#and like a sweetheart???? pick a lane you make me MAD

[babayagabarbie]

It's 2 am so disregard this but I'm so insane for Gregory Peck...

[the-modernmary]

to be enough || aaron hotchner x gn!reader

Summary: During a movie night with your boyfriend Aaron, you accidentally stumbled onto his old wedding video, and it makes you wonder if you could ever compete with his first love?

A/N: This was an anonymous request, thank you SO MUCH for sending this in!! It’s my first request and it was so much fun to write!! I love soft Hotch so, so much. I’m sorry this took so long to get out. I was sick on and off for like two weeks straight, it was a whole thing. I hope you like this!!

masterlist || read on ao3

“I’ll make popcorn and open the wine, you pick the movie. We’ll meet back on the couch in ten minutes,” Aaron said quickly as he pressed a kiss to your cheek before making his way to his kitchen.

  You giggled at your boyfriend’s eagerness as soon as he opened the door to his apartment. Truth be told, you couldn’t blame him, though. It was rare that the two of you ever really got the chance to just hang out at his apartment. Whenever Aaron was home, he liked to spend as much free time with his son as possible, which you completely understood. So between spending time with Jack and Aaron being away on cases, you lived for these small moments of alone time and domesticity. 

  “You might regret letting me pick the movie, my love,” you called to him jokingly as you sat down in front of his TV, looking for where the remote was hiding. “I am very loyal to my early 2000’s chick flicks.”

  The sound of Aaron’s laughter floating through his apartment made your heart swell. He had never been the tough, FBI unit chief around you, but he was also rarely so carefree and light. There was always a shield around him, especially with the way he would carefully choose his words so as to not give away too much of himself. He was always so guarded and unwavering.

  Aaron poked his head out of the kitchen, hair falling in his eyes. “In the interest of honesty, I’m fully planning on moving this to the bedroom before we even get halfway through the movie,” he admitted, his voice carrying even over the sound of popcorn in the microwave.

You giggled again and shook your head fondly, unable to stop the smile spread across your face at his words. Seeing him be so playful was like a gift — always a surprise, but never unwelcome. You lived for those small glimpses of the man you knew he was.

  Aaron went back to choosing the perfect movie night wine and you settled on the couch, turning on the TV and ready to pick out the goofiest, most feel-good movie you could find. Before you could pull Netflix up, however, the DVD that was already in the television began playing.

  The film was grainy and the camera work was shaky at best, so you weren’t sure exactly what you were watching at first. There was a church in the background and men dressed in nice suits. Kids dressed in their Sunday best ran around in the grass. The camera panned over to a couple who were clearly getting married, going by the big white dress the woman was wearing.

  The camera zoomed in on the couple and your heart dropped to your stomach, because there, right in the center of the screen was Aaron. It was a much younger version of him, of course, probably law school, but it was definitely him. 

  Oh god, this was his wedding video. Which meant that the beautiful, blushing bride wrapped in his arms and making him throw his head back in laughter was Haley.

  Aaron had told you about Haley and everything that had happened between the two of them right up to her murder pretty early on in your relationship with him, but then it was never really mentioned again. But you had heard the whispers on nights out with his team, listened to them all gossip amongst themselves about how “I never thought Hotch was ever going to move on?” .

  Despite every logical bone in your body screaming at you to change the film before Aaron came back into the living room, you couldn’t help but watch in morbid fascination. The Aaron on the screen was so different from the man you had come to love.

  You watched as the film Aaron spun Haley in circles and peppered her entire face in kisses. The entire time, they never once stopped touching each other, even if it was something as simple as holding each other’s hands. Aaron kept glancing over at Haley with the biggest heart eyes you had ever seen, and it was nothing like the way Aaron had ever looked at you. Even when the couple was supposed to be paying attention to the people giving speeches around them, Haley and Aaron kept sneaking glances at each other, mouthing “I love you” like it was the only thing they could think to say.

  Aaron looked so happy and so free and it was so unlike the man in the other room. In the year and a half you had been dating him, you had never seen Aaron with a smile so big. He never gave you PDA so freely, and it wasn’t something you realized you even wanted until you saw him do it with somebody else. Suddenly, you wanted to feel young and reckless and dizzy in love the way he looked back in the film.

  It was unfair to ask him to live every day with you feeling like it was his wedding day, and you knew it. Still, something stirred inside of you that made you crave for Aaron to look at you like that, even just once.

  What you had with Aaron now was safe and a certifiable “adult” relationship. Not to say it wasn’t nice, and there was plenty of passion and fun in it. All of your friends constantly expressed how envious they were that you had found somebody who was so stable yet still unpredictable and could sweep you off your feet with romantic dates under the stars. Being with Aaron felt like home for you, and you had always thought that he felt the same, although now you weren’t sure. It had never occurred to you that Aaron may not have ever really gotten over his first love.

  The microwave beeped, signaling that the popcorn was done and that Aaron would be back in the living room at any second, and you quickly switched the TV to Netflix, clicking whatever movie popped up first, not even bothering to look at the title. 

  Just in time, too, because not long after, Aaron made his way over to the couch, precariously carrying a bowl of popcorn, two wine glasses, and a bottle of a sweet red wine that had become a go-to for you both. He generally preferred red wine, but you hated the dryness of it and basically only drank sweet, dessert wines, so when the two of you found this one, it had seemed like fate. Most of your relationship with him felt like fate, honestly.

  You forced yourself not to think about the fact that Aaron was happily drinking white wine in the wedding video.

  “Either the definition of ‘chick flick’ has changed drastically,” Aaron started, plopping down next to you. “Or Mad Max is very different from what I remember.”

  “I decided to change it up, put on a movie neither of us will be invested in,” you lied, desperately fighting to keep your voice even. “That way we can move right into the bedroom portion of the night.”

  “I like the way you think, sweetheart,” he chuckled, dropping a kiss to the top of your head. His thigh was pressed against yours, but even then, he felt a million miles away from you.

  It was unfair to get so worked up over this whole wedding video thing, and you knew that. His time with Haley had ended long before he had even met you, and logically, you knew that people could fall in love multiple times. Still, that didn’t quell the anxiety that was bubbling in your stomach, making you queasy.

  Why was he even watching that video, anyway? Did he often sit right there on the very couch you were cuddling with him on and rewatch the happiest day of his life? After a date with you, did he ever come home conflicted about his own emotions and feeling guilty for moving on, and go down memory lane to remind himself who his real true love was? 

  You kept thinking about how giddy he had looked in that video, and how easy it had seemed for him to be with her. And Haley… God, how could you compete?

  She was stunning, no doubt about it, with her blonde hair and bright eyes that shined, even through shitty 90’s video camera quality. The pink on her soft-looking lips only seemed to make Aaron want to kiss them more and more, maybe to see if he could smudge her lipstick. It never once budged, though, because of course it didn’t. She seemed too perfect to have faded lipstick on her wedding day. She had floated across the makeshift dance floor, like a fucking Disney princess leaving a trail of fairy dust and sunshine everywhere she went. Everything about her seemed soft and kind and good, all things you had never once associated with yourself.

  It was no surprise that Aaron had decided he was going to marry her from the first time he saw her, as he had said in his vows. She was everything you could have ever wanted to be, and clearly, she was everything Aaron had ever wanted.

  Aaron’s voice snapped you out of your rapid descent into crippling insecurity. “I can hear you thinking from here, honey.”

  You took a long sip of your wine, avoiding his piercing gaze. “I’m just concentrating on the movie,” you lied.

  “The movie you picked specifically so that we didn’t have to pay attention?” he retorted, eyebrows raised. Really, you should have known better than to try and give him such a blatant lie. Aaron reached over you to grab the remote and paused the movie, placing his hand lightly on your knee. “What’s going on?”

  How could you even explain what you were feeling? It definitely wasn’t jealousy, although you almost wished it was. At least with jealousy, you could push it to the side as an awful, gross feeling that comes from years of internalized misogyny and being told that other women are inherently competition for the attention of men. You could deal with that feeling.

  But it wasn’t that at all. Despite Aaron’s obvious devotion to her, you found it hard (and a little twisted, if you were being completely honest) to be jealous of a woman who was violently murdered in her own home in front of her young child. Besides, jealousy would imply that you and Haley were on somewhat equal ground, which you so clearly weren’t. 

  Haley was his high school sweetheart, the love of his life, the woman he had chosen to have children with, and you…

  Well, at one point you thought you could have been that, too, but now you were faced with the fear that you were nothing more than a person to fill the hole in his heart that Haley had left. Even worse, however, was the sinking feeling that you weren’t sure if you were ever going to be enough to fill it completely. 

  “It’s stupid,” you stuttered out, avoiding Aaron’s eyes, which were so full of concern. That was the worst part. It would be one thing if Aaron didn’t love you, but he did love you. Just not in the way he loved her. “Don’t worry about me.”

  “It’s not stupid if it’s bothering you.”

  “I—” You cut yourself off with a sigh and shifted on the couch so that you were facing him. “Am I enough for you?”

  Aaron looked about as taken aback by your question as you felt. You hadn’t meant to burst through the gate with that particular insecurity.

  “Are you enough for me?” he repeated slowly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, like the question didn’t make any sense. In all honesty, it probably didn’t. “If you mean ‘am I happy with you’, then yes. Incredibly. Happier than I’ve been in a long time.”

  That should have made you feel better, but it wasn’t the answer you were looking for. You absentmindedly picked at a loose thread on your sweater. “I saw your wedding video,” you admitted shamefully. It felt like you were a little kid getting caught with your hand in the cookie jar. “And, I don’t know… You looked so happy and so… alive with her. That’s a once-in-a-lifetime love, Aaron. I’m never going to be able to be that for you.”

  Aaron’s frown deepened, and for a moment you were worried that he was going to get angry at you for watching the video. Maybe you had tainted that one happy memory for him. But the lines on his face softened just a bit and he covered your hand with both of his.

  “Have you always felt like this?” he asked cautiously, attempting to keep all emotion off his face. “Like you’re not… enough?”

  You shrugged. “Sometimes. If I think about it too much. Especially when we first started dating. But never this intense. I guess since I had only heard stories of her, it was almost like she didn’t exist? But now that I’ve seen her and how you looked at her… I love you so much and I want you to be happy, but I’m scared I can’t be that for you. I’m sorry if I’ve crossed a line, but this has been eating me up from the inside for a while now and I—”

  “Hey, hey, hey,” Aaron cut you off mid-ramble, and you took a shuddering breath. Guilt was written all over him, which made you want to crawl into a hole and never be heard from again. “Have I done anything to make you think I’m unhappy?”

  “No, of course not! You’ve been nothing but wonderful. But I’m not Haley. I can’t make you as happy as she made you. And maybe this is selfish of me, but it hurts to know that you don’t love me the way you loved her.”

  Aaron’s frown deepened, but he still held on tightly to your hand. “I didn’t think you would want me to,” he said, and now it was your turn to be confused.

  You could practically see the gears turning in Aaron’s mind as he tried to find the right words to verbalize the floodgate of emotions that had just opened. Being vulnerable and open about his feelings wasn’t something he was very comfortable with, and it definitely didn't come easy for him. The fact that he was trying and willing gave you some comfort.

  “What I mean to say is…” he backtracked. “You’re right. You’re not Haley and the way I loved her is different from the way I love you. I love you differently because you’re different. And I’m different now, too. But different doesn’t mean less, and it never has. I would never want you to think that you’re just some consolation prize.”

  He was looking at you with such intensity and sincerity that you could have cried. “It’s just that when I realized you had been rewatching your wedding, I kept thinking that maybe she was your one love,” you explained nervously. “I don’t know what that leaves me.”

  Aaron took your hand that he was holding and moved it so that it rested on his chest and you could feel his heartbeat. “My love isn’t finite. I’m sorry if I made you feel that way.”

  You melted into his touch, and it was like the sun came peeking through the storm clouds. He didn’t have the exact same expression that 25-year-old him did on the wedding video, but it was something close. Maybe even something more. It was warm and inviting and felt like coming home after a long day. 

  “You’ve been nothing but the picture-perfect boyfriend,” you assured. “This is all me and my own insecurities. I saw that you had been watching the video and I just… spiraled, I guess.”

  Aaron mindlessly rubbed his thumb back and forth on your hand. “I should probably explain why I was watching it, then.”

  “God, no, you don’t owe me any explanations for what you—”

  “I was showing Jack,” Aaron interrupted, his voice soft. “He doesn’t remember her that much, and he definitely doesn’t remember when we were married. Most of his memories are of fighting or divorced parents. I wanted to show him that his parents loved each other.”

  Your face went hot as embarrassment spread through you. “Wow, that makes perfect sense and I feel like an idiot,” you breathed. “I’m sorry.”

  Aaron pressed a chaste kiss to your lips as he stood up from the couch. “You’re not an idiot, and you have nothing to be sorry for,” he promised. “Come on, let’s get changed into something a little nicer.”

  You looked down in confusion as your movie night outfit. “Why?”

  A mischievous glint flashed in Aaron’s eyes as he bent down and gave you another kiss, one much less chaste than the one before. “Because,” he mumbled against your lips. “I’m going to take you on a date and show you just how much I love you.”

[sapphicmsmarvel]

Co-parenting with JJ

masterlist

-Co-parenting was a journey to say the least. 

-You met the kids after dating JJ for three months. You were both very nervous for it but the kids were adorably excited that their mom was dating. 

-Yes, people thought it was very soon that you were meeting her kids, but you guys were moving really quickly. 

-There was one awkward moment where Will walked into the house to drop off the boys and found you and her in her bed, after finding her bra in the living room. 

-Since then, you and Will got to know each other and became friends. Even though that first meeting was very awkward. He knew of you, he just never thought that’d be the way he met you.  

-Within a year, you had met each other's families, and you moved in together. 

-Many people were telling JJ that bringing you around the boys was dangerous because what if they got connected and then you two broke up and you would no longer be a parent figure for them.

-To which JJ responded with, “why wouldn’t we last long? What’s that supposed to mean?” 

-But the team never doubted your relationship. 

-The only time you guys get time together is when the boys have a weekend at their dads, sometimes he takes them for a week. 

-JJ brags about you all the time at work, always calls you the best stepmom and how the kids always call you mama and not Y/N. 

-JJ HATES it when people don’t consider you a parent figure just because you’re a stepmom. 

-You would die for JJ’s kids and she knows this. 

-You both write notes for the kids lunches.

-CARPOOL KARAOKES 

-Y’all have a whole playlist of family approved songs. 

-They love to help you guys cook, the thing is, you guys have no idea how to cook. You sit at the table every night that you make it home and talk about your days, the non scary parts at least. You guys experiment with new recipes as well. 

-But you bake like a queen according to them. It’s therapeutic to you. 

-You have a tradition of sunday morning breakfast. Homemade muffins, eggs, toast, bacon, the whole thing. 

-You are the baddest bitch on the playground at bake sales/school parties. 

-Parents on the PTA always gossiped about you and JJ. The two queer moms at the school. For living in DC, they were quite close minded. 

-Will and you went to a school party once, the kids were outside, you and a couple other parents were helping the teacher pick up.You and Will were joking around and messing with each other (as besties do) and some jerk said, “oh so Y/N is banging both parents huh?”

All the joking left Will’s expression, your blood ran cold. Will looked up calmly, “if you ever disrespect Y/N or Jennifer like that again, I will beat the shit out of you. Are we clear?” 

The guy looked at him shocked, then nodded, Will was terrifying when he was mad, let alone when someone messed with his girls.

-There’s been many times where JJ is on a case and you and Will have to take charge. 

-Will and you both agreed early on that the kids and JJ come first. You would not be petty with each other as you two had seen with other parents and stepparents . 

-Pretty soon you two became quite close. You even scared away his ex abusive girlfriend. 

JJ was out of town, one night while the boys were at Wills you got a call from him, “hey, Y/N.”

“Will, What's wrong?”

“You know Darcy?” 

“Yeah?” 

“She’s outside, demanding she comes in and we talk things through.”

You were already putting on your shoes, “what happened?”

“...she hit me.” 

“I’ll be there in a few.”

“Y/N, she’s crazy but I can't do anything with the boys here.”

“It’s a good thing i’m a psycho then huh?” You had grabbed your keys, “why didn’t you call the cops?” 

“I couldn’t risk the boys waking up. I don't want them to see this.” 

“They won’t. I’ll be staying over the rest of the night okay? I’m on my way.” 

You were nowhere near being a cop, an fbi agent or someone who seemed like she could fight. But the truth is, you’ve been boxing since you were ten. 

You raced up, “hey!” you shouted slamming the truck door. She walked towards you. 

“Who the fuck are you?” 

“Doesn’t matter. Leave.”

“What are you his baby momma?” She laughed. 

“Trust me if I was, you’d be in handcuffs right about now. Leave before things escalate.” You warned. 

“Or what?” She said, pushing your shoulders. 

That was all you needed. 

You punched her right in the nose. Grabbed her collar and shoved her against the truck. “You think you’re some scary chick huh? Believe me, I’m a hell of a lot scarier. Your social security number is ***-**-**** (i didn’t wanna risk putting random ass numbers in so just imagine this pls). You live on 1234 flowerfell lane 20001. Your phone number is 202-157-9876. And you work at Martinville research facilities. I really wouldn’t fuck with me sweetheart. I could fuck up your life with the push of a button. Now get out, if I ever hear of you again, I will make your life a living hell, got it?” You let her go and shoved her towards her car.  

You had never seen someone so afraid of you. She quickly ran to her car and raced away. 

When you saw she was gone, you turned to see Will in the doorway, looking haggard. You sighed and ran up to him. You quickly pulled him into a hug. 

“I got you,” you rubbed his back as he cried. 

“She ever comes here again, you call me.” You said as you rubbed his back. 

-When JJ heard about it she wanted to beat up the girl. She hugged both of you. 

Later that night she sat with you, “I’m really glad you were there for Will.” She whispered as she was leaning on your shoulder. 

“Of course, why wouldn’t I?” 

“Most stepparents don’t like the ex-spouse. I’m so lucky to have you.” “I’m lucky to have you, and the boys and Will.” You kissed her head, “I’ll always be there, for all of you.”

[jeonggukookies]

better || four

summary: you try to figure out your feelings as things get out of hand at jimin’s birthday party

word count: 4,472 

genre: bestfriend!jimin, college!au, bestfriends to lovers!au - fluff/slow burn angst

one || two || three || four

“No freaking way! You’re lying! You and Jimin actually kissed last night?!” Tiffany shouted as you got into the passenger pick up lane to pick up your cousin, Taehyung from the airport. “I called it!” 

“Yes, Tiffany, will you please shout it louder, so the whole city can know I kissed my best friend?” You sarcastically remarked as you slowed down once you saw Taehyung. It wasn’t hard to spot him. He was wearing brown khakis with a green and black striped t-shirt, and his brown hair was even more curly than you remembered. “It just kind of happened.”

“How does kissing your best friend ‘just kind of happen?’ Did his mouth just fall onto yours? Was his lips just pressed onto yours for warmth?” She asked with a loud mocking tone, trying to use your own words against you. “It happened because you guys both wanted to and finally realized it.” 

“Realized what?” Taehyung opened the trunk of your car to put his metallic suitcase in. “Do you need help, Tae?”

He scoffed. “Thanks for asking once I put my suitcase in.” 

As he closed the trunk, you whispered to Tiffany, “Do not say anything to him!” 

Taehyung opened the car door, and before he could even get into his seat, Tiffany spilled your fair adventure with Jimin to him. His eyes widened at her sudden rambling, and he quickly shut the door. “You and Jimin did what now?”

You gave Tiffany a dirty look before you started driving out of the airport. “And you wonder why I don’t tell you anything.”

“I’m sorry! I couldn’t help it. This had to be shared!” 

“Wait, are we talking about the same Jimin? The same Jimin as in our best friend? Jessica is okay with her boyfriend kissing other girls?” Taehyung asked, buckling his seat belt. “There’s no way he cheated on her! He would have told me!” 

“I like how you say ‘oh there’s no way he could cheat on her’ because he didn’t tell you. Not ‘oh there’s no way he could cheat on her because of the common decency and respect he has.’” Groaning, you listened to Tiffany ramble again. “They broke up two days ago before the whole fair thing because Jimin and Y/N went to look at wedding dresses-”

“You did what now?” Taehyung shouted, interrupting Tiffany. “Why did you go look at wedding dresses? With Jimin?!” 

“Jimin found out that Jin and Y/N hooked up and got mad-”

“He found out?!” Taehyung raised his voice again. “What happened?”

“Do you want to hear the story or not?!” Tiffany shouted at him, startling you to jerk to the side a little. A car honked when your car accidentally got close to theirs.

He sighed. “I’m sorry. Please continue, Tiffany.”

“To make it up to her, he decided to take her shopping and thought it would be fun or funny to look at wedding dresses. As she tried them on, Jimin stared at her because you know, your cousin is so hot-”

“Um...” Taehyung mumbled under his breath, not questioning Tiffany.

“And he almost kissed her, but he stopped because Jessica called him.” Tiffany took a quick, but deep breath to continue the story. She was telling the story in a speed where anyone could barely understand her.

“Jimin then realized he forgotten about his girlfriend and his five month anniversary, so he left your dear cousin alone in the wedding dress store to run to his girlfriend to only have her dump him. He then took Y/N to that ice cream shop back home and then the fair, telling her that he wasn’t going to kiss her at the wedding shop, but he then later kissed her at the fair.”

“Ouch.” Looking in the rear view mirror, you noticed Taehyung was wincing and shaking his head throughout the entire thing. “You’re telling me this all happened when I was gone? Is this kind of a sick joke? Am I being pranked right now?” 

“Actually it all happened in a span of four days,” Tiffany corrected. “Nothing exciting between those two happened until now. If you had came back a little earlier, you would have seen it. Or maybe it wouldn’t have had happened at all. Or maybe it could have ended with them having sex!”

“And thank you for that very detailed, helpful and unnecessary recap,” you deadpanned. “I’m sure Taehyung is now caught up and very confused.”

Having a blank expression on his face, he blinked. “I’m not confused but I’m sure you are, huh?”

“I don’t know,” you said.

His eyes narrowed. “Do you like him now?” 

“I don’t know.” 

