner is not that kind of person. He’ll return and we’ll find who is responsible for this. Please don’t accuse him of such thing.” Rossi’s voice was calm. But it was calm before the storm. 

“I’ll call FBI and ask for investigation on both this case and the BAU,” the Captain’s eyes glowed dangerously. And Rossi saw a flickering light of victory in his eyes. Rossi wouldn’t let this man ruin his best friend’s life and reputation.

“24 hours, just give us 24 hours. We’ll get your UnSub and prove Agent Hotchner isn’t involved in this.” 

Robertson’s weighed his option, his eyes boring into Rossi’s. “We also have a missing officer and don’t have hands to help the FBI if they come now. I’ll give you only one day to prove and bring the responsible person in front of me, Agent.” 

“That’s all I ask.” Rossi nodded, and Robertson left the office, his smug smile hidden from shadow. 

“Dammit, what was that about?” Morgan smacked the table with his fist. 

“We were called to be chess pawns in the first place.” Rossi’s grip on the back of a chair tightened, his knuckles turning white. He unmuted the call, instantly Garcia’s panicked voice assaulting the BAU. “Penelope, calm down. Hotch already prepared if anything happens to him.” 

“He prepared for this?” Prentiss asked the older man incredulously. 

“This morning, he told me Captain Robertson is involved with this organisation, and he was sure Robertson would plan something. We just never expected he’d act this fast to set a trap like this.” 

“And you didn’t tell us?” Reid frowned, hurt by the two agents’ distrust in them. 

“We did it to protect all of you. What’s done is done. For now, we need to focus on Hotch and find the UnSub, and who killed Dalal.” 

“He isn’t answering,” Morgan swore under his breath. 

“How did he prepare? How can we know he’s safe?” JJ emphasised the last question. Hotch had already gone through so much and she didn’t want Hotch to suffer more. She didn’t want anything happens to him, especially Jack. The boy adored his father, he’ll be devastated. 

“Garcia, could you track his phone?” 

“Give me a second.” Rossi hoped nothing happened to his friend. He didn’t have to become a bait, damn it. 

“Oh no, no, no, no.” Garcia shrieked. 

“Pen, what is it?” Prentiss urged her friend biting her nails, fear creeping everyone. 

“He was moving, and his phone just turned off.” 

                                            -BAU-

As expected, the woman was standing in the middle of the no through small alley. No one was in the alley except him and her. Even the sound of bustling city didn’t reach this deep narrow alley, as if the alley was another world. With only wind howling, pale moonlight creeping above them, her smile looked ominous even to Hotch. 

“Who are you.” 

“Agent Hotchner, you should’ven’t followed me.” Her accent was a bit foreign but not too rough. 

“You’ll come with me and tell who you are and who orders you.” 

“I thought you already knew?” She said in mocking surprise. “I mean, that’s why he told us to help you leave the living world.” She pulled out a small folding knife and started to spin it. “Well, not exactly kill you.”

She used ‘us’, did she have a partner or other members of organisation? He was lackless, yes, but he didn’t want to lose another lead. If anything happens to him, Rossi would be there to solve the case and lead the team. 

“Well, well, Agent Hotchner.” 

The familiar voice. He turned, widened eyes, he heard JJ and Prentiss’ theory just a few minutes ago. Off guard, his head soon smacked with something blunt that was heavy and hard. He dropped his gun, falling, his conscious slowly drifting away from shock and pain. Even with blurring sight, he could clearly see and hear the familiar face and the voice. Don’t trust anyone. That’s what you said.

@evans-dejong

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Fire Escape (A Kristanna Quarantine One Shot)

Summary: Anna loves to sit out on her fire escape, especially during times like these. She finally finds out the identity of the person living directly across from her one evening.

WC: 2k

Rating: T? (Still no clue how that system works I’m sorry)

Anna loves to sit perched on the ladder of her fire escape. It's one of her favorite things to do, quarantined or not. The cool feeling of rusted dark metal on her palms calms her like no other. For as long as she’s lived in her building, it has felt like her own little oasis. She even bought a few plants for it, which she was very proud that most of them were surviving so far. 

Anna spends her time on the fire escape gazing up at the starless city sky or down at the warmly lit alleyway below.  

There isn’t much for her to look directly out at though, because her apartment building is 6 feet apart from the next one. Sometimes she looks into the apartment windows across the street, but not too much. Wouldn’t want people to think she’s a peeper or anything. But just because she tries not to, doesn’t mean she never steals a glimpse or two.

For example, she knows there is a girl one row of windows up and two over from her that really likes musical theatre. She always has her window open when she belts out her best Defying Gravity. Anna often wonders if she’s an actress, because she should not be giving those performances for free.

She knows that one window in the opposite direction is an old woman, who is apparently coping with quarantine by baking lots and lots of cookies. She can smell them when they sit to cool by the half open window. Anna wondered if she caught her attention at the right time, if the old woman would send her some using the clothesline.

Someone Anna has never seen though, is the person who lives directly across from her. Can’t blame them for not making themselves seen though, she probably wouldn’t feel good about someone always sitting on the fire escape directly across from her either. Or maybe they just have different schedules. Anna opted to assume the latter for her own personal sanity.

But nothing like a citywide lockdown to keep people at home, right? As the sun was setting about three nights into self-quarantine, Anna was watering her plant to finish up a long day of sitting in her happy place when she was startled by the sound of the window across from her opening. So much so, she dropped her watering can.

“Ah!” Anna shrieked as she fell to her knees to catch her can before it fell any farther. 

“Oh, I’m sorry!” The man from inside exclaimed at her initial fright.

The window was opened all the way with large hands and a very big, very tall man emerged onto the opposite fire escape. Anna inspected him. She noticed that he had floppy blonde hair, which was not what she was expecting from someone as manly looking as him. As she sized him up, which she didn’t mean to do, she was taken aback at how handsome he was. Anna didn’t mean to, but she gawked up at him with wide ocean colored eyes. 

“I didn’t mean to… are you alright?” He trailed off as he saw her big blue eyes blinking up across from him. 

Anna shook her head and snapped out of it. At this rate, his entire building would think she’s a huge creeper. “Sorry!” She helped herself up quickly with the bars of the fire escape and brushed her joggers off.  

She explained quickly, “Believe me, I don’t usually stare at people like that. I was just surprised that someone actually lived there!”

He cocked an eyebrow at her as his hands held onto the top of the fire escape, “You didn’t think anyone lived there?”

Anna shut her eyes tight as if to pretend this isn't happening, and shook her head quickly before she pressed on, “No no no no. I always knew someone lived there. I mean I saw the lamps on and stuff sometimes and the apartment obviously had furniture.” She looked surprised at what she just said as she opened her eyes again. “I mean it's not like I’m staring into your apartment! I just, it’s right across and when I sit out here I guess I just saw the furniture. Haha…” She trailed off, realizing she might be in too deep.

His lips quirked up into a smile. “It’s okay, I get it. You hardly seem like the creeper type to me,” he laughed. A very sweet laugh, Anna thought as she smiled back.

“Well, you never know,” Anna raised her brows at him but put her face in her hands as her head caught up to her mouth. “I’m kidding!” she said across to him.

He chuckled, “I bet you're the biggest creeper around. Let’s start over? I’m Kristoff, I live- well right across from you I guess.” Anna’s heart fluttered despite barely knowing him. 

“Hi Kristoff,” she smiled once she composed herself, “I’m Anna.” 

“What are you doing out here Anna?” Kristoff asked quizzically as he tested her name out on his tongue. 

“Oh, me? Well I just like sitting out here because it clears my head… and is less stiflening then my apartment three days into quarantine,” she chuckled. He did too. Anna felt a strange, warm sense of accomplishment in her chest. “What about you? Why are you out here?”

Kristoff shrugs and smiles slightly, “Same reason as you. I don’t know how much longer I can watch the news before my brain rots out of my head.” 

“Good on you for at least watching it. I have it on in the background for a couple of minutes and I’ll already start to feel sick to my stomach,” Anna lets out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. 

He nods as he settles into his ladder, “I get that.” There’s a silence that falls between them for a moment. Kristoff breaks it, “Well, I’ll let you go. You looked like you were about to go inside.”

“Oh uh! It’s okay. Uhm… Can I stay here? I mean I don’t wanna ruin your alone time or anything,” she asks, cheeks flushed and a tad nervous, for some reason. She wasn’t sure if he had anyone to get to on the other side of that wall. 

His face lights up, “Believe me Anna, I think I’ve had more than enough alone time to last a while.” Her stomach does a backflip. They both share a laugh as Anna too, settles into the ladder on her fire escape.

The sun sets and the night wears on. The ice of being strangers melts away as the lights of windows around them flick on. It warmly illuminates both of their faces as the talk and joke, and honestly, flirt. Anna didn’t know if it was her not talking to people for a few days or if she was genuinely attracted to him. It only took her about 15 minutes to realize it was the latter. 

Anna found out that they in fact did have different schedules, that’s why she never saw him. He had said, “I’m a software engineer. I usually work late and leave early to go to the gym. Not a ton of movement behind a desk all day.” 

Anna also found out that his favorite color is green, his favorite paper is The New York Times (“It’s because of the crosswords”), that his favorite snack is carrots and peanut butter and that he has a dog named Sven. She found out the last one when a German Shepard had stuck his head through the window as if to say: When are you coming to bed?

“You have a dog!” she tried to exclaim too loudly to not disturb their neighbors which she was sure already weren’t happy with them.

Kristoff chuckled and scratched behind the dog’s ears, “Yes I do.”

Anna used squishy faces at him from across the alley, and in her best baby voice possible said, “What’s your name cutie wootie face?” Kristoff never liked when people used the baby voice on Sven, but he didn’t mind it when Anna did it. He even kind of enjoyed it.

“This is Sven, who wants me to come inside apparently,” he sighed. Anna’s heart and face dropped, she didn’t want to say goodnight, even if sleep was wearing her eyes as well. She had no idea how long they had been talking for, but it was easy to assume it was the early hours of the morning now.

“I wish we weren’t quarantined,” Kristoff said, somewhat hopelessly with a matching loud sigh to follow. 

The red head rolled her eyes, “Don’t we all,” she let out with a slight chuckle.

Kristoff took a deep breath, the sleep must be starting to get to him, he wasn’t usually this bold with women he liked. “I mean- not for the normal reasons. Yeah sure, I would love to get back to normal life, but I would really like to take you on a date,” he spoke sheepishly with pink cheeks.

Anna’s mouth had dropped to a slight ‘o’ shape and she flushed wildly. He was afraid for a quick moment that he wasn’t supposed to say that. She probably has a boyfriend in there, he thought. Wait, no. She would not have sat out here all night with you if she had a boyfriend. Would she?

