#but had to get up to piss again and i nearly fell asleep on the loo (bad)

[notjustjavierpena]

All Roads Lead To Someone

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A/N: Don’t blame me for suddenly getting into domestic Javier Peña after watching how sad he was about not having a family in S3E01. Enjoy fluff and smut!

Summary: You take a pregnancy test at four in the morning after not being able to sleep. Javier has never found you more sexy than right now, and he tells you to check on the kids and meet him in the bedroom after.

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader (no y/n)

Tags: +18 Smut (MDNI!), established relationship, pregnancy, breeding kink, family life, unprotected sex, p in v sex, fingering, humping, creampie, dirty talk, fluff, domestic javier is sexy and charming, so much love, banter!!!

Word count: 3.7k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48019288

All Roads Lead To Someone

It was late, in fact in the middle of the night, when you found yourself staring down at a pink and white stick with a very positive result of two red lines. You picked it up from the bathroom sink to examine it further, just to be certain that it wasn’t your mind playing tricks on you. Nope, it was positive alright.

You leaned back a little to spy on Javier in your shared bed, but he didn’t seem to be awake, lying flat on his stomach and sprawled out on the bed like an octopus.

You closed the lid of the toilet and sat down, twirled the pregnancy test in your hands, forgetting briefly that it was stained with your pee as the result had your head spinning in different directions. It would be your third child, and so soon after your second, but the worries that popped into your mind were more practical than anything. And they didn’t contain any scenario where you weren’t supposed to have the baby. Would you be able to afford it? Would your house be big enough? Was three one too many when you were only two parents? 

“Hey,” Javier suddenly said at the door, leaning against the frame with his shoulder.

You jumped in surprise, nearly dropping the pee-stick onto the bathroom floor. When you realized who it was, you relaxed again, “Hey.”

“What are you doing up so late?” Javier was untying the string of his pajama pants, probably only having been woken up by his bladder. He yawned and scratched just above the hem of his bottoms.

You showed him the pregnancy test without hesitation, holding it out for him without a word. The two lines were there, no doubt about it. The cutesy surprise announcements were fun the first two times, but you weren’t actually actively trying for more kids, so the mood was different. Not bad, not off, just different, more practical than fun.

Javier took the test, looked at it for a few seconds before his brows nearly rose into his hair, “You’re pregnant?”

“You fell asleep before I did, and I lay awake until I pulled myself together to go piss on a stick in the middle of the night. You know I was late, I told you last week…,” you got up from the seat of the toilet to wash your hands with a generous amount of soap. You weren’t sure if your mind had wrapped around your reality yet. 

Javier quickly placed the test on the lid of the toilet before coming up behind you, looking at you through the mirror and being just about to wrap his strong arms around you. You cleared your throat.

“Pee fingers,” you noted. 

“Oh shit, right,” he laughed quietly under his breath, and you took a step to the side so that he could wash his hands with, unlike you, a normal amount of soap, “I feel like we’ve been careful…”

“Bullshit,” it was your turn to laugh now, “I don’t even think we have condoms in the house right now.”

“Doesn’t mean that we haven’t been careful,” he wiped his hands on the towel on the side of the sink, then turned around to face you, “I don’t… come inside.”

“The pullout-method? Really?” You rolled your eyes, but Javier just looked like someone who wanted to kiss you even more after that, “I bet you wanted to knock me up. Peña.”

“So I’m building a soccer team, and so what?” Javier finally got permission to kiss you slowly in the dim bathroom light. He rested his hands on your hips, grabbing a little at the skin there. You always reminded him that you had had two kids; that you weren’t all that anymore, but he tugged a little at the softness of you and hummed. It was his favorite thing, “Fuck, you are so hot.”

“It’s four in the morning,” you reminded him after a few more seconds of kissing him, cupping his face to look him in the eye as you tutted, “And you needed to piss, old man.” 

“Check on the kids and meet me in bed after?” He looked at you questioningly, giving you his best puppy dog eyes. You could never resist, and especially not now when he beamed at you afterwards.

“Throw the pee stick out too. I’ll meet you in bed in five,” you patted his cheek, then stepped away from him, but you were pulled right back into his arms. You squeaked and giggled as he kissed your neck and said your full name out loud. 

“What?” You wrapped your arms around his neck and shoulders as he held you in return, but he created some space between you, so he could look down and carefully place a hand on your stomach that still kept the secret between the two of you. 

“You’re giving me a baby, huh, momma?” Javier looked up from where he had placed his hand, a boyish look on his face. You didn’t think you could be more in love. 

“Only because you make such a fine baby daddy,” you noted with a grin, feeling something stir in the pits of your stomach and butterflies going off between your legs. 

“Go,” he stepped away from you, smacking your behind as you left the bathroom and earning a playful glare. 

You walked out into the dark hallway, surrounded by domesticity in the form of a house that had become a home. It still felt comforting in the middle of the night, and at this point you didn’t even need the lights on to look at the various photos hanging on the wall. You knew each one like the back of your hand, and didn't need to have them illuminated to shape out the smiling faces of your husband and kids. And if you forgot for some silly reason, all you had to do was close your eyes to see the images on your lids. This happiness was forever engrained. 

You tiptoed to the first door on the left, cracking it open to peek inside without waking up your son, Lucas. The 6-year-old was sleeping soundly in his bed with the covers draped around him like you had arranged them earlier. His calmness came from you but his looks resembled those of his father; big brown eyes and messy brown hair. Javier had once put his aviator glasses on him during a summer trip and you had gasped out loud at the resemblance, pregnant and hormonal, until you had teared up. It had felt embarrassing then but now, it was a story that you happily told friends and family about whenever they spoke about the children growing up so fast.

He’ll be just like his father. 

You hoped for something more tamable.

You made a mental note of tidying up in there before closing the door carefully so as to not disturb your sleeping child. The room was overflowing with dinosaurs in various pieces of clothing and race tracks, an occasional stray toy from Lucas’ sister’s toy collection disrupting the scene of a velociraptor riding a miniature Mercedes-Benz. 

How on Earth had time gone by so fast? Sweet nothings turning into love turning into marriage and two, soon three, kids. 

Continuing down the hall to the next room, you narrowed your eyes at the slight noise coming from Inés’ room. She wasn’t asleep that was for certain. 

You knocked once, giving your daughter the chance to scurry back into bed at the threat of being caught red handed by her mother, but when you finally stuck your head inside, she was still playing on the carpet. 

“Inés Peña,” you said without a hint of anger. You flicked the switch on the wall beside the door, “And why aren’t you in bed? It’s early in the morning, baby.”

The 3-year-old’s eyes snapped to yours. She looked exhausted from having ruined her own sleeping pattern, but it didn’t keep her from playing with the dinosaur figure that she had nicked from her older brother. Seemed like their thieving canceled each other out. 

“I just wanted to play,” she reasoned, knowing that she was in trouble with how she got up from the floor. 

“But you look so tired, baby,” you reasoned back, leaning down to pick her up. She automatically stretched out her arms as you scooped her up from the floor, pressing a kiss to her head. You got a better look at her as she sat on your arm, making you raise a brow and speak again, mostly to yourself, “Absolutely exhausted actually.”

Inés didn’t say much else, just rested her little exhausted head on your shoulder as you walked towards her bed. You instinctively felt her forehead but there was no indication of a fever, “There’s time to play tomorrow, sweetie.”

Inés shook her head, “I want to play now.”

So, this wasn’t a case of being stubborn or ill, you thought. This was about her missing out on what would happen if she went to sleep. God, her nature was like her father’s a little too much. 

“Big girls need their rest, so they can grow taller and stronger than their big brother,” you said as you placed her onto her tiny bed, pulling the covers up over her tiny frame. You ran a hand over her hair which was the same color as yours. 

Inés’ eyes were already fluttering closed. You watched her turn onto her side, back facing you with the purpose of getting you to cuddle her. You reached to run your hand up and down her back, using only a tiny bit of your nails to scratch. Her breathing soon slowed down whilst you drew hearts with your index finger. 

Suddenly, the lights turned off above the two of you. You looked back towards the door, finding Javier standing in the doorway and leaning against the frame with his shoulder. 

“Shhh,” you whispered, “She just fell asleep. I think she forces herself to stay up and play.”

“You surpassed the five minutes, so I went looking for you,” he whispered back at you, crossing the room to crouch down beside you. You looked at him questioningly. He adjusted Inés’ covers to keep his hands busy, “Don’t worry, momma. Mini-Me didn’t wake up when I went to see if you were in his room.”

You smiled at how well he knew you, then leaned in to kiss him lovingly, leaving him wanting more, before getting up. You watched your step as you walked towards the door, avoiding the raptor dressed in pink, holding out your hand for Javier to take.

As you closed the door behind the both of you, Javier wrapped his arms around you. He kissed you against the wall, moving you around a little so as to not knock one of the picture frames down the wall. 

“They’ll hear us,” you giggled into his mouth, hooking your hands together on the back of his neck and pulling him harder against your mouth until you needed to breathe again. You wanted him badly, but you didn’t want kids roaming around the house so early in the morning, “Please, take me to bed before we get carried away.”

“You’re just such a knockout, mi amor,” he whispered, hand already slipping into your pajama shorts. You grabbed his wrist and he tutted as you pulled it away from its acts of indecencies, “Fine. I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Let’s take this to bed whilst I’m still sane enough to do it in a proper place,” you dragged him along by his wrist, occasionally planting another kiss on his lips that you didn’t allow to escalate. 

“Oh,” Javier caught on as you entered the bedroom again. He locked the door to be safe, “Fuck, how far along would you be now?”

“Not anywhere near the end of my second trimester, pervert,” you teased, pulling at the strings of his pajama bottoms, “No pregnancy libido yet.”

“If I recall correctly, you were the perverted one,” he retorted, yanking his bottoms down and stepping out of them on his way to the bed. He plopped down, “I thought you were gonna give me rug burn in the end. It’s a miracle I am alive, and that our neighbors didn’t catch us just once.”

“Your dad did though,” you shimmied out of your shorts, matching top following right after, then crawled onto the bed to straddle your husband.

Javier grimaced, but still ran his hands up and down your thighs, “Boner killer. Stop talking about that.” 

“Sorry,” you leaned down over him to kiss him, but he was busy. His eyes briefly fell on your breasts, and you knew he was thinking about how full they would become soon. You rolled your eyes at the feel of his length poking into your hip. Putting a finger underneath his chin made you able to tilt his head upwards again, “My eyes are up here, babe.”

“You’re so fucking pretty, momma,” Javier’s hands rested on your bare thighs, gripping at the soft flesh like he had done earlier in the bathroom. You kissed him longingly, feeling his hands slide up the globes of your ass before settling at the small of your back, “Are you wet for me?”

“You have no idea,” you sat up in his lap to let him admire your breasts again, but also to guide one of his hands between your legs, “Feel.”

Javier swore under his breath, turning his palm upward to sink two fingers between your folds and inside of your cunt. You let out a shaky breath as he slowly opened you up with his thick fingers, feeling the soreness from how he had been between your thighs earlier last night. No wonder you were pregnant. 

He then nudged your g-spot without much effort, knowing you too well in bed as well, “Gotta get the blood flowing, you know I love you all dazed and confused on my dick, amor.”

You nodded with a soft moan, starting to roll your hips and fucking yourself onto his hand. This angle was always a winner, making you able to thrust your swollen clit against the heel of his hand whilst feeling the pressure of his fingers inside of you. It wouldn’t take long with how he tensed up his calloused palm, holding his wrist steady to let you use it. 