“But Tae, we can agree that Jimin likes her, right?” Tiffany asked happily; she was practically living the dream. Somehow, she managed to become the biggest shipper of you and Jimin. “There’s no waayyy he doesn’t.” 

“He said he doesn’t!” You argued. “Tae, back me up.” 

Your jaw dropped as Taehyung tilted his head, trying to think. He was hesitating to answer and scratched the back of his neck. “I actually don’t know either.” 

“See!” Tiffany gawked, crossing her arms. “He knows, but he doesn’t want to say it.” 

“I really don’t know,” he said. “I don’t want to give you false hope or anything, like, he hasn’t told me anything. I mean, from what I know, you two are best friends, and Jimin might just be...lonely from the break up and me being away? Perhaps, lonely isn’t the right word, but he always said he didn’t like you like that.”

“But...” Tiffany pressured him to go on. 

“Maybe there’s no but!” You snapped at Tiffany. 

“There’s a but,” Taehyung said much to your dismay. You could feel his eyes trying to stare at yours through the mirror, but you focused on the road and cars around you. “I think he has liked you the whole time. He’s just realizing it.”

“Why would you think he has liked me this whol-” Taehyung cut you off. 

“Jimin stayed because of you.” 

You wanted to slam on the brakes and give everyone whiplash; maybe then they’ll feel the pain you were feeling at that moment. Instead, you clenched the steering wheel, focused on the road and kept driving.

The car was suddenly silent. Everyone stopped talking at once and breathed silently. It seemed like everyone’s heart had stopped beating. The only thing that could be heard were the cars driving and moving around you. At least between and Taehyung, too many thoughts and possibilities ran through your minds.

“Am I not understanding something? What is he talking about?” Tiffany asked you, not reading the room. “What do you mean he stayed? What was he going to leave for?”

“He was supposed to go to Japan with Taehyung,” you said in a low voice. 

You remembered when Taehyung told you. It was about three months ago, two weeks before he left. You were at his dorm, playing Mario Party with Jimin as Jin played computer games in his room. Taehyung had walked in around midnight with grocery bags. He was silent at first, but still managed to tell you the news of his trip that night.

“Hey,” you said while focusing on the TV screen in front of you. You were in the middle of the couch; Taehyung sat on the right side and Jimin sat on the left side. 

“It’s official! I’m going abroad for a few weeks for my work course class,” Taehyung said. “It’s in Japan.”

“Japan?!” Pausing the game, your eyes widened in shock. Squealing, you wrapped your arms around your cousin. He chuckled and hugged you back with the same eagerness. “Tae, that’s amazing. When do you go?”

“In a couple of weeks,” he replied, pulling away from you. He had the biggest smile on his face. It was the kind of smile that automatically made anyone smile. “Me and Jimin in Toyoko is going to be amazing.” 

The color drained out of your face. “What?”

He grimaced once he saw the confused look on your face. He then looked at Jimin. “You didn’t tell her?” 

There was this feeling of pain in your chest once you thought about the possibility of not having your best friend around. It was something you never felt before. The thought of Jimin leaving you made you feel uneasy. 

As bad as it sound, you knew that you were going to be okay without your cousin. You knew he was going to think about you and come back. He was family. Even if he wanted to leave you, he couldn’t. He was always going to come back to you.

On the other hand, you didn’t know if you were going to be okay if Jimin went to Japan. He was your best friend, and you two were practically inseparable. A part of you would feel lost without him. You wondered if he felt the same: Would he feel lost without you? Would he think about you? Would he choose to come back to you?

Tears were starting to fill your eyes.

You turned your head to Jimin. He was sitting on the opposite side of you, and he had already been staring at you. There was a blank expression on his face as he waited for your reaction. “You’re leaving too?” 

“No, no, no,” he denied quickly. Sadness overtook his face once he realized you were crying. Grabbing your hand, he squeezed it to give you reassurance. “I was considering it, but honestly, I didn’t really want to. Plus it couldn’t even fit in my schedule.”

“But-” Not letting you finish your sentence, he pulled you into a hug. You buried your face into his chest and had your tears stain his dark grey cotton t-shirt. You knew Jimin hated seeing you sad, but you couldn’t help it. “I was so scared.”

"Sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered into your ear, quiet enough for only you to hear it. Jimin knew how to calm you down better than everyone else. He rubbed your back and held you so tightly. His touch gave you reassurance and made you feel safe. “I’m staying here with you.” 

“When he hugged you, he looked me in the eye and mouthed ‘I’m staying for her.’ And he did. He stayed for you.” 

You felt too many feelings all at once. You felt guilty for being the reason he gave up an opportunity. You felt selfish for not encouraging him to go; you should have been happy for him. You felt like you were a terrible best friend. Were you really the reason why he stayed?

Tiffany read you easily and knew you were not at ease. She nervously scoffed, thinking of an excuse to calm you down. “We don’t know that. Her could have meant a lot of things, like, his mom or even Jessica! They were dating at this time.” 

“Jimin wanted to break up with Jessica.” Finally you slammed on the brakes and everyone came forward, hitting their head on something. “Ouch! What the hell?!” 

“What?!” Tiffany shouted, not caring about the pain she was feeling in her head. 

“He didn’t tell me that,” you argued. 

“Well, he told me.” Taehyung shrugged, acting like this whole reveal was nothing special. “It’s not like he was trying to hook up with girls in Japan or something like that, but they were going through a rough patch and he was just tired of it.”

“A rough patch? What could have they gone through? They literally were together all the time unless he was with-” Tiffany’s eyes widened in realization. She gasped. “They were fighting over Y/N.” 

“I’m sorry, what?” A car behind you honked their horn at you. 

“You should drive. We’re holding traffic,” Taehyung said. “Plus I’m trying to go home to get ready for the party tonight.”

“Is this true?” You started driving again. 

“Think about it, Y/N,” Tiffany said. “It had to be about you.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes. 

There was nothing to think about. Jessica couldn’t possibly fight about you when she didn’t even know you at all. You two had never once hung out or even had a proper decent conversation. Whenever she saw you with your best friend, she would take him away and leave you alone. Jimin always suggested the idea of the three of you hanging out, but she always denied. She also denied all the times Jimin invited her to hang out with you and the boys and always went home early once you started hanging out with them. 

It was like she didn’t even want to be in the same room with you.

“Oh my god.” You quickly facepalmed yourself before focusing on the road again. “She was jealous of my friendship with Jimin.” 

“Bro code,” Taehyung said. “I can’t confirm or deny.”

“Bitch, y’all are family! Just tell us!” Tiffany begged. “I am tired of this!”

“Are we there yet?” He asked. “I suddenly can’t be here anymore. I have to feed my cactus.”

She scoffed at Taehyung. “All men do is lie.”

___ 

“Hey, I was looking for you.” Feeling a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, you turned your head to Jimin behind you. He smiled at you before kissing your cheek.

“Hey, happy birthday.” Although Jimin did this all the time, you felt different. There was a tingly feeling growing in your abdomen, and your knees felt like they were giving up, about to fall to the floor. He kissed your cheek once more, making you giggle. “You look good.”

“Thanks, I guess.” You laughed at his comment, not understanding how he managed to like your black tube top and camo sweats. “You look good too.” 

He was wearing a white long-sleeve button up tucked into his black skinny jeans. His hair was now dyed lighter to a brown. He had always looked good, but there was just something about him tonight that made your heart flutter.

“How much did you have to drink already?” You asked.

He puffed his cheeks out and shook his head. “Haven’t had anything. And you?”

“I’ll be right back,” Namjoon, whom you were talking to before Jimin came, excused himself. Before you could tell him to stay, he already went to the kitchen where everyone else was socializing and getting drinks from. 

“I haven’t had anything either.” 

His grip on your waist tightened. “Do you want a drink? Water? Chips? Food?”

“Not right now. Maybe later.” Jimin pecked your cheek again. He let go of you once you turned around to face him. “What’s up with you, brat?” 

“I haven’t seen you all day, and I wanted to talk to my best friend,” he answered over the loud blaring music around you. “Is there something so wrong with that?” 

You raised your eyebrows. He was using the tone he used when he wanted something; you knew him too well. “What do you want?” 

"Nothing,” he lied, biting his lower lip. 

“When are you going to realize I know your tell?” Jimin laughed at your comment. “Did you want me to cancel the strippers Tae ordered? Because I don’t think I can do that.” 

“The what?!” The smile on his face disappeared as terror took over his face. 

“Why are you surprised? He’s been doing this since we started uni four years ago.” And every time it happens, it just gets worse and worse. Every year, you think to yourself ‘it can’t be as terrible as last year’ but somehow it always does. 

“Give me a warning when they come, so I can hide from the whole thing. I am telling you everyone enjoys it way more than I do.” He shook his head. “I don’t think I can handle it this year.”

“Why not?” 

“I rather have y-”

“And that’s where I stop you, bud.” You rolled your eyes. “What do you really want then?” 

“Wanna get out of here?” He paused, but then continued speaking before you could reproach him. “Just for a little bit, not the whole time. I promise we’ll come back. You know I won’t let the guys’ hard work go to waste.” 

“Twenty minutes.” 

______

“You know it’s been a while since we’ve left a party sober,” Jimin joked as the both of you walked together on the sidewalk beside each other. He had his hands tucked in the pocket of his black skinny jeans. 

“I think we’ve only left sober like three times.” You chuckled as you looked down at the ground. No matter the stride, big or small, you and Jimin always walked in sync with each other. He always found a way to follow the way you walk. “And there were all when I first moved in Taehyung.” 

“You know, me and Taehyung thought you were going to be a light weight,” he admitted.

“You’re kidding!” You laughed as you rolled your eyes. “I can’t believe you’re just now telling me this! Why did you guys think that?” 

“We didn’t know you had prior experience before coming to parties with us,” Jimin said. “From what I remembered was that you were always a square and taking care of him at family gatherings while he snuck down liquor down his throat.” 

“He wouldn’t know because he would always drink early and pass out when I do shots with the rest of the family.” 

Jimin laughed. “Can you believe it’s been six years? I didn’t realize it’s been that long since we’ve became friends.” 

One of your favorite things in the world was looking and understanding other people’s perspectives and personality; out of all the people you know, you think Jimin’s is your favorite. 

No matter what, Jimin always made sure to be the most understanding person ever. He always knew what to say whether it was to cheer you up, comfort you, make you laugh or make you cry; it was very rarely where you were mad from his words or his actions. 

When everyone else talked about the time you moved here, everyone just thinks of it of the time you moved in with Taehyung or the time of your mom’s passing, but Jimin, on the other hand, looked at it at a more positive note; he looked at the time as the day you and your friendship started. 

Before you could get sidetracked, you had to ask him. “Why didn’t you tell me you wanted to break up with Jessica?” 

The smile on his face dropped. “What are you talking about?” 

“Right before Taehyung went to Japan. You wanted to break up with her.” Your statement sounded like more of a question.  

From the look of his face, you could tell he was hiding something, but he tried to play it off cool. “I mean, we still stayed together, so it didn’t really matter if I wanted to break up with her or not.” 

“What?” You asked in disbelief, not understanding his argument. “That’s not the point, like, at all, dude. You lied to me.” 

He shrugged his shoulders as if he didn’t have a care in the world. “If you knew why, you would feel bad about yourself, and I rather have you feel mad towards me.” 

“Well, I feel bad about myself and am mad at you, so if you wanted that to happen, then good job.” You both stopped in your tracks to look at each other. “You lied to me, Jimin, and now I’m the reason why you and her aren’t together anymore.”

“You shouldn’t feel bad at all.” Jimin shook his head. “I clearly stated that you literally do not do anything wrong, and that we are just best friends. It was her problem that she didn’t get that through her head. It had nothing to do with you.”

“Please don’t tell me you gave her an ultimatum.” You gave Jimin a death glare.

“Deal with our friendship or lose me?” He scoffed. “Of course I did.”

“Jimin!” 

“You are more important to me than any relationship. They know you mean a lot to me, and they should know that I’m not going to throw away our friendship for them.” 

You couldn’t help but to look down at your feet. You were relieved that Jimin cared about you, but it just confused you even more: did he feel something too? 

“What’s wrong?” He put his hands on his shoulders. “Talk to me, Y/N.” 

“I just wished you didn’t keep this from me,” you quietly let out. “We don’t keep secrets from each other.”

Jimin chuckled before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a gentle hug. He kissed the top of your head and rubbed your back in small circles before using his sweet voice. “I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad at me.”

“You know I’m never mad at you.” He sighed in relief, knowing you had already forgiven him. “Let’s head back before everyone else gets mad.”

As you and Jimin walked back to the party in silence, you couldn’t help but to let your thoughts consume you: no matter what happens, you knew that you would always forgive Jimin; he was your Achilles’ heel. 

But you didn’t know if you could forgive him when the time comes and he suddenly realizes someone will be more important than you and your friendship with him. You couldn’t simply be mad at him for living his life without you but you don’t know if you could forgive him when he breaks your heart. 

_______

Just by looking at you, Taehyung knew you weren’t okay after coming back from your walk with Jimin. He obviously didn’t know what to say, but he knew he couldn’t stop you from drinking every cup filled with alcohol; he just made sure to look after you.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked as the both of you were in the kitchen, next to the keg where everyone was focused, watching the birthday strippers with Jimin. 

“What is there to talk about?” You asked before swallowing your drink down.

“Like, I don’t know. Did something happened between the both of you?”

“No.” Your cousin raised his eyebrows at you. “And maybe that’s the problem. Nothing will happen, and I don’t think I’m okay about that.” 

“Do you like him then?” 

“Yes,” you said in a small voice that you couldn’t even recognized. “Hell, I might even love him and that hurts my heart.”

“Maybe you should tell him,” he suggested as if it was the easiest thing in the world. “Look, I know it’s bothering you now if you’re drinking this much from a walk with him. I already know you’re going to be a mess once the alcohol kicks in, but I can’t imagine when there’s nothing to distract you. That feeling is just going to kill you.” 

“And you don’t think it’s going to kill me to risk my friendship when he probably doesn’t feel the same way, Tae?” You snapped. 

“Hey, what’s going on?” Yoongi asked with a strange look on his face. The main event must have ended. Everyone was back to socializing with each other and was starting to gather around the kitchen again. “Everything alright?” 

“Just peachy,” you answered, taking another sip of your drink. “Do you want to be my partner for beer pong?” 

“Not in the mood to play,” Yoongi answered. He turned around, beckoning Jin to come over. “But Jin’s actually looking for a partner to play against Jimin and Jungkook.”

You looked over to Taehyung who shook his head in disapproval. “Sounds perfect.”

“Yeah, what’s up?” Jin asked when he finally reached the three of you.

“Man, good luck,” Taehyung said. “Promise me that you’ll take care of her.” 

Jin laughed and promised Taehyung before putting his arm around you and walking over to the dinning room table where Jungkook and Jimin were at the opposite side of the table, setting up the cups. They were both laughing as they tried ridiculous cup formations for the game.

“Are you guys hooking up again?” Jungkook joked as he saw the both of you. 

Not understanding his joke, Jimin looked up to what Jungkook was looking at and saw you and Jin. The smile quickly disappeared from his face, and he straighten his posture as he stood next to Jungkook

“Nice joke, but you won’t be laughing when we beat your asses,” Jin taunted as he let go of you. 

“I’m not even laughing now,” Jimin retorted.

“Are you okay?” You asked Jimin, scrunching his eyebrows together.

“Let’s just start,” Jungkook said before he could let Jimin answer you. 

The alcohol finally hit you like a ton a bricks right as the game started. You were out of it and couldn’t aim properly, missing almost all your shots. Despite the fact that you looked like a whole clown playing against the pros, Jin laughed and reassured you it was okay as he made almost all the shots in.

It was basically a competition between Jin and Jungkook as you and Jimin stood there to drink. 

“I think we should stop before Y/N here passes out,” Jin suggested as he bounced the ball on the table. He noticed you gotten a lot more quiet and were slowly drifting your eyes whenever you had the chance.

“She can take care of herself.” Jimin groaned as the ball its way into the cup. He was as drunk as you were. “It’s her decision.” 

“Dude, are you okay?” Jungkook asked him as Jimin put the cup down. “You’ve been off your A-game and kind of hostile this entire game.” 

“Are you okay?” Jimin asked, ignoring Jungkook. “Do you want to lay down in my room?” 

“Can we?” You asked, ready to fall asleep. “I’m a little dizzy or I need a nap.”

Ignoring Jungkook’s questions still, Jimin left Jungkook’s side and stood next to you, putting his hand out. He waited for you to grab it as the both of you walked to his bedroom as the party continued on. 

“Do you want to change?” He asked as you headed towards the bed, already getting under the his gray covers. You haven’t been since he started Jessica, and you forgot how much you loved the smell of his fabric soften and him. “Are you sure?” 

“Mhm.” Jimin laughed as he got under the covers, laying right next to you with your back facing him. “I’m so tired.”

“I know.” Without asking, he put his arm around you to hold you. “And you looked so good.” 

“Hmmm,” you replied as you were drifting to sleep.

“If you gave me the green light, I wouldn’t hold back,” he said. “But I love you so much and I already am content with holding you like this.”

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lowkey not proofread but enjoy confusing bff jimin :) 

[everybodyscupoftea]

idk if you’re doing lil blurb or not but i love your writing so much and i’ve just been down a lot recently and was wondering if you could write like a little soft frat!jj bc i feel like he’d just be so sweet y’know?? anyways thank you if you do write this 🥺💜

of course i can! 

sorry that you’ve been feeling down lately, if you need to talk or vent, you can message me anytime!

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sometimes you have trouble sleeping. when you’re feeling particularly stressed over school, or if you’re feeling unproductive and in a rut, or even if you just weren’t active enough during the day to tire you out. it was annoying, especially when jj was asleep next to you and all you could do was stare at the ceiling.

it was a huge issue more toward the beginning of the relationship. he’d wake up when you were finally on the verge of sleep, and his moving around would wake you right back up. then you’d spend the whole day pretty cranky and sleep deprived. 

it had been something you’d been dealing with for years, so you weren’t too keen on talking about it, and poor jj had no clue what he did to make you mad. he’d ask something like, “did i do something?”

which, yes and no. because he wasn’t the reason you couldn’t sleep but he was the reason you woke back up, so you’d just brush it off with a, “don’t worry about it, it’s personal.”

he only found out when he stayed up later than you once to study for a huge exam he had the next afternoon. you laid there, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, while he sat at his desk and pored over his notes.

eventually, he felt your gaze at 2 a.m. and looked over, “oh, shit, sweetheart, am i keeping you up?”

you sighed, playing with the corner of the blanket, “no, it’s not you.”

he pushed his chair away from the desk and walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge near you. jj stroked through your hair a few times before asking, “do you want to talk about it?”

the atmosphere in the room was quiet and intimate, and you didn’t really want to talk about it, but you figured this would be your best opportunity, so you gathered up the courage and told him, “sometimes i can’t sleep. melatonin doesn’t help, i’ve tried essential oils and sleepy time tea, i just have to ride it out.”

jj stayed quiet apart from a thoughtful hum and continued running his fingers through your hair. it was calming and the longer he did it, your eyes grew heavy. you weren’t able to fall asleep, but it put you at a half-conscious state that felt good.

then he moved and it woke you right back up with an annoyed sigh. jj immediately started apologizing and you waved your hand at him, “not your fault, just mad at my brain.”

unbeknownst to you, after that night, he made it his mission to figure out how to help you sleep when you couldn’t. jj started with making sure you were always asleep before he was, something you never really picked up on until a bad night when he was fighting to keep his eyes open.

“j, why aren’t you asleep?”

“because you aren’t.”

you weren’t sure whether you should hit him or kiss him. so you settled for squeezing his hand, “please don’t stay awake on my behalf.”

then he called your mom to ask if she knew how to handle it. your mom was so touched that he was going to all the effort for you and told him, “when she was little, we’d go on night drives. she almost always fell asleep in the car.”

the next time you had a bad night, he vowed to try that. unfortunately, he didn’t have to wait long. about a week after he talked to your mom, you had a ton of homework and had to forfeit your normal gym time to do it which meant that you weren’t near as worn out by bedtime.

when jj realized you were tossing and turning, he got out of bed around 1:30 a.m., holding his hand out for you, “let’s go for a drive, babe.”

you were intrigued, so you grabbed the fuzzy blanket off the foot of his bed to wrap around yourself and followed him down stairs to his car. he put on some soft music and waited until you buckled up to start backing out of the drive.

there weren’t many people on the road that late, and you rested your head on the window, watching the streetlights blur as he navigated the streets of your little college town. jj hummed along softly to the music and between the smooth movements and soft noise, your eyelids started to get heavy.

he glanced over to see you sleeping and moved into the left lane to u-turn and head back to the house. thankfully, you were still out when he parked, so he got out and walked around to your side.

when he opened the door, you slumped a little and he was scared you were going to wake up, but you didn’t. he carefully unbuckled you and lifted you out of the passenger seat, kicking the door shut behind him.

you stirred a little, mumbling something and pushing your face into his chest. jj froze, trying to not disturb you as he climbed the steps up to his room. he set you down on the bed gently and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before carefully climbing in after you.

when you snuggled up to him, still fully asleep, he finally let himself relax and follow in your footsteps pretty quickly after.

thus became your routine on sleepless nights. even if you weren’t staying with jj or he wasn’t at your place, you always called him to come pick you up, and he’d always carry you to bed, finally asleep. 

[whatareyousearchingfordean]

Happiness Begins

Part 21

Chapter Summary: The reader sets out to drown herself in another mistake, leading Jared and Jensen to finally say what they have been holding back. 

Warnings: Language, excessive alcohol consumption, another verbal altercation

Word Count: 2.7K+

Author’s Note: I mixed in a few funny moments to try and cut all this angst I’m throwing your way. Plus, the next part starts to lighten things up just a little bit. Thanks again for sticking around and reading, I love every one of ya! xoxo Alex

Catch up with the series masterlist and check out Alexandra’s Library for more works by yours truly.

It was harder than she anticipated to pull herself from the state she had allowed herself to fall into. She would never admit to how broken she now was. Long ago she had promised herself that she would never let another man define her life, and here she was sobbing like she had nothing left to live for. She felt pathetic. She felt like she was twenty-five again. 