Anna grinned, “I would love that.” This isn’t happening! I must have fallen asleep on the ladder and gotten sick because this feels like a fever dream.

Kristoff’s heart soared and smiled the biggest he had in awhile. Maybe I should act on sleepy thoughts more often, if it means going on dates with the most gorgeous girl in Manhattan, he thought. After a moment of pure bliss, Kristoff’s smile slowly depleted like an unplugged bouncy house, as the reminder of the world’s state came creeping back in. Anna looked at him with concern.

“Stupid social distancing. I wish we wouldn’t have to wait,” he sighed again, looking at her with disappointed eyes.

“Maybe we don’t have to?” Anna smirked, “I have an idea.”

----------------------------------------------------

The next afternoon, Anna inspected her appearance in the mirror, making sure it was perfect. Last night, the first time he saw her, she had greasy hair and was in a less than appealing outfit. Thank god it was dark, she thought. But today, she wanted to make a better impression. Anna smoothed out her green floral dress and ruffled her wavy red hair. She felt ready and glanced at the clock. Almost one, just like they planned.

Kristoff too, looked at the clock when it was almost one. He stared at himself back in the mirror, buttoning and unbuttoning his baby blue shirt. He couldn’t decide if it all the way to the top was too stuffy or just right. He decided to leave it unbuttoned. He grabbed his speaker and his food, and he headed out to the fire escape.

They both opened up their windows at 1 o’clock sharp. Anna gaped at him, not feeling sorry or sheepish this time, “You look great.” She smiled brightly at him with pink cheeks.

Luckily for her, he looked at her, eyes wide and jaw practically on the floor, “A- Anna, you look… beautiful.” Anna isn’t only the most beautiful girl in Manhattan, she's the most gorgeous girl in the world. 

They both continued to take time to complement and blush before they sat shakily on their own ladders. Anna insisted that Kristoff got to choose what they ate, so he chose Chinese from his favorite takeout place a few blocks over. Both delivered to their own apartments of course. 

The afternoon was filled with everything from laughs to conversations about what the virus has done for the world- but mostly laughs. They both enjoyed them the same. 

“Once all this is over,” Kristoff said after he swallowed a bite of chicken, and trying to keep his courage from the night before, “we’re doing this again, but on your fire escape.” 

Anna smiled so bright and the March sun were competing, “I can hardly wait.”

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Tom Holland-Back to you

Inspired by Back to you-Selena Gomez. It’s really sad and it might be unexpected, so I’m not going to put any warnings. Just, ANGST AND SOME SENSITIVE TOPICS THAT MIGHT MAKE YOU CRY

Took you like a shot

Thought that I could chase you with a cold evening

Let a couple years water down how I’m feeling about you

Tom knew that he never should have gotten involved with you in the first place; his best friend’s sister, his friend since forever and the woman he imagined a world with. He should have known something would go wrong. His luck with women wasn’t good, and he took the chance without caring about the consequences. About the feelings afterwards, about the broken friendship and the endless tears.

He was so wrong.

In his mind, he could still picture the video he first recorded you on. Smiling at the camera with your brand new shirt from Spiderman, giggling like a proper fan and trying to cover your face from him. He could still hear your sweet voice calling out for Tessa when she did something wrong, only to finally let her hop into the bed with the two of you, cuddling together. When he closed his eyes, he could still see your teary face the last time you closed the door on him, bags in hand. Leaving a whimpering Tessa and a broken-hearted Tom behind.

Tom’s throat burned once more as the fiery liquid from the glass bottle in his hands darted down his throat. He had several missed calls from his family and friends, some of them from the director of the film he was working on. He had promised you he would be okay, that he would carry on with his life and find someone else that, maybe, could give him half of what you gave. You had laughed, and he smiled, knowing not even that was possible.

But that day was different. Because it would had been your birthday, and Tom still had your gift wrapped in the back of the wardrobe. He couldn’t remember what it was, just that he had been squealing in happiness when he brought it.

Last year, the two celebrated all day together in bed, wrapped up in each other’s warmth. You had said it had been your favourite birthday yet, and that you couldn’t wait to see how you would spend it next year. How ironic that, the next week, you left.

Harry had checked on him earlier, but he decided to keep his distance since he knew that Tom was still too sensitive about it, and that the wrong words could get him into a hole that Harry didn’t want to see his brother in. Jacob had called around noon to discuss something about the scrip, but Tom knew he was really just trying to distract him. It had been a good distraction thought, Tom had spent the better part of two hours on the phone, not thinking about you.

But soon after he had hung up, the memories came back. You and him stealing glances across the room, before dating, and then him telling it to his brothers like a teenager in love. You and him laughing about something you just knew, and holding hands after that. Saying I love you for the first time, between kisses, and for the last time, between tears.

Tom took another sip at the bottle.

I wanna hold you when I’m not supposed to

When I’m lying close to someone else

You’re stuck in my head and I can’t get you out of it

Tom had tried to move on, he did. Truly.

It was just a lot harder than what he thought it would be. He would compare every aspect of a girl to you. Because that girl ate her pasta like that, and you swirled it around your fork before shoving the first bite into his mouth. And the other had that laugh, while you started noiseless before breaking into a fit of loud and airy laughs that made his chest clench.

They weren’t bad people. Carri was loving and kind, Barbara was an advocate for children’s education, Marie spent her weekends volunteering to save the environment, and Helen loved dogs as much as Tom. But they weren’t you, not even close, and Tom stopped trying after he called the second girl your name in bed.

Some mornings, he would wake up early and pull you closer. He always thought about you first, and had a smile since he opened his eyes. Tom still thought it was like that some mornings, and woke up crying. Remembering, that you had left, that he had agreed and that you weren’t coming back.

It was never the same for him when he slept with other people. Barbara was too loud. Carri was too freaky. Marie was too shy. And Helen too dominating. Sometimes, Tom would imagine your face in other’s girls faces. Half-closed eyes, rounded lips in an o shape and flushed cheeks. He tried to imagine it was you moaning his name and touching his skin, and not someone else.

He imagined that it was you holding his hand as he walked through the park, not Tessa’s cold lash, that it was you who held his arms when he went ice-skating, not that awful date of the past month, and that it was you who he spent all day texting back and forth with.

Most important, Tom imagined a day where he wouldn’t imagine he was with you instead of the person he was actually with. He hoped that day would come soon, and each time the doorbell rang he stepped up with the same glint of excitement that died every day.

Tom felt that he had won the jackpot with you, that he had finally done his ace in golf with you. Everyone else felt like a mediocre prize.

Playing and replaying old conversations

Overthinking every word and I hate it

Cause it’s not me

His nightmares were plagued with you; and his dreams too. His sweet dreams turned sour as he brain too him back to your last moments together, over and over again.

Tom had found the letter early in the morning on Monday; and had went to the gym not knowing what it was or what it meant. It had some strange logo on the front and was thicker that the rest of them, but he had been in a hurry; sometimes, he wished he had stayed and read it with you. Because receiving the condolences of your private clinic for not being able to do anything against your cancer was hard, and that was the first mistake Tom made.

The second one, was bursting into tears and sobs, until he fainted for exhaustion and pain, leaving you to deal with it for the night. He had woken up thinking it was just a dream, yet your teary face and sad smile said otherwise.

He had never met someone as selfless as you. While you walked out of the door, two weeks later, he felt his heart clench at that. Tom knew you were doing it for him, to avoid him from watching you at your worst and make him suffer more. Pleas, cries and begging didn’t work; you left after spending a whole night awake just hugging each other and the second letter came. Before the five day of him being alone and drowning on his sorrow, it arrived; a small yet effective goodbye letter you had written to him for when all of it ended. It was signed with your mother’s writing.

Even after months had passed, Tom hadn’t gone more than three nights in a row without wondering if he did the right thing by respecting your wish of dying without him until your last breath. No matter how hard he tried to tell himself it was your decision, and he did well; a shadow of your disappointed face chased him in his dreams.

And what’s the point in hiding?

Everybody knows we got unfinished business

And I’ll regret it if I didn’t say

This isn’t what it could be (isn’t what it could be)

“Tom Holland’s bigger strike, and final set”, the headlines had called it.

Once it had gone public, his temporal retirement and the reason behind it, the fans and the media had been behind him. The press and the public didn’t know many details, like that Tom had three websites written down on his favourite notebook along with some phones of real estate agencies that had economic flats in LA. The press didn’t care about those things, they didn’t care about Tom having his life planned with you or the pain he was in, the only wanted every juicy detail about Tom and Harrison ‘break up’ and when he was going to come back to the industry. They didn’t care neither about Harrison, who couldn’t look at his best friend without thinking about his dead sister.

The world only wanted to know as much as they could on the non-important details about Tom’s girlfriend, not about Y/N Osterfield, young girl who died because the government didn’t invest enough money in cancer treatment.

Tom hated that.

You can break my heart it two

But when it heals it beats for you

The night of your birthday, as Tom was going to bed, he found himself wandering around the house you used to share in London. He walked around until he stopped in front of your studio, where he had put all the things after you had left. The brown wooden door seemed to stare back at him, daring him to open it. After a few moments, he gave in, and slowly began to twist the doorknob.

When Tom got back from the funeral, after being left alone by a overprotective mother and worried brothers, he went to your studio and the realisation of what had happen drawn to him. He hadn’t cried in the funeral, and hadn’t talked to your family; after the official ceremony, he spent the next week holed up in your side of the bed and hugging your clothes.

He had tried to enter your studio that same day, and he had been met with silence

He got angry, really angry. Tom started yelling and screaming as waves of anger washed through his body. He began to grab everything he was and threw them across the room; your computer, books, the television, the lamp, notebooks, clock. He cursed out loud to Got for taking you so soon. Tom threw random little knickknacks he found and chucked them as hard as he could; his hands were bleeding by the end of it. The last thing he picked was a picture frame of the end of your desk, with a photo of you and him he had taken during your best vacation.

I know it’s forward but it’s true

Won’t lie I’d go back to you

Tom picked up the photograph, and the anger in him subsided, feeling drained. The screams turned into sobs and pitiful cries, and he started wheezing. With shaky hands, he turned around and placed the picture frame on your then flipped bed, and  walked out of the room. He knew he wouldn’t been coming back any time soon.

The day of your birthday, the room was the same way it was when he first visited. There were shards of broken glass everywhere. Piles and piles of ripped papers were strewn across the floor. Tom couldn’t help but since at the sound of glass under his shoe. He let one last tear roll down his cheek and rolled the sleeve of his shirt, ready to do what he had been trying to for a whole year.

He looked back, and saw Harrison with a small smile and a brush on his hand. His hair was longer, he seemed ten years older and he was wearing an old shirt that did nothing to his already skinny body.