Your orgasm came a moment later, rippling through your core and causing your walls to pull at Javier’s fingers. He watched you from below, and you did all in your power to keep quiet; bit your lip harshly and whimpered through your teeth as you rode out your high.

Javier’s eyes on you were like fire, cock twitching underneath you in interest of making him feel the same too. You found his fiery stare with your own as you came down from your high, staring down into them as you panted. You sported a stunned expression but only until you burst into post-orgasmic giggles. You lifted off his hand, let yourself fall down onto your back beside him. 

“Fuck, I can’t believe how hard you make me come,” you moaned with a breathless laugh, reaching down to cup a hand over your mound and hissing a little. Javier rolled onto his side with a proud smile, lifting his chin as were he trying to show off to someone else in the room. 

“I’ve had some years to practice.”

“No, you’ve always been good at this,” you reassured, lazily rubbing your clit and feeling slick drip out of you at the clench that you provoked. You sighed softly but looked mischievously at him, “You think I married you for your dashing beauty and incredible personality? Please.”

“Oh, you did not just say that,” Javier moved quickly. He was on top of you and between your legs before you could protest, tickling you with one hand and holding the other over your mouth as you started squeaking with laughter. 

“Sorry! I love you. Javi!!” You said in a muffled voice, but he just continued until you were choking on your own breath, hiccupping and squirming underneath him. You weren’t doing the best job at being silent for the sake of privacy but Javier joined in as you suddenly bucked your hips up into him. 

“Fuck,” he swore loudly and removed his hand without thinking. 

“Need you,” you whispered, spreading your legs open underneath him, “Now, please, Javi.”

“You want a pillow?” 

“Yes.”

You lifted your hips as Javier took his own pillow from his side of the bed, pushing it underneath you until you could lower yourself onto it. You loved his gentleness in bed, his affection and warmth that never faltered despite how rough he was with you. 

“Have I ever told you that I have a massive crush on you?” You asked in a serious manner. 

“Whew. Thank God,” Javier laughed quietly and he absentmindedly ran his big palm over the part of your stomach that was just below your belly button. You could see the cogs turn, that he was taking in the thought of becoming a father of three as he spoke, “I think you might have mentioned it in your vows, but I’m glad you meant it… I was starting to wonder.”

“How did I become so lucky?” You asked but it was only you talking to yourself. 

“Hm?” 

“How did I get a man like you?” You continued musing, watched hungrily as he took his cock in his hand, stroking himself a few times and ran the head through your folds to coat himself in your arousal. Your breath hitched in your throat.

“Well, you were wearing a blue sundress with straps that had cute bows on them,” he replied, then pushed the tip against your slit and started bottoming out. 

“Thank heavens for that dress,” you whimpered at the breach by his generous length. It felt ridiculous to say how much you meant that statement, because if that was what had caught the old dog’s attention and, God forbid, you had worn something else that day… You would have never said hello and you would never have had a man that made you feel like someone was running around inside your chest every time he laughed or said your name.

“I’ve got you, momma,” he responded to your whimper. He didn’t have to tell you; you knew that he did indeed have you, always would. You wrapped your arms around him, nodding into the crook of his neck. 

Javier breathed out a whew, adjusting to being encased by your heat and then pulling back just a little only to ease back in. He was hardly removing his cock from you, and it made him go deeper than he normally would in the beginning. Your hips angled, determined to take him in further. 

“You feel so good, I don’t think I can hold back like this for long,” he told you as he set up a rhythm that had you both panting in each other’s embrace. You could feel his hot chest rub against your breasts as he rocked into you, making your nipple harden when they were stimulated into peaks. You dug your nails into the muscles of his shoulders, lifted your legs to lock your ankles around the small off his back. 

“You don’t have to hold back,” you moaned into his flesh, biting down to muffle a particularly high-pitched groan from the back of your throat as his pelvis found your clit, “We don’t have to be careful, remember? I need you to come in me. Don’t— Jesus, don’t pull out.”

“Shit—“ Javier’s hips faltered for a moment, but he came back with a bit more force, “Can’t say shit like that, baby. We are going to have that football team eventually if you love getting pumped full of come.” 

“I mean it,” you slid your hands into his hair to pull him in for a kiss. You could tell that he was getting closer incredibly fast after the realization had hit him, because his breathing was ragged and his thrusts were getting more forceful. 

You threw your head back as his pubic bone moved against your mound, adding further pressure to your clit and building up your second high. You clawed at him as you felt your orgasm approaching rapidly, muscles around your womb clenching but somehow you still managed to half-whisper, “Fuck, I’m gonna- hah, baby, oh fuck—“

“Come on, make me give it to you, baby, you know it fucking works with how easily I knock your pretty pussy up,” he placed a hand over your mouth like before. 

You came hard again, eyes rolling back into your skull as you could only breathe frantically through your nose. You clenched around his length rhythmically, pulling his own orgasm from him and putting on a show to show him just how much you’d needed to feel him coat your insides.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he muttered through gritted teeth, seating himself inside of you and filling you to the brim. He stretched up a little, making your legs fall down to the sides again, and looked down at where you were connected with a string of quiet profanities leaving him. He grabbed the base of his cock after getting a proper look, then pulled out and made you whimper. Only then, he finally dared to remove his hand from your mouth.

You gasped for a proper mouthful of air, then followed his gaze down between your legs and curled your toes at the sight. You were red and puffy from being so spent, obscenely dripping with his seed. Desperately in need of a shower.

“What time is it?” You asked as you leaned back again, breath still ragged. Dazed and confused was probably the most accurate description that Javier had ever used.

Javier snapped out of his trance that was nothing but you. He looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand, “Few minutes to five. Might as well get up and shower for work.”

“I’m not getting up until I absolutely have to,” you mumbled as your tiredness began to creep up on you, not daring to close your legs just yet from how sensitive you still were. 

“Let me get you a cool rag,” he insisted and you just nodded, “And then you can sleep. I’ll take the kids, feed and dress ‘em. You just keep growing my quarterback.”

You smiled softly with your eyes closed.

People always said that all roads lead to somewhere but for you, it wasn’t somewhere; it was someone.

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[kaleldobrev]

Stupidest Person Alive

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Summary: After a near death experience in which you almost lost Dean, you tell him that you can’t risk losing him again.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Cursing (9x), Fluff, Soft!Dean, Parent!Dean

Authors Note: I refuse to accept the canon ending of Supernatural after all these years | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

You don’t know the exact amount of time you’ve been sitting in this uncomfortable hospital chair, curled up, huddled underneath a random flannel of Dean’s that was in a duffel bag in the trunk of Baby. You rubbed your eyes, trying to get rid of the sleepiness; surprised that you even managed to get a wink of sleep.

The last few days have honestly been some of the worst days of your life, as you were told by doctor after doctor that Dean’s condition didn’t seem to be getting any better. It stayed the same, which was a good and bad thing. He was in and out of consciousness, barely awake long enough to have a conversation. His eyes would just flutter open and he would briefly look at you. And you would smile at him, and he would do the same. His lips always looking like he was about to say something but he never did as his eyes just shut again. Each and every time his eyes shut, a part of you hoped that it wouldn’t be the last time.

The last few days have given you a lot of time to reflect, reflect about your time as a hunter; thinking about all of the good you have done, but also thinking about all of the times you’ve nearly died or have actually died. In the words of Dorothy, “you’re not a real hunter unless you’ve come back from the dead.” And you, Sam, and Dean have come back from the dead more times than you could count at this point, but you’re pretty sure Dean had the highest death count.

“Not awake yet?” Sam asked, two Styrofoam cups of coffee in hand.

“No,” you answered as he handed you one of the cups, “Thanks.”

“I’m surprised you fell asleep,” he said, taking a spot in the chair next to yours.

“How long was I out for?” You asked, taking a sip from your coffee. You hated the taste of hospital coffee, but the caffeine it contained had to do for now.

“Only half an hour,” he stated.

“You get any?” He shook his head. “You really need to get at least a little rest. We’re no help to Dean tired.”

Sam couldn’t help but agree, but he had the same mind set as you; he wanted to be awake when Dean woke up. “I’ll sleep when I know he’s okay,” he said, stubborn as he usually was.

When Dean finally woke, he didn’t really know where he was. But all he knew was that the lights were too bright for him. He struggled to keep his eyes open as he squinted, trying to adjust. “Fuck these lights are bright,” he said weakly.

You almost had wanted to laugh, hearing Dean say these words. The man had been out for the last few days and the first thing he had to comment on was the fucking brightness of the lights. But if you were being honest, it was pretty on brand for him. “Hey Sleepy Head,” you said, getting up from the hospital chair.

“Hey there Sweetheart,” he smiled. “Sam with you?”

“Yeah, just talking to one of the doctors,” you said. You took his hand and held it in yours, and all Dean could do was just stare at your face, admiring it like he was just seeing you for the first time.

“How long was I out?” He asked. “My head and stomach are fucking killing me.”

"A few days," you replied. "To be fair, you've been on pain killers pretty much the whole time and not a lot of actual food in your stomach."

"When we get out of here, can we go get a couple of cheeseburgers?" He asked, grinning at you.

"Of course we can," you smiled.

"So, I really fucked my body up bad this time uh?" He asked, letting out a small chuckle.

“If you call nearly killing yourself fucking up your body than yes,” you said, no humor in your voice. He could tell that you were pissed. “You know Dean, I love you, but you’re honestly the stupidest fucking person alive.”

“Love you too Sweetheart,” he grinned.

“I’m serious. I thought I fucking lost you for good this time. Me and Sam…” you took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. There was no point in getting upset, no point in being mad at Dean. “We thought you were dead, dead this time.”

Dean looked at your face, hearing the sound of your voice, and it started to break his heart. He didn’t realize how much pain his actions had caused you and Sam over the course of the last few days. When he killed that vamp the way that he did, he wasn’t thinking about himself in that moment, wasn’t thinking about you or Sam. All he could think about was killing that vamp with the items that he had surrounding him. Being resourceful was one of his most useful and best qualities (at least he seemed to think so). “I’m sorry I scared you…and Sam.”

“It’s not your fault Dean I’m just…I was so fucking scared,” you felt yourself about to cry, but you didn’t want to tear up. “You and Sam are all I have left.”

“You’re not going to lose me,” he tried reassuring you, but he knew his words weren’t going to stick.

“But I almost did. And I can’t…I can’t have that again,” you said, your voice slightly shaking. “I can’t do this anymore.”

“Can’t do what?” He was afraid to ask, hoping this wasn’t you cutting and running. But he wouldn’t blame you if you did. You deserved a far better life than what he could give you. And despite him loving you, he wanted you to be happy, even if it wasn’t with him.

“Hunting.” A wave of relief washed over Dean. “We’ve died so many fucking times. More than, more than anyone. And, I know as hunters we save people, save people from all the monsters in the world but, I’m tired. I’m tired of the constant moving. The constant fighting. The constant looking over my shoulder.” Like the Winchesters, hunting was the only life you had ever known, but having a life away from the monsters and demons was something that you had dreamed of. And it was a dream that you had pictured doing with Dean; it was something the two of you often talked about.

“Okay,” was all Dean said to your speech. He agreed with all of it, and you knew that he did, as having a life away from hunting was something you two often talked about. But neither of you ever thought that it would be possible for you, as this was really the only life either of you really knew. “As soon as I get out of here, we’re done. And done for good this time.”

Five Years Later…

The aroma of your homemade chicken noodle soup filled the air as you did another few stirs in the pot on the stove. You heard the front door open and close, and you smiled, quickly wiping your hands on your kitchen towel. “Honey we’re home!” Dean yelled, his voice cheerful as always.