As the sobs ebbed away into short hiccups, Y/n wiped away the mascara running down her cheeks. As sad as it was, she just felt lost again. Nothing made any sense to her anymore. Everything that she had thought she had known, about her brother and her boyfriend, had all crumbled to the ground in a matter of weeks. Now she was left to pick up the scattered pieces. The only problem was she didn’t know where to start. 

Before Jared could get home to find her there, Y/n decided that what she truly needed was one last bad decision. So, she pulled herself together long enough to fix the tears stains down her cheeks and hide the puffiness under her eyes. Then she was off to drown her mistakes in alcohol. 

****

The lights from the city below bled into the light shining from Jensen’s television. He sat perched on the couch, a beer in hand that had long since gone warm. He wasn’t paying attention to the sitcom on the screen, his gaze instead fixed on the peeling label on the bottle. 

There was no way he could have truly anticipated her reaction to him telling her they needed to take a break. Y/n was a smart woman, but she was also much like her brother, deeply rooted in her emotions. It was not a bad thing, in any sense of the word, but it meant that he saw this going two ways. One was exactly how it had played out. Jensen has gone over in his head time and time again how he could have reworded things in a vain attempt to try and ease her pain. The second was her understanding. It was not far fetched of him to believe that she would have been thinking the same thing, that maybe, just maybe, them taking a break may help heal all of their relationships. 

Jensen was not lucky this time. 

The sound of his phone vibrating against the coffee table broke him out of his daze. He glanced at the number, recognizing the local area code. Intrigued, he answered, completely unprepared for what await him. 

****

The bar sat in the middle of nowhere on a two lane highway with nothing but trees as far as the eye could see in all directions. Jensen got chills as he pulled into the parking lot. The place looked like it could have easily been one out of an episode of Supernatural, and he was scared what all he would find once he made his way inside. 

It was a Friday evening, yet there didn’t seem to be too many cars outside, for which he was thankful for. The less people witnessed him carting off a drunk woman the better. Not to mention it would be Jared’s little sister he was helping stumble out the door. He couldn’t worry too much about that now though, his bigger focus was on making sure Y/n got home safe. 

The bell jingled overhead as Jensen pushed the door open. No one paid him any mind, all of them too inside their own head and their own troubles to worry about a new patron in the bar. A quick scan of the room didn’t turn up Y/n, so he went with plan B. He made his way over to the bar, leaning over the wooden top and tapping it with his knuckles to get the bartender’s attention. “Hey, buddy, I’m looking for Oliver.”

“You Jensen?” The guy wiped his hands on the towel he had stuffed into his apron as he made his way over to Jensen.

“Yeah, where is she?” 

“My manager has her in a booth over there.” Jensen’s eyes shifted in the direction Oliver nodded his head, seeing Y/n slumped in her seat, her arms crossed and a pout on her lips. “She’s been trying to coax her to drink some water but she just won’t do it. I was going to call her an Uber, but her address is listed in her phone as Texas and I don’t think Uber does that. Found your name in her emergency contacts, she’s been muttering nonsense about you since about her fourth glass.” Oliver leaned his weight onto his hands upon the bar, eyeing up Jensen. 

“Thanks. Here, this should cover her tab, no?” Jensen held out a few bills for the bartender who nodded and took the cash. Jensen stuffed his wallet back in his jeans before heading over to Y/n. She perked up when she saw him heading her way. 

“Jensen…” His name slurred from her lips, equal parts happiness and despair. 

“Hey, sweetheart. I’m here to take you home, how does that sound?” He squatted down next to the booth, bringing himself eye level with her. 

“No, I can’t go back there! I hate Jared.” She shook her head violently. Jensen put his hands on her arms, rubbing up and down to soothe her. 

“You don’t hate Jared. You love your brother.” He tried, but she wasn’t having it. 

“I do, I hate him. And I hate you.” Her brow furrowed as if she had just remembered her new distaste for the man come to rescue her. She hiccuped before continuing. “You two and all your stupid meddling. I’m a grown ass woman, I can decide what’s best for me, you know?” Her words twisted the knife already piercing his heart. 

“I do know. And I think you know that you need to get some rest. But you can’t do that here. Let’s get in the car and we can go from there. How does that sound?” She chewed on her lip, contemplating his offer for a moment before nodding solemnly. “That’s my girl.” Jensen stood and offered his hand out to her. She took it, but in her inebriated state, needed help not only to stand, but to walk out to the car. Jensen leaned down and threw her arm over his shoulders so he could help support her weight and help her stand. She stumbled over her heels a little as they made their way to Jensen’s car. He slid her into the back, laying her across the bench seat. She curled into herself instantly, her eyes fluttering shut. 

Jensen sighed as he shut the door behind her. He had never seen her even close to this drunk. Or this sad. The sadness that flickered behind her eyes when she had first saw him made his gut wrench. He hated thinking that he had driven her here. That had never been his intention. He was only trying to do what he thought was right for everyone. He loved her, he couldn’t deny that now, but Jared was important to him too. It was better that he was just friends with both of them than losing both of them forever. He had hoped that Jared would get over it, but things had only gotten worse. And now, he was dragging a drunk Y/n home because he had broken her heart. He only hoped Jared didn’t hit him again for this one. He blamed himself enough as it was. 

He made sure to keep an eye on her as he drove, glancing in the rearview mirror frequently to make sure she was still breathing. Thankfully, she slept peacefully the whole way. She was going to be mad when she realized where he was taking her. It was the lesser of two evils. Either he took her to his place and let her like him for a little while longer but then Jared chews him out for not calling him, or he takes her to Jared, who keeps an eye on her and she gets mad at Jensen. He was just hopeful that if she does get mad, that she doesn’t remember it in the morning. 

It was nearing two in the morning as Jensen pulled into Jared’s place. He climbed into the back seat, hovering over Y/n so he could wake her gently. “Hey, Y/n/n. It’s time to get up so I can get you upstairs and into bed.” He brushed her messy hair from her face as he spoke to her. Her eyes fluttered open easier than he thought they would, a small smile on her lips as she registered what he had said. 

“I’ll always get into bed with you.” Her hand smacked against his shoulder in what he assumed was supposed to be a sensual movement. 

“Alright there. Come on.” He moved back out of the car and dragged her along with him. Her little nap as Jensen carted her across town did little to sober her up. And apparently she had already forgotten she was supposed to hate him. He wasn’t sure what her worse, knowing she loved him so much she drank herself stupid or that she loved him so much she was trying to convince herself that she hated him. 

Y/n was still unsteady as Jensen guided her inside and up to the apartment she shared with Jared. Her fingers gripped tightly into Jensen’s coat as he knocked on the front door. Even if he had been able to find her keys, he didn’t want to just barge in on Jared. 

The sounds of Jared shuffling around could be heard through the door before it finally flung open.

“What the hell?” Jared was trying to let his eyes adjust to the brightness of the hallway as he took in the scene in front of him. 

“I got a call from the bartender at Trappers saying she needed to be picked up. I was closer so I went and grabbed her.” Jensen explained as he brought her inside.

“Hey! You brought me to Jared’s!” Y/n slurred as she turned into him, nearly causing him to trip over her feet.

“I did, because this is where you are staying right now.” Jensen explained to her, causing her to start giggling. 

“Like brother like sister right? You remember that, when Jared had to be carried in here drunk because he found out we were fucking?” Her voice lowered on the last word of her sentence, like Jared may overhear their “secret”. Jensen caught her hand that had snuck its way to his jaw, pulling it from his face and casting a wary look at Jared. He couldn’t stop her actions or the words that came out of her mouth, but he could at least try and limit them for Jared’s sake, and ultimately his own. 

“Alright, you’re done talking.” He assured her as he moved her body so he could finish taking her to her room. 

“She didn’t even tell me she was going out.” Jared sounded confused as he followed Jensen into Y/n’s room. Jensen pulled back her comforter and laid her down onto the pillows. She didn’t want to release her grip on him at first, nearly pulling him down with her. When he regained his balance, he moved to take off her shoes, setting them on the ground by her bedside table. She mumbled something he didn’t quite hear as he tucked her into her blankets. 

“Jensen,” Her voice was louder this time, cracking like she was about to break down into tears as she gripped his wrist when he tried to leave. Jensen sat down on the edge of her bed, leaning in close to her.

“Yes?” 

“Don’t go. Please?” 

“I can’t stay. You know that.” Jensen smiled down at her, trying to be reassuring even though he had no idea if she could even tell with the way her eyes were drooping. 

“I don’t.” Her brow furrowed as she struggled to understand. 

“Jared’s going to take care of you from here. You’ve gotta sleep now, though.” Jensen promised her that she wouldn’t be alone when he left. 

“No, you.”

“Y/n/n,” Jensen sighed heavily. He had known how stubborn she could be, but Jared was already breathing down his neck and he didn’t wish to push his luck. 

“I love you. Please, don’t leave me.” Jensen didn’t think his heart could break any more than it already was, but he was mistaken. Hearing the sob rock her body as she gripped his bicep like it was her lifeline physically pained him. He wanted nothing more than to try and fix what he had destroyed, but now he only feared he had made it worse. This wasn’t what he wanted to be in her life. A destructive force that ruined her closest relationship and broke her heart. He never meant to make things so complicated. Now, he had no idea what to do to make things right. 

“I know.” He leaned into her, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. The only thing he could do was wait until she fell asleep. He let the backs of his knuckles run up and down her arm until her grip on him loosened on its own. Once he was free from her grasp, he slipped away and out of her room.

Jared was leaning against the wall opposite her door as Jensen pulled it closed behind him. Jared had a deep frown on his face, the lines in his forehead scrunched together in thought. He didn’t say anything as Jensen walked past him and towards his front door, he simply followed after him. 

“You guys assumed I was just doing this to spite you, but this is exactly what I was trying to avoid. I didn’t want to see my sister hurt yet another time! Yet here we are because you did exactly that!” Jared pointed an accusing finger at his co-star. 

“Tell me, Jared, have you really always thought that low of me? Do you think that I just go around getting a kick out of breaking women’s hearts? I thought we were closer than that.” Jensen had spun back around when Jared’s voice stopped him before he could open the door. Both were on the verge of shouting, but remembering the woman sleeping just down the hall, were trying their damndest to keep their voices even. 

“You’re right, I did think we were closer than that. Then you went and slept with my sister behind my back and now she’s lying comatose in her bed because she drank half a bar when you broke her heart!” 

“Jesus, Jared. You can’t put that all on me. I admit it, we made a mistake and I’m sorry that we hurt you, I am. But I love your sister, more than I’ve ever loved any other woman. And I know that to her, family is everything. You are everything. Since it seems you won’t move on and forgive us, I made the hardest decision I’ve ever had to make.” Jensen swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing as he fought back the tears in the corner of his eyes. “I had to let go of the best thing to ever happen to me, so she could have you. She might not be able to see it right now, and I hate myself for how she is hurting, but she will come around one day. Y/n will know that you mean more to her than I ever could. I can only hope when that day comes, she will no longer hate me.”

“So it’s all my fault, then?” Jared’s jaw ticked as he stared down Jensen.

“No, weren’t you listening? I’m saying it’s all our faults. No one is innocent in all of this. I’m just taking responsibility and trying to fix what I can, for both of you.” Jensen was done talking about this now. Things were still too heated for an adult conversation, unfortunately. He truly believed what he was saying to the man he had once considered his brother. He could only pray that Jared and Y/n could see his side of things. He turned and pulled open Jared’s front door. He paused one last time, his shoulders sagging. 

“I’m sorry.” He offered one last time, only hope in his heart that Jared would actually hear him this time.

“I know.”

Part 22

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[thirstyandbeautiful]

GOOD NEWS LIST: DO IT ON THE TIP

you fuck with esteban and pierre, and find out they hate each other- so you just don’t bother mentioning each other to them 

oh, and you’re an F1 driver. 

Before I pick the wrong man, make sure your friends tagged Do it for them bitches and they friends who be big mad I know my haters watchin', so I do it for they bitch-ass

You were so angry, you ripped your helmet off and threw it when you got back to the garage. 

You had to retire, for the second weekend in a row. 

This time wasn’t your mistake either! It was all Pierre’s fault, again. He had taken a risky cut turn and basically launched himself into you. You had cursed the second he’d shunted you and knew your race was over as his car pushed yours in the wall. 

You were the first woman in F1 on your level and these boys couldn’t keep to their own fucking lanes, and it was frustrating. You had fought hard to get to this level, fought with the best boys coming up and still shined amongst all the seas of men you had to swim through. Never once did you settle, never once did you have sex or anything. You earned your spot fair and square, fuck those gossip sites that said anything different. 

And up until two weeks ago, you had been having a stellar rookie season, absolutely soaking up the points as you made every motherfucker that doubted your ability as a woman eat their ugly words and sexist ideals. You had learned early on in your racing career to not pay them any mind until you could laugh at them while proving them all wrong. 

But here you were, two thirds of a way through a harsh triple header. You knew hard weekends were inevitable, but it didn't make you any less pissed. 

You were in your drivers room, stripping off your fireproofs until you stayed in your thin shirt and leggings. You paced the room, trying to even out your breathing as the adrenaline left over from the race didn’t help your rage. 

An unexpected knock at your door had you groaning, loud and dramatic. “Go away!” You yelled. You’d worry about who you had to apologize to later.

They knocked again, and you turned back towards the door, feeling your irritation rise. You ripped the door open, yelling what at whoever was standing there.

Pierre.

Pierre stood there, wide eyed and looking every bit the little sweetheart you’d heard he was, but for some reason his big baby eyed look was just making you more irritated. You didn’t want to forgive him, you wanted to punch him.

“Hey, I-”

“You want to apologize?” You cut him off.  “You want to tell me you’re sorry for fucking my race?” 

Pierre looked both ways before he gently crowded you and pushed you back into your room, he turned and shut the door behind him. 

“What the fuck?”

“There are reporters wandering around your garage, I really didn’t want them to see you angry. You don’t want them to too, no?

“Oh, so now you’re helping me out?” You narrowed your eyes at him and walked towards him, your shorter stature way more aggressive as you backed Pierre into the corner. 

“I’m trying to! You need to calm down.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down.” 

He looked down at you, his eyes roaming past your face. 

“Unbelievable. I’m ready to rip your head off and you’re still looking at my tits.” You growled. “Tell me, do you like forcing me off the track? You get some sort of fucking rush at fucking my race?” 

“No,” Pierre mumbled. “I didn’t mean to.”

“What?” You yelled. “I can’t fucking hear you, if you’re gonna apologize, fucking do it!” 

The room spun around you as Pierre grabbed your shoulders and pushed you against the door, switching places with you. Before you could yell at him his lips crashed into yours. It took you exactly 3 seconds to mentally say ‘fuck it’, molding your lips to his and biting him hard. 

Pierre cursed in French and pulled back, before he lifted you against the back of the door. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your mouths meeting in a frantic kiss, tongues rolling against each other. You licked up each other’s moans as he ravished your mouth. When he squeezed your ass, you couldn’t help but roll your hips against those solid abs you’d thirsted over before joining F1. 

You gripped Pierre’s neck, keeping his mouth against yours as you felt his hand sneaking around your hip, pulling your shirt up against your tummy before the top of your leggings was pulled. You whimpered when he shoved his hand down your pants, moaning into your mouth as his thumb brushed against your pussy. 

You pulled back to arch your back and whimper as one of his fingers slid inside you. He worked his finger in and out of you, testing your tightness while rubbing on your clit with his thumb. You looked down at how he was leaning against your chest, your nipples poking out through the thin material of your sports bra and shirt. You moaned when Pierre bit down on the perky nubs through your clothes.

“Fuck,” You moaned.

“You’re so wet.” Pierre whispered. You almost couldn’t hear him over the sound of your pussy being fingered.

You cried out as he curled his finger, hitting a new spot as he pressed down on your clit with his thumb, keeping the pressure on it. Your own shaking and hip jolts rubbed your clit across his digit and tightened you around his finger. 

“Another?” He breathlessly asked you before he licked your sticky neck.

You shook your head yes as you struggled to open your thighs around his narrow hips a bit more. Pierre got the message and lowered you to your feet, pulling up one of your thighs to hold it against his hip as he slipped another finger in alongside the one already in you. 

You whimpered and gasped at the feeling of the second finger joining the first inside you. You definitely hadn’t been expecting to be fingered in your drivers room, so your pussy was far from ready, but from how quickly it’d started gushing for his finger, it was catching up. 

You leaned your back against the door, your hips up with your one leg around his waist as he worked his fingers in and out of you. You looked down to watch how his palm rubbed against your mound down your pants. You arched your back, closing your eyes as you stuck your hands under your shirt and sports bra, playing with your tits under the material, out of Pierre’s sight. 

“You’re so beautiful.” Pierre mumbled, leaning forward to kiss you.

You kissed him back and stood up straight, finally getting his fingers hitting the right spot. You held him to you as you rode his hand, giving him your pussy in the palm of his hand, literally.

You cried out as you came. 

Pierre gently pulled out, and teasingly rubbed your clit until you pushed him away, both of your feet on the floor and his hand gone from your pants.

“Wow,” he had a dopey smile on his face, and you could see a bit of a bulge in his fireproofs. He walked back towards you, but was stopped by your hand on your chest.

You smirked up at him. “Apology accepted.”

You pushed him back so you weren’t leaning against the door, and opened it. You dramatically waved your hand, gesturing down and out the door. Pierre’s face was priceless. He was speechless until he was giggling and shaking his head. 

“I’ll find you later.” He said to you as he passed you and walked out the door you held for him. 

-

You weren’t exactly sure how you managed to start fucking around with Esteban, but moments like this where you needed some stress relief, you really appreciated the tall Frenchman. 

And really, you could barely call it fucking around when you were always on the receiving end. You’d roll around and make out until Esteban would shoot his shot, you’d get your pussy eaten and then you’d shake your head and let him lead himself out. 

You had promised yourself you wouldn’t fuck any drivers until you were at least a year in. You didn’t need your first year defined by dicks, you wanted it defined by points. 

Getting back to your room after your run in with Pierre had left you smug but with a simmer bubbling under your skin. You needed more than a fast finger fuck, and you’d already jogged when you got back to the hotel. Yeah, you needed some more relief between your legs. 

You showered and sent the text. Luckily, Esteban never took more than a few minutes to answer your texts, and took the hint instantly when your texts were just your room number, no formalities. 

You moaned, the soft plush mattress underneath you contrasting with the long, lean body on top of you. You let Esteban press his hard on into your cunt, and rubbed yourself against it. You didn’t feel bad, he knew what he was there for. 

“Thought you might call after what happened.” He mumbled against your lips, the first time either one of you had talked since you’d pulled him into your room.

You groaned. “Look who’s trained.” You teased. 

Esteban kissed your jaw, licking at your neck before biting harshly into your skin, making you jump. “He’s such a piece of shit.” He muttered near your ear. “He shunted you like an amateur.” 

Flashes of Pierre fingering you crossed your mind and you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to focus on which Frenchman was really there with you now. “It’s not a big deal, he’s fine.”

“He’s an asshole.” Esteban growled, leaning up to peel your yoga pants off in a less than gentle way. “He’s always been an asshole, trust me.”

You lifted your head and watched him pull your panties off, still looking annoyed. You held your legs bent together, making him look at you.

“Do you guys have issues?” Esteban nodded. “Like, personal issues?” You couldn’t recall any kind of race incident between the two. 

Esteban nodded, placing his hands on your knees. “Yeah, I don’t want to talk about it, okay? I’d rather do this than talk.” 

You let your legs fall open, shivering when you felt Esteban kiss your lips. You bit your lip, trying not to giggle at the predicament your mind was in. Esteban was licking on the pussy that Pierre had been fingering less than a few hours ago. 

You covered your mouth with your hand, not wanting any sort of smile or anything to be noticed by Esteban. You weren’t a complete asshole, you just found it funny and honestly, both of them had proven to be good with your kitty, so what did it really matter?

Pierre was completely wiped from your mind a moment later.

Esteban traced your entrance with his tongue before licking the whole length of your pussy, sucking on your clit and slurping on the nub as you thighs flexed around his head. 

You pulled your sweatshirt over your head so you laid nude on your bed. You grabbed the hands on your hips and pulled Esteban’s long arms up so you could cover your tits with his hands. When he got the hint and he began squeezing on the tender skin, you threw your hands over your head and let yourself lay there, spread and served. 

Esteban hummed against your pussy. “So yummy.” 

You grinned and moaned as he slurped on your wetness and pulled one hand from one of your breasts to play with your clit. His finger pulled back your hood while his thumb, or other finger (you didn’t fucking know), gently rolled the flesh around. You gasped as you felt your nerves short circuit between your legs. 

You pressed your hand to your mouth while your thighs trembled. Esteban was so good at not letting up, his tongue had stamina. He stayed licking your pussy up and rubbing on your clit. You thanked every God that F1 drivers were trained to be so highly focused, with high performance dexterity and quick thinking that kept him going and kept you climbing to your release. 

You moaned as the first tendrils of your orgasm tickled your spine and you let your body curl up as Esteban licked your orgasm right out of you.

-

You sighed after you heard your door shut. Three orgasms. Esteban’s mouth was magic. Honestly, you almost felt like you owed him your pussy until you remembered your promise to yourself, and that you really didn’t owe any man anything ever. 

You giggled at the floating feeling pulsing between your legs. Your room smelled like sex and you felt like sex. You still felt soaked between your legs, a mix of your juices and Esteban’s saliva soaking you.  

You wondered what he thought as he left your room, whether he believed you’d give in one day or not. He must think you would since he kept coming back, or maybe he really did enjoy eating pussy as much as it seemed. He was very enthusiastic and the realization made you teasingly rub your fingers across your sensitive hips. 

Your post head bliss was broken by a knocking at your door. You sighed and hoped it wasn’t Esteban. What a day for him to come back and ask to fuck. You really didn’t want to lose your best head when you had just unwind from your stressful day. 

You pulled your large sweatshirt over your head, and ignored the way it just covered your pussy. It had been a cropped sweatshirt that you’d ordered like 4-5 sizes up, so it was more wide than long. It wasn’t anything Esteban hadn’t seen already. He could probably draw your pussy at this point.