Tom wasn’t looking much better. He had had his hair cut recently, not bearing anymore the absence of your fingers through his hair. Luckily, Jacob had dragged him out of his apartment a couple of times to go to the gym and his mother made sure he ate at least twice a day. So even if he was thinner, he was still healthy.

If I could do it all again

I know I’d go back to you

When he sat down that night on bed, exhausted and with aches in all his body, he took the frame in his hands and looked at it closely. He promised to himself, once more, that it would be the last time he cried over you, as the tears soaked the picture. In the pit of his stomach, he knew that if he had the opportunity to go back in time and tell his past self all that had happened, to tell himself about the pain of falling in love with an expire date, he would still do everything the same  exact way. Tom realized, that even though he had lost you, he hadn’t lost the memories of you. And the good ones were much more better than the bad.

I’ll go back to you

I know I’d go back to you

Tom may had had his heart broken by you. He had lost his friendship with Harrison, a lethal wound on their relationship. And he had suffered what he thought it wasn’t possible. But he knew, if he had a choice, he would go back.

Every. Single. Damn. Time.

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Gavin x Reader (Stressed Out)

Authors Note: -Sobs- I tried to go for a softer Gavin Reed around his S/O at home but I feel like I went a little out of character. And I wrote ALOT. Im sorry! But I hope you enjoy it and I’m so sorry if it’s bad. And sorry it took so long to post.

Warnings: Swearing (because it’s fucking Gavin, c’mon people. GET A MOVE ON!) Category: Fluff

You and Gavin work completely opposite jobs; he was around dead people all the time, trying to find the murderer… whereas you were (more or less) based upon keeping people alive. Or – eventually, it would be come your job. Technically you held half a title as a Nurse. You’ve still got a lot of studying to do before you became a fully registered nurse. Though the doubts were slowly creeping in from the back of your mind, clouding your focus as you sat on the floor leaning your back against the couch. For some reason you preferred to sit on the floor with your studies spread across the coffee table. You know this wasn’t good for your posture, being a Nurse-in-training, you definitely knew better! At least everything was in reach and you didn’t have to lean yourself halfway over a dining room table to retrieve a document or textbook that happened to be a little bit too far from your reach. This was more or less how Gavin found you. Sitting on the floor with your studies surrounding you.

“Hey Babe. How’s your day?” He asked as he shut the door behind him, grey eyes taking in the copious amounts of paperwork and text books and forced himself to hold back a groan because he hated paperwork. The last thing he wanted to come home to was more paperwork, it reminded him too much of being back at the precinct. Of course, he didn’t outwardly complain because he knew this type of paperwork was necessary/essential. No way in hell he’d ever tell you to pack it away.

You didn’t even hear the keys jingle in the doorknob, or even hear him walk in until his voice suddenly yanked you out of your thoughts, causing you to jump almost ten feet in the air! “Jesus Gav! A bit of warning!” you gasped, hand flying to your chest in fright, as if you were attempting to calm your frantically beating heart down. “I gotta come home some time, babe.” He chuckled, clearly amused at catching you off guard. Your reaction was pretty fucking priceless. But his reaction slowly fell as realization dawned on his features. He had said goodbye to you this morning just as you were setting up for your study sesh. Except it had only been three text books and a small file of paperwork. Not this strewn of a mess. “Y/N? Have you been there the entire day?” Your eyebrows lifted as if Gavin just asked the most ridiculous question in the universe, but when your eyes glanced to the clock on the wall, they widened at the time. 6:30pm! What the hell!? Where the hell did the time go!? “Uh, I guess so? Then that also means I haven’t gotten as far as I’d like. I’ve still got a report to write, essays… Oh my god, I’ve got a test to study that I almost forgot about!” A hand lifted to your forehead in stress before sliding down your cheek and your E/C orbs glanced around at the mess. “I’ve got so much to do! Not enough time. I’m going to fail. Oh my god, I’m going to fail!” “You’re not going to fail.” Gavin’s firm voice spoke through your thoughts. This wasn’t the first time he’s helped you through a mild anxiety attack regarding your studies. Stepping over some of your books and paperwork, you watched as he made his way over to you, lifting his leg slightly as he swung it behind him so he could straddle the couch behind you, so that you now sat in between his legs. “You were born to be a Nurse. I’ve seen how you’ve patched me up. Your gentle with your hands. It’s one of the things I fell in love with.” You leaned back, head tilting back and upwards to glance back up at him. “Just my hands? Not my heart or my beautiful face?” Gavin quietly chuckled, “And your sense of humor.” Speaking of hands, you suddenly felt his hands on your shoulders. You immediately let out a groan of satisfaction as his fingertips firmly pressed into the knots on your shoulder. Gavin was quiet as he began massaging your shoulders; giving you a small break from your workload, knowing he can at least offer something to help you. Judging by the roll of your head and the small mewls of pleasure coming from you, he must be doing a good job! It wasn’t often Gavin massages you. Mostly due to his own hectic workload, and quite often he came home exhausted. But when he does, oh his fingers are magic and immediately have you trapped under their spell. “I don’t know Gavin…” you started, biting your bottom lip before letting it go. “I’m worried I’m in over my head. My passion is to help people and there are other ways of doing that. This whole medical study is a little too hard.” There was certainly no mistaking the disappointment in your voice and Gavin stopped in his ministrations for a moment before picking up again. “Y’know…when I studied to become a police officer, I didn’t think I’d get through.” He quietly opened up to you a little. It’s not often he does, he’s just not a very open person and you learned that it was easier to let him come to you when he’s ready rather than you question for answers. “I was just some dumb punk kid. Couldn’t spell. Kept pickin’ fights, worried I was gonna end up on the wrong side of the law indefinitely. But, uh… here I am. Y’know? The physical stuff was easy. Loved it. But the academic stuff? The studying, the essays? Man, it felt like bullshit. My final exam… y’know, the one that really matters…? Thought I’d fucked it up completely. I studied as hard as I could but it felt like nothing… I left that exam room, ready to quit. Wanted to quit. Hell, I even almost tore up my acceptance letter. There was just no way in hell I was gonna make it. But I did. And you will too. Just keep going, Y/N. Don’t give up. The world needs you as a Nurse. I need you as a Nurse. Who else is gonna patch me up?” You let out a sigh as Gavin kept working the knots on your shoulders, and his firm voice slowly soothing your worries. To others who didn’t know Gavin, one would assume he was being a bit harsh or blunt with his speech, but you knew the tones of endearment that lay within the message he was trying to send. “Take a breather, Y/N.” Gavin suggested when you didn’t respond to his little spiel that came from the heart. He didn’t take offense to you not replying. He knew you tend let things process a little before taking on board what was said. “I can’t. I have so much to do.” You said as you leant sideways on his knee, a hand waving at the mess of papers and textbooks everywhere. “Your burnt out. You’re gonna get shit done tonight. You don’t think I’ve been where you are? You’re gonna just sit there and re-read the same question for the next three hours, trying to make sense of it. And you’re gonna write fuck all because your brain is tired.” His fingers had stopped massaging across your skin, but they had now begun to caress softly across your shoulders before dropping to your upper arms and giving them a squeeze of reassurance. He’s head coming to lean down and press against the side of yours as you both sat there for a moment in silence. You hadn’t argued against him so, to him, that meant you were likely contemplating what he was suggesting and would heed his advice in stopping for the night. His grey eyes spotted something in one of your text books and frowned, trying to make out what the fuck it was… “What’s that?” he asked, pointing to something that represented a certain type of sweet. “It’s a spleen.” “Looks like a jelly bean to me.” “Yeah, well it wouldn’t taste like one.” “How would you know? Have you ever tasted one before? Are you secretly a cannibal that I don’t know about? … ‘cause that’s kinda hot. Let’s do it!” Joking of course, he attacked your neck with kisses, making you smile and the small sound of laughter escaped. Gavin’s heart fluttered just a bit knowing he made you smile, even if it was just a small smile… “C’mon Y/N. Pack all this away. Start fresh tomorrow.” “Yes Detective.” You murmured, teasingly using his title which you did every now and then. It always earned a small sound of laughter from him. With a kiss to your temple, Gavin wiggled himself out of being trapped on the couch by your body, and left you to pack up your paperwork. He would have helped but he didn’t want to mess up any system you had going (working on case files at the Precinct, he knew what it was like to have a mess of papers spread out across the table but for it to also be an ‘organised mess’). You barely paid any mind to where Gavin was going, assuming he’d gone to take a shower or something. You focused on packing things away, feeling a little more at ease after Gavin was able to place your mind to rest. This is one of the things you adored so much about him; at first glance he looks like a gruff person you wouldn’t dare be friends with, but underneath all that… there’s a much sweeter side to him. It took him ages to show it, but you saw his potential, caught glimpses of it beneath his rough-boy exterior. Hence why you never gave up on him.

Everything in two neat piles, you carried both to the dining room table and set them there, ready to tackle tomorrow. For now, you needed to focus on cooking dinner because even though it’s been a long day for you, it’s been an even longer day for the poor Detective. And the last thing he needed to come home to was a stressed out girlfriend. “Hey, Gav? What do you want for dinner?” You called out from the kitchen, hand resting on the countertop with a finger idly tapping away in thought because you hadn’t prepared anything earlier. “Don’t worry about dinner” Gavin said as he rounded the corner into the kitchen, making you jump ten feet in the air. Again, making him chuckle at your reaction. “Ran you a bubble bath. Go relax. I’ll handle tonight.” Had your hand not been resting on the countertop, you would’ve fainted at the offer. All this time Gavin had prepared you a bubble bath while you were tidying up your papers, despite his own long-ass day. How the hell did you get so lucky to have him? How the hell did people not see that he was such a kind man beneath his rough exterior? “I… but what about dinner?” “I’ll order pizza. Now go. Water’s gettin’ cold.” You stared at him just a moment longer before the relief washed over your body and your shoulders sagged, hand sliding off the bench. “Sounds good.” You softly murmured before walking up to him and pressing a kiss against his cheek. You didn’t see it as you made your way to the bathroom, but Gavin had a stupid smile on his face. He may not show it in all the right ways, but he was head over heels for you. He fucking worshipped the ground you walked on. You were that softness he needed in the world of cruelty he was exposed to either by his job or his own damn actions. You soaked in the bath for a good long while – or until your stomach started growling loudly and ruined the mental aesthetic you had going on. The last thing you expected Gavin to do was run you a bath, much less a bubble bath. Just add it to one of the many things you loved about him. Like it was said, he doesn’t show his love or appreciation in normal ways. But the massage, the bubble bath, the taking over the evening’s plans so you can relax despite his own long and stressful day… those were the ways he shows he cares. It wasn’t long before you were snug in your pyjama’s and followed the scent of Pizza that sat on the coffee table, Gavin patiently waiting for you to join him before he began eating. You hated that he does that, he needs to eat. No need to wait for you. But then again, you adored that he had some gentlemanly values. Because, looking at him (or with your first impression of him), you thought he lacked them entirely. There was a bottle of water waiting for you too, as sweet as Gavin was to take everything into consideration, it made you feel even more guilty because he’s had a long day and you haven’t even asked about his day, or how he was going! You quietly sat down and took your half of the cardboard box that had your pizza on it. “Hey. You’re gonna make a great Nurse one day.” Glancing over to him, you saw the sincerity in his grey eyes. He 100% believed in you. No doubts. Your eyes quickly shifted to the kitchen table before glancing back at Gavin again. He’s right. You can do this. You’ll do it for him. A gentle smile spread across your face, blush lightly tinging your cheeks. “Thank you, Gavin. For everything.” “Hey, c’mon now. How many times have I come home late or pulled an all-nighter? It’s the least I could do. Besides. You got no idea how hot you’re gonna look in your uniform.” “They’ll be scrubs Gavin. Not the 1950s get-up.” “Still gonna look hot babe. And ‘m still gonna rip ‘em off you.” You chuckled softly at the underlining compliment before moving a little closer to him on the couch, resting against his arm. To which he moved it slightly so you could rest in the crook of his side while you ate. “I mean it Y/N. You’re gonna be great and I’m so proud of you.”  