“Mommy, mommy, mommy!” Your daughter yelled, her voice equally as joyful as her fathers as she ran to meet you in the kitchen.

Her arms opened up wide as you went down on your knees to greet her at her level, the two of you embracing each other. “Hi baby,” you smiled, kissing her on the top of the head.

“Hold me?” She asked, giving similar looking puppy dog eyes to that of her Uncle Sam’s.

“Always,” you said, picking her up in your arms. “How did you do at the doctors?”

“I was very brave,” she answered. She pointed to a sparkly strawberry sticker on her shirt. “The doctor gave me this because I did a really good job,” she said and then looked over at Dean. “Right daddy?”

“Bravest kid there,” he smiled. “Doctor even told her she’s her favorite patient.”

“Favorite patient uh?” You smiled. “Now that’s really something,” you said, giving her another kiss on her temple.

“Mom, after dinner can you and daddy tell me some more of those spooky stories?” Your daughter asked. You smiled, and so did Dean. The spooky stories that she was referencing were all of the hunts that you and Dean had been on throughout the years, but it was something that you never straight out told her (not yet at least, the both of you wanted to keep her as naive as long as possible). You never used either of your names, or Sam’s, you always changed the names, but these were stories that she had grown to love, and always expected a new one every single time. Thankfully, but not too thankfully, you and Dean were always able to tell her something new as the two of you had decades worth of hunts between you.

“Of course, what do you wanna hear about today?” Dean asked.

Your daughter thought for a moment, putting her thinking cap on until a lightbulb in her little head appeared; the biggest grin on her face. “Ghosts!”

You and Dean exchanged looks, almost thankful that she picked an easy topic for todays story. “How would you like to hear about the Van Ness House?” You asked her.

“It sounds spooky already!” She beamed.

Five years you and Dean, along with Sam and Eileen have been living the domestic life, none of you have hunted for the last five years. In all honesty, you were surprised that you and Dean had managed not to hunt, as hunting was something that the two of you had only known. When Dean told you five years ago that he was done with hunting for good because you said you were done, there was a part of you that didn’t believe him, as the last time he said he was done he got roped back in (which meant you got roped back in), when the both of you found out that Sam had returned from the pit.

But these last five years have been life changing for the both of you, as not only did the two of you have a beautiful daughter together, but you were happily married in addition to that — two things that neither of you ever thought would happen nor would ever be possible.

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[s1m0nth3swag]

Francis got tired from his shift and cuddles with m!reader and kinda just baby talks Francis!! (Francis definitely snores)

Sleepy Francis and Male Reader, sign me the fuck up!!

Francis 100% is the type of guy to just flop down on his partner, demand cuddles and headscratches and the proceed to fall asleep (bonus points if his partner isn't strong enough to lift him up so they just have to resign to fate.) also please excuse that I have no clue how to properly write baby talk and probably fucked that up lol

Thanks so much for the request, Anon!

WARNINGS/ CONTENT INFO; Fluff, Francis being tired and stupid, established relationship, Male Reader, just cuddles and love with our favourite Milkman <3, kinda short (sorry)

Francis was tired. Normally, this was a constant state of tiredness, something he could deal with. Coffee got him though the day, and as soon as he got home he'd eat something, drag his boyfriend to bed and make sure both of them got a healthy amount of sleep - though Francis could never escape his chronic tiredness. He was pretty sure that it was a curse by now. It wasn't like you, or him, really cared anyway. The cuddles were good, and neither of you missed out on any love even though your quality time was lounging on the couch or in bed. Besides, both of you were more on the lazy side anyway. Today, Francis was more tired than usual, though. Not even coffee had helped him keep his eyes open, and he had nearly dozed off at work. He grumbled about it the whole day, especially after his Boss had given him that stern look. He just wanted to get home and sleep. There wasn't even a real reason for him to be this tired. He surely hadn't stayed awake with you too long last night, and he had definetly slept like a baby while cuddled up in your arms. It really was a mystery to him. Maybe whatever God existed had decided to piss Francis off today. He didn't even call out for you once he head reached the shared apartment, simply took off his shoes and then continued to walk over to the couch - where you had already decided to place yourself to watch some TV after work - motioned for you to lay down and almost fell on top of you. "Hi Baby." You hummed, wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace, one opf your hands coming up to run through his hair while the other rested at the small of his back. Francis sighed as an answer, his arms wrapped around your waist as he snuggled his face into the crook of your neck, basking in your warmth and comfort. "Tired?" You chuckled, and he nodded. "You jus' wanna cuddle?" You add, snuggling your face into his hair slightly. "Yes please.." He answers, his voice muffled by your neck. The two of you lay like that for a while, Francis barely talking while you softly hum about your day, giving him short phrases paired with a soft voice for him to understand easier. You were already used to this, having to use simple speech, almost baby talk, with your boyfriend whenever he came home tired like this. Though he wasn't like this often, mostly keeping a certain amount of awakeness throughout the day, you didn't mind one bit. You thought it was kinda cute, actually. Francis resting on you like you were his pillow, his weight comfortably pressing you down against the couch.. this was probably your personal heaven. "Love you." Francis mumbles, sighing deeply as you can't help but grin at the sweetness of this situation. You don't even care when he slides off to sleep, his soft snores filling the room as you chuckle to yourself and move your arm slightly to grab the TV remote and turn the device off, wanting to make sure he wouldn't wake up because of any loud noises. You feel him snuggle against you further and you grin, pressing a soft kiss against the top of his head as you swiftly lay the remote down again, your arm resting around Francis again, slowly drifting off to sleep together with him.

[smooth-perceval]

Angsty lando pleaseeeeee

This is my first rq omg, sorry it was rushed I have like 7 drafts and I’m trying to clear them out 🥲🫶🏼❤️

Surrender

Lando Norris x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader was only trying to console Lando, Lando throws a hissy fit- and some truths are spilled. The ‘argument’ being quickly extinguished.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, very annoyed reader+Lando, fluff ending

Key: Y/N (Your Name) Y/L/N (your last name)

Word count: 1,397

A/N: I cannot see Lando being mean- so it was kinda weird to write 😂 Sarcastic asf? Yes! Mean- it seems so odd but I hope I done okay ❤️

Wether Lando was annoyed or not- I shouldn’t have recieved the back end of it.

I only asked a simple “you okay?” And I got back. “Just leave me the fuck alone.” Before storming back over to the car hopping back in and out on track.

Debating wether to go back to the drivers room or stay - I finally decided that going back to the drivers room was my best option. I felt embarrassed- after 4 people asked me if I was okay, I felt to upset and awkward to be around them.

My face was Ferrari red- no joke, shuffling my way back to the drivers room, I sat in pure silence. Did I really say anything bad? Did I actually annoy him and it wasn’t the car? Questioning my intentions for the next 10 minutes or so is all I did. Before I came to the perfect idea and decided to just leave in general, go back to the hotel and dwell on it all there.

While I had the chance to run I did. Straight back to our hotel and straight into the shower, a day washed away once again. I made quick effort to change into a simple shorts pyjama set, lounging out on the small sofa they had in the room.

—

My phone re-woke me. Grabbing ahold and answering, only to realise who it was when the angry voice spoke down the line.

“Where the hell are you?!”

“Back at the hotel?”

“I’ve looked everywhere for you! Nobody knew! You didn’t tell me!!” Rubbing my eyes, a yawn escaping me. I tutted at him climbing off the sofa and into the bed.

“I fell asleep and forgot to message sorry-”

“I’m nearly at the hotel.” And with that he hung up, here I anxiously sat. I get the annoyance but he was the reason I left in the first place.

Sighing I mentally prepared myself for the lecture I was about to withstand. And truthfully I couldn’t be asked for it.

“Y/N.” The door unlocked and he barged in.

“Seriously- what the hell is going on with you? I needed you at the pits today.” Frowning he stormed off into the bathroom.

“Errr- No, you told me to ‘leave you the fuck alone’ so I did.” Leaning over the bed I put my phone on charge.

“Just cause I said it, didn’t mean I meant it.” Tutting I hear him switch on the shower waiting around for it to warm up, he walked back out facing me.

“Wether you meant it or not Lando. I didn’t deserve it.”

“Well who else am I supposed to let my anger out on.” Throwing his hands up in the air like it’s the most problematic thing in his life at the moment.

“You can vent to me any day- you know that. But I won’t take rudeness.”

“I wasn’t fucking rude!” Shaking his head laughing to himself he went back into the bathroom slamming the door.

“There you go again. Just because your cars shit! Don’t take it out on me.” Laying back on the bed with a groan I stared up at the ceiling.

What a dick.

“My car is not shit-” glancing over at him now standing back outside the bathroom door, he looked so pissed off- but why is it okay for him to say stuff and not me.

“Did I touch a nerve?”

“What made you even bring that up? We wasn’t talking about that.”

“The whole reason for your sour mood is that car.”

“Can’t a guy just have a bad day.” Pulling his hoodie off throwing it on the floor.

“There’s a bad day and then a bad weekend. And you’ve been an asshole to me this whole weekend. If it’s not the car then what? Is it me?” Raising my eyebrows at him I sat on the edge of the bed.

“Your talking stupid again.” And once again he stormed into the bathroom, stripping down to his underwear.

“Then what is it?- I’m not a mind-reader Lando! I can’t help unless you tell me what’s pissed you off.”

“Your not listening! Nothing has pissed me off, fucking hell.” I could’ve got whiplash the amount of times he has stormed in and out that bathroom.

The hot and cold was pissing me off- and before I knew it, all the calmness washed away from me- and all the built up annoyance and anger reeled out.

“You are so frustrating- do you understand that.” Furrowing my brows I stood up, gesturing my hands in front of me.

“One minute it’s ‘can’t a guy have a bad day’ then it’s ‘I’m not pissed off’ or it’s ‘I needed you in the garage today’ but your not pissed off right? So why did you need me. Do you understand how fucking childish your being.” Chest rising and falling, we both stared at each other in silence.

“And while I’m getting everything off my chest for once- your car is shit! Man up and tell the team, don’t drive a shit car and then get annoyed at me for asking a simple question. I didn’t build the stupid car, I don’t drive it- I have no involvement!” Turning around grabbing a pillow off the bed I stomped towards the sofa. “Stupid fucking thing it is.” Mumbling to myself while shaking my head.

“Because I have human decency, I’ll sleep on the sofa. But don’t you dare speak to me unless your going to apologise for being a absolute prick.” Throwing the pillow down on the sofa, I went to the wardrobe pulling out the spare duvet, throwing that on the sofa also.

“What- why you sleeping on the sofa…”

“That doesn’t sound like an apology.” With a loud huff he disappeared once again.

When I turned around Lando had retreated back to the bathroom. It’s strange, lecturing someone tires you out, I flopped back onto the sofa, sighing to myself. Was I too harsh…? Yeah- maybe I should apologise…

Before I even thought about what to say I had dozed back off again, not even wanting to face Lando truthfully right now, I’ll only say more things I don’t mean.

—

“Baby…” rocking me gently, I was woken from my slumber. It was pitch black, I just about made out Lando’s face.

“You awake…?” Even though it was just us two, he still whispered. Humming in response, I rolled over facing the back of the sofa.

“I’m sorry…” pressing a delicate kiss to my shoulder, rubbing it gently, he then leant his head against my back. “I’m sorry for taking my anger out on you… your right about absolutely everything.” Followed by another soft kiss to my shoulder.

“Even about the car being shit??…” smiling to myself, I turned back over slowly, wrapping an arm around his neck, playing with the back of his hair.