You opened the door. “Hey-” You took a big breath and a small step behind your door, “Pierre!”

Pierre stood against your doorway, looking at your legs, maybe your pussy, you were hoping not since you felt like you were hidden behind the door. Pierre licked his lips. 

“Can I come in?”

You looked at him for a moment before your mouth beat your brain. 

“Yeah, come on in.”

Whatever was going on between Esteban and Pierre was between them, not you. 

I should own a bakery way mans bring the cake to me And if that boy a baller, I bet I can make him play for me

good news list: the masterlist/schedule

[i-need-entertainment]

Sweet Home Hyogo: Chapter 4 THAT is a Fine looking man right there

Chapter 3-Chapter 5

“Y/N!!” With a scared gasp Y/n sat up in her bed, practically sprinting out from under the covers due to the fight-or-flight response her mother’s arrival had activated. Y/n let her now tensed muscles relax as one hand clutched her heart and the other her head, shaking her head in disapproval at the enthusiastic woman standing in her doorway. “Mom what the heck! You could have killed me.” Her mother simply waved her off and tugged her out of bed, allowing the young female to regain her footing before fixing her hair and lightly pushing her towards her dresser.

“As much as I appreciate the heartfelt wake up, why are you in such a rush?” Mrs. L/n placed her hands on her hips and looked at her only daughter. “You missy hafta get ready ASAP. I’ve got somethin’ I need ya to do for me.” Y/n furrowed her eyebrows as she squinted her eyes accusingly at her mother. Hesitantly she looked at her, arms coming up to cross across her chest. “What exactly Is ‘something’ mom?” Mrs. L/n rolled her eyes at her hesitation, “I need you to deliver some bread to Yumie.” Oh. OH- “Yumie as in…” 

Mrs. L/n’s eyes once again met the back of her eyelids as she continued ushering Y/n around the room, the young woman getting ready as she was. “Yes, Yumie as in yer mother-in-law. I dunno why yer so surprised, should ‘a known I’d make you see her when I saw ya were back.” Y/n felt the nervousness arise in her stomach as she got dressed and did her hair and such. It wasn’t that she disliked her mother-but-really-grandmother-in-law at all! She loved Yumie like her own grandmother! It was just, Yumie had been very upset when she learned about her and Shinsuke, heartbroken actually, and knowing why she was here was something Y/n would like to stay under wraps. 

After having the basket of baked goods shoved in her hands and being practically thrown out the front door, Y/n’s mother speedily drove Y/n to the Kita residence, booking it down the street once Y/n was on the front porch step. Y/n took a few deep breaths before squaring her shoulders and knocking. After softly knocking a few times, she took a small step back, hands interlocking in front of her. Just as she was about to knock again she heard the elder’s small footsteps. 

The door opened and Y/n could see the ever so sweet and smiling face of the elder she loved dearly. Yumie let out a slight gasp as she pulled Y/n down into a tight hug. “Y/n dear! How are you?” Y/n smiled as she hugged her back. “I’m good, granny. How are you doing? You look great.” (She will also call her granny cause it makes ~sense~) Granny released Y/n from her arms as she stepped aside, welcoming the young woman into her home. Y/n set the baked goods on the counter as she and Yumie sat down, catching up and what not. Before the two knew it, it was noon, and time for lunch. “Y/n, dear, would you like to stay? Five years is a lot of time to catch up on.” 

Y/n nodded, “Only if you let me help you cook!” Yumie nodded “Deal”. The took put on aprons and got to work, making homemade ramen. The two were hard at work, and as Yumie went to set the table and Y/n put the finishing touches on the meal, the front door opened. “Granny! I’m here for lunch!” Y/n, still very much hard at work, didn’t hear the front door open or close nor did she hear the other Kita’s greeting. “Shin! Please come in, come in!” Kita smiled at his grandmother, while he took off his boots, hat, and the fluffy white towel around his neck. 

(Okay, I have N O idea how the outfit works, but it looks like a jump suit kinda thingy, and he wears like a black compressions shirt under, SO for my sake and for a ~purpose~ he will have unbuttoned the top portion and tied it around his waist, like the painter official art Y’know? I hope so lol) Y/n had just put the meal on the table when Kita entered the dining room, both young adults showing a look of surprise on their faces. Yumie ushered them both to the table and sat them across from each other while she sat at the end of the table. Both adults shared a heartwarming, sweet, sincere FAKE smile while the elder hummed in satisfaction. 

“Y/n, what a surprise.” Kita stated, ‘smile’ still present as she returned it, eyes crinkling in suspicion. “Yes, what a surprise.” Yumie hid her smirk as she readied the meals, “Ooh! Shin dear,” He broke the intense eye contact between him and Y/n as he looked to his Granny, the sickeningly sweet façade dropping to an actually sincere one towards the one who raised him. “Yes Granny?” Yumie pointed to the kitchen, “Go get the good bowls, Y/n’s back home for a visit! This is a special occasion!” Kita stiffened and clenched his jaw, remembering all to vividly why Y/n was here. 

Without turning his head, he turned his gaze to Y/n, who was desperately pleading with her eyes for him not to tell Yumie why she was really here. “O’course, be right back” Y/n gave let out a sigh, “Y/n.” She looked up to Kita in shock, “Since you n’ Granny re organized the kitchen a couple’ a years ago, I dunno where they got put. Mind helpin’ me find em?” The look he was giving her was no questioning glance, he wanted answers. Y/n nodded, “Sure.” 

The two adults got up from the table and made their way into the storage closet. “What is this really about? I know for a fact you know where the bowls are.” Y/n asked in a hushed voice, crossing her arms over her chest. Kita sighed and turned to face Y/n, copying her actions as he leaned against the walls. “Because I know how much Granny dislikes our…situation… I’m not gonna tell her ‘bout yer fiancé.” Y/n stiffened. Of course he knew. He wasn’t stupid! (Freaking class 7 smh) “Thanks…”  The two stood in silence while Kita dug through the closet looking for the bowls, before retrieving them and returning to his position against the walls. 

Keep in mind, its been five years since Y/n had last seen Kita, and a person can change a lot in five years. Especially when that person works incredibly hard doing manual labor. Long story short, Kita had bulked up, and Y/n had noticed. How could she not! He was wearing a compression shirt that nicely showed off his toned arms and chest. He had always had a good amount of muscle, but he had changed a lot since high school, for better of course. 

‘W O W he got buff. I mean, he was never scrawny but OH MY GOSH HOW!?! And his biceps?! STOP IT Y/N! STOP this is not okay. You have a wonderful, beautiful fiancé waiting for you at home who is wonderful and you love him. SO STOP OGLING YOUR SOON-TO-BE-EX-HUSBAND YOU IDIOT!! Ughhhh, the jerk probably doesn’t even know what he’s doing..jerk..’ 

Oh no, he was well aware of what he was doing. And he felt no remorse for it either. Y/n was never really ‘sneaky’ or ‘subtle’ and he was extremely observant and perceptive. So picking up on her wandering eyes and internal debate was quite easy. “Y’done?” Y/n was jerked back to reality as she sent him a harsh embarrassed glare. Smirking, Kita grabbed the bowls and started walking back until “Wait,” He turned around to see Y/n looking away while she gripped his wrist. He raised an eyebrow, silently questioning her what she wanted. “Thank you….really. I know our situation isn’t ideal but I appreciate it.” 

Kita’s face turned to one of seriousness as he slowly nodded, “S’not my job to tell her, it’s yours.” Y/n nodded, releasing his wrist as she grabbed the bowls from him, making her way back into the dining room and setting the bowls on the table. Kita stayed behind, taking a deep breath as he slid a hand down his face, re collecting himself before returning to the table, getting his lunch and beginning to eat. If only you knew Y/n….Maybe things would be different…But…I guess you’ve found someone new huh? 

Kita let go of the depressing thoughts and focused his attention to the two chattering women in front of him, two women he held very dear to him, even if only one appeared to return the sentiment. Lunch went…surprisingly well. The two adults were able to have civil conversations, much to the satisfaction of his grandmother, and after plenty of trips down memory lane, and a few looks through old scrap books Yumie sends the two adults out of her home. 

“Shin dear, before you go back to work, walk Y/n home. I know you two aren’t together in a sense, but you still owe it to each other to guarantee the others safety.” Kita looks over at Y/n, “Only if you don’t mind.” He shook his head as he and Y/n started their walk back to her house. It wasn’t too far, the two used to make this trip quite often, actually. Growing up as best friends, and later high school sweethearts, meant frequent trips between the two houses. The walk back was quiet, but not an uncomfortable quiet like the car ride, more like a reminiscing quiet. 

Y/n started giggling, trying to suppress the laughter coming out. Kita looked at her questioningly. “What’s so funny?” Y/n looks at him and bursts out laughing, as she can no longer keep it in. Kita feels his own smile creep up on his face. “Do-do you remember when we were coming home from school *snort* and, you slipped, so you took me down with you *snicker* into a pile of mud!!” Kita stopped walking and looked at Y/n in disappointment, seeing her bent over in half laughing herself to death. 

“I thought we had a mutual agreement not to bring that up again.” Y/n tried to calm herself down but her actions went in vain as she remembered how mad both of their parents were, before they started laughing at the two teens. Y/n always thought it was funny, Kita however, did not. Y/n stood up straight again, wiping the tears that were in her eyes before successfully calming down. “Yeah, well, that’s my revenge for you bringing up what you did earlier.” Kita smiled as he remembered the mortified look on Y/n’s face as he recounted to Yumie of a certain event when they were first married and on their honeymoon. 

They had gone to a beach for their honeymoon (you can choose where 😊) and naturally Y/n and Kita had gone into the water. The two had been having fun, playfully splashing each other and all that. That is before a big wave came out of NO WHERE and caught Y/n off guard. Unfortunately for Y/n, she wasn’t the only thing caught off guard, as her top came loose and….well…came off. Y/n had been so in shock from the big wave that had taken her out, that she hadn’t realized that an important piece of clothing was missing. That is until she stood up to see Kita doubled over in laughter. She glared at him until she felt a bit colder it was then she dove back in the water, frantically waving her new husband over to help her. 

“Well, then I guess its only fair then.” Y/n smiled. The remainder of their walk was quiet. “See ya around I guess.” Kita said as he dropped Y/n off on her front porch step. “Yeah I guess so. You still have papers to sign.” Kita shook his head and smiled, waving her off as he walked back towards the fields to get back to work. “See ya around Y/n, and no.” Y/n, despite being frustrated over the papers couldn’t help but shake her head a she went inside, instantly confused as she couldn’t seem to wipe the fond smile off of her face.

[bxcketbarnes]

Goddess

gif isn't mine

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Plus Size!Reader

Words: 2400+

Author's Note: I love this fucking gif. He just... looks so good I can't handle it. So I thought of this idea based on this gif. It's my first time writing a plus-sized reader and I hope I've done justice. I just hope you guys like this. I'm nervous hahaha. xox

You've been a curvy girl for the majority of your life, ever since you hit middle school. You weren't really mad about it. Some days your body looked really good with your hourglass-like figure. You've got a little chub, but it's not excessive.

The people at Hawkins High though… they don't accept anyone who's over a size 12 in jeans or shorts. So, naturally, everyone in the school made fun of you one way or another. Which is why you don't really talk to anyone. You're friends with Nancy, Robin, and Jonathan, but other than that you mainly keep to yourself.

You were standing at your locker, grabbing the books you need to do your homework for your last period when you noticed a piece of paper resting against your books. "What is this?" You questioned yourself while grabbing it, tucking it into your pocket before closing the locker and head towards your last class of the day which is a study hall.

A random person opened the library door for you as you made it a minute before the bell rings. You sit down in the quiet area of the library, seeing Tommy and his little group of friends sitting at a large table.

You rolled your eyes at the group, wondering how they're not kicked out for being loud. You set your books onto the table before grabbing the note from your pocket. You slowly open it, getting a bit nervous at what this could be.

Hey, sexy.

A little bird told me you wanted to know what I was like in the sack. Why don't you come to my house tomorrow night and I can show you exactly what you're missing ;)

4819 Cherry Lane

See you then,

Danny

You bite your lip, glancing towards the giant group of people to see Danny already looking at you and he sends a wink in your direction. You blushed, looking away from him and you tuck the note back into your pocket before opening your textbook to begin the weekend's homework so you don't need to worry about it.

You stood in front of the mirror in your bedroom, looking over the outfit you are wearing. You had on your shortest pair of shorts, pulling them down as they rode up along with a button-down vintage shirt that you tied so your midriff shows slightly. You put on a pair of white tennis shoes before leaving your house, heading towards the address given to you.

You grew nervous as you were driving and you couldn't believe this was actually happening. You pull up to the small house, admiring how cute it is before turning your vehicle off before getting out. As you walked up to the front door, you wiped your sweaty hands onto your shorts.

You knock on the door, stepping back just a bit as you waited for Danny to answer the door. Billy, who was working out inside his house heard the knock on his front door. A sigh leaves his lips, setting the bar back onto the rack before getting up. He chugs some of his beer while walking towards the door, setting it down on a shelf before opening it. The door opened and the person who answered was indeed not Danny but Billy Hargrove. The air left your chest as you breath hitched, looking up at the teen in front of you.

"Hey, Y/N," he greeted and you were shocked that he actually knew your name, but he did hang out with Tommy. His blue eyes roam down your body and you begin to feel self-conscious.

"I, uh, I'm sorry. I must have the wrong house," you informed him and he leaned against the doorframe.

Billy crosses his arms over his chest, his skin glistening with sweat as you couldn't help but check him out a bit. "What house you looking for, sweetheart?"

"4819 Cherry Lane," you told him the address and he poked his head out the front door, pointing towards the number on the yellow house.

You followed his finger, seeing it was indeed the correct house and your stomach churned finally realizing what was happening. Oh, of course. It was just a joke. You pressed your lips together as you nod your head and feel your eyes begin to sting, trying to stop yourself from crying.

"Oh, okay. I'm sorry I-I gotta go," you stuttered, your voice wavering as Billy seemed to notice.

He reached his hand out, stopping you from leaving his porch as he looked at you with a confused expression on his beautiful face. "What's going on?" He asked you and you reach into your pocket, hesitantly giving him the note you received.

He read the letter, knowing who Danny was as the douche hung out with Tommy. Billy clicked his tongue, crumbling the note before tossing it towards the trash in his house.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't-"

"Danny's a dick. I don't know why you'd want him anyway," Billy cut you off and your eyes widened, surprised he hasn't kicked you off his porch yet. He stepped towards you and his fingers moved to the knot in your shirt, picking at it. "You wanna come inside?"

Your heart pounds against your ribcage, your face moving from his hands to his face. "I-You're serious?"

He mhm'd while looking down at you, his fingers gliding against the open skin giving you a cold chill. You swallowed hard before you nodded your head. Billy motioned his head towards the front door and you stepped inside.

He closed the door, following you in as you fiddled with your fingers and turn to face him. "So, I'm going to take a wild guess at what Danny and his group of friends were trying to achieve," Billy muttered and you waited for him to continue. "I know about everyone making fun of you because you're not a fucking stick. So, some chick must've heard you tell someone that you liked him or something and he devised this plan of wanting to "show you how he is" by sending you to my house, thinking that I would join in and make fun of the way you look."

You frowned at his explanation and you really couldn't believe that you fell for such a thing. A scoff leaves your lips and you run a hand through your hair. "I should've known," you muttered and tried to walk past him but he holds his arm out, stopping you from leaving.

"Hold on, sweetheart. I'm not finished," Billy muttered as he dragged his fingers up your arm. "How do you feel about getting back at him?"

"What were you thinking?" You asked him with a raised eyebrow.

Billy smirked as he looked down at your body again, finding the way you look to be really attractive. He's never been with a girl as curvy as you and it's not like he doesn't have a preference, there just hasn't been one as gorgeous as you. He hooked a finger under your chin, moving your head to the side before softly pressing his lips to your neck.

A gasp left your lips as you grabbed a hold of his forearm. "Billy, I-"

He pulled away and looked down at you. "Y/N, look, I'm not going to lie. I find you really attractive. Like, your body looks delicious. I can easily show you a better time than he could, that is, if you want me too," Billy confessed and your eyes widened as his hands slide around your waist, fingers close to gripping your ass cheek.

"You're not… lying?" You slowly asked and he smirked, shaking his head. You couldn't believe your ears. Yeah, Danny Slater was attractive but Billy Hargrove was ten times more attractive than anyone in Hawkins.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when Billy grabbed the back of your thighs, picking you up into his arms. "B-Billy," You stuttered and quickly wrapped your arms around him, hooking your legs around his waist as he carried you down a short hallway.

"Shhh, sweetheart. Don't even mention what you're thinking," he whispered, knowing exactly what you were gonna say and you closed your mouth.

He laid you down on his bed, hovering over you as the curly-haired blonde pressed his lips to your neck again. You tilt your head to the side, giving him more room as you could feel his teeth graze against your skin. Your nails clawed at his biceps, small moans leaving your lips as Billy sucked your skin.

The blue-eyed teen pulled away from your neck, looking into your eyes for a few seconds before capturing your lips with his. Your eyes fluttered close, running your fingers through his hair as you kiss him back. One of his hands moves back to the knot on your shirt, undoing it before he started to unbutton it. You pulled away from him and he sat up to finish unbuttoning the shirt before moving it off your shoulders.

You sit up, helping him take it off as you began to feel nervous. Billy tosses your shirt to his floor, returning his gaze to your chest and he internally groaned. “Jesus, sweetheart. You’re a fucking package,” he muttered and you blushed. His blue eyes met yours and he can see the nervousness swimming around in them. “You don’t have to go all the way with me, you know.”

“I know,” you whispered and his nose brushed against yours. “I just… I haven’t really done this before.”

Billy moved some of the hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear and he sighed softly. “How about this,” he paused his finger moving your bra strap off of your shoulder, “how about I just give you a few hickies to prove to those assholes that we did something and that’s it. We don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”

Your lips part in surprise, never hearing any girl who’s been with him to be this caring towards a girl. “Are you serious? I-Don’t you usually go all the way with girls? I’m confused. Why am I different?” You asked him and he chuckled.

“You’re different because you’re not like everyone else at Hawkins High. You probably never notice but I’ve had my eyes on you since I got here,” he tells you and you’re dumbfounded, a loss for words.

Your eyes scan over his face before placing your hand on the back of his neck, pulling him in for a rough kiss. A moan left his lips as his hands rest on your waist, his fingers gripping you roughly. Billy pushes you back down on the bed and pulls away from your lips, a whine leaving your lips and he smirks, liking how puffy your lips look from all the kissing.

He moved his face towards the nape of your head, sucking on your skin as he begins to mark his territory. “God, I bet you taste fantastic,” Billy mumbled into your neck and he bit down, making you cry out just a bit as you arch your back.

“Billy!” Neil’s voice yelled and Billy pulled away from you, a look of panic on his face as he glanced towards his bedroom door.

You noticed his expression and frowned, laying a hand on his arm. “Billy, what’s wrong?” You asked him and he looked down at you before getting off of you.

“I’m sorry. I’d love to continue but you need to go. My dad’s home and he’s… he’s not the greatest person,” he explained and you nodded, understand as you got up as well, grabbing your shirt off the floor. Billy opened his window, hopping out first as you quickly button a few buttons before crawling out of the window after him. He helped you, resting his hands on your hips as you struggled slightly. He grabbed your hand, leading you out front towards your car. “Meet me in my car on Monday morning, okay? We’re gonna make these fuckers jealous.”

He winked at you and you couldn’t help but giggle before nodding your head. “Okay, Billy,” you bite your lip and his fingers traced over your skin.

“And, don’t hide the hickies alright, sweetheart?”

-

You parked your car in the usual spot, putting it in park before turning the vehicle off. You looked at your makeup in the rearview mirror, admiring how you look today and you couldn’t help but smile at the dark hickies that littered your neck. You looked out the windshield to see Billy standing beside his Camaro, his blue eyes already set on you with a smirk on his pink lips.

You got out of the car, fiddling with the hem of your black skirt before walking towards the tall Californian boy. “Look at you, sweetheart,” Billy mentioned when you reached him, his hands reaching out to feel the fabric of your skirt. “You look really good. You ready for this?” A deep sigh leaves your lips before nodding your head. He smirked again, reaching into the backseat of his car and hands me his leather jacket. “Put this on, gorgeous.”

You slide the leather jacket on and it’s a bit big on you which is totally fine. Billy draped his arm over your shoulder. You wrapped your arms around his waist and the two of you begin heading into the school. Eyes were staring at the two of you as you walked down the hallway, seeing Tommy and his little group of assholes standing on the other end.

Danny met your eyes first, seeing them widen a bit before he nudged Tommy. The rest of the group looked in your direction, not believing the sight they were seeing as Billy couldn’t help but let his cockiness get to him.

“Hey, Danny,” Billy greeted and the two of you stopped in front of them. You can see their eyes on your neck, noticing the hickies and you couldn’t help but blush slightly. “I just wanted to thank you for sending this Goddess to my house. It’s a real shame you didn’t get a piece of her, cause damn.” He gloated and didn’t wait for his reply, leading you away from them as you two headed towards your lockers.

“Oh my god,” you whispered and laughed, looking up at the curly-haired teen, “the looks on their faces were priceless. Thank you, Billy, really. I appreciate it.” He smiled down at you before pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

“No problem, sweetheart. If you wanna keep the adrenaline up… we can skip school? Go have some fun,” he mentioned with an eyebrow raise and you licked your lips.

“You know what? Let’s do it.”

-

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Stray Kids React: Obedient S/O

Chan:

Chan will definitely not believe you at first. Think it’s some kind of trick to escape from him. So except to be chained up more.

But if you’re really obedient and prove that you love him, he spoil you. Good girls always get rewarded.

“Hey baby girl, you were such a good girl today while I was gone. So how about I let out today. We can go get something to eat and come back to cuddle.”

Woojin:

This sweetie would love it so much. You being his little angel, adorable. It would be a dream come true for this soft killer. But, that doesn’t save you if you ever betray his trust.

Trust is very important for him. Very. Important. If you ever betrayed it, he would go from cuddle bear to dark, dominant. Immediately. There’s a monster underneath his beautiful smile, a sadistic killer behind his sparkling eyes.