[aethelar]

I'm sitting in a lecture and dying of boredom so i had this idea: what about Graves finding a puppy or some other animal and keeping it a secret from Newt to teach the cute animal some tricks to show Newt something special in the end. Maybe Newt finds out early and acts he doesn't know or he can't help and adore his boyfriend trying his best but Graves has a hard time because that damn cute thing won't listen.

Technically, Graves is called in because a crup is a magical creature, and while the laws are better now than they used to be, breeding beasts is still illegal.

Technically, Graves is required to alert the owner to this fact, check that they have the necessary permits for possession of the parent crups, and deliver a formal requirement for both bitch and dog to be neutered to prevent further litters.

Technically, Graves should walk away having assured himself that the puppies will be rehomed as pets and are not being sold for profit, traded for potions parts, or otherwise misused in a way that contravenes the articles of safe handling and creature protection.

Yeah, well.

Graves never liked technicalities.

"Do I what?" Tina asks again.

"A crup. Puppy. Do you want."

She blinks. "I mean, sure," she says. "I guess everyone wants one at some point in their life."

"Great." He holds his coat open to show the small furry occupants of his inner pockets. "What colour? You can have one of each if you like." The puppies stick their heads out; one is all white, two have the classic white fur and brown patches, one has a darker shade of brown-black in her patches, and the last little head almost entirely brown with an uneven white moustache over his nose.

Tina stares. Graves looks back at his pockets. One of the puppies is attempting to climb out, and there's a suspicious dark stain in the bottom corner of another pocket. "Please have one of each," he says.

Tina opens her mouth to ask if Graves is definitely Graves and not Newt in polyjuice, then thinks better of it.

"Why do you have crups in your coat?" she asks instead.

"And why are you fencing them like a shady pawn-shop thief," Delgado adds, butting into the conversation. Graves and Tina look at him blankly, so he mimes holding his own coat open. "Y'know. Wanna buy a watch? No? My humour's wasted on you guys. But for real boss, where'd the babies come from?"

Puppy two finally escapes the confines of her cloth prison. Graves catches her in a wandless levitation charm because his hands are full keeping puppies one and four from following her. She turns a somersault midair and starts trying to doggy paddle.

"Illegal breeder raid," Graves says. And, because technically that wouldn't result in him coming back with passengers, he elaborates: "They were farming them for the tails. I objected."

"By stealing five puppies?"

"Rehoming," he corrects. "I'm rehoming five puppies. Tina's taking two. Delgado, you have this one." He floats the still-swimming escape artist over to him, and she seems ecstatic to finally be moving forward. Delgado, suddenly with an armful of wriggle and tongue, is clearly also ecstatic, he's just a bit too blindsided to show it.

"Tina's what? When did I agree to that?"

Graves shifts his grip on puppies one and four, and deposits them on Tina's shoulders before she can stop him. She's forced to hold onto them to stop them falling, because crups have zero balance at the best of times and are exponentially worse as uncoordinated puppies.

"You didn't want Queenie to be left out," he explains, and turns sharply on his heel to leave. Three down, two to go. Easy.

By four o clock, all five puppies are back on his desk. Delgado is slouched in a chair, staring mournfully at puppy two. Graves shoots him a filthy look and refuses to feel sympathy for traitors.

"I'm sorry," Tina says. She doesn't sound particularly sorry. "But I wanted a crup when I was five. It wouldn't be fair to them - or to me - if I had one now. Besides, my landlady doesn't allow pets."

Delgado slumps lower in his seat. "Mine doesn't care."

"Yours is a no-maj."

Technically, amputating a crup's second tail was a harmless operation and recommended to allow them to pass as a non-magical terrier. Technically. Please see above for Graves' views on technicalities. Would you like a limb amputated so you could blend in? Graves thinks the fuck not.

He fights the urge to retrieve puppy two from where she's chewing on his budget report and hold her far out of harm's reach. Delgado, he reminds himself, is low-key terrified of Newt; even if he thought mutilating puppies was a good idea (which he doesn't, Graves has known Delgado for fourteen years now and he can safely say he's not a puppy-mutilator) he'd never risk it in case Newt found out.

"He still doesn't care," Delgado grouses, but he knows he's lost. No-maj landlords don’t accept magical pets, no matter how lenient they are. "And he's ancient. He probably can't see."

Puppy five - who, up till now has spent most of his time asleep - wakes up, looks around until he sees Graves, walks confidently in his direction, and falls off the edge of the desk.

He licks Graves' hand when he catches him and wags both tails.

"What if we kept them," Graves' mouth says with absolutely no permission from his brain, "but they stayed in the office?"

Delgado brightens immediately. "Lucky could be an office dog?"

"Sir," Tina says. She's pinching her nose. Graves agrees; this is a stupid idea, and he shouldn't have suggested it. He begins to say as much, but then puppy five yawns and curls into Graves' arms to go back to sleep.

"They're all being office dogs," he says instead. "I'm the head of department, I can do what I want."

Tina glares. Delgado beams and sweeps puppy two - Lucky, apparently - into his arms. Lucky chews the edge of his collar. Puppy five snuffles in his sleep.

Graves, technically, can't do what he wants unless he has Picquery's permission, but I expect you've got the idea about technicalities by now.

The agreement he hashes out with Tina is simple. (Why he has to hash out agreements with his own subordinates is beyond him, but her emotional blackmail techniques are top notch so he doesn't dare object.) Newt is away on a rescue mission business trip for another eleven days and seventeen hours - ish, Graves hasn't been tracking exactly how long it is, that would be pathetically love-struck. Which Graves is not. So, uh, Newt is away for a week or a month or some other length of time. This is the trial period. If the puppies are sufficiently well behaved and non-disruptive during their trial, Tina will support Graves when he asks Newt if the puppies can stay.

Newt, of course, will not allow the puppies to stay if he thinks they'll be unhappy as office dogs. This is important.

Newt will also not allow the puppies to stay if Tina tells him not to. This is also important. Pissing unfair, but important. Graves needs Tina on side.

Which means Graves needs the puppies to pass basic puppy training 101 and not - that's not, that's a negative, it means do the exact opposite please and thank you - crap in the lift.

Why were the puppies in the lift to begin with. The auror department is only on one single floor. Puppies. Get back here. Please. This is day four of puppies and coincidentally day four of cleaning up crap. Why.

"Morning, boss," Delgado practically sings, prancing into the office. Graves is attempting to teach the puppies what a treat is. He's read that crups are food motivated which means that they should do what he say if he gives them treats. The puppies’ view of should, however, seems to align with Graves’ view of technically, and training is going accordingly slowly.

"Lucky," he says, waving the beef jerky in her direction.

"My baby girl," Delgado coos, and Lucky scrambles straight past Graves and his beef jerky to throw herself at her person.

Food motivated Graves' ass.

"Lucky up!" Delgado commands, and Lucky - who so far has ignored and/or done the opposite of every single command Graves has tried - jumps excitedly up for Delgado to catch her and lift her above his head.

Something warm and wet closes over Graves' hand. He looks down to find puppy three looking up at him with big soulful eyes.

"Sit," he says, pressing her butt down with his other hand. She wags her tails at him and licks hopefully at the beef jerky. "Three. Sit."

Lick lick lick.

"You're calling him three? You can't still call him three. He needs a name, boss!"

"She. And her name is Three. These are her sisters One and Four, and her brother Five. C'mon, sit dammit."

Delgado drops into an inelegant sprawl on the floor, putting Lucky down in front of him. "Real names. Look - Lucky! Lucky sit, good Lucky!"

Lucky whines and tries to climb into his lap. So does Four, actually, and while a quick looks round shows that Five has decided to fall asleep with his head inside Graves' shoe (Graves loves Five but he has to question his intelligence sometimes), One is nowhere to be seen.

"Where's One?"

"Baby girl, c'mon. Sit, Lucky!"

"Delgado. Have you seen One?"

Delgado looks up from the tug of war game he's now playing with his shoelace. Lucky, Graves is quietly vindicated to notice, has not sat. Nor has Three, but that's because Three is nomming her way through a piece of beef jerky.

"Not since last night. Was she definitely with the others when you came in this morning?"

"Seeing as I brought them in with me, yes. Watch them, I'm going to look for her." He reaches for his shoe and gently tips Five out. The puppy whuffs and opens a sleepy eye, tails giving one lazy thu-thump against the floor.

"You brought them in - wait, you take them home with you?"

"Stay," Graves tells Five. Then, to Delgado, "They need to sleep somewhere, and I don't have a no-maj landlord to worry about."

He suppresses a grin at Delgado's squawk and leaves to find his lost ward. A quick point me for One doesn't pick her up - maybe there's something to what Delgado says about names - but a spell searching for crups in general oscillates between his office behind him and somewhere forwards and left.

Maybe tracker-stones in their collars? They don't have collars yet, but just think of all the protection runes Graves could fit on them. And health and longevity, maybe, if he can sneak them past Newt - Newt has a thing about not messing with nature and weakening bloodlines by making creatures rely on human magic, but c'mon Newt, puppies - ooooh, and storage runes, he could store water in their collars and teach them how to activate it with a paw so they never dehydrate on hot days, that's surely an essential one to include.