“That’s the reason I’m so annoyed-” slowly he squeezed himself on the sofa, pulling me half on-top of him. “Your right- I should man up and tell them, not just keep allowing them to fuck up…” brushing my hand over his cheek, I laid my head on his shoulder listening to him vent.

“I just have had enough… I’ve had enough of feeling like a failure every race- because the cars so terrible…” sighing, he fiddled with my hand. “I love you- and that scares me…” smiling wide, I moved his head turning it towards me.

“You love me?”

“So fucking much.” Pulling him in slowly, I placed a gentle kiss to his lips. “Your not a failure, your absolutely wonderful…” a small smile crept on his face at my compliment.

“Your going to tell them what you really think about that car, your also going to give it your all the rest of this season, because you don’t give up.”

“Your also going to start understanding, I’m on your side always… no matter what, I’m battling from your corner. Because I love you, always have and always will.”

Smiling at me, he pulled me down slowly brushing his lips against mine, “does this mean I get some lovin’?” Laughing, I smacked his chest climbing over him standing up.

“You really are lucky I love you.”

“I know I bless myself everyday.” Standing up he placed his hands on my waist kissing me again.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

Masterlist

[xo-hugs-n-kisses-ox]

Rumination

Ruminate

(v.) To think about something deeply

After Edward left her, Bella Swan fell apart. Desperate to try and save his eldest daughter, Charlie brings his youngest daughter to Forks to see if she can bring her sister out of her depression.

Now, y/n must try to help her sister find her way back to the light while also trying to navigate her Junior year of high school in the odd town of Forks.

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Chapter Eight: Home, Safe.

Now Playing: Everlong by Foo Fighters

Charlie was pissed when he found out that Bella had run off to Italy to save Edward. I couldn’t really blame him.

Jacob was pissed that she was running back to him after all the shit he put her through. The rest of the pack agreed, but I thought they were a little biased. I agreed with them, so I suppose I was biased, too.

I was grounded for not telling Charlie about Bella leaving, so for the entirety of Spring Break I was locked in the house until Charlie fell asleep. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right? I sounded like my sister.

When Charlie fell asleep, I would slip through my window and into the woods. Jacob would be waiting for me in wolf form, letting me climb on his back so he could whisk me away to Emily’s. I would wait anxiously for a call from Bella, but all I got was radio silence.

She had left the first day of break. Three days later, and she still wasn’t back. I had no explanation, no texts, and no returned calls.

Sitting at the dinner table at Emily’s was comforting. We had two new additions to the pack; Seth and Leah Clearwater.

I didn’t think Leah was meant to turn. She was twenty one, older even than Sam was when he changed. The proximity to a vampire triggered it, though, just like everyone else.

Her brother, Seth, was forced to change before his body was ready. He was only fourteen, and he had been a scrawny kid, too. The stress of his father dying and sister turning had shoved him into his own change.

Jacob had told me that the first change was painful for everyone, but that it had especially hurt for Seth. His body had rapidly developed the fever, shooting his temperature up from ninety-eight degrees to one hundred and eight. He had passed out, his body trying to save him some of the pain as it tore itself apart during his transformation into a wolf.

Jared had whispered to me that Seth had broken or tore nearly everything in his body. They had to call his mother to come help set it all again so he would heal properly. I realized then that rapid healing didn’t always mean correct healing.

I snapped back into reality when I realized that everyone was looking at me. I cleared my throat, “Sorry, zoned out.”

Quil laughed, “You need some sleep, Y/n.”

“I’m well aware,” I sighed, reaching out to take a sip of my water. The phone rings and Paul answers it as he’s getting another burger. His eyes go wide.

“Y/n, it’s Bella!” He says, and I’m up as soon as he says my name. I clamor around the table, nearly tripping over Jared’s large furry ass as he lays on the floor in wolf form. I quickly regain my balance as Jacob hauls me back to my feet, the two of us anxious to hear my sister speak.

“Bella?” I ask, my heart beating in my chest, “Are you okay? Where are you?”

“I’m okay, we’re all okay, Y/n,” She says, her voice slightly raw. “We’re heading back to Forks now.”

I glance at Jacob, and he gives me a meaningful look.

Carefully, I ask, “You mean yourself and Alice, right?”

She hesitates, and I sigh loudly.

“Am I on speaker? Actually, no, he can hear me anyway, right?” I don’t wait for an answer, barreling on with my rant, “Edward, you sparkly leech, leave my sister the hell alone! She was finally happy and now you have to go and mess everything up again!”

“Y/n—” Bella tries, but I cut her off again.

“No! No, he needs to hear this!” I say vehemently, “He needs to know the hell he put you through while he was traveling around the world for funsies, and how he’s going to screw everything back up by coming back!”

I speak directly to Edward now, “I don’t care if you’re some immortal vampire, asshole, if you come back to Forks to fuck up my sister’s life again, I’m gonna make you wish you had never been reborn as a sickly reanimated corpse!”

There’s silence on the other end, and I know Bella’s hurt by my words. I don’t care. Let her be hurt by the truth and by the fact that neither Charlie nor I can stand that boy.

“We’ll be back tonight,” Alice says, “I’ll deliver Bella safe and sound to your home, Edward will stay away.”

“Thank you, Alice.” I say, my voice harsh but infinitely kinder to her, “Drive safe getting here. Bella; I love you, I’ll see you soon, and also you’re grounded. Charlie’s pissed.”

She sighs, mumbling, “Yeah, I figured. I love you too, Y/n, I’ll see you tonight.

The line goes dead and I hang the phone up.

“She’ll be back home tonight,” I announce, cheers ringing up. I continue, “She’s bringing that freak back with her.”

Boos and gags sound, and it makes me feel better. An idea floats in my mind, and I grin.

“Jake, I need you to go into the spare closet of the house and get the duffle bag of clothes we haven’t donated yet.” I order, and he salutes me, grinning, before turning and running.

“Why’re you grinning like that,” Embry complains, “It’s scaring the children.”

“I’m not scared!” Seth protests, but Embry shoots him a baffled look, “I’m children! I’m scared!”

I ignore them, “Sam, I need to borrow any shirts that don’t fit you.”

He eyes me, “What for?”

“To piss off Eddie boy, what else?” I ask, going into the laundry room and finding all the clothing scraps we haven’t been able to throw away yet. I put them in an old grocery bag and set them in my room. When I get back, Jacob is panting as he hands me the duffle. I grin, setting it down on the table and pulling out shirts.

I hand a pile of shirts to everyone with instructions to either hold them, wear them, or somehow make them smell like a werewolf. The biggest pile goes to Jacob, and I take the remaining pile and crouch beside Jared, still in wolf form.

“Hey buddy,” I say slyly, and he almost seems to laugh as he rolls over onto his back. I snicker as I rub several shirts over him, looking up when I hear laughter.

Quil has stuffed himself into one of my old shirts, and it looks like it’s about to burst at the seams. It fits him like a crop top, tight as a corset. I cackle as he pretends to model it, laughing harder when he moves a little too much and splits it in half.

---

When Bella comes back, I had already hidden the clothes around the house. In the vents, under her floor boards, under her mattress, in her pillows, behind the mirror in the bathroom, anywhere and everywhere I could think of was fair game. I was even wearing one of the shirts, just in case Edward made an appearance. I had a good deal of them hidden in my room, and Charlie’s. Again, just in case.

He didn’t come, thank god. Alice wrinkled her nose when she got here, but gave me a hug anyway. I hugged her tight, thanking her for keeping my sister safe.

Bella went and showered. I sat in her room and waited for her to come out. When she did, I saw how weary she looked. I didn’t ask questions, just wrapped her in a blanket and turned off the lights.

Charlie was furious the next morning, telling her she was grounded until she wasn’t anymore. She accepted it with grace.

---

Months passed. It was summer now.

I stormed into Emily’s house, throwing the door open as they all sat down for lunch.

“Woah, what’s got you bent out of shape?” Quill teased, and my scowl deepened.

“That stupid, idiotic girl is accepting him back into her life so easily!” I yell, flinging my hand out in a direction that isn’t necessary towards my house. Jacob dodges my arm easily, continuing to eat moodily.

I pitch my voice higher, “‘Oh Edward, my sickly Victorian child, I missed you so much! Please, make me your vampire child bride! I don’t want my soul anymore, I don’t care what this will do to my family, I—”

I take a shuddering breath, hot tears streaming down my face. Emily stands, coming to hug me tightly.

“Oh, Y/n,” she says quietly, rubbing my back.

“She’s so stupid,” I bite out, “Throwing away her life for—for him!”

Jacob had stopped eating, staring furiously at the table. His hands were clenched into tight fists, his body shaking. He looks up at me, his eyes blazing.

“Well then, I suppose that we’ll just have to try and be voices of reason.” He spits out, and I sniff, nodding.

“Besides Edward,” Sam said slowly, “Why does she want to become a vampire?”

I swipe at my eyes furiously, “Apparently Alice saw her as one in a vision. You know, the ones that are constantly subject to change.”

I know I sound bitter, but I feel betrayed. I don’t want to lose my sister.

---

Edward had appeared at Roy’s the day I started back. I scowled when I saw him, but he held up his hands.

“I’m here to tell you what Bella isn’t.” He said, and my attention was snagged.

I stared for a moment, then slid into the booth seat across from him. I had gotten off work already, so I had time.

“Bella wants to become a Vampire.” He said, and I nodded. “I don’t want that. I want her to remain human for as long as possible. I want her to stay human forever.”

His words surprised me. I had figured that he was the one to put ideas of vampirism into Bella’s head, but he was apparently thoroughly against it.

“She had my family vote.” My heart stopped in my chest. He continued, “Everyone voted yes aside from Rosalie and I. Neither of us want her to be changed.”

I clenched my hands into fists, “Why tell me this?”

He sighed, “Because I’m hoping that you can talk sense into her. I haven’t been able to, Rosalie can’t. You and the wolves are our last ditch effort to dissuade Bella from becoming a vampire.”

I was silent.

“What are you telling her to keep her from getting someone else to do it for her?” I asked, and he paused. I scoffed, “She wants you to do it, right?”

He nodded, and I continued, “She’s stubborn. If you won’t do it for her, she’ll get someone else to. My bet’s on Alice.”

He let out an odd sort of snarling sound, vaguely similar to one of the snorting sounds that the guys would make in wolf form when they would fight playfully. This was out of frustration, though.

“Tell her something, anything that would keep her from getting someone else to turn her,” I begged, “Buy time, and I’ll change her mind.”

Slowly, he nodded.

“I’ll do my best.” He said quietly, looking almost defeated.

He got up to leave, but I grabbed his arm.

I flinched, so used to feeling higher temperatures that it was a momentary shock to feel his frozen skin.

“Give me your number. We’ll keep each other updated so Bella can’t hide or lie.” He nodded, handing me his cell. I punched in my number, texted myself so I had his, and nodded.

“I still hate you.” I told him, “But I hate you less for this.”

He looked at me for a long moment, then let out a breathy laugh.

“I’ll take what I can get, I suppose.” He said, then added, “I did think I was doing the right thing, leaving her. I thought she would be better off.”

“She was.” I tell him, adding, “But there’s nothing we can do about that now.”

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Ok!! Short chapter to transition between New Moon and Eclipse! I do plan to give reader some more clarity on Edward’s feelings btw bc I knowwweww he was pressed about Bella wanting to be turned.

Anyway, I hope yall enjoyed ☺️

[specialagentlokitty]

Negan x reader - you have so much

TW: mentions of not eating, thoughts of death, self inflicted injuries

Sitting in the middle of your cell, you hand your hands resting on your knees, listening to the door was it was opened.