“Hi baby! I’ve made dinner for us and I’ve got some new movies.”

Minho:

You? Obedient? Perfect. But it wouldn’t be fun if you did everything. So he would continue raising the stakes, wanting to see how much you love him.

Maybe even see if you would kill for him.

“Why are you surprised baby? This is the pest who was flirting with you earlier. I’ve already had my fun with him. Now be my good girl. Pick up that knife and slice his throat.”

Changbin:

He’s one who’s not afraid to punish you, not bothering to hide that he kills. Like Chan, he wouldn’t believe it at first. He didn’t want you to use him and escape. So he would test it.

He would kill someone close to you. To see if you were his good girl or not. If you were, he wouldn’t find the need to kill or punish you anymore. He had you where he wanted you.

“Hi baby. Yes, this is your sister. She was getting in the way and trying to take you away. I wouldn’t let that happen. What do you think? I did such a good job. Come over here and give me a kiss.”

Hyunjin:

This boi wouldn’t believe you. He would probably over think it and make his own self mad with the thoughts.

If you continue to show your obedience, then he would destroy your world around. Giving you the only option is him. Besides, what use would you ever need of people like them.

“Good morning baby. Ah, you’re watching the news. Would you look at that, you’re dead. That means they’re going to leave you baby, but don’t worry, I’m here for you.”

Jisung:

He would think it’s adorable. He’s clingy so he would love it when you didn’t resist as he smothered you in kisses or cuddled you on the couch for hours. But this boi is a brat too.

If by some chance you push him away, maybe because you don’t feel like it, you’re tired, or maybe you’re feeling such; he’ll show his brat side. With dark words.

He loves to tease you, to see if you would disobey him and give him a reason to kill your friends.

“Cuddle time? Oh, you’re don’t wanna right now...? Well... When someone dies tomorrow, it will be all your fault~ Ah, cuddle time now? Yay!”

Felix:

This fcker right here... He always adored how you were obedient, always felt proud of you. But never voiced it. He loved his punishments, his sadistic side.

He even makes you wear a collar that his name. No one else can touch his pet. That’s only his job. You’re only his pet.

He would make sure to kill off your family, any one that look at ‘too long’ just to make sure that no would ever take you away.

“So that’s my next victim? I do hope you don’t miss that stupid pest who you thought of escaping with. Maybe the collar isn’t showing people that you’re mine. Next I think I’ll cover you in marks, that’ll show them.”

Seungmin:

This soft devil. Nothing could make him happier than you being his obident little angel. Though, he would make sure you never knew that the hands he hold you gently with has killed so many people.

He wouldn’t punish you, no; that would hurt his heart. Besides, there’s not need to punish you if you never leae him. He’s a manipulator. He’ll guilt trip and manipulate you to stay.

You would never guess that the one who’s killing was none other than the one who cuddles you with kisses at night.

“Kisses? Yay! I love you so much sweetheart? You love me too right? I’m good enough for you, right?”

Jeongin:

(This baby needs to stay in his lane and stop wrecking me)

Such a devil in disguse. Everyone thinks he’s the innocent, cute little baby. But oh is everyone so wrong.

He’s young, so he can’t control his impulses. Especially his rage and jealousy when he sees some filth talking to you. No no. That is not allowed and Jeongin will make sure that it won’t happen.

He’ll love it when you’re obedient. It’ll make him feel more reassured, but he’s still ready to take anyone out. He’ll always hold your hand at school, showing the others that you’re taken. And if someone was stupid enough to try anyways...

They’re excepting an early funeral.

“Noona, was that guy bothering you? Don’t worry noona, he won’t bother you anymore! I’ll go have a talk with him.”

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@dorisquinn​ I accidentally posted your ask before it was ready, so I had to delete that. Haha. But I will answer it now!

This is decidedly not exactly what you asked for. That maaaaay be coming a little later on since I got another prompt with some more specifics on that. This does, however, involve Killian, Jace, and some baseball introductions. 

found on ao3 | here | if that’s more your cup of tea!

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October 2023

“Killian, where are we going?”

“I can’t tell you that, love.”

“Because you’re being obnoxious.”

“No, because I’m surprising you.”

He hears Emma scoff, and he reaches his hand over to place it on her knee, squeezing before leaning his palm against the rough denim.

“Swan, I packed everything we need. I even made some brownies for you. Plus, you and Jace are both wearing appropriate clothing, and we don’t have to stay for the entire time.”

“The entire time?” Emma hisses before looking up into the review mirror to see Jace in the backseat. He’s been sleeping since they put him in the car seat, and since he always sleeps when they drive him, Emma really shouldn’t expect him to wake up anytime soon. “Where are we going?”

Killian sighs and looks over to Emma, flashing her a smile, before threading their hands together and bringing her hand to his lips. “There’s a fall Little League I heard about last week. They’ve got games today.”

“I thought Little League happened in the spring.”

“Aye, it does, but this is a league specifically for fall. It’s for the kids who pretty much eat and breathe baseball.”

“Oh, so you.”

His nose scrunches up. “Yes, you could say that.”

Emma shifts in her seat and runs her thumb over his knuckles. It’s always so soothing when she does that. They could have stayed home today. It would be so simple and wouldn’t have required them to change out of their pajamas, but he wanted to do this. He wanted to take Jace to this game and to have him see kids playing instead of professionals, even if there’s not a chance in hell that he’ll understand what’s going on.

“I like that about you, you know?”

“You like that I’m obsessed with baseball?”

“I like that you have something you love so much.”

He squeezes her hand and turns on the blinker before switching lanes. “I love you far more than I love baseball.”

“That’s rom com level cheesy.”

“You know I have a track record for that.”

“It’s honestly a miracle we’re together because I am not a fan of cheesy.”

Killian scoffs and shakes his head. “You say that you’re not, love. You do this thing where you scrunch up your nose and scowl, but afterward, your lips tug up and compliment the pretty blush on your cheeks. You like it.”

He hits the breaks as the light in front of them turns red. Emma leans over and kisses him, lingering a few seconds more than a quick kiss would require. “I will never admit that.”

Eventually the light turns green, and he keeps driving them toward the fields. It’s a little further away than he was expecting, but then again, traffic was absolutely horrible getting out of Manhattan. He’s not supposed to be doing this. Technically, he’s supposed to be reviewing tape for the ALCS next week, but he knows the techniques of the Astros well enough to know what he’s got to do. Really, he should have an ice pack around his shoulder and should be in bed, but he wanted to do this.

He needed to do this.

The parking lot is full of cars, all of the fields already have games going on, and Killian quickly pulls in a spot near the back of the lot before he and Emma get out of the car.

“Would you rather get the kid or the bags, sweetheart?”

“Bags. He’s going to be mad if you wake him up.”

“Should I just undo the car seat then? Let him sleep?”

Emma hits the button for the trunk to open. “I would.”

Killian nods and quietly opens the door to get to Jace only to find him awake, his eyes sleepily opening until Killian is looking into a pair of blue eyes that look far too much like his own.

“Well, hello,” Killian sighs, reaching forward to undo Jace’s straps. “You woke up just in time, lad.”

“Dada,” he sleepily says. The kid’s got three words down, which Killian is pretty sure means he’s going to be a genius, but that particular word will never get old. “Dada, Dada, Dada.”

“Hi, Jace. Mom and I are going to have you watch some baseball with us. I know you can’t be tired of that, right? It’s not like you watch games all the time, is it? You’ve probably been inside Yankee Stadium more than a lot of the rookies.”

“Dada.”

“So articulate.” Killian keeps undoing Jace’s straps until he’s free of them and can stretch his arms out, releasing a small yawn, and then curling himself into Killian when Killian picks him up.

“Did you wake him up?” Emma asks.

“He was awake. Do you want to trade since we don’t have the car seat?”

“Nah, this is fine. Lead the way, Captain. I assume you have some kind of game plan.”

“I kind of figured we’d wander around, check out a few different games.”

“We can’t just aimlessly wander at a park with a bunch of kids. That’s what creeps do. We’ll look like creeps.”

“We will not.”

She motions toward him. “You have on a baseball cap and sunglasses and dark clothing. You are going to look suspicious.”

Killian pushes Jace up on his hip. “The baby makes me look significantly less creepy. Plus, you. You help.”

Emma shakes her head and rolls her eyes before grabbing a small knit hat out of the bag and tugging it down over Jace’s head. “We can wander if you get me a hamburger and a hot chocolate from the concession stand.” “Deal.”

After he gets Emma her food, even if he does remind her they have brownies, they begin wandering around the fields. It’s colder than he thought it would be, the wind picking up and blowing around the bleachers, and Killian makes sure that Jace is covered at all times. He keeps squirming, wanting to get down and move, but considering he’s not walking yet, Killian isn’t going to put him down on the concrete. Later, they’ll put a blanket down and let him crawl there, but the kid has got to chill.

An eleven-month-old obviously listens when someone tells him that.

“My mom used to do that.”

“Hmm?”

“The woman sitting in the top corner of the bleachers.” Killian points toward a woman sitting down with a sign at her feet next to a cooler he’s sure is full of snacks. She’s wrapped up in a blanket, and she’s sitting away from all of the other parents. “My mom would always sit away from the other parents because they were always losing their shit over a bunch of seven-year-olds playing a game. She said between them and my dad, she just needed a place to breathe.”

Emma exhales next to him, a small white puff of air appearing, and if the sun doesn’t come out soon, they’re going to have to go home sooner than he anticipated. But then she’s leaning her head onto his shoulder and resting her hand on his knee, and everything in the world feels right for a moment.

“Did your mom practice with you? Or was she just your biggest fan from the bleachers?”

“If I asked, she would.” Killian grabs Emma’s and traces his finger over her rings. “She preferred to read with me or to play soccer or something. The only time we really talked about baseball was when I brought it up or when she and Brennan were arguing over how hard he was working me. Of course, that didn’t truly start until after she’s passed, so she missed the worst of it.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Tis okay, my love. It was a long time ago.”

“I know, but that doesn’t mean it sucks any less. One day Jace will be telling someone all the ways we screwed up, too.”

Killian scoffs and shakes his head before turning to kiss Emma’s temple, breathing her in. she smells of a warm vanilla, and he’ll never tire of it. “We’re definitely going to screw up, but we’re nothing like our parents, Swan. It’s not going to be the same.”

“No, no I guess not.”

“I know not.”

Emma laughs and presses their hands forward, releasing his to clap for Jace so he’ll start crawling back toward them. “I’m pretty sure Jace is about to eat grass, so we’re obviously doing a great job.”

“Darling, I think every kid eats grass at some point. Kids come from two people having sex, so it’s not like there’s really a test to see if you’re qualified.”

“Oh my God.” Emma shoves his shoulder and lets go of his hand until she’s leaning forward and grabbing onto Jace. “Your dad is ridiculous, kid. Do you know that? He’s absolutely ridiculous.”

“For saying how the reproduction system works because I – ”

“Excuse me.”

Killian quickly turns from Emma to look up at a young boy standing above him. He’s in a dirtied-up uniform, dirt marks on his knees and scuffing up his cleats, and his jersey is far too big for him. The timid smile on his face, however, seems far too small for him.

“Can I help you?” Killian asks as he tugs down his hat.

“Are you – are you Killian Jones?”

Killian smiles and moves his hat up. “Aye, I am. And may I ask, who are you?”

“Henry.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Henry. Do you want me to sign your ball?”

The kid nods, basically thrusting the ball and the marker into Killian’s hand until Killian is signing the ball while asking Henry about his team and what position he plays. The boy gets a little more talkative, the nerves waning off, and Killian gets it. He does. He never likes to think too highly of himself or think that he’s some big deal, but he’s living the dream. He’s living the dream that ninety percent of the kids here are going to dream of for at least one moment in their lives, and it’s fucking awesome.

It’s…

“Can I tell all of my friends that you’re here?” Henry blurts out.

“Oh, I, uh – ”

“I’m going to take Jace to go watch that game over there,” Emma tells him, nodding and smiling. “You go ahead.”

“Swan – ”

“They’re kids,” Emma whispers. “It’s your favorite. I don’t mind. Go make their day. Henry, you can tell your friends.”

His smile finally matches the size of his face. “Awesome. I’ll be right back.”

Henry sprints away to a group of kids in the same uniform as him, and Killian quickly turns to Emma as she stands and picks Jace up. “Swan, we can leave right now. We don’t have to stick around.”

“Twenty-nine, you came to a ballpark in New York full of kids who are obsessed with baseball. You were obviously going to get recognized despite you’re not so sly disguise. The only people you don’t mind signing autographs for and taking pictures with are kids. Jace and I will go hide out somewhere else, and it’ll be like we’re not here so there aren’t a million and two pictures of him online.”

Killian nods and rises to his feet as well, leaning forward to glide his lips over his. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Jace takes the opportunity to make some kind of unnatural noise then, dimples popping up in his cheeks, and Killian’s heart decides to do some kind of unnatural beat to match his son’s noise.

God, he might be the luckiest man on the planet.

“And Jace either loves your or hates you. I can’t tell.”

“It’s love,” Killian assures her while tugging down Jace’s beanie. “It’s definitely love.”

“Whatever you say, Jones. I think your fan club is on its way over.”

“Wish me luck.”

Emma salutes him and then walks away as Killian hears Jace start screaming out the word “ball.”

He wouldn’t be the son of a baseball player if one of the three words he knows wasn’t ball.

“Yep, ‘ball,’” Emma tells him. “Your daddy plays baseball, and he does it really, really well.”

Killian signs autographs and takes pictures for thirty minutes. It could be longer than that, but he starts losing track of time as more games end and kids keep coming over. Some of them have absolutely no interest in him, actually probably despise him and everyone on the Yankees, but that’s fine. He gets it. Sports are intense, and as long as no one is making any actual threats toward him or his loved ones, Killian is here for a little antagonistic taunting.

(Actual threats happen more often than he’s comfortable with, and while he and Emma have always been private, they are much more so with Jace and the information they share about him. People are bloody insane, and Killian isn’t going to ignore the possibility of harm.)

Eventually, though, once his hand starts to cramp and his cheeks hurt, Killian finishes signing balls and jerseys and taking pictures and politely excuses himself, telling everyone that he’s got a game to prepare for. It’s true, but not entirely. Mostly he wants to get back to his family, get in the car, and go home.

He wanted to be here today, wanted to watch all of these kids have such joy for the game that has defined his life, and he wanted to feel it somewhere outside of the mound.

His shoulder has started hurting again, is an absolute pain in the ass, and Killian has done everything to make it better. It’s not every day and not every game, but it is happening far more often than he’d like it to. It’s happening when he wants to pick up his son after a game and when he’s got his shoulder wrapped around his wife.

It’s happening.

He doesn’t want it to.

And somewhere in the back of his mind, Killian knows that this season won’t be the end. Next season, however, if he can’t pick Jace up without much pain, he might have to hand in his glove. He’s got All-Star games and three fucking World Series Championships, which is more than he could have ever dreamed about. He’s got friends and family and…Emma.

He’s got the love of his life who he shouldn’t even be with.

He’s got the love of his life who he can’t tell these thoughts to, not yet. They’re not supposed to keep secrets from each other, but he’s going to for now, until he knows for sure.

Asking her out all that time ago was complicated, but it worked out for them.

She should have slapped him, refused to talk to him again, and then filed some kind of order against him when he asked her out on television. That was still an asshole, misogynistic move, and every time Killian sees something similar happen, he hates himself for doing that and for possibly encouraging other men to do it. He didn’t…well, he didn’t mean to cause any harm, but he still did, didn’t he?

Emma’s forgiven him, though, and at the end of the day, even with all of the awareness he tries to bring to the problem that keeps persisting with men not taking female reporters seriously, Emma forgiving him is what matters for his personal life.

Emma forgiving him and sticking by his side while he does obnoxious things like drag her out in the cold to go to the little league fields.

“Hey,” Killian whispers when he walks up to the two of them, “you guys ready to go?”

“I think my fingers are icicles.”

“So that’s a yes?”

“That’s definitely a yes.”

They’re able to get out of the park fairly easily, moving away from the crowds and getting into their car, and before Killian knows it, Jace is asleep in his car seat while Emma has her hand in his once more.

Like clockwork.

“Are we going to be those parents who drag their kids out to little league games when it’s not even little league season?”

“Technically we already are.”

Emma laughs and taps her thumb against his hand. “You know what I mean.”

“Aye, I do. And I imagine that if Jace or any other kids want to play baseball during the fall, we’ll be out there, coolers full of snacks and signs tucked under our arms.”

“You’d definitely have to be the coach.”

“Would I?”

“Twenty-nine. C’mon. You would be the first one signing up for it.”

He would. He knows it. If Jace wants to play, Killian would be beyond thrilled to be the coach.

“Sweetheart, if Jace plays baseball, I’ll be the coach. If Jace plays tennis, I’ll be the coach. If Jace is on the debate team, I’ll quiz him. If he is into art, I’ll be at every art show and every class. If he’s into something else entirely different, I’ll be there. I’m always going to be there.”

Emma’s hand squeezes his before he brings her knuckles to his lips once more.

“Killian, are you okay?”

“I’m perfect.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” he says. It’s a lie and the truth all at once, but for right now, just like this, he’s going to lean more toward the truth of things. Today’s not the day to be figuring everything else out. “I am.”

-/-

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[maatryoshkaa]

Bad Boy | Seo Changbin

Summary: Trouble comes in the form of neck tattoos, lip rings, and Seo Changbin, the school bad boy who, no matter how hard you try, you just can’t seem to stay away from.

Genre: fluff, high school!au, bad boy!changbin, perfect student!reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Pairing: seo changbin x reader

Features: done with changbin!bang chan, voyeurist!minho, 3rd wheel!jisung, baby!jeongin, woojin, felix, hyunjin

Warnings: mild swearing

Requested: 1: “I’ll keep you warm, hold me closer”; 4: “I was wondering how long you two were going to make out before you realized you weren’t alone”; 18: “Stay the night”.

Okay writing this gave me a f a t crisis because writing Binnie as a bad boy made me laugh -- so rather than your typical hardass, stone-cold mafia bad boy, Binnie in this is more of a delinquent, cocky sort of kid, you know? If y’all want that stone-cold bad boy tho, feel free to request and I’ll give it another shot ahaha sorry about that! <3 enjoyy

Friday, 2:49 PM

“Seo Changbin, if I see you sleeping in my class one more time--”

The boy sat up and stretched, a lazy, crooked smile spreading across his lips. His dark eyes were barely open, but the sleep circles that ringed them made his stare even more intense.

“Sorry, Ma’am, your voice is just...so soothing.”

You watched as the biology teacher glowered and continued her lesson, your gaze straying to the male who had spoken with so little care. Everyone knew about Seo Changbin, the school bad boy, and his notorious friends. Everyone either wanted to fight them, sleep with them, or just plain stayed away from them.

You were the third. You were just in high school to get your degree, stuff some knowledge in your brain if you were lucky, and stay out of trouble’s lane. But for you, trouble came in the form of neck tattoos and lip rings cuffed around a sly smile for Seo Changbin, and you took the feeling he gave you every time you saw him as a sign to have as little to do with him as possible.

Perhaps the universe had other plans in mind, however, when you found yourself in the middle of a biology test -- science never really was Changbin’s forte, was it? -- and felt a cool hand behind you graze your arm, making you turn around.

“What’s the answer to #4?” He asked, barely making an effort to whisper.

“I-I can’t tell you...this is a test--?”

Changbin cocked his head to the side, tongue running over his lip ring in mock thought. “Hm. Pretty please?”

You opened your mouth incredulously to reply. “I--”

“y/n l/n, Seo Changbin, I do not tolerate cheating on tests. Detention for the both of you, after school!”

And that was how it began.

5:29 PM, later

Your patience was wearing thin as you scribbled out your homework. Changbin had been making paper airplanes of various sizes out of his textbook pages and throwing them onto your desk from across the room, each one with small notes like “sorry :p”, “still mad?”, and “but seriously, what was the answer the #4?”.

You were this close to flipping a desk over his dark, acorn-shaped head when the clock finally struck 5:30 PM and detention was over. Practically leaping to your feet and packing up, you began searching for the keys to your car, beginning to panic when they were nowhere to be found. Changbin slung his own black duffel bag over his shoulders as he watched you. You felt him come up beside you.

“C’mon, I’ll give you a ride.”

You glared at him. “What makes you think I’m going to let you?”

“Just think of it as a heartfelt apology.” The corner of Changbin’s lips twitched. “Loosen up a little, sweetheart.”

The rest of his friends were already in the empty school parking lot, sitting on the roof of a navy car. You recognized some of them--the oldest one was Chan, the unspoken leader of the group; the tall one sitting on the hood was Hyunjin. The blond one with freckles was the transfer student, Felix, who the freshmen were all over, and then there was Minho, infamous for having slept with one half of the school, and leaving the other half pining.

Changbin gave a short wave in greeting before leading you to his motorcycle. You gulped, feeling your palms begin to sweat at the thought of riding it, your stomach somersaulting. As if noticing, the dark-haired boy helped you on, hands firm and surprisingly soothing before taking his own place in front of you. The engine hummed to life, the sudden jerking motion making you yelp--and soon, you didn’t know if the butterflies in your stomach were from the motorcycle, or being pressed so close to Seo Changbin.

The brisk spring wind sent shivers down your spine as he swerved around a corner and picked up the speed, neighborhood lights and darkening sky becoming a blur. You shivered and shrank back into your jacket. Noticing, Changbin looked over his shoulder at you.

“I’ll keep you warm. Hold me closer.” 

You could feel your face heat up at his words. Tentatively, you tightened your grip around his waist before you felt him impatiently slip your hands beneath his leather jacket. Your palms were now pressed against his warm stomach, fingers gripping his thin t-shirt for dear life. Something about the smoother motion of the motorcycle as it sped up on the freeway, and the sudden warmth washing over you lulled you into a light state of sleep, unable to stop your drooping head from resting on his shoulder.

Changbin turned slightly at the feeling, heart clenching at your soft, sleeping face before forcing himself to turn back around and speed, eyes narrowed and ears red, to your house.