He's halfway through redesigning the basic collar strap by the time he finds One. (Not enough space on the normal ones. But if you replace the leather band with a sheet of leather carefully rolled into a band-like shape... 'course, then you'd need some kind of barrier between the layers to stop the runes interacting with each other, maybe back the leather with gold? Thick enough to keep the runes pure, thin enough that it doesn't interfere with the magical effects - and obviously it has to still be comfy to wear...)

"Tina," he says, only somewhat surprised. "You stole my crup."

"They're the office crups," she reminds him. "And anyway, Rosa's mine. You gave her to me." Rosa, pillowed in a paw-print studded blanket in the basket under Tina's desk, rolls her head to give Graves a smug upside down grin.

Graves hesitates, not sure if this is meant to be a test of some sort. Tina was the one who said he had to puppy train them.

"They're meant to stay in my office for training," he says, and his voice is very carefully neutral with no hint of hesitance. She can probably smell weakness.

"Rosa, heel," Tina says, reaching down and tapping her calf. One - Rosa - hops out the basket and trots over, mouth open and panting in delight.

How. How. Graves has been training the miniature hellions for four days now. Tina’s had Rosa for scattered parts of those. How.

"Besides," Tina continues, as if she hasn't just shown Graves up for the puppy-training failure that he is (he grew up with three dogs. How is he this bad) "You're hardly one to talk."

She gestures behind him with a tilt of her head. Graves looks back, then down, then sighs and stubbornly refrains from slumping his shoulders in defeat. "Five," he says, in what was meant to be a stern voice but comes out remarkably lacking in sternness. "Five, no."

Five wags his tails and lies down for another nap.

“I’ll bring Rosa back when I go home for the day,” Tina says, and Graves picks Five up and retreats to the coffee room in graceful defeat.

"Newt comes home tomorrow," Tina says, leaning against the door frame in a parody of nonchalance.

"Twenty eight hours and forty minutes," Graves agrees, not even trying to pretend he hasn't been counting. Tina, thankfully, isn't phased.

"So. Puppy training."

"Puppy training," Graves repeats. This is the test. The puppies have survived their trial period without being - too much - a distraction. Delgado's ability to do paperwork has taken a sharp dive, but the time he's spent in the training rooms has doubled so it evens out. One of the training dummies has started showing bite marks and all Graves can say is that Delgado teaches Lucky to fight dirty.

Rosa is, of course, sitting flawlessly at Tina's feet, tails tucked around her paws and head tilting as she follows the conversation. There is no question that she's passed puppy training.

Graves takes a breath and turns to Five, Three, and Four. "Puppies," he commands, then whistles and holds his hand low. Three and Four trip over themselves to come and inspect it. Five raises his head, divines that this is a training exercise and the hand is empty of treats, and drops his chin back on the carpet.

"Stay," Graves tells Three and Four, then holds his other hand out to the side and whistles again. Three almost - almost! - goes to it, but she remembers in time. Five continues to ignore it.

"You haven't used his name," Tina says; her grip is white knuckled around her elbow, and Graves can see Delgado peering anxiously over her shoulder. Lucky, he guesses, has already passed Tina’s test - but if Five can't pass then none of the crups stay. That was the deal.

"Five," Graves pleads, holding his hand out again and whistling. "Five, heel."

With a last, long suffering look, Five gets to his feet. He pads straight past the hand, flumps next to Graves' feet, and headbutts the heel of his shoe.

"I'll take it," Tina says instantly. "Fabulous. Done. Puppies are staying. Rosa, I think Queenie put bacon in your lunch, let's go."

There's a long, relieved pause as both Delgado and Graves slump to the floor. Three and Four wander over to say hello to Lucky, but Five wriggles his way up to Graves' hand and noses his head underneath.

"I can't believe we passed," Delgado says with a level of stunned that puppy training rarely warrants. "I can't believe you still call her Five."

"Him. Five is him. And Three and Four are Three and Four, so. Five is Five."

"Yeah, well. Now all we have to do is convince Newt to give us the ok and we're clear, right?"

Graves looks down at Five; the puppy has positioned himself directly under Graves' palm and is snoring quietly, tails wagging in an off-beat rhythm as he dreams.

He is, objectively, adorable. Newt will love him. "Right," he agrees with a faint smile. "Newt won't say no."

"No," Newt says. "They're never going to be office dogs."

Graves' perception of reality warps, and refuses to accommodate this new version of truth.

"Come again?" he croaks.

"Crups can't be office dogs," Newt explains. "They attach to specific people - they need homes."

They have people, Graves wants to say. Or - some of them have people. What would Lucky get out of a home that she doesn't get from Delgado? Is it the landlord issue? Graves will buy Delgado's flat. And Tina's. He'll be their landlords. Problem solved.

Newt must catch his expression because he makes an apologetic face. "Sorry, Graves," he says. "But... they're not right here. They're ok now, but when they're older, they'll be miserable." He gestures at where Three,  Four, and Five are currently inhaling their dinner at the feeding mat Graves has set up behind his desk.

A proper feeding mat, with bone-print bowls large enough to last them through to adulthood because Graves thought they might stay that long. But if Newt says it's not where they'll be happy...

He looks down at Five and swallows his protest. "Oh," he says. "Well, we can look into rehoming them, unless you have something else in mind?"

Newt smiles. "Rehoming is good. I have some ideas for where to put them if you can't find anyone, but if you have homes in mind then that's great."

Dinner finished, Five glances up to check if Graves needs anything. He must pick up on the mood because he expands his check to cover the whole room, and trots up to sit guard by Graves' chair.

It's single handedly the most painful thing that's ever happened to Graves. If it’s best for Five that Five goes then Five will go, but for Graves’ sake, couldn’t he be a bit less perfect and a bit less devastating to say goodbye to?

"You have to tell Tina and Delgado," he says to Newt, unashamedly wimping out of passing on that news. "Fair warning, Delgado will cry."

"Ok," Newt says dubiously. "Of... happiness?"

What. "What? No. You're - he loves Lucky. He's not going to be happy."

"Because...?"

Graves blinks. Did Newt get hit by a spell? Is he suffering short term memory loss? Is Graves suffering short term memory loss? "You're rehoming Lucky," he says slowly, "Because crups can't be office dogs."

"I'm not rehoming Lucky! Lucky has a home. She'd hate being separated - crups bond for life!" Newt looks over at Three and Four, gesturing sharply to emphasise his point. "We're rehoming them, because they're the ones without specific people to attach to and are going to hurt themselves trying to bond with the whole department."

"So," Graves starts, leaning forwards slightly. "So Lucky stays. And Rosa stays."

"Yes."

"And... Five stays?"

"Yes," Newt huffs. "All the crups with bonds stay." He pauses then, and frowns down at Five, who's still sitting in full alert at Graves' feet. "Did you really call him Five?"

"You called a thunderbird Frank," Graves reminds him, but his heart isn't in it. Five stays. Three and Four don't, but that's fair, they deserve the best homes and MACUSA isn't it for them. But Five chose Graves. Five stays.

"Good dog," he says, dropping a hand down onto Five's head. He gets a half-hearted lick in return, then Five flops down over his shoes and goes to sleep.

"Five," Newt repeats in the background. "Who has a familiar called Five. And there's nothing wrong with Frank, Frank's an excellent name."

Graves isn't listening though. He's still stuck on the landlady problem for Rosa and Lucky. Maybe if he uses a notice-me-not ward? Shit, why hasn't he got started on the collars yet. He needs to test how the runes interact; if they aren't efficient enough, he'll need to ugrade to a power-stone to keep them going. Maybe an amythyst on the tag? Or crystal wire woven through the leather...?

Newt, meanwhile, is being climbed on by Three and Four. He scratches behind their ears and sneaks a glance at where Five is sprawled protectively over Graves' feet, pretending to sleep.

"How do you feel about obscurials?" he murmurs to Four. "I know Graves said he'd rehome you, but I think there's someone you should meet first."

Four cocks her head, then shakes herself and pounces on her sister.

"Point taken," Newt says. "That's ok though, I think he has a sister. Or - he has two, one of them's a muggle though. You promise to get on with her even though she's a muggle?"

Twin excitable yips. Graves frowns and mutters something about fire-resistance.

"It's a deal then," Newt grins, and solemnly holds out a hand to shake Four's paw.

She chews his fingers, and the deal is done.

[artificialqueens]

All I’ve Got To Keep Myself Sane, 3/8 (Jackie/Widow) - Juno

Chapter Summary: They reach Atlantic City, but more bizarre coincidences mean Jackie and Widow remain in each others’ pockets.

CW: References to homophobia, one drug use reference.

A/N: This chapter is still angsty, but also fluffy, still slow burn. There is also some POV change within the chapter. I hope you like chapter three. Thank you for your support so far with this fic!

It was almost six thirty as the sea came into view on the horizon, Atlantic City ahead of it. The sun was setting behind them, casting the sea into a million different colours, the sky on the horizon turning a faded blue.

Jackie had asked for energetic music to keep out her own thoughts for the rest of the drive. Widow had put on a band Jackie didn’t know called Glass Cloud, which had turned out to be heavy metal, and then had promptly fallen asleep again. How Widow slept with this cacophony going on was anyone’s guess.

Still, the heavy guitar and growls was better than thinking about Jan.

The smirk on her face as she’d answered the door this morning. Cheeks still flushed, pupils still dilated, hair still dishevelled. While that bitch scurried on the stairs behind her before sprinting into the kitchen, still pulling on her sweater.

Not an iota of shame for what Jan had been doing behind Jackie’s back – just an easy lie.

She’s just a friend. Just on my soccer team. Just having a sleepover.

Almost an exact repeat of what Jan had told her in New York, six months ago. Just a sleepover with a friend from theatre.

It had been the last straw. Jackie had screamed at Jan that it was over, for goodthis time, before driving herself to that same Wal-Mart she’d just slept in, and had spent the next hour sobbing and wondering if she was delusional, if she’d done the right thing.

She’d thought she was done crying. Widow had already proven her wrong there. Just saying Jan’s name had felt like a millstone dropping from her neck, as if she’d been carrying it too long. Now, she was simply mentally exhausted, not to mention physically from all this driving.

Jackie chanced a glance at Widow as they started on the winding streets of Atlantic City itself. She was turned away from Jackie to the passenger window, but her breathing told Jackie that she was still asleep.

Widow had slept almost the entire journey, come to think about it, only waking up when they had pulled into a stop. A good six hours. Why was she sleeping this much? Jackie wasn’t sure, and she didn’t want to chance waking her while the car was moving. Best to keep things as they were.

But Widow in sleep was no longer as peaceful as earlier. She’d twist, thrash against her seatbelt, making the occasional high-pitched whimpering noise at the top of her throat before settling, and then ten minutes later starting the same thing again.

Even now she was starting to protest again, noise starting again in her throat.