You felt some bread hit you in the head but you didn’t both to open your eyes, you simply just sat there which math man laugh.

“Seriously? You’re still doing this? Fucking pathetic.”

You said nothing and he laughed again.

“Keep going, you’re gonna die in here, gonna turn, then we’re gonna set you on your friends so you can fucking kill them all.”

The cell door was slammed shut, and you stayed exactly where you were.

They brought you food at the same time every day, so you knew the routine, you had been here for a week.

You were hungry, you were so hungry, but you didn’t eat a single thing they gave you.

You could hear them talking outside, saying Negan will be pissed when he find out how they’re treating you, and that nearly made you scoff.

You were weak, you had the start of a fever, you going to die in a matter of time without food and medicine, and you didn’t care.

“Then we just kill her before he gets here, say she was bit on the way in or something.”

You took a small breath, shuffling back so you could rest your back on the cold wall behind you, helping to relieve how hot you were feeling.

You listened to them argue, and you slumped to the side a little, you couldn’t keep holding yourself like you had been doing.

So you moved to the corner, but you stayed sat up, resting your head on the wall next to you, taking small, shallow breaths.

You must have fell asleep like that, because what woke you up was the sound of people in the hallways, all arguing and shouting.

You slowly opened your eyes, seeing your cell door still shut, and you closed them again.

You heard Negan’s whistle, you’d recognise it anywhere, it was the last thing you heard before you were knocked out and brought to their sanctuary.

You weren’t going to tell them anything they wanted, you weren’t going to tell them anything about the place you now called home, about your family and friends.

You raised your head, hitting it on the wall next to you slightly, and you raised it again to do the same thing.

They couldn’t force information out of you if you were unconscious, or more likely in your state, dead.

You kept going, despite how painful it was and the fact your body was trembling, you felt a small cut open your head, and when you hit it again you felt it open more

You couldn’t make out the sounds of the talking outside, but you stopped when you heard the lock to your cell click.

“Now, let’s see if our little guest has any words of advice for us.” Negan smirked.

He swung the door open, the lights making you turn your head, eyes screwed shut at how bright it was.

Negan chuckled a little, tapping his bat against the metal door a few times.

“Now, it’s rude not to look at your host sweetheart. I’m the one who’s looking after you, you know that.”

You slowly turned your head to him, opening your eyes to stare into his.

Your half dead eyes boring into shocked and angry eyes as he stared right back, taking in your sickly form.

You were covered in sweat, you were pale, dark circles under your eyes, and if it were possible in the last week he had seen you, you looked thinner.

He saw the blood on the side of your head, and he watched it drip on to your shirt, then flicked his gaze to the wall next to you, the still wet blood running down it.

You took a shaky breath.

“Looks like… you lose…” you rasped out.

Negan turned around to stare at his men who all subconsciously shuffled back from the sheer look of rage on his face.

“Who the fuck let this happen?” He asked lowly.

There was silence and he slammed Lucille into the door, creating a loud echo.

“WHO DID THIS?!” He shouted.

Nobody dared to answer him, and he began to pace a step back and forth.

“If I don’t get answers I’m going to bashing heads into the ground, I don’t give a fuck if you did it or not, every minute I wait a new skull is getting mashed into shit.”

You laughed weakly, causing him to look at you, and you coughed a little.

“It.. doesn’t matter…”

“It does fucking matter, who the fuck was the one who was supposed to be looking after you?” He snapped.

You closed your eyes taking a few ragged breaths before looking at him again.

All you did was offer him a shrug.

You were going to buy yourself as much time as possible, and when he turned around again, you hit your head on the wall.

“Times up!”

Negan raised his his bat, there was a chorus of screams and finally someone was pushed to their knees in front of him.

He looked down at the man who was begging for Negan to spare his life.

“Did you let this happen?”

“I thought you wouldn’t give a shit! It’s just Ricks sister!”

Negan raised his foot, boot colliding with the face of the man, sending him flying to the ground.

“Get this fucking prick downstairs, I’ll be down to make an example of him as to WHY WE FOLLOW THE FUCKING RULES!”

Everybody scrambled away while two grabbed the man to drag him away.

Negan grabbed hold of one of the workers and shoved them the opposite way they were running.

“Tell the doc to get ready.”

With that Negan turned to you, and you raised your head, he took a step forward.

“Don’t..”

“You don’t get a say.”

He set Lucille on the ground next to you, and he crouched down, placing his hand between your head and the wall as you went to hit it again.

“Fuck!” He hissed.

Pulling his hand away, he shook it a few times to try and ease the pain.

Negan grabbed your arm, hauling you to your feet and he picked up his bat, walking you from your cell, or more, dragging you from it.

You couldn’t walk, and the sudden movement made you go light headed, and you fell to the floor with a head thud.

“Oh fuck! Fucking hell!”

He looked around.

“Follow me!”

He shoved Lucille into the hands of Simon, and Negan put his arm under your neck, the other under your knees as he hauled you up.

You braced your hand on his chest, and weakly pushed yourself, the sudden shift in your weight causing him to stumble, but he didn’t fall.

Negan tightened his grip around you and glanced down as he carried on running through the halls.

“Sorry sweetheart, you don’t get a free pass that easily.”

You tried to think of another way, your vision pulsating, and you could only think of one sure way.

Bringing your head to the side, you opened your mouth and dug your teeth into the exposed skin of his wrist.

“Fucking hell! Were you raised by fucking animals!? Holy shit!”

Negan rushed you into the infirmary and he set you on the bed, pushing your head back so you would let go and you did.

“Shit! What the fuck?!”

“What happened?!” Carson asked.

“She fucking bit me!”

Carson rushed over to his boss and he was shivered away, a hand placed on the back of his neck as he was led over to you.

“She isn’t dead, she’s alive, and you’re going to do everything to fucking keep her that way, if you don’t then you better be wearing your pissing pants, because you’ll be needing them…” Negan sneered.

While the doctor tried to look after you, Negan began to gathered everything he needed to tend to his new wound.

Carson was trying to put an IV in you, but you kept fighting it, grabbing the doctors hand you dug your fingers into his skin, making his drop it to the floor.

“I.. I need a new needle.” Carson said.

Negan grabbed one, slamming it on the table.

You locked eyes with Negan, breath trembling.

“I’ll be dead.. by the.. end of the day…” you sneered.

“You wanna bet on that? I’ll be fucked if I’m letting you die that easily. Simon grab her arm.”

Negan walked over, he trapped your other arm under him, using his arm he placed it on your collarbone, keeping you down, his other hand on your forehead, making sure to stay clear of your mouth this time.

He avoided the head wound you had as well, and he leant up so he could look at you.

“Stop.” He said quietly.

You were breathing deeply, jaw clenched as you tried so hard in your weak state to break free.

“Fucking hell (Y/N) we’re trying to keep you alive, stop!”

You locked eyes with him, and you slowly stopped fighting, your eyes closing but you tried to fight it.

“A sedative, it’ll wear off in a while.” Carson said.

Simon and Negan moved from you, Negan took his Lucille back, sending his friend away and he stood next to you, watching the anxious doctor work.

Carson hung a bag up, and he moved to clean your head and stitch it up.

“You better hope she makes it doc, your very life is depending on it.” Negan warned.

Carson glanced up, before turning his attention to you.

“She has a minor infection, some antibiotics will clear it up, and fight the infection before it gets to her head injury, she’s dehydrated, and she will need to eat something soon.”

The doctor stood up, and Negan looked at the bag.

“It’s one I made, it should get the antibiotics and some fluids back into her system, how did this happen?”

Negan said nothing and Carson quickly nodded his head, knowing it was better than to ask his question again.

When you woke up, it took a few minutes to realise that you weren’t in the infirmary anymore, you were on a bed.

You turned your head, groaning a little in pain, but it didn’t stop you from sitting up.

You didn’t recognise the room, you didn’t know how long it had been, but there was a glass of water on the table next to you.

You ignored it, hand reaching up to your head to find a bandage around it.

Glancing around the room to make sure that you were alone, you slowly began to unwrap it, tossing it aside, and you ran your fingers along the stitches.

Finding the first one, you began to try find a way to undo it, blood trickling down your face as you breathed through the pain.

The door was opened and closed, Negan walked in, setting Lucille down on a chair, not seeing thay you were awake, and he set some food down on the table.

You carried on what you were, trying to find a good angle or grip.

Negan froze, and he spun around, marching over he grabbed your wrist, pulling it from your head.

“Stop, now.” He warned.

You grabbed his wrist, trying to bite him again and he grabbed both your wrists in his hand, placing his hand on your head to stop you.

“Seriously?! Who the fuck bites people?! I’m trying to save your life! Stop trying to fucking bite me! If you’re going to bite me at least do it in the fun kind of way!”

You stopped, looking at him and he smirked a little.

“Yeah, that made you stop didn’t if.”

“Pig…”

He shrugged a little, taking his bandanna off and he placed it gently against your wound, picking up the bandage you had discarded.

“It made you stop didn’t it? I’d say that’s a win. Now, sit still.”

You tried to move away and he gave you a warning look, making you stop.

Negan wrapped your head up again, and he handed you the glass of water.

“Drink it.”

You set it back down.

Sighing, Negan picked it up, taking a drink from one side, and handed you the glass back.

“It’s just water, that’s it.”

You smacked the glass out of his hand and it crashed to the floor.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? You need to drink, and eat if you want to keep on breathing, don’t you understand that?!” He hissed.

He walked over to the table, picking up the food and set it in your lap while he began to clean up the water you had thrown.

You didn’t want to waste food, so instead you just set it where the water was.

Negan noticed this and he sighed.

“It wasn’t my intention for you to get hurt in anyway. You weren’t supposed to be put in that cell, and the fuckwit that put you in there had now joined our lovely team of walkers out the front.”

You rested your back on the headboard.

“If you’re… going to kill me… just do it…”

“I just spent all that effort and those resources to save you, why would I kill you now? I gain nothing from that except your very pissed brother storming my sanctuary.”

You turned away from him as he set the food back down in front of you.

“Seriously? What is this a strike? Eat.”

You turned your head a little further away so you didn’t even have to look at the food.

“Fine.”

Negan left it there leaving the room.

The theory was that maybe you would eat without him around, but you didn’t. Or if you did he didn’t notice anything missing.

He tried the harsh approach, the just seeing how you did approach, the trying to force you to eat approach which worked for a few days until you had enough strength to punch him in the jaw before you stopped again. He had tried to engage you in conversations, which sometimes you’d take part in, he tried to engage you in card games or even just a walk around the halls.

You would take part as long as it didn’t involve him trying to help you in any other way, if it was just company you’d take it, but that was it.

Now he was trying another, he brought your food in, and he sat on the chair next to the bed, setting the food in your lap.

You didn’t even look at it, you just sat there.

“Look, just tell me what I’m doing wrong here. Do you not like the food? Do you need me to leave while you eat? What? What do you want? Because I’m running out of ideas here, and I can’t exactly return you to Rick the prick in this state, so you’re stuck with my ass until you’re healthy.”

You looked at him.

“What do you want from me sweetheart?”

Negan watched you, the way you refused food or water, the way you were so determined to hit you head and take your stitches out.

These weren’t the tactics of somebody who was trying to survive.

“Just kill me…”

Negan swallowed the lump in his throat.

“Do you wanna die?” He asked quietly.

“Yes…”

“Why?”

You looked away.

“Why do I need a reason?”

“Tell me why.”

You clenched your jaw.

“Because I can’t do it myself…”

Negan slowly nodded his head.