6:02 PM

Changbin shook you awake before helping you off his Harley Davidson with a strange gentleness that contrasted his earlier, cockier attitude. Something in the air had changed with the twilight sky, and you thanked him, tripping over your words. You ran inside, quickly shutting the door before peeking out from the curtains at your driveway.

The dark-haired boy stood in the driveway a little longer, staring after the door you had slammed with an unfathomable expression before hopping back on his motorcycle and driving away.

But boy, oh boy are the two of you whipped.

It was like the feeling you’d always had about Seo Changbin had been amplified tenfold. But if it was your gut trying to warn you away from him, why were your hands so sweaty, your face so red and hot, your heartbeat pounding in your ears?

Changbin had always known he felt different about you -- the straight-A, model student with an intriguing personality. Something about you made him want to get to know you better, but he always stopped himself, knowing what kind of reputation hung over him. He knew you were too good for him -- after all, girls like you deserved to be loved, held, respected -- and not by some delinquent. So why was it that even after all the girls Woojin tried introducing him to, all the half-hearted hookups Minho had suggested, his eyes still lingered only on you? It was as if, rather than washing away his feelings for you, each one-night-stand had just made him more and more sure that he only wanted you.

Monday, 9:27 AM

“Let’s take up your homework, shall we? I want all of you to form groups and share your Romeo and Juliet analyses with each other. You will then present the main points of your combined ideas to the class; now go on.” 

The language arts teacher fixed her eyes on the two dark figures at the back of the class, who’d made no effort to move at her instructions. “Seo Changbin, Han Jisung. Partner up with y/n.”

You fumbled through the contents of your bag for your report as the two boys took the seats beside you, Changbin watching you with muted amusement.

“Lost something again?”

“Shut up, Seo Changbin, I spent hours on that report--”

You could see Jisung smirk in his peripheral vision, your ears beginning to burn.

“Something been on your mind lately? You seem distracted by something.” He flicked his gaze over at Changbin, who had begun to help you look. “Or someone--”

“I said, shut up--”

The teacher clapped her hands. “Time’s up. y/n’s group, why don’t you go first?”

“Well, that’s my cue to go to the bathroom,” Jisung deadpanned before disappearing out the door, leaving you staring at Changbin in increasing dread. This was the boy who wasn’t awake for half his classes, let alone did his homework. How on earth were you going to--

“Our analysis topic focuses on Romeo’s character arc in the first two Acts,” Changbin answered, standing up. “Specifically, his sentiments when he falls in love with Juliet. He thinks he’s been in love before, but this conception shatters the night he meets her.

“The descriptions of his feelings change from infatuation to true love the moment he sees Juliet at the masquerade,” Changbin continued as you looked up at him in disbelief. “Romeo deems himself unfit to be in the presence of a beauty as great as Juliet’s. Compared to her, he is a pilgrim; a mundane, wretched man,” his gaze caught yours, intense as ever, “Whereas she...may well be a saint, too good for this world, the very light that teaches the torches how brightly to burn. Hence, we conclude that those...those are Romeo’s current emotions.”

He held your stunned gaze as the teacher thanked him, before raising a slit eyebrow at you. You finally remembered--the one subject “bad boy” Seo Changbin excelled at -- writing, and language arts.

You shook your head and looked down, trying to stomach the familiar sinking feeling in your gut. Oh, man, now you were sure. So you’ve had the longest crush on the school’s bad boy, Seo Changbin.

Weeks later, Sunday 3:37 PM

Maybe it was the teachers trying to save the delinquent’s falling grades and apathetic attitude, or maybe even the universe was getting tired of you two pining for each other, but you found yourself partnered in more and more projects with him. What had started out as quiet tutoring sessions in the library quickly snowballed into late-night phone calls from Changbin sheepishly asking you to help him cram for a test. And nobody could quite say when exactly the excuse of talking to each other just to study dissolved, and random, casual texts between you two became what you looked forward to each evening. Still, something deep down nagged at you to stay away, to not expect much -- after all, you two were friends at most; Changbin’s free pass to better grades at the very least.

But you found yourself caring more and more about the bad boy who had a way with words, this so-called bad boy who fell asleep by last period but seemed to be genuinely trying when you explained how cell division worked to him for the umpteenth time.

And the rest of the school would have been blind not to notice how Seo Changbin changed in front of you, how his usual dark, brooding expression would soften, cheeks filling with a light dust of colour whenever he saw you. How he’d stand a little straighter, clear his throat, a genuine smile replacing his usual crooked smirk.

Maybe that was why when you saw him trudging down the sidewalk today, on your way to the grocery store, you stopped dead in your tracks.

Changbin had his head down and hands shoved in his pockets, eyes dark as a tempest. When you squinted, you saw harsh scrapes on his jaw, dried blood on a split bottom lip.

“Changbin, what the hell happened to you?”

He froze, hooded eyes widening like a deer in headlights’ as you ran to him, hands gingerly stroking the wounds. He hadn’t intended for you to see him like this. He never wanted you to see him like this. Beginning to panic, you frantically dug into your bag, looking for bandages, anything, before you felt his hand grasp your wrist. His knuckles were worse, rimmed with red and purple bruises.

“I’m fine. What are you gonna do, put a Band-Aid on my lip?” He chuckled.

“I--you--who did this to you?” You stammered, still in shock. You knew him and his friend group had a reputation for getting in fights, but you hadn’t ever seen Changbin like this--you’d assumed it was just another rumour. Swallowing hard, you fixed him with a wary look. “What happened?”

At this, Changbin looked away. He knew if he kept it from you, you would assume the worst -- but if he told you what had really happened, would that be any better?

As if on cue, a navy car pulled up beside you, its window rolling down to reveal Chan behind the wheel, and Woojin in the front seat. 

“Oy, Changbin!” Chan narrowed his eyes at the younger boy’s injuries. “The hell, again? Hop in, we’re sending everyone home. And bring y/n, too -- maybe she’ll keep you out of trouble for once.”

Most of their friends were already in the car, leaving you between Felix and a younger, red-haired boy named Jeongin, who sipped a carton of banana milk and looked you up and down unabashedly before Felix kicked him.

Needless to say, the atmosphere was tense.

Chan pulled up to each boy’s house one by one, before reaching his own. “You can drive yourself back fine, Bin? See you later, aight?”

He flashed you a look that said something like, take care of him. Sorry. before leaving the two of you in the front seat, Changbin behind the wheel. Sighing, you turned to him, his eyes a thousand shades of guilt and apologetic under your gaze. “Tell me what happened.”

Something about how soft and low your voice was made the lump in his throat give way. “I...someone...I got mad at someone.”

You took a deep breath, looking down at his bruised knuckles before running your fingers over the swelling, feeling Changbin shiver at your touch.

“These douchebags were talking shit about you,” he continued, voice dropping to a mumble. “So I kind of...got mad, okay?”

Watching his pained face, you could only imagine what they could have said -- you were no stranger to your classmates’ offhand comments, which had multiplied ever since you began getting closer to Seo Changbin. From teacher’s pet, to attention whore who’s trying to sleep with the school bad boy and the rest of his popular friends -- you’d practically heard it all.

“You don’t have to get mad at that.”

“How could I not, when I care so much about you?”

You looked up, taken aback. For a moment, he looked almost angry, his expression was so intense. Changbin’s face was filled with every emotion at once, black eyes glowing under the rays of the golden hour.

His fingers tightened their grip around yours, eyes flickering between your eyes and your lips as if waiting for permission. “You can tell me to stop,” he whispered, before finally closing the distance between the two of you to press his bruised lips to yours.

It was like the years of confusion, mixed feelings and misinterpreted signs finally cleared away, leaving you breathless and wanting more, wondering how in the world you had ignored your feelings for Seo Changbin for this long. You suddenly found yourself wondering how anyone could think that this boy was nothing better than a burn-out delinquent who only cared about himself -- this boy, who felt and loved so strongly he wouldn’t hesitate to fight those who looked down on the people he cared about.

You pulled away only when you remembered the cut on his lip. “Doesn’t it hurt?” You asked, voice soft and catching in your throat at the look he gave you, forehead pressed against yours, like you were the only thing he wanted in the world.

“No,” he murmured, “you always seem to make all the pain disappear.” And he leaned in to connect your lips again, the kiss catching fire as he buried his fingers in your hair, the cool rings on his fingers brushing the shell of your ear and sending shivers down your spine. Changbin found himself relishing every soft sound you made as his tongue explored your mouth, your fingers running over the dark tattoos that curled around his collarbones --  when you heard the rustle of paper unwrapping behind you, and jumped.

Lee Minho was sprawled lazily in the backseat, a half-unwrapped Subway sandwich in his hands. “I was wondering how long you two were going to make out like that before you realized you weren’t alone.”

Seeing your fire-red, speechless expressions, he continued, “What? Carry on, it looked like it was getting good. If I’m not mistaken, it was around the part when Changbin was about to cu--alright, alright, I’m going, I’m going, stop hitting me Bin--”

Nevertheless, Minho managed to flash you a catlike wink and finger guns before promptly hopping out and running towards Chan’s house like he was being chased by an axe murderer.

Sighing and sitting back down, mood more than slightly ruined, Changbin looked at you before the two of you began laughing uncontrollably.

8:02 PM

You ended up making Changbin drive to his house so you could properly treat his wounds. You two sat in the living room, a tall panel of windows letting in the sun’s waning golden light. First-aid kit busted open --

“Seo Changbin, I’m not even going to question why you have a First-Aid Kit on hand--”

“Live fast, die hard, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, not while I’m around, sweetheart.”

-- you pressed an ice pack to his bruised jaw, disinfecting the scrapes on his knuckles and chin before carefully bandaging them. Changbin kept shooting little lovestruck smirks at you, only smiling more wickedly after you told him to shut up and hold still or so help me, Seo Changbin.

“How in the world am I going to get home?” You wondered aloud after putting the First Aid kit away, staring at Changbin’s bruised knuckles. “I so don’t trust you to work your motorcycle in that condition.”

He smiled, pulling you down on the couch next to him. He was quiet for several moments, studying your expectant expression, before replying bluntly,

“Stay the night.”

You blinked, sure you’d heard wrong, and yet your heartbeat had jumped to your throat. “What?”

“You live nearly an hour’s walk away. Just stay here, tonight. With me.”

You could feel your face heating up, and Changbin smirked. “What are you thinking of? I’m exhausted, you’re exhausted. Let’s watch a movie, order take out, and fall asleep on the couch or something. You know, like a proper date.”

You felt your face flush again at the word date -- and that was exactly what you did, finding eventual peace in each other’s arms as the sunset winked at you from behind the darkening horizon.

Sunday, 9:02 AM

You woke up with your face pressed against Changbin’s chest, the thick blanket he’d fetched last night wrapped snugly around the two of you. The smell of last night’s Chinese food, still mildly pleasant, lingered in the air as you sat up slowly. You rubbed the lines his thin t-shirt had pressed against your cheek as you peered down at Changbin’s sleeping face. Even asleep, the sight of him stirred something in your chest and brought a smile to your lips. The thin morning sunlight filtering in and gracing his features made him seem little less than an angel, black hair falling over his long lashes, lips soft under the glinting cuff of his lip ring.

“What are you thinking?” Changbin’s voice roused you from your thoughts as he opened one eye and grinned sleepily at you.

“About how you’re not the bad boy they call you at all,” you replied, stroking the fading bruises on his chin. “You’re kind of even softer than that Romeo guy, you know.”

Changbin looked offended. “At least I didn’t spout a sonnet professing my undying love for you. But the sentiment was there, you know.”

“No,” you mused, “you kind of skipped that step and went straight for the kiss scene.”

“Well, if Minho had heard the confession I had in store for you, I wouldn’t have heard the end of it for years.”

You groaned at the memory. “Well, what did you have saved for me?”

“Oh, you know. That you’re perfect, beautiful, and make my heart stop, and that I know I don’t deserve you. But that I’m selfish enough to want you, anyways.”

Changbin pulled you and the blanket back down on top of him, making you cry out in surprise. Pressing a lazy kiss to your forehead, you felt him smile against your skin as you two fell back asleep -- just a misunderstood bad boy and the feisty model student, soaking up each other’s warmth on a Sunday morning.

[geekygee01]

Paralyse Me

Summary: You are one of Thanos’ daughters, an omega fugitive trying to survive on earth after the snap. Three years later you past catches up to you, Clint wants to make you pay for your hand in the disappearance of his family. But when he smells your impending heat, plans change...

Pairings: Ronin/Alpha!Clint x Omega!Reader

Overall warnings: Mentions of abuse, mentions of torture, violence, mentions of murder, mentions of rape, claiming, breeding, coercion, dubious consent (the reader is in heat and not in her right mind to consent, no matter how much she begs)

A/N: Just a little side note, my main sources of inspiration are; @sherrybaby14 @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @youngmoneymilla So if you want some insanely good pics to read I suggest checking them out.

The rain pelts down as you rush along a deserted sidewalk, occasionally glancing over your shoulder and glancing at any corners or dark spots. Just a little further and you'll be back at the abandoned apartment you've been calling home the past week. You never remain in one place too long and you try to stick to busy cities, lose yourself in the anonymity. Not that many cities are 'busy' these days. Ever since your father succeeded in decimating half of the universe. The process killing four of your siblings and almost costing you Nebula too. Though she may as well have died, you haven't seen her in almost three years. And once he had won, once he had completed his lifelong mission he went and disappeared. Abandoning you in Wakanda, abandoning you to be captured or killed. Fortunately, in all the pain and confusion of the eradication, you were able to slip away undetected, and from there you ran. You ran until you couldn't breathe and then you ran some more. You found yourself in Kenya, and then Johannesburg, Mexico, Texas, Arizona, Washington, Alberta, Ontario, and who knows where else. Five years later finds you in Shanghai, China. It used to be the most populated place before the snap, and even now it is still busy enough for you to feel semi-secure. But you never let your guard down, you have to keep your head down, stay in your lane and keep moving if you want the slightest chance of surviving. This planet has become chaotic and lawless since the snap. With politicians, soldiers and police force disappearing the remaining population turned on each other. Many turned to crime to survive or for the fun of it, it wasn't like there was anyone to catch them. Petty theft, brawls and the unwanted claiming of omegas weren't anyone's priorities anymore, which puts you at yet another disadvantage. You were a child of Thanos; you helped in the decimation of many people's friends and families, and you were an unclaimed omega ripe for the taking. In this new world there were only a few outcomes for you; dead, forcefully claimed or trafficked. Always moving, wearing second-hand clothes from alphas and betas, stolen suppressant and heat blockers were the only ways you could keep yourself safe. And even that was getting harder and harder. Border security was getting tighter, and the medicine you needed was getting scarce. Three years without any more being made, you were surprised there were any left at all. But that's likely due to most omegas being claimed or trafficked, you were probably one of the only ones still around, still using them. Your hand reaches down and holds the package in your jacket pocket. The suppressants you had risked your life for. Travelling around so close to your heat, stealing from a drug cartel, but you had no other choice. You had skipped town, only taking the clothes on your back, you hadn't the time to grab any of your things, including your medicines. You had been thrift shopping in Osaka, but your gut told you someone was watching you, someone dangerous, so you hitched a ride as soon as you could. Swapping cars and directions every so often, trying to ensure you lost whoever may have been following you. You didn't even get everything you needed tonight, but you had heard fighting and gunshots across the road and left as fast as possible. You'd try again somewhere else tomorrow, but for now, the suppressant will do just fine. You'll layer up on alpha clothes and stick to more populated stores. You finally make it to your building and push on the heavy old door. You amble up seven flights of stairs and enter the apartment you've been borrowing. Whoever lived there before was long gone, most likely dusted, but you still slept on their couch. You only ever slept on couches or floors. Sleeping in their beds felt wrong like you had killed them and then violated their personal space and belongings. You flick the lock, attach the chain and slide the deadbolt, placing one of the dining room chairs under the doorknob just in case. "Wasted effort, seeing as I'm already here," a deep voice rumbles. You freeze in place, your hands shaking as they let go of the chair. You start to turn, but hands are already on your arms, spinning you around and forcing you against the wall by the door. You look up into hate-filled, cold blue eyes on an otherwise handsome face. "Who are you?" you ask softly. The stranger grins down at you, but it holds no warmth. "I'm a guy whose family you killed." "That wasn't me," you try to wriggle out of his hold, but he slams you back into the wall, harder than before. "You may not have been the one to snap your fingers, but you helped the monster who did. He's already dead so I can't get my revenger on him, you're the next best thing." "My father's dead?" that's impossible, he was almost invincible. But that explains why he left you behind, he had no choice, he was dead "that's why he left me," you whisper to yourself. The man keeping you captive chuckles "he was killed months after the snap, he left you and then he was killed." You try to blink back your tears, shaking your head "no, you're lying." "I'm no liar sweetheart." "Just a killer." "Big talk coming from the daughter of Thanos," he glares down at you. "I had no choice! He killed my family and kidnapped me as a child. Forced me to fight my sisters and tortured me when I refused. Or tortured me if I lost or tortured me if my technique was flawed. And when that stopped working, he'd hurt my sisters when I did something wrong. He turned them against me so that all I had was him and his will." You start struggling against him again, managing to shove him away. You turn to the door and pull at the chair and reach for the deadbolt before a heavy weight knocks you to the floor. You kick and flail, manages to kick his stomach and hit his mouth, he spits blood on you before growling. "I was just going to kill you because you killed my family. But now I'm going to make it hurt," he grins down at you before slamming his forehead into your face. The last thing you see is his malicious, blood-stained smile. X X X You slowly open your eyes, blinking away the darkness. You're in the lounge room, tied to a dining room chair. You can't even shift in place. You try looking around. It seems as if the room is empty, but you can't see into any of the other rooms, or behind you. He could be doing anything, could be anywhere.

You feel the ever-familiar prickling under your skin, a warmth spreading throughout your body. The slight burn on your throat where a mating mark would go, the desperate clenching of your heart, trying to fill a void. Your heat is starting. You have to get out, get away from this crazy alpha before he picks up on it.

You start struggling in earnest, desperate to free yourself before the unthinkable can happen. "Finally joining the party," you startle at the sound of his voice, your heart leaping to your throat. You swallow thickly as he comes around the chair and faces you. Your mouth tastes metallic. He points to the cut on his mouth "we match now." "You're sick," his lips quirk into a half-smile. "No, I'm desperate." "Desperate?" you question. "Desperate for vengeance, desperate for revenge, desperate for my family back. Guess where you fall?" his hand strokes down your clammy cheek, and you flinch away, though the omega in you is desperate to lean in to his touch. "Do your worst," you spit blood onto his shoe and bare your teeth. "Feisty," he laughs before turning serious once more "you won't be for long." "I've survived daily torture at the hands of the mad titan Thanos, you think you, a tiny mortal man, could do any worse?" "Guess we'll find out."

X X X

You try to blink away the fuzziness in your vision, you need a clear head if you’re going to think up an escape in this short reprieve of torture. Though you have endured worse at the hands of your ‘father’ it never quite felt like this. All those times being tortured by Thanos your omega nature was supressed. Now, so close to your heat, being tortured by an alpha, it’s somehow nowhere near on Thanos’ level and yet so much worse.

“This would end faster if you were to beg,” the alpha come closer to you.

“What?” you rasp.

“Beg for forgiveness, beg for mercy, and I will end this.” He stares into your eyes, so close and yet worlds away.

You look back at him and let out a deep breath “I’m sorry,” you start “I’m sorry that you’re such a pathetic excuse of an alpha that you need to beat omegas to make yourself feel strong.”

He sneers down at you before aiming a punch to your head. You feel the pain radiate on your temple but it’s slightly muted. It’s nothing more than an unpleasant tingle in comparison to the crushing pain in your lower abdomen. Courtesy of your heat, not his pathetic attempts at torture.

He raises his fist as if to hit you again but freezes, his nose twitches and he glances around the room before his gaze zeroes in on you. He breathes in deeply and a wicked grin takes over his face.

“Omega.”

Your heart stops, ice cold panic fills your veins “stay away from me,” you try to sound tough, but it comes out as more of a whine.

He laughs as he unties you from the chair. You try to fight him, to free yourself from his grasp now that you are free of the chair, but your heat and his beating has taken a toll on your body. You feel so weak, and your limbs are lethargic, they refuse to cooperate. He drags you into the bedroom and throws you down on the bed and ties your wrists to the headboard.

“So, what, now you’re going to rape me before killing me?”

“I’m not going to kill you omega. I have plans for you.”

Your eyes widen in fear. He’s going to traffic you, or breed you, or both. “What are you going to do with me?”

“Well you took my family from me omega, I think it’s only fair you make that even, don’t you?”

“I would bring back your family if I could, but I don’t have that kind of power,” you feel tears running down your bruised cheeks.

“I know you don’t. I don’t expect you to bring my family back, no, I expect you to give me a new family. It is what you were born to do after all.”

“NO!” “I won’t do it.”

“I think you’ll find that you don’t have much of a choice,” he strokes your face as you try to squirm away from him.

“Were you always a sick rapist or is this your desperation talking again?”

He laughs at you again “I’m not going to rape you omega. In short time you’ll be begging me, and then, only then, will I give you what you need.” He then turns and leaves the room. Leaves you to stew in your ever-worsening heat.

[hearts-hunger]

I’m Happy at Home || part five

Look on my masterlist for parts 1-4!

Part Summary: As you and John near home, all this remembering the past has both of you thinking of your future together. At home, John shows you how much he loves you and how eager he is to make your family a little bit bigger.

Pairings: John Deacon x Wife!Reader; dad!deaky

Genre: Fluff, smut, a tiny bit of angst if you squint

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: Smut! and deaky with a bit of a breeding kink uwu

A/N: Ok dolls, here’s the fluffy married smut you’ve all been waiting for! Keep in mind that I am the virgin-iest virgin to ever virgin, so if it’s not, like, accurate, don’t hold it against me. That said, I think it’s kinda hot?? So I hope you enjoy! Also, thank you for being patient with me this week! I hope it’s worth the wait!