A stark contrast to the soothing persona who had pulled Jackie to her chest in a comforting hug when she’d broken down at revealing Jan’s name only about an hour ago.

Jackie pulled into a side street, right near the ocean, with a group of what looked like retirement apartments, and found a space to park. She turned off the engine, her limbs aching from driving for so long, and sighed at the view.

It was time to wake up her passenger, but it was getting harder and harder each time; Widow was definitely fast asleep, and Jackie had to properly shake her to make her flinch at all.

“Come on, wake up.”

Widow looked confused for a moment, then turned out the front window, her eyes widening as she took it in.

“The sea,” she murmured. “I can’t – I don’t think I’ve seen the sea since I was in senior year.”

Widow seemed utterly enraptured by the vast expanse of the Atlantic on the horizon, something Jackie couldn’t fathom having lived near it for so long. Jackie watched her stare silently out to it, an awed expression on her face.

“Where does your friend Crystal live?”

“She always says somewhere in Pleasantville. Hang on.” Widow reached into her bag, pulled out her phone, and tapped at the screen for her messages, swiping left on a missed-call notification as she did.

She read the message and let out a sigh.

“Shit.”

Widow closed the screen and leaned back in the seat, closing her eyes frustratedly.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Widow muttered, “I just need to get a hotel. She’s out of town.”

“Where’s she gone?”

“Miami. Her girlfriend lives there. Some college skater girl she met when she went down in spring. Last weekend before class starts, right? Said she’s back tomorrow evening. I just need to stay somewhere for one night. Where are there hotels here? Any nearby?” Widow asked.

Jackie swallowed. “I’m sure there’s plenty around here.”

“I thought you’d know where things are in Atlantic City, since your grandma is here. You’re coming to visit her, right?”

“She – she lives up in Pleasantville too. Somewhere. I have her details on my phone.”

“What time is she expecting you?” Widow asked, fixing her eyes on Jackie’s, that same penetrating stare she seemed to put on at every turn.

She seemed to know when Jackie wasn’t saying everything, and it was becoming unnerving. Jackie sighed, scrabbling in her brain for an excuse, but finding that none came to the forefront of her mind. Widow saw straight through her, and Jackie was tired of hiding. Tired of keeping this up.

“She isn’t expecting me.”

Widow nodded. “I didn’t think she was.”

Jackie opened her mouth to reply, but found that her mind refused to conjure anything for her any more. She turned back to the horizon, looking out at the Atlantic stretching all around them. They were both silent for a few moments.

“Alright,” Widow sighed eventually, “well, if you don’t know any hotels in the area, I’ll look one up.” She opened up her phone again.

Jackie fought with what she was about to say, but there wasn’t really any point in hiding it now. She confessed, “I have a room already booked for the night.”

This time, Widow turned sharply to her, frowning.

“You’ve booked a hotel?” She asked Jackie.

“Yeah.”

Jackie had booked a Holiday Inn, right on the sea front. But I hadn’t expected to be alone.

Jackie held her tongue on that thought. She couldn’t think about that without Jan’s face swirling in front of her.

Widow’s expression flattened again, and she nodded. “Alright. You booked a room. Do you mind me being, you know, in the same hotel as you? Are you gonna tell me where it is, and then I can book myself a room too?”

“We can go now, if you want.”

“Sure.”

Widow’s eyes got bigger and bigger as Jackie drove, the Atlantic coming nearer to them, and honestly, Jackie was enjoying her marvelling at the sea.

The sound of seagulls overhead, the rushing noise of the waves, it was starting to come back to Jackie, even though this time she wouldn’t have anyone to share it with.

Parking at the hotel was pretty busy, but Jackie managed to find a space eventually. Looking out the front, the hotel overlooked the boardwalk, with the beach only a few metres beyond that. The boardwalk was still crawling with people, even though it was after seven o’ clock by now.

Jackie turned to her left, the northern side of the strip, watching the lighthouse in the distance turning slowly, the lights of the pier below stretching out from the land and towards the sea. On the right, tourists, students, and everyone else was gathered on the strip, coming off the beach as the sun dipped lower behind them, the first partygoers coming out, pre-drinking before hitting one of the clubs further inland, off the strip.

The sea was always a place Jackie associated with happiness. It reminded her of childhood, not because she ever came here as a kid; but because of the sense of fun and freedom it instilled in her.

Driving down from New York first thing this morning, Jackie had had visions in her head of sunrise over the Atlantic, foam lapping over her toes as she stretched her legs out on the sand. Jan’s head on her shoulder.

No. Can’t think about Jan.

It would have been utopia, if Jan had been in a position to come with her.

Honestly, Jackie didn’t want to think about what kind of position Jan had been in first thing this morning. But it certainly hadn’t been one where she could ditch, hop in the car and drive down to AC with her.

Instead of calm, clear waters and idyllic sandy scenes, now she was faced with a cold dip in the seas of reality.

Nothing was going as planned.

But nothing mattered any more.

Jackie’s thoughts were interrupted by Widow’s phone ringing. The inside of the car flooding back to her, Jackie watched as Widow picked the phone up, glanced at the number, and pressed it to her ear. “Hello.”

Widow’s eyes became glassy as she sat for a few seconds. Her posture stiffened, and she bit her lip.

“Hello, Uncle Richard.”

Jackie watched, silently, her heart aching for Widow as her face gradually changed from glassy to fearful, nodding, putting a knuckle to her mouth to chew.

“Okay. …. I said, okay. I’m totally fine.”

Another pause. Her eyes were filling with tears, but her voice somehow remained steady.

“I’m at Dahlia’s.”

What was going on?

Widow was now screwing her eyes shut tightly, her lip quivering, waving her free hand in front of her eyes, but it still didn’t stop a tear escaping her.

“No, she’s not. She’s straight.”

Her voice was quaking with emotion. Jackie’s hands shook as she watched Widow try to hold it together in front of her, the longest pause yet as she listened to her phone, gulping back her sadness.

“Okay. No, I’m fine.”

A choked gasp.

“Yeah. Yeah, I love you too.”

Widow’s voice trembled, but she put the phone down, and brushed her hands over her face, and took two or three deep breaths in, steadying herself.

“Widow,” Jackie wondered how to approach this, “I don’t think I’m the only person who needs to get something off their chest here.”

“It’s nothing.”

Widow’s face was obstinate, her jaw tensing, but Jackie refused to let this lie.

“You were just speaking to your uncle. You told him you were with Dahlia. Who I know is in Pennsylvania because you told me.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Don’t say it’s nothing! Come on, Widow. You don’t know me, so I can’t judge you.” Jackie repeated Widow’s own words to her, putting a hand on Widow’s shoulder, hoping for some sort of response.

But Widow barely noticed her words. Her lip trembled, her eyes filled with tears, staring out ahead.

“I thought he didn’t want to see me again!”

——

Widow’s heart thumped. The last twenty four hours, or mainly the first twelve of those, kept repeating round and round her head.

She hated being upset, especially in front of people she didn’t know well. But she hadn’t expected Uncle Richard to call her so soon. In fact, a small part of her hadn’t even expected to hear from him ever again.

And the words that he’d said to her reverberated round her head, echoing over and over again. Kind words. Apologetic words. Accepting words. The vague panic and dread she’d felt ever since she’d stormed out late last night, had come straight to the surface and were now falling away from her.

Was she doing the wrong thing?

“Widow?”

“What?” Widow came to with a start, the scene in front of her flooding back. The Atlantic City beach, just off the boardwalk. The vague sound of waves in the near distance. Jackie’s earnest face, full of concern, watching her every move.

The last thing Widow had expected when she’d first set foot in Jackie’s car was to be here on the beach with her in the evening, but some twists of fate seemed determined for them to remain in each others’ company, at least for now.

First, Crystal’s abysmal texting response. If she’d told Widow earlier that she was in Miami for the week, Widow could have booked a room earlier that day. But Crystal took at least three hours to reply; probably enjoying some weed and being with her girlfriend a bit too much to notice anything else. Not that Widow could blame her.

Then the hotel. It was almost fully booked – last weekend of summer, go figure – but once Widow was set up in her room, she’d come out to find Jackie locking up the room next to her. How had they ended up next to each other? Jackie had slipped out of her jeans into a skirt and a fresh shirt; Widow had finally gotten out of her stupid uniform altogether and opted for a pair of shorts and a band shirt (Metallica, she thought, but the label had faded so she couldn’t tell).

It had been Jackie’s idea to go to the beach (“The waves will carry our problems away!” Jackie had said with an ironic eyeroll), and although Widow had scoffed at Jackie’s somewhat sarcastic thought process, she’d always found the sea oddly mesmerising.

It was eight by the time they got there, and there were still plenty of people on the sand, but Jackie had found a quieter corner, and here they sat, leaning on their elbows on a towel Jackie had grabbed from the hotel room. Jackie hitched her skirt up, hoping for a little extra tan on her legs for the end of summer.

The ocean was as an immersive experience as Widow remembered. The hiss and roar of the ebb and flow of the tide, rushing away from them. The feeling of sand under her toes, and the tiny little grains getting stuck in the palms of her hands. The salty scent in the air, mingling with a vague lavender which she recognised by now as Jackie’s perfume.

“It’s peaceful,” Widow said, half to herself.

“What is?”

“The sea.”

Jackie snorted. “No it isn’t!”

It was Widow’s turn to roll her eyes. “You know what I mean.”

Jackie nudged her gently with her elbow. Widow gave her a nudge back. Suddenly they were both nudging each other over and over, like children.

The mood was slowly lightening between them; Widow feeling they weren’t quite strangers any more. They weren’t quite friends either, but when you’d comforted a twenty-six year old Canadian woman having a breakdown in the middle of nowhere on Route 76, some sort of sentimentality lingered.

“Widow, can you tell me why you told me you don’t have a home?” Jackie asked her suddenly, studying her face. “I get that you wanted to come here over that fortune, and your friend being here, but you must have lived somewhere before – this,” Jackie said, gesturing at them both, a huge simplification of what they were doing.

Jackie looked sincere, caring. If there was one thing Widow had learned, it was that Jackie wore her heart on her sleeve, and couldn’t have concealed an ulterior motive if she tried.

Damnit. Widow felt herself beginning to open at the seams at her sincerity.

“I moved to Pittsburgh to be with my uncle last year, after my mom passed away. He has a spare room, I paid him rent money, and he let me do my own thing. Only thing was …”

She sighed. “He knew I was gay; I told him back when I was nineteen. So he knows, and he says he’s fine with it. But he doesn’t want to know any more than that. If I mentioned it, there was some tension. Like he didn’t know what to say.”

Jackie nodded slowly, chewing her lip.