“This why you’re doing all this? So I get pissed off and kill you?”

You nodded.

“You tried this before?”

“Rick, Michonne… they took all my weapons, won’t let me go anywhere without someone there… I even tried to walk into a herd of walkers…”

Negan got up, taking the food from you, setting it aside and he sat on the edge of the bed.

He tried to get a better look at you but you wouldn’t let him.

“Why the fuck would you want to do that?” He asked.

Despite his swearing, the tone was gentle, soft, it sounded like he was actually worried about you.

“Because what’s the point? We’re all going to become one of those things some how, at least I’d have control over my death. I have nothing anymore, Rick isn’t even my biological brother, he just feels guilty he killed Shane, so I have nothing.”

You turned your head, contacting eyes with him.

“So do it. Kill me.”

“I’m not going to kill you.”

Negan took the food, setting it back in your lap, and he took some from the plate to eat, just like all the other times he brought you food.

“You said you had nothin’ but that’s not true, you do, they’re all waiting for you to go back, demand for you to go back. I’d say that’s something.”

Negan picked up the fork, and he held it out to you with a little grin.

“Come on, it’s good shit.”

He took the fork back, putting some food on it and he held it up and you took it.

“I can feed myself..”

“Yeah, because that’s gone well huh?”

You glared a little and ate some of the food, and you turned the plate, gesturing to whatever you just ate to him and tried something else.

Negan got another food, eating the part of your meal you didn’t like, he didn’t say anything in case you stopped.

“You ever gonna take me back?”

“When you’re healthy enough.”

You nodded, glancing at him before looking away.

“You got any apples?”

He chuckled, sitting up to grab his walkie, asking someone to bring him a bowl of apples to the room and he set it back down.

“Whatever you want you just ask, I’ll have that shit here in no time.”

[tobbotobbs]

Ghost and Soap with their little chef!husband. They tried to hide him from their work because he could get into trouble but how much can they do when he is such a lovely person that really wanted to surprise his husbands and their friends after an exhausting mission with a nice meal he cooked?

The Night Family Met Family

It was dark outside, the task force 141 had just came back from another mission. One that wasn't as exhausting as all the other missions they had been on in the last few months. Kyle was flying the chopper while Price was dpzing a little bit on the flight and John and Simon were sitting close to eachother while looking at Johnny's phone. They had been texting their sweet husband of 2 years that they were on their way back to the base right now, reassuring the worrying man that none of them, none of the other 141 boys had any bad injuries. Simon knew you it did little to calm your worries about their being, but he still told Johnny to tell you that they are alright. You always cared so much about them and the whole team, it was very sweet but also stressing you out sometimes. So telling you that they were fine except to a few cuts to calm your nerves should do till you could see them in person and check on them for your own reassurance. It wasn't long until the conversation on the phone turned from worried and thoughtful to cheesy and needy. Soap had started to text you how much you were missed in between his and Simon's arms and that it would be a hard night again, sleeping without their favourite person there next to them. Meanwhile you answered him with a lovely ,,But it's not long till we see us again my love!" and a lot of heart emojis. This made Ghost smile as he read the few words. It really wasn't long till he could hold you in his arms again. Only a few days before they all had a little time off of duty.

His thoughts were cut off by Gaz suddenly talking over the radio with them. ,,Guys we are back home! Tighten your seat belts please so we ain't having a repeat of last time I fell out of this thing", his voice was calm and a little teasing at the end, recounting on the time Ghost flew the helicopter and send Gaz flying out of it, for the second time. Price woke up from his little dozing off like he had a second sense for this, like a dad suddenly waking up when someone tries to get near the remote control while he "watched" something on tv. They all put on the seat belts and waited for the man to carefully land on the big H on the ground for helicopter. After finally getting out of the aircraft, they all made their way over to the barracks. All ready to go change and shower and then do something calmly for the rest of their free time before falling asleep. They all went into the showers nearly simultaneously and also went out again, drying themselves off and putting on the civilian clothes which mostly concluded a simple shirt and joggers or a too big hoodie from Ghost, in Johnny's case. They all were roo tired to notice that they weren't actually alone in the base. And that was something you found pretty amusing. Military men who are always on guard for anything but they simply didn't notice the lights being on in the kitchen while passing it in the hallway or the random car next to their cars. A car that belonged to none of them, not even Laswell.

They all made their way to the common room that was directly connected to the open kitchen when they suddenly noticed the strange atmosphere. ,,Wait...did one of you guys left the kitcheb lights on before we went showering?", their captain asked them curiously. ,,No sir, we all went right away through the halls, didn't even stop to take a piss", Soap answered laughing lightly. ,,Then who the hell is still up and in the god damn kitchen- and why does it smell like this person is cooking food?", Price asked, now a little annoyed that a rookie or someone was still up at this time, which it was 3 am in the morning at this point. They all shrugged at their captain and together they walked into the room. Kyle and Johnny were the first to stand in the room and look at the stranger standing in their kitchen, cooking some delicious smelling food while swinging to some scottish music none of them except for Soap understood. As Ghost entered he stopped right away. That wasn't just any music playing and any random person standing there and cooking, it was you. His and Johnny's sweet husband. You were cooking while playing soaps stupid scottish music playlist on spotify. Hearing them all enter you turned around and smiled softly at them. ,,Welcome back! I hope you don't mind, I cooked you guys something to eat! I just thought that maybe, after this long flight you lot would be a little hungry...?", you trailed of a little at the end. Getting nervous and scared at the way they were all just practically staring into your soul.

,,Who the hell are you?!", Prices voice was raised and he was ready to throw some punches if it was needed. ,,Wowowow! Uh I thought you knew- ah well it doesn't matter nlw does it? Uhm well let me introduce myself, since it seems my Husbands forgot to do so a long time ago", you carried on, seemingly a little displeased that neither Simon nor Johnny had ever talked about you to their friends. ,,I'm sorry- Husbands?", Kyle now asked completely confused. ,,Yes. Husbands. I am Y/n Riley MacTavish", you smiled, now softly again, at the two confused men in front of you. Relieved, John breathed out and turned around to his soldiers. ,,Now you muppets wanna tell me why this isn't in your files? Or didn't got mentioned anywhere. Ever. Hm?", like to scolded boys they seemed to try find the right words at Prices question. ,,Well you see, we requested Laswell to not tell anyone? Because we don't want him to get in danger so...for his own safety you could say?", Johnny found his voice first and tried to explain. Which seemed to be enough for Price. He nodded understanding and turned around again, smiling. ,,Well then let me thank you for cooking for us Sweetie. I'm sorry we didn't knoe who you were beforehand. It seemed those two muppets here care a lot about you lad", he talked in his typical fatherly voice and looked at what you had cooked for them. The whole room got more relaxed, now that Price approved of you and started putting some of the food onto a plate for himself to eat.

They all followed and started sitting and talking like the family they were. Price and Gaz were asking you a few questions about your relationship, how you guys met and since when those two idiots were married let alone in a relationship. You told them that you guys had met in scotland years ago, nearly more than a decade, because Johnny was introducing Simon to his family. Luckily enough you've been the nice cook in the diner they were all going to celebrate Johnny's and Simon's relationship. After accidentally bringing Simon the wrong food, you had scolded the waitress and went out to bring him his actual food himself. With that you had catched the brits eyes and also the scots, who wasn't ashamed to ask you out to a date with them right after that nice and very delightful dinner they had. Of course Johnny had seen the way Simon had looked at you. With longing and want. The same way he had looked at you. It was a little dance between you three for month. Always telling them that you liked them a lot, but never giving them a kiss. Not even on the cheek. You were making them go crazy with this innocent game you were playing. They knew that you dod this just to be 100% sure about everything but they couldn't deny the feeling of being played with because to be honest you had them at your mercy the second you laughed that beautiful loud laugh of yours on your second date because Simon had lost his ice cream while eating it and it fell onto his shirt. And just as they thought you were rejecting them for all, after 11 month of denying you finally kissed them both on your nearly one year anniversary. It shook them both. The two lf them were just laying on Soaps couch in his apartment in scotland when you came back from work, exhausted but happy nonetheless. Walking over to them and just giving them both a soft quick kiss on the lips before turning around and going to take a shower. And now, 10 years later, and 2 of them happily married, here you were. Finally meeting Simon's family and Johnny's second family.

Listening to this Price and Kyle smiled brightly. They were happy their friends had a family to come home to. And also such a lovely good cook as well. They spend the night talking tilm they all got tired, leaving them all going to bed. Johnny was yawning while walking hand in hand with you to Simon's and his room, Simon walking right behind them. When they got there it was quickly gotten rid of the clothes with exception for the shorts and they fell into the actual bigger bed that they had asked Price and Laswell to let them have so they could cuddle and sleep together in it. You were laying there in the middle of the bed, head on Johnny's bare chest and hugging him from the side while Simon was hugging you from behind, head in the back of your neck steadily breathing your scent in and relaxing more and more. You guys were exchanging a few love confessions till you one after one fell asleep in each others embrace. Happy to be together in each other's embrace, to be with your husbands and to be finally able to show each other love again, even if just for a short time.

Hey guys, it's been awhile! So sorry for that, have a lot going on right now sooo yeah. Here a little apology hehe

Damn I've got so much daddy issues in me I would give anything for Price to treat me like one of his idiot sons being in trouble tbh, also soapghost is just the sweetest what the hell????

Anyway, see you all next time, don't forget to reblog and have a good day <3

[cakerybakery]

‘Blah, it’s hot today.’ Adam fanned himself a little with the collar of his shirt. It was sticking uncomfortably to his chest.

Going under the bottom of the shirt he stuck his hand under between the flesh of his chest and stomach.

‘…huh. This feels familiar.’

He flapped his arm and grinned. ‘Wings! It feels like I have my wings back.’

He stuck the other hand under his shirt and tucked his elbows back against his sides. The heat of hell no longer bothered him. He’d had wings for nine thousand years. Losing them had been like losing a limb. But having his arms like this made it feel like they were tucked away his sides again.

Adam sat down in an armchair, pulled his legs up in the chair, flapped his elbows a couple times like how he’d ruffle up the feathers before a nap, and leaned against the corner of the high backed chair. It was such a familiar and comforting sensation he managed to fall asleep.

Someone shook him awake.

“Hey.” Vaggie was giving him that pissed off look she always seemed to have. “What are you doing?”

“Napping. Fuck off.”

“I can tell. You used to sleep like that all the time. But what’s with the hands?”

Adam nearly pulled them out but fuck it was just vag-gie. If anyone would get it she would. “Feels like I have my wings back.”

“… that’s stupid.”

“Don’t give a fuck. It feels comfortable.”

She rolled her eye, “you’re just fucking with me.”

“Nope. Feels great.”

“…You always did have huge wings.”

“Matches my huge di-“

“Nooope!” She turned to leave but Adam stopped her with a question.

“Wanna join me?” She was small, they could both tuck into the chair. “Like when you girls were little. Well, littler.”

When his girls were little, new and needing names, before they could even fly yet, he had been another thing for them to climb and play on. Curling up with him during naps and under his wings for warmth and comfort at night.

The time stretched on but she nervously got closer. Adam pulled an arm out and Vaggie took the seat beside him. There wasn’t much room but she curled up her legs and let Adam drape an arm over her. She let her wings out, ruffled them up a bit and covered them up the best she could.

Adam sighed. He missed this about heaven. Felt right having one of his girls back. The prodigal daughter. Although, Adam mused, he was the fool in this story that needed forgiveness and redemption.