You did have tea again the morning of Queen’s next show, and from there it started a tradition of show-morning dates at your flat or his or this lovely little cafe you’d found on your wanderings around the city together. Eventually your pre-show morning tea took place at your shared flat, and it had been something that had endured throughout your marriage. When Queen started touring and you and John were apart, you did your best to work around time zone differences; you’d stayed awake late and gotten up early just to be there with the kettle on as soon as the phone rang. It was inevitable that some dates had to be skipped, of course, due to bad connections or sick babies or sudden schedule changes. It was those times that you felt the weight of your distance most of all. 

Your shared tea this morning had been the first in a long time that you’d actually been able to have it in person before a show. Gone were the days of pub shows and university concerts around London, but as much nostalgia as you had for those days, you were much more proud of how well Queen had done and the part your husband had played in their success. 

“Brian really shouldn’t have made you make tea,” you told him, your soft voice breaking the silence in the car.

He chuckled. “Thought you might’ve taken a trip down memory lane,” he said affectionately. “And it doesn’t surprise me that you’re still hung up on that, even now. But it didn’t bother me, sweetheart. I was just relieved that I made yours the way you liked it.”

You smiled. “It was lady grey with a spoon of sugar and some milk, John,” you said. “How could you have gotten it wrong?”

“I was more nervous making your tea than I’d ever been in my entire life,” he said. “I thought, ‘god, if I don’t manage to make her tea just like she likes, that’ll be the end of it. She’ll hate me.’”

You laughed. “You’re so melodramatic.”

“Maybe,” he admitted. “But you were the prettiest girl I’d ever seen, and you had me absolutely shaking with nerves.”

You felt yourself blush a little, his innocent sweetness still able to make you feel like it had when you were young and in your first flush of love.

“And, just for the record, I do like the all-natural thing.”

Your blush deepened. From sweet to raunchy in the space of a heartbeat, and you wouldn’t have had him any other way.

“You heard that whole conversation?”

He laughed. “You did admit that you and Brian weren’t good at arguing quietly. You’re still not. But yes, I heard the whole thing.”

“What about when you thought Brian was inviting you to take a look at my wiring?” you teased.

“He nearly gave me a heart attack,” he said with a wry smile. “Though I must say...”

He turned on his side and pressed a kiss to your thigh, running his fingers lightly against the seam of your jeans. “Your wiring is the most pleasurable thing I’ve ever studied in my long and storied career as an electrical engineer.”

You sucked in a breath, surprised at your response to his touch. Maybe you’d been looking forward to your backstage activities more than you’d thought.

“John.”

“Hm?”

You reached down and put your hand over his, stilling his movements. “Save it for when we’re not driving on an icy road in the middle of the night.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment and you worried you’d offended him, but a second later you could feel a grin spread over his face. His shoulders shook with laughter as he tried to keep quiet for your son’s sake.

He pushed himself up and sat next to you. “God, do I love you.”

Your smile was a bit bashful as he kissed your cheek.

“Probably a bit cold to pull over and show you just how much, yeah?” he said, only half-teasing.

You laughed. “With Teddy in the backseat?”

“We’ll just tell him we’re working on getting a new baby brother or sister.”

Your breath caught in your chest. A new baby? Could you have heard him right?

“Turn’s coming up, love,” he said, seemingly oblivious to the effect his words had had on you. You pulled into the driveway of the lakehouse, the headlights shining through the gently falling snow and casting circles on the front porch.

You put the car in park and turned to face your husband. “Did you mean that?”

He looked a little bemused. “Mean what?”

You bit your lip. “What you said about... getting Teddy a new brother or sister.”

His expression suddenly turned a bit nervous, his hand going to the back of his neck like it always did when he was uneasy.

“Oh, um... I dunno. I mean, only if you want, of course, but I’ve...” He met your eyes, bashful and wary as if he were asking for the moon and more. “I’ve been thinking about it lately.”

You felt a heady mix of relief and joy wash over you. “Me too, John. I’ve been thinking about it too. For... well, for a while now.”

“You have?” he asked, surprised. “For how long? Why didn’t you say anything?”

You could have laughed at how nervous the two of you were, like teenagers about to try fooling around for the first time. This was your husband, the man you’d known and loved for years - why were you so worried to talk about this with him? You shook your head. “I just thought... I don’t know, I guess I thought you might get angry or something. If I brought it up.”

A shade of distress colored his expression. “Angry? Why, what on earth for? How could I be angry?”

“You always say how hard it is to be away from Teddy,” you said, the words tumbling from you, unable to stop them now that you were finally talking about it. “I know how hard it is for you, and I thought you wouldn’t want to have more kids so you wouldn’t have to go through that more than you already have to. I thought you wouldn’t want another baby.”

John didn’t say anything right away; he carded his hand through his hair, and you knew he was thinking of what to say. That was something you had always loved and admired about him: he took his time to say what he meant. He rarely went off half-cocked about anything, and his words were intentional. 

He took a breath and met your eyes, taking both of your hands in his.

“It is hard to be away from Teddy,” he said. “It’s the hardest thing in the world to be away from my son, and it’s just as hard to be away from his mother, too. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want more kids with you, love.”

He smiled at you so tenderly it nearly took your breath away.

“I love you more than you could possibly know. I love our son more than life itself. Even if it’s hard, nothing would please me more than to have more babies with you.”

You felt the sting of tears, good tears of happiness and relief. “Really?”

He cradled your cheek in his hand and kissed you.

“Really,” he said, when you came up for air. He rested his forehead against yours and bumped your noses together affectionately. “As many as you like.”

You gave a watery laugh. “Let’s just try for one, for the time being.”

He chuckled. “Suits me just fine, love.”

You felt the warmth of his breath on your skin as he laughed, the smoldering desire you’d felt all night sparking into a fire again at the pure adoration you felt for the man you’d been so lucky to marry.

“Maybe... we could start trying tonight?” he ventured.

You grinned and threw your arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. He caught you against him; you could feel his smile against your lips.

“Take that as a yes,” he said breathlessly when you finally pulled back. 

“I’m all yours, Mr. Deacon,” you said with a flirtatious smile.

He bit his lip as he looked at you. “You drive me mad, woman, you know that?”

He gave you a quick kiss and got out of the car to get Teddy from the backseat. You took your jacket and Teddy’s inside, turning on the porch light against the darkness. The house was freezing; you went to the thermostat to turn the heat up a bit. You heard John take Teddy into the bedroom Teddy had picked out when you first got here, declaring his claim on both levels of the bunk bed. You smiled at the memory, knowing John would tuck his son into the bottom bunk tonight.

You ventured into the master bedroom, hearing the heat come on through the house. More for coziness than for warmth, you knelt at the fireplace and lit the kindling under the logs John had set up for you that morning. In no time you had a cheery fire crackling away, giving a cozy light to your otherwise dark bedroom.

“Teddy didn’t even wake up when I put him in bed,” John said, coming into your bedroom. He kicked off his shoes where yours lay by the door. “Did you have him do some extra laps around backstage to tire him out?”

You smiled and stood, letting yourself be held as John put his hands to your hips and drew you close to him. “He was dancing with you the whole concert,” you said. “Between that and singing at the top of his lungs, it’s no wonder he’s all tuckered out.”

“Maybe we’ll get to have a bit of a lie-in tomorrow, hm?” John said with a smile, splaying his hand over the small of your back. “If Teddy won’t be up with the sun.”

“Even if he is, I’m sure Uncle Brimi would love some early morning company,” you joked. Brian was a bit of a wonder in that regard; no matter how late he stayed up, he could always be counted on to be up earlier than all the rest of you.

John grinned. “Works for me.” Then, like a kid eager to get his hands on a new toy, he scooped you up with his hands under your thighs. Startled, you hooked your legs around his waist and held onto his shoulders for dear life.

“Easy, sweetheart,” John teased. “I’m not gonna let you fall.”

You relaxed and kissed him, practically glowing as he held you like it was the easiest thing in the world. Your hands went from his strong, steady shoulders to his face, framing the features you knew and loved so deeply. He smiled up at you, looking at you like he’d never seen anything more lovely; as you often did, you realized anew how privileged you were to be loved by him.

“I believe it’s time to take your wife to bed, Mr. Deacon,” you teased gently.

He grinned. “That time already? If you say so, love.”

He walked the two of you over to the bed, easing you down until you lay on your back on the patchwork quilt. You kept your legs hooked around him and enjoyed the view as he pulled that lovely blue shirt off, revealing the much lovelier sight of your husband’s skin in the firelight, all golden and warm and begging to be kissed.

“Quit ogling me like that,” he laughed.

You smiled and sat up, hooking your thumbs in the loopholes of his deliciously tight jeans that hugged low on his hips. “Could it be that I’m making the famous John Deacon blush?”

He honest to god giggled at that, and if you thought you couldn’t adore your husband any more than you already did, you were proven wrong. His smile was like the sun, beautiful and pure, as he took your face in his hands and kissed you tenderly.

“I love you,” he said. “And I intend to spend the whole night showing you just how much I love you.”

His hands wandered to the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head before unclasping your bra with the ease of a man who’d been doing the same movement to the same bra for a long time. He kissed you again before he eased you back down; you stretched languidly under his gaze and felt heat pool between your legs as he looked over you.

“Lovely thing,” he praised, his voice low and gentle and full of desire. “I could look at you for hours.”

Leaning on his hands on either side of you, he hovered over you and kissed down your neck, sucking at your collarbone before lavishing his kisses on your breasts. You carded you hands through his hair as his warm mouth sent flames licking through you, up from the steady burn of desire that had settled low between your hips. He tugged at the waistband of your jeans, pulling them off you one-handed while his other at your back lifted your hips to his. You could feel him through his jeans, already hard and ready for you.

You could hear how his breath caught in his chest as he pulled your panties off and tossed them aside with the rest of your clothes. You did blush then, unable to help a swell of pride at the effect you had on him.

“Do me a favor,” he said breathlessly.

You looked up at him as you lay back on the bed. “Depends on the favor,” you teased.

He tore his eyes away from your heat for a moment to meet your eyes. “Only if you want to, but... how would you feel about touching yourself for me?”

You felt a rush of heat. “You want to see?” you said, batting your eyelashes and playing coy, trying to disguise how eager you were to give him what he wanted.

He swallowed. “Y-yeah.”

You gave him a pleased smirk. “You put on such a good show for me tonight,” you purred. “I think it’s only fair that I give you a good show in return.”

“Fair’s fair,” he agreed in a choked voice.

You slowly spread your legs on either side of him, trying your best to keep yourself in check and ease your way to the center of your desire. Your hands trailed over your breasts, up your thighs, building the delicious tension in your whole body. You wished it was John’s hands on you instead of your own; god knows you’d had too many nights when your hands had to be a meager substitute, working as best they could in tandem with his voice over the phone. But he wanted it, and you would do nearly anything he wanted, and it wouldn’t matter for long anyway. The way he was already looking near to undone, he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off you for long.

“You know who I think of when I touch myself?” you asked, your voice silky with pleasure. Your hands reached your heat and you had to bite your lip to keep from gasping.

“Tell me, beautiful,” he said, his voice steadier even as his breathing grew more ragged. Though John’s dominant side was a thing to behold, you knew you had always had the power to unravel him completely.

Your fingers dipped between your folds, warm and wet at the sound of his voice. “Oh,” you gasped. You looked up at see his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I think of you.”

You drew your fingers up to your clit, letting your desire take over and rubbing deep, fast circles against it. Your eyes fluttered shut as your hips rose to meet your hands, your legs spreading wider. John gave a sinful groan and you arched your back in pleasure, the sound of it making the heat in your belly curl tighter and closer to the edge.

“Ah, fuck, John,” you breathed. You could feel your orgasm steadily building, your legs shaking as you continued to pleasure yourself. 

“Wait, wait,” he panted. You felt his hand over yours, big and warm and calloused, as he drew your fingers away from your heat. You gave a frustrated cry at the loss of contact, hips moving of their own accord to continue the friction you so craved. 

“John,” you whined. 

“I know, my lovely,” he said breathlessly, palming himself though his jeans. “You were close, weren’t you?”

Since he’d learned to tell if you were close to the edge in the early days of your relationship, edging and teasing you had earned a high-ranking spot in his favorite things to do in bed. You were usually game, but you’d been wanting him since before the concert, and you were in no mood to be teased tonight.

“No teasing,” you said petulantly.

“Needy little thing, aren’t you?” he said, his voice rough. “I only wanted to have you cum on my fingers instead of yours, even as pretty as yours are, but if you don’t want to - ”

You grabbed his wrist and pressed his hand to cover your heat, letting out a choked moan at the feel of him.

“That’s a yes, then?” he said. His fingers drew a stripe between your folds and he groaned.

“Christ, love, you’ve worked yourself into a state, haven’t you?” he gasped. “You’re soaked.”

Your hips bucked against his hand as his fingers barely even touched your clit, already a live wire with desire, his barest touch making your head spin.

“Easy, easy,” he said. “I’ve got you. Let me take care of you.”

He hovered over you again, leaning on his forearm next to you, his fingers in your hair, showering your face with kisses. You dug your fingers into his shoulders as his other hand began its skilled exploration of your heat.

“Fuck,” you said, gasping with pleasure as he pushed a finger into you. “John, please.”

He set a steady pace, easing another finger in, the callouses on his fingers from playing bass making you dizzy with pleasure as he played you. Needy, high-pitched moans tumbled from your mouth in time with his movements, your thighs squeezing around his wrist as you came quickly to the edge.

“Gonna cum, John,” you keened as he curled his fingers in a come-hither motion inside you. “John - Jesus, John, right there. Please, I’m gonna - ”

“Cum for me, beautiful,” he said. “Cum on my fingers, show me how good I make you feel.”

“Oh god,” you moaned, waves of pleasure tearing through you as he brought you over the edge. You sighed against his mouth, holding tight enough to his shoulders to leave bruises. He rubbed your clit through your orgasm, drawing it out as long as he could; your whole body trembled with the aftershocks that seemed to go on for a whited-out eternity.

“Fuck,” you gasped, the stars slowly fading from your vision as the last shocks of pleasure died out. You let go of him, your whole body feeling like jelly, feeling the loss of warmth from John’s hand as he withdrew before the oversensitivity became painful.

He gave a breath of a laugh. “That good, huh?”

You pulled him down to lay next to you, an awkward crush of limbs half-off the bed, but he didn’t seem to mind. He kissed you deeply, your breaths never quite leaving the space between you.

“Thank you,” you said.

He smirked. “You’re welcome. Though really, it’s my pleasure.”

You ran your thumb over his bottom lip, pink and swollen from kissing you. “I can think of some other things that might be your pleasure,” you said, your voice husky but not worn out, not yet. Your first orgasm had only made you want him more, and from the feel of him hard against your thigh, it had made him all the more eager for you too.

“Where do you wanna cum, baby?” you asked, reaching between you to rub your hand against his erection. You felt the way his whole body shuddered with pleasure at your touch. “Between my legs? Down my throat?”

“Jesus, love,” he moaned, his hips moving against your hand. “Keep talking like that and I’m gonna cum in my jeans like a teenager.”

You hummed. “Can’t have that, now, can we?” You fumbled with his belt as you kissed him; though he let you for a second, he quickly batted your hands away and pulled back.

“Up there,” he said, nodding towards the head of the bed. Liking this dominant streak, you did as he said, settling yourself as he made quick work of his jeans and boxers.

You let out a choked sigh at the sight of his cock, flushed and heavy between his legs, the tip leaking precum as he made his way up the bed towards you. He settled himself between your legs, giving his cock a few quick strokes as you spread wider for him.

“Love you,” he said breathlessly, leaning down to kiss you as he put his hand to the small of your back, lifting your hips to meet his.

You opened your mouth to say the same, but your voice was cut off in a desperate gasp as he sheathed himself to the hilt inside you.

“John,” was all you could manage, but you were confident he knew what you meant. He kept you both there for a moment, steadying each other, giving you a second like he always did to adjust to him. Those few seconds with him inside you for the first time, filling you up, his warm skin pressed against yours, was easily one of your favorite things about making love to him.

He pressed kisses to your neck, sucking hard enough in some places that you were sure to wake up covered in love marks tomorrow. You couldn’t find it in you to be bothered, though, leaning your head back to expose as much skin for him as he wanted.

“I seem to recall you saying something about wanting another baby,” he said, his voice low against your neck. He was beautiful, his brown eyes lovely and dark with desire, his cheeks flushed, his curls mussed and coppery in the firelight.

“What are you waiting for, then?” you said. You felt his cock twitch and found yourself suddenly desperate for him to move. “Put a baby in me.”

That was all it took, and you gave a gasp of pleasure as he drew himself out almost completely before pushing back into you as deep as he could go. He set a steady pace, not the frantic thrusts familiar to a quickie, nor the slow, tender strokes of lazy lovemaking. This was deliberate, each snap of his hips against yours intended to unravel you as well as seeming to try and sink himself all the way into your heat with every thrust. You hooked your legs around him, drawing him even deeper.

“God, you feel amazing,” he panted, each breath punched out of him as he drove into you. “Absolutely perfect, god, I love you so much.”

You kissed him deeply, letting him catch each heartfelt moan in his mouth that wouldn’t stop coming from yours. He angled his thrust differently, hitting your sweet spot, and your cry of pleasure was sinfully loud.

“John, oh, please, John, yes,” you chanted, the words becoming more like pleas as you felt your orgasm build with every thrust. You tugged at his curls as he put his hand between you, rubbing circles against your clit.

“John,” you said desperately, knowing you were close. “Gonna cum, gonna cum - ”

His response was to deepen his touch against your clit, sending you over the edge almost immediately. White-hot pleasure crashed through you, drawing a string of curses and moans from the both of you as you tightened around him. You rode out your orgasm on his cock, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through your whole body.

You could feel his strokes grow sloppier as he neared his own release, his breaths more like moans as he chased his orgasm and drew yours out as long as he could. 

“I love you, John,” you said, kissing every part of him you could reach, encouraging him and praising him as you felt him coming undone. “You’re so good to me, John, so perfect. I love you. I love you so much.”

One, two, three thrusts later he was spilling inside of you, buried deep between your legs. 

“Fucking Christ,” he managed, dropping his head to your shoulder. His breath was hot against your collarbone as he pressed kisses to your skin, his whole body shaking with the intensity of his pleasure.

You stayed there for a few seconds, feeling each other inside and out, enjoying the press of your bodies together as you came back to earth. Eventually he moved to pull out of you, your breath catching in your throat as your oversensitive body protested the movement. 

“Sorry,” he said with a wince. “Went a little rough, did I?”

You shook your head, giving him a dazed smile. “No, it was good. Really good. You’re always really good.” You had never been particularly articulate in the afterglow, the heady sensation of having been loved well and thoroughly always leaving you at a loss for words.

He breathed a laugh as he lay next to you. “Well, that’s really good to hear,” he teased lightly.

You pressed close to him, seeking his warmth; now that the heat of passion had been sated, you were beginning to realize how chilly it was in the room even despite the fire still casting a lovely glow over the two of you, all tangled limbs and slowly steadying heartbeats. He drew you close, running his hands tenderly over your skin, his touch intended to soothe and calm rather than tease.

“Do you think we made a baby?” you asked.

He chuckled. “If not, we’ll just have to try again, hm?”

You gave a contented groan as you draped your arm over his stomach. “Anytime you want, honey, as long as you do me like that again.”

You felt the warm rumble of his laugh as you lay your head on his chest, tracing the planes and curves of his lean-muscled frame. He let you take your time like you wanted, interrupting his gentle humming of “You’re My Best Friend” with a happy sigh.

“I love you, Mrs. Deacon,” he said. He drew your hand to his mouth, kissing right below your wedding ring, and you could feel his smile. “I want you to know that my feelings are true, I really love you.”

You couldn’t help the adoring laugh that bubbled out of you, beaming at him like you did every time he sang your song to you. After a decade of being loved by him, writing it was still the most romantic thing he’d ever done; he could sing it to you every day and you’d never get tired of the love of your life saying you were his best friend.

“Guess what?” you said.

“Hm?”

You kissed his jaw and felt the endearing warmth of his blush. “You’re my best friend too.”

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[fanficimagery]

Imagine celebrating New Year's Eve with the Pack and someone makes their feelings known for you when they realize you're unattached.

Peter X Reader

Arms full of supplies for the New Year's Eve gathering you and the Pack are having at Derek's, you enter the loft with a skip in your step.

"Feliz Navid, bitches. Momma's back." Several heads snap in your direction- each and every one of them yelling back a greeting in response. From his spot perched on a metal table, you grin at Isaac. "Hey, Lahey. Be a sweetheart and go grab everyone's gifts from the trunk of my car?" He hops off the table and you toss him your keys. "Thanks, puppy."

He ducks his head as he passes you and Lydia chuckles as she makes her way towards you. "Are you ever going to stop calling him puppy?" She asks while briefly hugging you.

"Never. He might be a vicious werewolf when the occasion calls for it, but other than that he's perfectly docile and adorable."

She rolls her eyes, but the corner of her lips twitch. "Whatever you say." You hum back and then she eyes the small ice chests you're carrying in each hand. "What's in those?"

Smirking, you hold up the red ice chest at eye level. "In the red we have jello shots for the weres and in the blue," you say as you hold up the other one, "are jello shots for the humans."

"Did you say jello shots?" Stiles comes up, eyes sparkling as he takes hold of the blue ice chest and holds it to his chest as if it's something precious. "Last time you made jello shots we got into a lot of trouble. Are you sure the boyfriend is okay with this?"

Your heart practically skips a beat at the mention of a boyfriend, and you slightly narrow your eyes at Derek who raises an eyebrow in response. "The boyfriend can't be mad if there is no boyfriend," you mumble. Lydia and Stiles' smiles falter, and you roll your eyes. "Relax. I'm the one who broke it off. I'm good."

"Well in that case, darling, let me go ahead and take these and put them in the fridge." Peter comes up from behind you and takes the ice chest from you before taking the other from Stiles. As he passes you, he winks and you chuckle as he heads for the kitchen.

Stiles grumbles and follows after the werewolf, and Lydia sidles up to your side. "You sure you're okay?"

"Yeah. I'm perfectly happy with my decision."

"Good. He was a slob anyway. You could do so much better." You snort and nudge her with your shoulder. "I'm serious," she muses quietly. "And now that everyone here knows you're single, Peter will not leave you alone tonight."

You groan. "Not this again. Peter is.. Peter. You're reaching, Lyds."