“My friend, Dahlia – she’s like, poker-straight, but when she was round my house last night … I dunno, maybe we were hugging a bit more or something. He told her she had to leave. He’s never told her that before.”

Widow took a shaky breath. “I guess all the tension got too much. I’m not proud of it, but I lost my temper. Called him every name I could think of. Dahlia ran away, back to her own house I guess. She wouldn’t reply to my messages. And I just – I just went upstairs, packed a bag, and went to my shift. At midnight. And after my shift, well, I didn’t really have a plan, except to get out of there.”

“Did he tell you to leave?” Jackie put a hand to her throat.

“He … actually, he didn’t. He was just,” Widow frowned, trying to remember his face. “He was totally silent, the whole time I yelled at him. Shocked, I guess. And he – he called me earlier because I didn’t come home. I just told him I was at Dahlia’s. That’s where I am anyway, normally.”

Jackie resumed her slow nod, her eyes glassy, thinking about something.

A lump had formed in Widow’s throat. She still felt ashamed for letting her temper go, but talking about it with Jackie now, she was starting to feel that she’d made the wrong decision altogether.

“He said he loved me,” she said, again the words seeming to come from her mouth without her having the chance to process them. “On the phone, I mean. And that he accepted me and we could talk later on it.”

Damnit. She was fighting back tears again. She looked up to the sky trying to stop herself crying.

“What was he like to live with?”

“He was …” Widow swallowed. “Other than that tension, he was okay. He always said how proud he was of me studying, and that an accounting qualification would mean I’d never be out of work again. He’s even got in touch with his accounts contacts, trying to get me a working placement for my final year of study.”

“It sounds as if he cares,” Jackie said gently. “Maybe he was still coming to terms with it. Some people take a bit longer. Maybe having that argument cleared the air. Made him realise how upset it made you, that he didn’t want to acknowledge your sexuality.”

Widow’s head had already made a similar connection. She knew she had a quick temper, but she also knew she had a quick cool down too. She’d cooled down almost instantly once she’d yelled at him, and now she felt a pang of remorse at everything she’d called him.

“Do you want to have a relationship with him, if he wants to?”

“I think so,” Widow muttered, “but I think we need to talk about it. Clear the air.”

“It’s your choice of course, but I think that’s a great step,” Jackie said gently.

She wore such a caring smile that it was all Widow could do to hold back her own emotion. Her head throbbed with exhaustion. She reached a hand into her bag, pulling out her cigarettes and extracting one.

Jackie wrapped an arm round Widow’s shoulder, gently pulling her towards her, and Widow leant her head onto Jackie, letting Jackie rub circles onto her arm. Her simple actions were making Widow feel oddly peaceful, her shoulder was warm and Jackie smelt faintly of lavender and some fruit-scented shampoo.

Eventually Widow had to sit forward, wipe her tears, take another drag at her cigarette. She felt like she was falling asleep again, Jackie making her feel like she was dreaming a little, and the beach was not the place to sleep.

“So, as you’ve sat on it for so long: tell me about Jan.” Widow prompted, blowing a smoke ring.

Jackie’s face switched almost instantly from concern to anger; her lips pursing into a thin line.

“Jan is – was – my girlfriend.”

Jackie surprised Widow when she reached her hand across her, taking the cigarette, and putting it to her lips, the tip glowing orange and crimson as Jackie took a drag.

“Was,” Widow nodded. “How long has she been a was, and not an is?”

Jackie exhaled a cloud of smoke, passed the cigarette back to Widow, and looked at her watch. “Oh, about ten hours.”

“Ten hours?” Widow cried, her jaw dropping. “Is that it? Holy shit.”

“I got three for the price of one this week,” Jackie spat, a sudden injection of vitriol in her voice as she held up her fingers, counting them down. “On Wednesday, I get told that my role is no longer being continued due to ‘restructuring’. Every sales rep’s favourite word.”

“Oh, God, Jackie –“

“Second,” Jackie said louder, putting another finger down, “my best friend Chelsea ditched me on Thursday, said she was sick, then she gets tagged in our friend Michelle’s insta story. She went out with Michelle all night, looking for men.”

“No!” Widow exclaimed.

“I confronted her on Friday morning. Said she can’t pull dudes with a lesbian hanging off her arm.” Jackie laughed bitterly.

Widow’s heart ached for her. “That sucks –“

“So, I told her where to go, and decided I’m gonna drive down to Pittsburgh on Saturday morning. Surprise my girlfriend, who I haven’t seen in three weeks, take her on a spontaneous trip. Booked us a hotel in AC. Planned a dirty weekend. I dunno,” Jackie continued her bitter laugh, “I thought that maybe a little bit of love would have helped, after this – fucking shit show of a week.”

The air was thick. Widow didn’t dare to shatter the tension with words. Jackie was barrelling through it, anyway, unable to stop more words spilling out of her.

“I drove through the night last night. I drove from New York to Pittsburgh. I got to Pittsburgh at half past five this morning. I slept in a fucking car park in my car for three hours. I turned up at her house. And all I can hear through the open window is – is –“

Jackie stopped, her mouth open, speechless, before putting her hands over her face. Despair wracked her body and Widow laid a hand on her back.

“I don’t know who she was, but I saw her in the back when Jan came to the door. Some tiny, muscular jock girl. And I heard Jan. She was fucking her. Behind my back, while I’m oblivious in New York.” Jackie’s tone rose in anger the longer she talked, until she was spitting the last few words like a cobra.

Widow simply rubbed Jackie’s back as she spoke, her whole body shaking with rage. But Jackie couldn’t keep it up for long, letting out a sigh and slumping forwards, her anger spent.

“I saw her in the back,” Jackie mumbled, her voice suddenly thick with sadness. “She was so pretty. Prettier than me.”

“That’s unlikely,” Widow scoffed, before feeling her face flushing with heat. Where had that come from?

But Jackie hadn’t noticed, staring into space. “What’s wrong with me?” She whispered, her voice cracking.

Widow leant her head onto Jackie’s shoulder, still rubbing her back. Jackie rested her head on top of Widow’s, hearing Jackie’s quiet sobs coming and then fading after a few minutes.

“So, Atlantic City was the end of the line,” Jackie whispered finally, raising her head with a sigh.

“You said you were visiting your grandma,” Widow muttered, lifting her head to face Jackie. “I thought the grandma was a cover up, for why you were really coming here.”

Jackie turned her face away, fixed her gaze on the line of the horizon.

“Why did you continue the trip here?” Widow pressed.

Jackie pursed her lips, pondering the question. “I guess I just … I didn’t want to go back just yet. I don’t want to get back to reality. Reality is painful right now. I mean,” she added with another bitter chuckle, “when I get back to New York, reality will mean that I’ll have no job in three months, my best friend is a bitch, and my girlfriend was cheating on me.”

Jackie gave a shrug. “Maybe seeing my grandma would cheer me up.”

All this talking was painful, but somehow, Widow found her head was feeling a little lighter, the black fog she always seemed to be in was letting her go. She lay back, resting on her head on the towel. A handful of clouds passed over them now against the slowly dying light of the sky, as the sun slowly set behind them.

Jackie lay beside her, tilting her head to one side. The scent of lavender and some fruity shampoo was making Widow feel like she was starting to dream again.

Widow sighed. “It’s been a weird fucking day,” she said eventually.

“Yeah, for sure,” Jackie murmured dreamily next to her.

Widow realised with a start that Jackie had slipped a hand into hers as they lay on the sand, interlacing their fingers, and that Widow had spent the last couple minutes running a thumb along Jackie’s.

When she stopped, Jackie hooked her own thumb over Widow’s and did the same thing in turn.

Such simple, peaceful intimacy.

Widow certainly felt like she was dreaming now, her skin tingling but her mind starting to float away.

The beach was starting to clear of people now as the air turned even colder. A few dog-walkers came here and there, and a few teenagers enjoying the last weekend of summer break before class started again. Other people around them simply minding their own business, letting Jackie and Widow float in their own hazy world.

Finally, Jackie rolled over onto her side to face Widow. “I’m getting a bit hungry. You want food?”

[1-800-jmsbckbrns]

five times + one time [1]

five times someone got out of bed + one time no one did

[I know I’m starting another type of series, but no one can stop me.....]

one. 

The alarm clock pulled Bucky from what he considered to be the best sleep of his life. Now, granted, this was the first time he had relaxed into his own bed in two weeks. It was his first night back from a strenuous undercover mission in Antartica. 

He sat up, but something almost pulled him back down. Instead, Y/N gripped him tighter and rest her head on his shoulder. She slowly opened one eye.

“Why are you up?” Bucky had missed that sleepy voice. He kissed her forehead for a moment. He didn’t want to leave this warm bed either. 

“Meeting and debriefing. Should be just a few hours. We can all have lunch together when I’m out,” Bucky offered. Y/N only groaned and hugged him closer. He leaned into the touch. It was so nice to have that skin-to-skin contact. Her chest was warm on his arm, his soul. 

“But Stevie and I wanna have you here.” Y/N gave that pout that usually worked, but Bucky somehow powered through. He moved out of the bed to stand up. He felt Y/N hook herself on to his back. She crossed her legs at his torso and closed her eyes. 

“Don’t gooooooo,” Y/N dragged out the o. She was known for keeping Bucky in bed with her and Steve. Though it looked like her plan was thwarted by the necessity of this meeting. 

Hmph.

“Have to doll. I’ll be home soon, promise.” Bucky kissed her hand to her arm, then helped her unlatch off of him. Though he stole a kiss from her before helping her tuck back into the bed. She frowned just once, rolling into Steve’s arms after. 

Bucky quickly donned his agent apparel and got himself ready. He would make having to get out of bed worth it. When he entered back into the shared room, Steve was awake. Y/N was snoozing in his arms peacefully.

“Don’t be gone too long. Can’t stand to have you away,” Steve said once Bucky was close by. He leaned down to kiss the blonde man.

“Well be thankful you’re laying down. I’ll text you when I’m on my way home.” 

Steve rolled his eyes at the comment before telling Bucky to have a good time. He’d miss him. 

two.

Despite having been passed out for hours, Steve woke up in a somewhat drunk haze. He should not have taken that drink from Thor. It worked more than both he and Bucky expected. This was the first time in his life he had every really been drunk beyond a faint buzz. 

His stomach whined before lurching about. That really woke Steve up. Something told him today wasn’t the day to go to the gym. Maybe he could just lay here for a few hours. 

Steve tried to slowly breathe through whatever he was feeling. The light spilling from the window was too bright, the sound of the fan by him too loud. His senses were heightened with this new substance in his body. 

Whatever he had last night, he was pretty sure was coming back up. Steve stumbled out of the bed and into the bathroom. It didn’t relieve him like he thought it would. Instead, he just felt gross. He wiped at his mouth before resting against the wall near the toilet. 