He missed her as he missed all his girls and all his children. Part of him always wanted her to come home, if she could come back. Just how he always wished he had his boys with him in heaven. Not much he could do about the dead and gone though, he mourned his sons, this mourned the girls he lost, he mourned his loss of heaven. But at least he got one bit of heaven back.

Curled up into his side Vaggie actually fell asleep pretty quick. Perhaps she missed this too.

Although, next time he goes for a nap like this, he’ll go for the couch. More room and he just knows Lucifer will probably want to join. If it had been a long time for him and Vaggie, it had been eons since the full fledged angel had probably slept like this.

[marcspectorstannie]

☆All Nighter☆(Marc Spector x reader)

Summary- late night/early morning talk with Marc when he comes home to find you still up

Warnings- none I don't think? Just one curse but mainly fluff

A/n- when I started this it was 4:03, it's now 4:51 so that's my inspo ALSO GIF IS MINE!

A/n p2- dropping this bc now I'm obsessed w/ spiderman

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'4:30 AM'

You were still up past your normally bed time.Bored out of your mind, hungry as hell, tired but can't seem to go to sleep, the list could go on. Your eyes stuck together as you blinked slowly, scrolling on your phone to tire yourself out. You weren't sure why you couldn't sleep but either way it felt like sleep was far away from where you were now. The hungry grew in your stomach as it cried out for some sort of food. Crawling out of your bed you slugged your way to the kitchen and made a bowl of cereal. 'No need for effort, this will just keep me up'

As you stood in the kitchen eating your cereal depressingly,you didn't the front door creek open and close. "Babe? What are you doing still up?" You jumped at the sudden voice near you, nearly choking on your food. It was your boyfriend Marc,wearing some torn clothes and a baseball cap. He looked extremely exhausted. "Jesus Christ Marc, you scared me." He removed his cap and hung it near the door. He watched you continue eating after the quick scare and leaned on the table in front of you. "Why are you up at almost 5AM? You're usually sleep by now." Usually you're greeting to him at this time was your sleeping face pressed into the pillow with and arm being moved from the sheets to his waist in bed. "I don't even know, couldn't seem to fall asleep even though I feel like I can pass out at any second." Marc sighed and stood next to you, taking the spoon out of your hand and stealing a bite from you. You were too tired to even care. You just wanted to finally get that feeling of sleep taking over your body.

"You're lucky you don't have work tomorrow or else you'd be fucked"

"I do have work"

Marc's eyes widen as he rushed over to take the cereal from you. "Why in the world are you up at this hour when you have work tomorrow.Are you ok? Something wrong?" You could tell he was a little pissed but concerned. "I'm fine I swear, I said I just can't seem to fall asleep. No big deal." It was a big deal. You could feel yourself go insane with nothing to do when you can't do the main thing you want to do. Sleep. You knew you had to work tomorrow early and continued shoveling the cereal in your mouth. Marc took the bowl from your hands and set it on the table. Placing his hands on your arms, he looked at you with a concerned face, almost like a dad about to discipline his kid. "Here's what we're gonna do, ok? We're gonna get you some water, and we're gonna lay right in that bed, no matter how long it takes you to go to sleep." You rolled your eyes at his demands but you knew that's what you really wanted. Still holding onto you, he walked you over to the side of the bed and sat you down, then rushed to get you some water.

You tried to glare at him through your heavy eyelids but they fell back shut. Slowly drinking your water, Marc went to dispose of the cereal and cut off the lights. He slid into the bed with you and snaked his arms around you. "Time for bed sleepyhead." You tried to laugh at his nickname but all you could muster was a small smile. Laying down once again, you turned to face Marc and watched him admire your tired face. "Here, cmon" he pulled you closer and placed you on his chest "Tomorrow morning, you're gonna call your job and say you can't make it. You're gonna say something came up and you'll be back the next day." Too tired to object, you simply nodded and nuzzled your face into his chest. Marc smiled slightly a kissed the top of your head as you both drifted off to sleep at last. Maybe all you needed was some cuddles and cereal.

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[honeysmoonn]

dal’s gf has a cat headcanons

• dallas had always swore he hated cats.

• that was until he met you.

• on our guys’ first date, you had to leave early, claiming you had forget to feed your cat

• at first dallas thought it was just an excuse to get away from dates. until after it happened four times in a row, he realized

• you had invited him over to your house, your parents were gone for the weekend, leaving you alone. and you wanted some company, and dallas was the best at that.

• you led him inside, immediately calling for your cat, clicking your tongue as you checked around the house. dallas looked at you like you were insane

• “what are ya doin’?”

• “oh! i want you to meet jazzy!”

• “right…”

• the little brown tabby cat came rushing down the stairs, immediately curling herself between your legs as she purred softly. you scooped her up, showing her to dallas

• he was hesitant at first. was she gonna bite? was he gonna hurt her in accident? he liked you, and he didn’t wanna ruin your relationship by saying something dumb about you cat. but still, that didn’t stop hik from expressing himself

• “she’s… a cat” • “indeed she is, dal” • “yeahhh i don’t really like cats, man”

• he was sure you were about to pass out then and there

• “what do you mean you don’t like cats?” • “i mean i don’t like em, dirty, sly, cats”

• you nearly cried

• over time, as you and dallas became closer and closer, eventually dating, he tried to like jazzy. he really tried. but there was something about him that the tabby cat just didn’t like

• “your damn cat chewed on my shoes again!” • “maybe if you were nicer to her…” • “what was that?” • “nothing!”

• dal eventually started spending the night at your house. and he loved sleeping next to you, but so did jazzy

• it would be late, 2am, and dallas would be woken up to the little brown cat walking along his chest and scratching his head

• it took everything in him not to shove her off the bed

• over time, jazzy began to warm up to him. instead is hissing every time she saw him, she would simply stare.

• once she even meowed at him, causing his heart to tug just a little

• and after a year into your relationship, dallas could finally tolerate your cat

• if you had to work a late shift, he would come over and feed her for you

• while you were in the bathroom, he would scratch her chin

• and rarely, if you fell asleep, he would pick her up and coo at her soft enough that you couldn’t hear. you did

• you would be sitting at your desk studying for a test as dallas paced around you room. he liked hanging out with you, but he got bored quick. and he hated just waiting around.

• “stop pacing, dal, you’re stressing me out” • “m’sorry, i’m just bored” • “go play with jaz, i’m sure she wants a friend” • “i’m not gonna play with that damn cat. she kept me up all last night”

• thoroughly believed cats at witches, and that’s part of why he hated them so much

• but as he watched jazzy slowly step into the room, meowing softly at you as your worked, he thought, they might not be so bad after all.

• he was proven wrong when jazzy pissed on his shirt he has thrown in the floor later that night

• you two might be sitting out the couch watching a movie and you had already fallen asleep on his shoulder. he would keep quite as you snored softly.

• a little while later jazzy jumped on the couch next to him. he totally flinched.

• “what do you want cat”

• he huffed, turning back to the tv. but the rest of the time he say, jazzy would come up and rub against his arm, meowing at him.

• he sighed, glad you were asleep, unable to see as he began to pet the cat, her eventually crawling into his lap to lay next to you head.

• he would have thrown the cat off him if it wasn’t for you sleeping.

• at least that’s what he told himself

• long story short, dallas still hates cats, but he can tolerate jazzy <3

[fortheloveofwonderland]

Darkness Declares Glory | Chapter 19 | S.R

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Chapter Summary - Luke Alvez wakes in the middle of the night to find his worst fears materialised on his doorstep. While Spencer fights for his life, Luke takes a trip to PIW.

Pairing - Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - dark angst | smut | eventual happy ending.

Warnings - drug use, overdose, relapse, hospitalisation, comas, attempted suicide, suicide note, heavy angst, seizures, tears, scared Luke, swearing.

WC - 4.9k

Chapter 19 - Away From the Sun

Luke Alvez rubbed his eyes with his palms, trying to shush Roxy’s barking as he padded out of the bedroom half asleep. 

“It’s ok, girl.” He croaked, patting her head. “I’m sure it’s nothing.” 

The nothing he referred to had been a loud crashing sound coming from directly outside his front door. It was nearly two am and the sound had woken him up, he’d always been a light sleeper. Roxy was spinning in circles, running back and forth from Luke to the door while Luke slowly ambled across the room. 

He reached the door but had been too tired to think to grab his weapon so instead of opening it he peeked through the peephole. The fisheye lens made it hard to distinguish what he was seeing and his foggy, sleepy brain didn’t help. There was what appeared to be a human shaped something on the floor in front of his door, slumped back against the wood. 

But as he blinked a few times it was the mess of curls that really caused him alarm. 

He suddenly threw open the door, heart racing heavily against his chest. The body that had been using the door to sit up, flopped to the floor in his doorway. 

“Spencer?” He scrambled to grab the man’s arms and helped him to his feet. 

Spencer was somewhat of a dead weight but Luke managed to get him up right. The younger man blinked at him, an eerie smile on his lips. 

“Luke.” He breathed. 

Roxy tried to nuzzle against Spencer as Luke got him inside and closed the door so he shooed her away. 

“Bed girl.” He told her sternly and she huffed but did as she was told. “What are you doing here?” 

Spencer blinked a few more times, leaning his body against the now closed door as though he physically could hold himself up. 

“Didn’t know where else to go. Didn’t wanna go home.” He slurred his words. 

“Why aren’t you at PIW?” 

Spencer shrugged, the effort of which caused him to wobble. 

“Assholes wouldn’t let me and Y/N be together. They begrudged us for having sex.” He giggled, a sound Luke had never heard from Spencer’s lips. “Left. Just left. Assholes pissed me off.”

The fear that consumed Luke at that moment was like nothing he’d ever felt before. He’d been in war zones, he’d chased down some of the worst criminals this world had ever seen but it was nothing compared to the terror he felt now. 

Spencer’s pupils were non-existent, his shirt was undone half way down his chest and stained with dirt. His left sleeve was rolled up to his bicep and Luke’s stomach turned at the fresh, pulsing needle mark on the crook of his arm. 

“Spencer, what have you taken?” It was a stupid question, but he still needed to check. 

Spencer fished in his pants pocket and pulled out a glass vial. He handed it to Luke without a fight. As he handed it over, Luke noticed his fingernails had a blue tint to them. When he looked back at his face, he realised now that Spencer’s lips were the same blue shade. A sheen of sweat coated his skin and suddenly his breathing started to become shallow. 

He was overdosing. He was overdosing right in front of Luke’s eyes. And if he thought he was scared before it had nothing on how he felt now. His heart beat so hard against his chest it made him feel sick, but he had to focus on Spencer, had to keep himself centred on the younger man. 

“Spence, I need to know how much you’ve taken.”

Spencer shrugged again, a dreamy smile gracing his lips as he slid down the door and landed on the floor with a thud. He fell to his side, nuzzling his face into the carpet. Luke dropped to his knees next to him. 

Spencer looked at him, eyes glazed over so Luke wasn’t even sure he was looking at him really. He reached out and pressed two fingers to the back of Luke’s hand. Spencer’s skin was frozen. 

“Didn’t want to die alone.” He croaked, breathing getting even shallower. “Don’t let me die alone.” 

And then suddenly he started convulsing, his muscles spasming and his eyes rolling back in his head. Luke gasped loudly, rolling him onto his back. 

“Jesus Christ.” He started to panic watching the man seizing on his floor. “Fuck!” 

He leapt to his feet and ran as fast as he could back through to his bedroom where he found his cellphone and speedily dialled nine-one-one. Whilst on the phone to the operator he grabbed something from his bathroom cabinet and quickly hurried back to Spencer’s side.