"I'm really not, but if you wish to remain oblivious then please be my guest."

"Thank you."

Isaac soon returns with Scott and Malia in tow.

"Who gets what?" Isaac asks.

"Lydia and Malia get the rum-filled chocolates, plus the gift cards to Starbucks."

Malia's eyes subtly widen. "You got me something?"

"Duh. You're Pack, silly."

Malia, the one member of the Pack who rarely let her guard down even after you were let in on the big secret, flashes you a small grin. Lydia passes her, her gifts and she eagerly opens the box of chocolates to snack on.

"Peter and Derek get the bourbon bottles, plus the big wrapped rectangles. And you, Scott, and Stiles get the rest of the bourbon bottles, plus the rest of the gift cards to Starbucks as well. Enjoy!"

Seeing as Isaac had passed Derek the two large wrapped gifts, plus two bags that hold a bottle of bourbon each, you excuse yourself from everyone as you follow after Derek who has gone to seek his Uncle. "Hey, Hale, wait up." He waits for you and smiles when you sidle up to his side. "I, uh, I kind of want to be there when you and Peter open your gifts. They're kind of.. personal and I'm not sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing. I mean, to me it would seem like a good thing, but you never know."

"Y/N?" Derek muses, smirking. "You're babbling."

"I'm sorry. I'm just.. really excited. I hope you like your gifts."

In the kitchen, Peter is leaning against the counter with two empty jello containers beside him and a smug smile plastered across his face. "I haven't gotten a gift in a long while. I'm pleased you thought of me."

"Well with the way you wear those v-necks it's kind of hard not to think of you," you mumble. Derek snorts and you tense, red blossoming across your cheekbones. Glancing at the younger werewolf, you elbow him. "Just shut up and give Peter his gift so you can open them together."

Derek does as he's told before setting their liquor aside and together they rip the wrapping paper off the front. You hold your breath as the two Hale's blink down at the portraits in hand and your heart starts to pick up speed the longer they remain quiet.

But when Derek meets your gaze and you see the tears swimming there, and the faint smile curling his lips, you sigh in relief. "Where did you find this picture?"

You shrug. "As you know, I flew across country to spend Christmas with my grandparents. Apparently before they moved, they were really good friends with your grandparents. Nana was going down memory lane and I found that picture of your family in a box. Immediately I had it taken to the store and blown up so you could hang it somewhere or whatever."

"I remember this day," Peter suddenly murmurs. "We were celebrating Laura's eighth birthday and since we can't look at a camera head on, your Nana went around snapping candids so our eyes wouldn't flare." He finally glances up and your throat tightens up as you witness the once psychotic werewolf with a teary gaze of his own. "Thank you."

"It was no problem."

Derek's the first to move, he wrapping you in a one-armed hug as he kisses your temple. "Really, thank you. You don't know how much this means to me. I don't have any photos of them."

Your bottom lip trembles as you glance up at him. "You're welcome, Der. Now go hang it somewhere before you make me cry." He chuckles deeply before leaving and before you can even exhale, Peter's embracing you tightly. Barely managing to move your arms, you wrap your arms around his waist. "Seriously, you guys are going to make me cry," you chuckle wetly.

Peter's chest rumbles and you inhale sharply as he rubs his cheek to the opposite temple that Derek hadn't touched. The Hales.. they're scent marking you. "You truly have no idea how much this means to us, do you?"

"Uhh.. umm," you gulp. "I might have an idea."

Peter chuckles as he pulls away, he smiling softly down at you. "You truly are a magnificent woman."

Your eyes widen since your tongue seems to fail you, and his smile transforms into a smirk the longer you remain quiet.

"Ahem. I'm not interrupting, am I?"

Glancing towards the kitchen door, Lydia is smiling far too innocently.

"Not at all, Miss Martin. I was merely thanking Y/N for her gift." Peter gently caresses your jawline with his fingers before he really steps away, he then grabbing his portrait and leaving the room.

"He totally wants to bone you."

"Lydia!"

"I second that," Stiles says, leaning around the corner. "And if his gift is the same as Derek's, he's going to wanna bone you ten times worse. Or woo you. Either or, you're in for some major wolfy hanky-panky courtesy of Peter Hale."

You groan as Lydia chokes on a laugh. "I hate you both. Go away."

"Whatever you say, Y/N," Lydia teases you. "But don't act so shocked when Peter steals a kiss at midnight and you wind up in his bed."

Stiles snickers as you stomp passed them, exiting the kitchen. "Scott!" You bellow. "Lydia and Stiles are being assholes."

But instead of Scott taking your side, you find him sheepishly smiling. "Well, they're not wrong. Have you really not noticed how much nicer he is to you?” You start to glare at the Alpha, but only end up gaping as he continues talking. “Why do you think you two are always paired up? He's much more agreeable when you're around."

"I- but- what?" Scott nervously chuckles and you exhale loudly. "Not you too! That's it. I'm going to stick to Malia's side. At lease I won't have to hear about boning from her." As you glance at Malia, the girl in question raises an eyebrow in response. But when she goes to retort, you point at her threateningly. "Not a word, Tate. Not. A. Word."

The pack all laugh as you plop down in a vacated sofa chair, you then making yourself as small as possible when Peter returns to the room. With the clothing he wears and how it shows off every rippling muscle on his werewolf body, you know you're completely fucked. Especially when he steals a glance at you as he sits across the room, his gaze darting up and down as his expression turns thoughtful. You shift in your seat and he slowly smirks.

Yep. Utterly and totally fucked.

Despite all the alcohol floating around, you only partake in a few jello shots and nurse a couple of mixed drinks. The party is later taken to the rooftop and you immediately make a beeline to the small portable chimney that has a lit fire on the inside for the humans to keep warm.

You watch as Stiles and Isaac duel with Roman Candles, ducking out of the way every now and then when they flail with the fireworks still in hand. Malia and Scott soon pair off, followed by Lydia and Deputy Parrish when he finally arrives. Derek eventually focuses on keeping an eye on Stiles and Isaac to make sure neither of them fall off the roof, and you remain huddled by the fire.

Someone sits next to you and you immediately cuddle into the warm body when their arm is wrapped around your shoulders. "Whatcha up to, Peter? Not having fun with the other puppies?"

"I'm right where I want to be."

"Mmm. Is that so?"

"Yes." Peter smirks as he keeps his eyes on the dancing fire and you huff in response. "I didn't say it earlier," he then murmurs, "but I am sorry about the failure of your relationship."

Snorting, you shake your head where it lays on his shoulder. "No you're not. Everyone hated James. Especially you. You'd taken to snarling when he did something you didn't particularly care for."

"Well he was a bum, darling. You worked your pretty little ass off to make ends meet and what did James do? He sat on your couch and played video games."

"And that's the exact reason why we broke up a couple weeks ago."

"Weeks?"

"Mhm. It was pretty ugly," you admit. "I'm surprised Stiles didn't find out and tell the pack since I had to call in the Sheriff."

Peter growls. "Did he hurt you?"

"No. He just shouted and threatened, and then tried to make off with items that didn't belong to him. Stilinski set him straight and kicked him out of my apartment for me. I was kind of embarrassed about it all, but I got over it. I just needed to find my groove again."

"And now you're here getting trashed with the puppies."

Chuckling, you nudge Peter. "Am not. I'm totally in control of all my.. whatever. I'm just cold and sleepy and waiting until we can all go inside. I totally plan on bribing you out of the guest bedroom so I have some place to sleep tonight."

"Sweetheart, if you want to share my bed-"

"No."

You and Peter both laugh at the quickness of your answer, and soon enough the both of you then fall quiet. The Pack rowdily start a countdown and Peter pulls you up as he leads you over to the ledge of the building. Stiles and Scott are a little too cheerful with their countdown, and you smile as Malia manhandles her boyfriend into paying attention to her when they near one.

Fireworks sound off in the distance as midnight strikes, the sky lighting up in various colors and sparkles. Closing your eyes, you inhale and then exhale deeply as the year starts anew.

"Y/N?"

"Hmm.." You glance up at Peter and your breath catches when you see the heat in his eyes as he stares at you.

"Happy New Year."

"Happy-" The rest of your words are cut off as Peter presses his lips to yours. Momentarily frozen, you're then brought out of your stupor when his hands gently cradle your face.

Despite the hardness of Peter's body and his reputation within the Pack, he's gentle with you. Your eyes then close as you finally return his kiss, your fingers hooking into the belt loops of his jeans as you lose yourself in him when he boldly deepens the kiss.

"I KNEW IT!"

You jerk back in surprise just as you had taken Peter's bottom lip between your teeth and he growls as his own tongue soothes the sting you’d left behind. But knowing Peter, the growl is more for the interruption rather than the maybe painful nip.

"..what?" You mumble, glancing around until your attention lands on the one person paying you any attention.

"I told you Peter had a thing for you and you didn't believe me," Lydia muses.

Sighing, you roll your eyes. But before you can blurt some excuse, the knowing look in Lydia's eyes and the way Peter is practically purring has you realizing the truth. Utterly and totally fucked indeed.

"Well?" Lydia then grins. "Are you going to keep denying it?"

"Nah. I rather spend my time riding this werewolf's dick than making excuses and sleeping alone." You bluntly state while gesturing to Peter.

Lydia cackles and Peter somehow ends up behind you, his hands gripping your hips as he tugs you back into his body. With his mouth near your ear, you shiver as he says, "Promises, promises."

And feeling more bold than you have had ever felt in your life, you press back into his groin while smugly grinning over your shoulder. "What do you say we start off this new year with a bang, Hale?"

"I'd say it's about damn time. Lets get out of here."

HAPPY NEW YEAR, GUYS!

[daisyxbuckley]

Only Human//Mitch Rapp Series

A/N: WHOOT Last part of this series. There will be another but DAMN it felt good to finish this one lol. I am so happy for everyone who encouraged me to write and post this. I’m glad that everyone has liked it so far! 

Description: Ophelia Lane has a past that most CIA operatives would hate to have. The 25 year old is sent back to The Barn to help Stan train the new batch of recruits, including one that is hell bent on getting revenge. Can she keep it together or will a secret that is hidden under the surface come back and haunt her?

@cxddlyash @xceafh @stiles-o-dylan24 @dylan-obrien-fanblog @n0rdicstar

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Ronnie’s body dropped to the floor and Ophelia followed right after. The adrenaline from everything that had been going on was almost gone, and she felt weaker than ever from the blood loss. Mitch quickly scrambled up and ran over to her, catching her in his arms before she hit the ground. Ophelia curled into him as he gently lowered her to the floor, her fists balling his shirt up as she clung to him out of exhaustion and fear. 

“Hey..hey look at me O.” Mitch said quietly looking down at her and moving some of her hair out of her face. Even after everything she had been through he still thought she was the most beautiful thing. “Hey come on..we have to get out of here.” 

“Mitch, you need to go.” Ophelia whispered. Talking took too much out of her and all she wanted to do was go to sleep. “He had someone take the bomb...he's going to the harbor to set it off.” Mitch looked down her torso trying to get rid of some of the blood, finally seeing the stab wound in her side. She put her hand over his as he tried to staunch the blood flow and looked up at him. “Please...you need to go finish what needs to be done.” 

“Ophelia you are out of your fucking mind if you think i’m leaving you alone.” Mitch said moving his hand back up and cupping her face. Her hair was falling everywhere and he moved it again before bringing her closer. “You need to get help O, i’m not leaving you alone.” 

“Yes you are boy.” A voice made Mitch look up and he visibly relaxed when he saw Stan come in the room with two more agents. “You have a job to do. I’ll take her from here.” He said looking down at his daughter. Ophelia’s eyes had closed but she was smiling at the voice signaling that her father had arrived. Mitch looked back down at Ophelia and pressed a kiss to her forehead. 

“You better be alive when I get back..you hear me?” He whispered in her ear. Ophelia let out a small laugh before he pulled her closer and kissed her head again. Handing her off to Stan, he took off after the bomb. 

Ophelia watched him as he left before turning to her dad. “You know..I should be mad at you.” She said weakly as one of the agents started working on her. “Yeah I know sweetheart. But that’s a fight for another time.” Stan said squeezing her hand as the agent worked. 

“Good news is she is going to live. The blood loss was a lot but as long as we get her to the hospital she should be okay.” The male agent looked at both Ophelia and Stan while patching her up. “He missed major arteries..but if we didn’t get here to help then you would have died.” 

Laughing slightly, Ophelia let her dad help her up. “Well good thing he was always way to cocky. He figured I would die before you guys got here.” She said looking over at the body of her now dead husband. She felt nothing and if she was in the position that she was in, then she would of done it again. Looking down she realized that she was still in her bra and a blush grew in her cheeks. 

“Uh dad..can I have a shirt?” She asked quietly. Stan looked at her and realized before looking at the agents. 

“Tanner, you have a tank top under your shirt right?” He barked. Tanner looked over at Stan with an odd look and nodded. “Good, take off your shirt and give it to Ophelia.” When Agent Tanner realized what was happening he snapped to it. 

“Here you go Ophelia.” He said. She smiled a thanks as she gently slid the Henley over her head. Looking at her dad she sighed.

“We need to go help him.” She said as she tried to get him to walk. “Uh no. You’re not going anywhere except the hospital.” Stan said looking at his daughter and motioning for Tanner to come get her. 

“Dad he needs me there.” Ophelia yelled, the anxiety in her voice showing. She couldn’t lose him, the girl didn’t think she would survive it. 

“No, he needs you alive. I will go get him.” He said pressing a kiss on her forehead. “Tanner straight to the hospital or I will shoot you in the head myself.” 

Ophelia hung on to Agent Tanner as she watched the other important man in her life run into danger. 

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Mitch ran as fast as he could through the tunnel. His mind was on the mission but he was still worried about Ophelia and if she was alive or not. He took the maze like tunnel all the way through till the end where it came out to the harbor. Noticing a boat on the dock that was getting ready to leave he realized that had to of been the one he was looking for. Taking off after it, he saw that the goon in the boat noticed him coming and raced to take off. Mitch got to the end of the dock, he jumped onto the roof of another boat before leaping through the air. Catching the end of the speedboat Mitch pulled himself up and made his way over to the other man. 

Mitch reached the taller man right as he realized that Mitch was there. The boat careened harshly as they fought each other, trying to maintain dominance. Mitch launched forward at the man securing his arms around his waist, feeling a gun. Grabbing it and stepping back Mitch shot the other man in between the eyes and watched as he fell overboard. Running to where the bomb was he noticed that he had about 5 minutes left on it before it went off, but they were still too close to land. 

Pushing the lever, Mitch felt the boat start to speed up. The further he got out into the bay the better. Hearing something over the radio Mitch looked down realizing it was Stan. 

“Rapp..Rapp you better pick up the fucking walkie. I can see you.” Stan yelled over the radio. Mitch smiled picking it up and bringing it to his lips. 

“Good to hear your voice sir.” He said with a small laugh. 

“Rapp drop that bomb overboard and we are going to get you the hell out of there.” 

“Sir I can’t do that. I’m not far enough out yet.” Mitch said shaking his head wondering what the hell Stan was getting at. 

“Damnit Rapp. You have all of First Fleet pointing their guns at you. They are going to blow you sky high so drop the fucking bomb in the water and we will come get you.” Stan yelled. Mitch dropped the radio and ran over to the bomb seeing it had about a minute left. Dropping it over, he looked up as the helicopter appeared above him. Noticing the hook that was coming down Mitch grabbed it and wrapped it around him and pulled for them to lift him up. 

Stan reached his hands out and grabbed Mitch by the shirt hauling him into the seat. Mitch looked over at him and strapped his seat belt on as Stan moved his hand to tell the pilot to get out of there. Looking down it was like watching everything in slow motion. The bomb went off and at first it looked like it wouldn’t do anything ...then the cyclone started. It created a hole in the water that started swallowing everything in its path. The waves that came through looked high enough that they could reach the helicopter. The force of the bomb going off started destroying the ships around the, but Mitch noticed that thankfully none of them had tipped over yet. 

The helicopter started having alarms go off and the pilots fought to gain control of it. Mitch held onto the rope inside as he closed his eyes waiting for all of it to pass. Then as soon as it started..it stopped. Opening his eyes Mitch realized that they were still airborne and that it looked like the ships suffered minimal damage. Looking over at Stan he had to laugh at the look on the man’s face. 

“You shouldn’t of come after me.” Mitch yelled over to him. Stan shook his head before looking out the side of the aircraft. 

“Have you met my daughter? She can hold a grudge and I already have to spend a lifetime making up to her about everything that happened. I didn’t wanna add not saving you to that.” Stan said trying not to crack a smile. As much as he voiced his disdain for him, Mitch had grown on Stan. 

Mitch looked back out over the water before looking back and noticing Stan handing the headset he was wearing to him. “It’s Irene.” 

“Mitch..are you okay?” Irene asked him as he put the headset on. Laughing Mitch looked at Stan and shook his head, wiping some of the blood off his face. 

“Oh yeah. I’m great.” 

“You saved a lot of people today.” Irene said quietly. “Someone will be waiting for you when you land.” She said before she cut the signal. Mitch handed the headset back to Stan with a confused look as the helicopter started to descend. It was then that he looked down and realized what she meant. 

Ophelia was standing there with her hand shielding her eyes looking up. The wind was whipping her hair around and she had a hard look on her face as she leaned up against one of the agents that came to save her with her dad. She was still barefoot and had refused to go to the hospital until she knew Mitch was safe.

Mitch didn’t even wait for the aircraft to touch down before he had jumped out the side and ran towards her. He saw the smile on her face that was wide just for him. The smile that lit his entire life up from the moment she shot it his way.  The smile that he thought he wouldn’t see again. Reaching her, Mitch grabbed her in his arms and pulled her close, He could feel her hands wrap around him and tangle in his shit as his wound around her and squeezed gently. Planting kisses on top of her head they finally pulled back. 

“You ever do anything like that again, and I’ll kill you myself.” She whispered, tears falling from her eyes as a small smile played on her lips. 

“Hey, you told me to go. I had to save the world babe.” Mitch replied as he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. Stan had appeared behind them glaring at Agent Tanner who was holding his hands up. 

“Tanner, I said straight to the hospital.” Stan growled. 

“Sir you may be scary, but Ophelia is worse.” Tanner said looking at her and Mitch wondered what she could of done. Shaking his head he pulled Ophelia closer and started walking towards the car. 

“Come on crazy girl. Let’s get you patched up.” 

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1 month later

Mitch looked out at the sunset that was spreading vibrant colors across the Dubai sky. The beach chair he sat on had a perfect view of the vast water that expanded in front of him. He was able to keep tabs on everyone that was either in the water or on the beach. 

He was able to keep tabs on her. 

Ophelia stood out in the water about waist deep, her camera pointed up as she took pictures of the brilliant reds, oranges and pinks that littered the sunset. Every time she brought the camera down to look at the picture the diamond ring on her hand glittered. They had decided to take a break after the last mission ...well Ophelia did. She knew that Mitch was here undercover, hence the ring that was on her finger to go with their married cover. Mitch continued to watch her as she did one of the things that she loved to do. The blue bathing suit curved to her figure, her brunette hair falling down her back as she turned and shot a smile at him over her shoulder. 

That smile. It made his heart stop every time that he saw it. 

Looking down at his hand, he stared at the picture that he had of him and Katrina that day at the beach. The last picture he had of her. Ophelia knew about it and she understood why he kept it. And he was thankful enough that it didn’t bug her. Getting up he put it back in his wallet and threw that back in his bag before heading out to the water where Ophelia was. Wrapping his arms around her waist, she kissed her neck and shoulder as she leaned into him. 

“We need to start heading in.” He whispered. Since the day she got captured he didn’t let her leave his sight. He stayed at the hospital while she was there for a week and when they got back to the states, he stayed at her apartment with her. The only time they were apart was when he went and told Irene they were taking a vacation somewhere. 

“It’s beautiful huh?” Ophelia asked looking up at him. She knew that this had been the first time he had been on an actual beach since the accident, that thought didn’t escape her but she was also glad that he was willing to come down here with her so she could relax. Mitch ran his hand over the scar on her side and she sighed. “Let’s go. You have a job to do” She said grabbing his hand and leading him out of the water. 

A whole other continent away, Stan Hurley was sitting in a chair in Irene’s office. She hadn’t appeared yet and he bussied himself with reading the report that both Rapp and Ophelia had sent in to him. Hearing the door open, he looked up and saw Irene who had a worried look on her face. 

“Have you spoken to Ophelia or Mitch lately?” Irene asked sitting down. 

“Do I look like i’m there keeper? Ophelia said that they were going on vacation and I left it at that.” Stan grumbled. In reality he wasn’t too happy on having his daughter be too far away from him but she assured him that with Mitch there she would be fine. 

“Well neither of them have been checking in and it's worrying me. If they were on vacation you would think one of them would have told us where they were going.” Irene said folding her hands in front of her. “Ophelia gave me a fake itinerary. They aren’t in Hawaii like she told us.” 

Stans head shot up at that. He figured that his daughter was drinking Mai Tais on the beach in Oahu right now. “So then where the fuck are they?” He asked a little too loudly. Reaching for his phone, the news on the tv finally caught their attention. 

“It looks like General Rostami is a favor to win the elections.” The news reporter said on the screen with a blank face. It flashed to a video of Rostami making a speech to a cheering crowd. 

“And he didn’t even have to blow up a country to do it.” Stan muttered as he pulled out his phone to call Ophelia. When it went straight to voicemail his eyes narrowed. 

“Stan..look.” Irene said as she turned the news up. 

“General Rostami will be in Dubai today to give one of his famous speeches.” The reporter continued. Irene and Stan looked at each other for a second before reaching for their respective phones. 

Dubai: Same Time

“I’ll see you in the room.” Mitch said placing a kiss on Ophelia’s lips. She nodded and cupped her hand to his cheek before starting towards the elevator. He watched her walk away and waited till she was safely inside before he started towards the one that he needed to be in. 

General Rostami entered the elevator a few minutes after Mitch rode it up and down once. When the stout man stepped in, he and his bodyguards gave Mitch a once over as he smiled at them politely. As they turned around and the doors closed Mitch’s  face changed. 

The ride would not end well for the General.