He had no will to clean his hand, or even flush the toilet. Both would make him even sicker. He’d just have to sit very still and let whatever it was settle. 

The bathroom door opened, and Steve looked to see who it was. Bucky looked as if a drop of alcohol had never touched him. He was fine. Looked tired, but once again, fine. Steve had never been more jealous if he was being honest. 

“Really rocked your socks, didn’t you?” He was straight faced, but there was a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. Steve took in a deep breath and nodded once. 

“Yeah.” Even his voice sounded as gross as he felt. Steve was absolutely a mess right now, and he knew that. He hoped Y/N didn’t wake up to see him-

“Stevie, are you okay?” Y/N was by his side, wiping away the bile on him. She spoke softly and was gentle in touching him. 

“Drank too much last night. I’ll be okay.” 

That wasn’t true, but he liked saying it. Made it feel like the statement was true. He didn’t want to concern Bucky or Y/N.

“Sounds fake, punk. Come on, I’m gonna help you get washed up.” Bucky helped Steve stand. The world tilted as he stood. Y/N was right by his side, making sure he didn’t fall. She must have not had anything to drink last night. (She didn’t, actually. She saw Steve and Bucky gone to the alcohol and knew she would need to be sober in the morning. Neither boy remembered that though.)

“Will you be okay while I get some things ready for after?” Y/N helped move the two to the shower. Bucky nodded, taking Steve’s nasty shirt off. He had sweat out most of the alcohol and it clung to the shirt. 

“Of course. See you in a few,” Bucky said. He leaned in for a peck from Y/N. She kissed back for just a few seconds before flitting off to do her job. 

Steve leaned on Bucky for most of the shower. He was absolutely useless with a simple hangover. Thankfully Bucky had enough that he knew how to help Steve. Get him clean, then feed him and let him rest for the day. 

Y/N had a hangover meal ready, as well as clean clothes and blankets all over the couch. Steve lay longways on the couch, blankets covering him. He tried to stay awake but with Y/N massaging his scalp and Bucky rubbing his back, he was out in seconds. 

three. 

Y/N rose from her sleep suddenly. She felt trapped, too hot. Her heart felt like it was trying to rip out of her chest. She had to go, had to move, had to get out. 

She blindly climbed over a warm body before dropping to the floor. The feeling of climbing over a body...

A shutter shot through Y/N. Old memories were surfacing once again. The nightmare, or memory she should say, had been seared into her eyelids. It kept replaying if she gave it a second of thought. 

Y/N stared at the two men in her bed. Her husbands. They were her husbands and they lived in a little town in New York and they were completely safe and-

Heaving sobs came from her mouth, but she clamped her own hand over to muffle the sound. She had been so good about hiding these fears and painful memories. They didn’t crop up as often anymore but it was still a traumatizing part of her life. 

As much as she didn’t want to, she closed her eyes. Flashes of hellfire and death looming played across her mind. Y/N gripped her mouth tighter to force the sob back. She had to hold it in. 

Two strong arms pulled Y/N close, warmth surrounding her. She let go of her mouth to hug back whoever held her. Her hands grasped the soft shirt to remind her that she was physically safe. It took all that was in her to not completely melt. The smallest part of her was still hesitant to what was going on.

“I’ve got you,” Steve whispered. That was all it took to let go. To know she was in Steve’s arms was to know she was absolutely safe. 

Steve was thankful Y/N couldn’t see his face. The frown was deep set. He felt her shake in his arms, completely lost to the fear and wreckage of her own mind. What he wouldn’t give to take it all for her. 

One of his hands held the back of her neck while the other rubbed her back slowly. He slowly rocked her in an attempt to calm her down. It was working, her body reducing to only a small shiver every few minutes. Her sobs turned to sniffles, tears slowly leaving her cheeks. 

“I,” Y/N couldn’t even finish her sentence. Words fell off her tongue as soon as she would form them. It was hard to pick them out of the muddle that was her brain’s current state. 

“It’s okay. We’re just gonna sit here.” His voice was soft, gentle. He wasn’t worried about Bucky waking. Bucky could sleep through just about everything. He just didn’t want to startle Y/N. 

“Okay.” 

They stayed in that position on the floor, silent amongst the two of them. Y/N couldn’t get in the bed. Not now. Not where her demons festered. 

four.

Bucky huffed, rolling over to look at the blinking red light. The clock informed him that is was well into the hours of the night. He doubted any sleep would becoming to him any time soon. 

He carefully pulled himself out of Steve’s arms and stood from the bed. He grabbed a sweater and put on his slippers. He shouldn’t be in bed. Him rolling over all night would bother Steve. Not having Y/N here didn’t help either. They were both struggling to rest without her around. 

One light was on in the kitchen, and Bucky helped himself to turning on more. He didn’t need them but his eyes were too tired to focus at this hour. Maybe he should invest in glasses...

Bucky opened the cabinet by the sink and grabbed a box of Lucky Charms. He started to make a bowl of cereal. Simple things like this weren’t as easy to do back in the day. Then again, he wasn’t one for the domesticated life back in the day either.

He sat at the kitchen table with a bowl of cereal and a glass of apple juice. Bucky couldn’t take in too much milk. Super serum fixed a lot of problems, but definitely not his lactose intolerance. He had to choose between milk in the cereal or as the drink. He would go for a more satisfying meal than a drink any day. 

The only sound in the kitchen was Bucky munching on cereal as he stared into oblivion. His eyes were still despite his mind rushing with thoughts and memories.

“Hungry?” 

Bucky turned to see a bleary-eyed Steve. He shrugged once before shoveling a spoon full of cereal into his mouth. 

“Mithed Y/N,” Bucky spoke with a full mouth. Steve smiled but rolled his eyes. He grabbed a spare spoon and sat right next to Buck. 

“Me too. Missed you too when you weren’t in the bed either.” 

Bucky gave an apologetic smile, and Steve just shrugged it off. Happened to the best of them. As long as Bucky was here now, that was what mattered.

“I couldn’t sleep and felt too restless. Figured a late night snack would help,” Bucky said. Steve took a sip of the apple juice. 

“Did it?”

“Not at all,” Bucky admitted with a chuckle. That brought a smile to Steve’s face. He put his and Bucky’s spoon down so they could hold hands. 

“Look, she’ll be home in just a few days. Until then, we’ve got to make do with each other,” Steve said rather dramatically. Bucky rolled his eyes but smiled. 

“What ever will I do with a man who makes me fall prey to his manly wiles?” Bucky leaned into his arms, similar to that of the front of a romance novel. Despite his exhaustion, he was always one for flare.

“I mean.... I could think of a few things....”

Bucky turned his head to look at Steve, who only winked at him. Well he couldn’t turn down an implied offer like that. 

“Then you’ll just have to voice these thoughts to me, or you could show me.” Bucky rested completely against Steve’s chest. He couldn’t see Steve’s face but he could see his hands move towards his pants. A pale hand slipped under plaid pajama pants.

“I’d much rather show you,” Steve mumbled as he kissed behind Bucky’s ear. He squirmed against Steve as a hand worked some magic. 

Much better than sleeping. 

five. 

There was a part of Y/N that believed she would never get a full night of sleep again for the rest of this pregnancy. Having two moving things in her was hard to get used to. 

She sat up and pushed the blankets off. The rush of hormones gave her a hot flash. God, she’d be sweaty soon. 

Y/N was going to contemplate how to get out of bed, but she realized there was an opening to her left. Bucky wasn’t in bed. His keys and wallet were still on the bedside table, which meant he was probably still in the house. 

It didn’t take long to find the open door with a light on. Y/N was quiet when approaching the room. She glanced in from the side of the door. 

Bucky sat in the rocker, staring at the cribs right next to him. A soft pink blanket was gripped in his metal hand. He looked to be in a contemplative state. 

“I thought I heard a baby crying. Came to check it out. Did you know the cat next door meows weird?” 

Y/N shuffled into the room and sat on Bucky’s lap. He held her close, moving his hand under the bottom of her shirt to put it on her stomach. It was comforting to know the babies were still safe and protected. 

“I didn’t, but that’s good to know. Did something else happen to wake you up?” Y/N brushed back some of his hair to stop obstructing his view. Bucky started to shake his head, only to nod.

“I turned back into the Soldier, and you and Steve took the babies away. It didn’t help that I thought a baby was crying,” Bucky said. Y/N wanted to ask when he meant, but pushing wasn’t a good idea. She did hug him tighter though.

“I think the Soldier would protect the girls. But still, that’s a good reason to seek refuge in here,” Y/N said. Bucky said nothing, sighing instead. He leaned his head on her shoulder.

They sat in comforting silence. Bucky felt the babies move under his hand. Maybe they knew he was there and that he was just as excited for them and they were for him. 

Maybe they knew. 

one.

Y/N felt like garbage. She had been harboring a serious flu that kicked her ass all the way to Sunday. It had easily been 42 hours since she left this bed. No one had been there to force her out either. 

Steve and Bucky were on a short mission across the country. Or they had to meet Stark in Malibu. Y/N wasn’t sure as she had been so buried in her work that she kissed them, said I love you, then went straight back to work. Then adding a fever that made everything a hazy dream? She didn’t stand a chance at remembering. 

She watched the tv under a pile of heavy fleece blankets. The house was freezing despite the blistering heat outside. Y/N had no energy or will to move lest she get sick all over again. 

Her phone would buzz every once in a while, but she could barely read what the screen said. Y/N’s immune system was shot to hell. She couldn’t even get up to go to Bruce for help. 

Y/N drifted in and out of sleep for what felt like forever, but was only a day. She did wake up when someone, two someones, walked in the house. Oh no, they’d walk in to see actual death on their bed. Oh noooooooooooooooooo.

“Doll, where are you?” Bucky called from the hall. The house had been in the same state as when they had left last week. Had Y/N just up and left? 

“I think I hear something in our room,” Steve said. He and Bucky walked down the hall to their bedroom. 

It broke their hearts to see Y/N in such disarray. She barely lifted her head, giving a small wave before her hand retracted back into warmth. She was surrounded by tissues and water bottles. 

“Babe, you look terrible. It doesn’t smell to great in here either.” Steve sat next to her on the bed while Bucky tried to clean up. Y/N let out a groan as she curled up in Steve’s lap. 

“I’m sorry. I can’t get out of bed.” She watched Bucky throw everything away, then join them. They both looked mildly concerned at her state. 

“Let’s get you taken care of,” Bucky suggested. Y/N nodded, but then shook her head.

“Can we stay here for just a minute? Please?” She asked.

Neither would deny that request. They knew she would fall asleep, but that was okay. They could lay here while Y/N recharged. She was always there for them, and now they got to be here for her.