“You have to hurry, please. He’s going to die if you don’t hurry!” Was the last thing Luke said before he hung up and tossed the phone aside.

Dropping back to his knees next to Spencer he ripped open the packet of the item he’d grabbed from the bathroom. After the night Luke had seen Spencer in the hospital with the self-inflicted stab wound, and explaining it all to Lisa, she’d written the whole team scripts for naloxone. 

Naloxone was known specifically for its use to reduce and potentially reverse the effects of opioid overdose. She’d insisted they all carried a shot just in case they should ever need it. He’d hoped he never would. 

He gripped Spencer’s wrist and held his left arm as still as possible while Spencer still writhed on the floor. He uncapped the needle with his teeth, spitting the cap out somewhere across the room. Spencer’s veins weren’t hard to miss given his previous activities and it allowed Luke to quickly pierce the skin and inject the possibly life saving drug into his vein. 

The effects of naloxone, Lisa had told him, can begin within two minutes when administered intravenously. It can block the effects of opioids for thirty to ninety minutes. He may just have enough time. He couldn’t let Spencer die here like this, not on his watch. 

He sat back on his haunches while Spencer’s limbs slowly stopped flying around. His breathing had all but stopped and he had to hope the naloxone would kick in soon. But regardless, he couldn’t sit back and do nothing. 

He knelt over Spencer’s body and started chest compressions, hopefully enough to keep the younger man alive until the drug kicked in. He knew more about heroin overdoses than he cared to, he’d read countless articles online after he’d found Spencer at the hospital that night. 

Heroin prevents the medulla in the brain from making you breathe when oxygen levels fall and carbon dioxide levels rise in your blood, causing respiratory depression. Overdoses occur more easily in people who have relapsed because they’ve lost their tolerance. 

He continued the chest compressions, counting in his head as he did so. Everything after that was a blur. 

The paramedics arrived and had to physically pull Luke off of Spencer so they could get to him. He vaguely remembered telling them about the naloxone, following them downstairs and jumping in the back of the ambulance. 

The drive to the hospital seemed to simultaneously last a lifetime and only a few minutes all at once. It was only when he jumped out of the back into the cold night outside the hospital emergency department that it occurred to Luke he was only wearing his boxers and a t-shirt. 

Roxy is home alone. Need to call the sitter. Need some clothes. Someone needs to bring me clothes. 

Need to call Emily.

He barely remembered the conversation that took place when he called his unit chief, and had no concept of how much time passed before she arrived at the hospital. He must have mentioned his lack of clothes as she brought some for him. By the time he dressed the rest of the team had now joined them to await their friend's fate, to see if Luke had done enough to save Spencer’s life. 

Luke didn’t speak again for several hours, despite his team's attempts to get him to talk. He just kept playing everything over in his head on a loop, trying to make sense of it. Emily sat vigil at his side and when he finally did speak, his voice was haggard and croaky.  

“Didn’t want to die alone. Don’t let me die alone.” He mumbled, not looking at her but staring at a spot on the far wall. 

“What?” Emily questioned softly. 

“That's what he said to me.” A tear crept from Luke’s eye. “He knew he was dying and he chose to be with me at the end.” 

“He’s not going to die.” Tara, who was apparently on his other side, spoke. “He will not die.” 

Luke hoped that was true, he needed it to be true. But he had a sinking feeling in his gut that this time Spencer had gone too far, that there was no coming back from it this time. 

And if he died, Luke would spend the rest of his life blaming himself. 

***

It was the longest night of any of their lives. The minutes stretched into hours, hours felt like they encompassed days. Not knowing was the hardest part, being kept in the dark about Spencer’s condition. The team got pulled away on a case, much to all of their frustrations but Luke, understandably, refused to leave. Emily allowed him to stay behind while the rest of them flew out to Ohio. 

Garcia left to get her laptop before rejoining Luke at the hospital but he barely noticed her presence. He was lost in his own little world that started and ended with the possibility of Spencer dying. 

Hours later a doctor finally approached them and Luke instantly snapped out of his state and jumped to his feet, heart racing erratically. Garcia had stepped out to speak to the team about something she’d found pertaining to the case so Luke was alone again. 

“How is he? Is he ok?” Luke spoke frantically, trying to read the doctor's expression and failing. 

“He’s stable for now. But he’s yet to regain consciousness. He’s fallen into a coma but we have no way to know when he will wake up, if he ever does. The naloxone you administered might have saved his life, Mister Alvez. If he doesn’t wake up, it’s not your fault. You did everything you could, but with his history of drug abuse, there really is no telling if he’ll make it through this or if his body has simply had too much.” 

“Can I see him?” Luke asked, not particularly wanting to dwell on the doctor's words. 

“Of course, follow me.” The doctor motioned towards the door and Luke followed silently. 

He tried not to let himself think about what awaited him in Spencer’s hospital room, he’d seen him in that state not so long ago and he dreaded having to witness it again. So he pushed it down and didn’t let himself consider it. 

The doctor showed him to Spencer’s room and left him alone soon after. Luke closed his eyes as he gripped the door handle, his stomach turning and lurching as he tried to control his breathing. 

When he opened the door, the scene was much the same as it had been a few months ago when Emily had called them to tell them Spencer had overdosed. His eyes were closed, an IV drip was attached to his arm and machines beeped and whirred around him. 

His skin was almost matching in colour to the white bedsheets, his hair lay lifelessly across the pillow. He looked peaceful, which was at least something. But Luke had hoped he’d never have to see his friend in this position again. 

“Goddammit, Reid.” Luke sighed, running his fingers through his hair as he came closer to the bed. 

The horrible reality set in that this man wanted to die more than anything else in the world. The kindest thing to do would be just put him out of his misery, a mercy killing of sorts. At least then he might finally be able to say goodbye to his demons. But of course Luke would rather Spencer wake up and defeat them rather than running from them. 

At some point as he stared at Spencer’s still form, tears started to silently roll down his cheeks. Each time he’d had to witness one of his friends in trouble, it chipped a little away from him. And as of late that had happened so much Luke was surprised there was anything left of him. 

From seeing Spencer in prison to almost losing Emily at the hands of Mr Scratch, Phil’s death, Lisa leaving him and then Spencer’s multiple attempts on his own life; it weighed heavily on the usually unflappable Luke Alvez. If Spencer died, he knew he wouldn’t recover from that. 

He looked away from Spencer, the noise from the machines letting him know that at least for now he was still alive. On the chair sat a clear plastic bag with Spencer clothes and belongings inside and Luke picked it up so he could slide into the chair. 

He rested the bag on his lap, drumming his fingers against it for a few moments before curiosity got the better of him and he emptied the contents from the bag. He bypassed his slacks, creased shirt and old converse, discarding them on the floor. 

The other items included a couple of hundred dollar bills, an empty vial of dilaudid, his apartment keys, a slightly worn purple and gold woven bracelet and a crinkled envelope. 

Luke turned the envelope over in his hands and his heart skipped a beat seeing the one word written on the front in Spencer’s chicken scratch handwriting. One word. One name. 

Luke. 

He looked up from the envelope to Spencer and back again before he hurriedly ripped the seal on the envelope and pulled out the sheet of legal paper inside. His mouth was bone dry, his hands trembling a little as he tried to unfold the paper. More tears escaped his eyes as he read the letter in his head. 

Luke, 

I’m sorry I failed you, I've failed all of you. I really wanted to get clean, for a time I did anyway. For a small window I really wanted to sort my life out. But as Gideon once told me, some people are beyond saving. And I fear I became one of them. 

If you’re reading this letter, you’re probably being handed it by a hospital worker and I am probably already dead. I’m sorry I put this on you, I’m sorry you had to be the one. But truthfully even though we’ve not known each other all that long, you’re the one person I wanted to be with at the end. 

I’m sorry for that, I’m sorry that you’ll have to live with that. But if it helps at all, I’m sure having you there as I take my final breaths will comfort me even if it doesn’t do the same to you. 

I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough for this world. 

Luke paused to wipe his eyes as his tears started to hinder his vision. He rubbed them heavily with his palms, a stifled sob leaving his throat before he forced himself to continue. 

If by some stroke of luck I survive this, Luke I need you to do something for me. I need you to have me committed. Like really committed, padded cell committed. I can’t do it myself, I’ll back out. I need you to do that for me, to save me from myself. Please. I need your help. 

I will fight you on it, I’m sure of it, but I need you to do this. No matter what I say, it’s the best place for me right now. I know you’ll help me, I know you’ll do this for me without getting overly invested like JJ or Penelope or even Emily. You’re the only one I can trust to help me. 

I apologise in advance how much I will try to fight you on it but deep down I know it’s where I need to be. The only way I’m ever likely to finally beat this is if I’m locked away from temptation and out of harm's way. 

If I survive this. But truthfully I hope that I don’t. I’m sick of it all, you know? I’m just sick and I’m tired. Death has to offer some kind of relief. I don’t believe in the afterlife as you know, but honestly I’m just looking forward to the peace and quiet that death will bring. I can’t go on like this anymore, and I think somewhere inside of you, you’ll understand that. 

Tell my mom I love her and that I always will, even in death that doesn’t change. Give Y/N her bracelet back for me, but I think it would be best if she doesn’t know the truth. She’s struggling with her own sobriety and I don’t want to be the reason behind her downfall. 

Give Henry and Michael a hug goodbye from me and tell the team not to blame themselves. Don’t blame yourself either, whatever you do, don’t blame yourself. 

My death is not on your head. I just wasn’t strong enough to handle all the blows that have been dealt to me. I’m sorry it had to be you. I think we grew close pretty quickly and you became one of my best friends, Luke. There wasn’t anyone else I wanted by my side at the end. 

I’m really not sure how to end this and in truth I still have so much more to say. But I don’t want to take up anymore of anyone’s time, I’ve already burdened you all so much. 

Oscar Wilde wrote - “Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grass waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forget life, to be at peace.”

I so want to be at peace, 

Spencer W. Reid

The smudges on the page indicated Spencer had been crying as he’d written it and fresh tears from Luke’s eyes joined the dried ones. Luke read and reread the letter several times, soaking in each word and committing them to memory. 

His heart ached for his friend. His heart shattered at the evidence before him of Spencer’s fractured state of mind. Maybe death would be the better option for him, to finally be at peace. 

Garcia found him soon after and he quickly tucked the letter away in his pocket, not quite ready to share it with anyone else just yet. It wouldn’t help anyone else to read it, it would only upset them. For now they all just needed to focus on Spencer and pray he would make it through this. 

And if he didn’t, then maybe Luke would rethink sharing his last words with the team. 

***

It was over a week since Spencer had abruptly left PIW and you’d missed him for every single second of that time. It was strange how you’d found yourself so bound to a man you barely knew, how much his absence had affected you. 

You carried his chip around in your pocket and now you sat in your bed twirling it over in your palm. You’d spent one night together in a drug fuelled sexual frenzy in which you’d imprinted on him. Clearly he’d also had the same impression on you. 

When he approached you for the first time in the rose garden there was something hauntingly familiar about him, as though you’d met in some kind of past life and your souls had been entwined ever since. 

You’d carried a hazy memory of the night you spent together somewhere deep in your subconscious and it was only when he’d made love to you in the garden that it dislodged itself and floated to the surface. You must have left a piece of your heart tangled between his bedsheets that night without your knowledge. 

But you had to stick by your convictions. No matter how much your heart yearned for him, your rehabilitation had to be your focus. Being with a man who was tied to that time of your life would do you no good. He was an addict just like you and addicts would only facilitate the addictive behaviour in each other. But you couldn’t stop thinking about him which couldn’t be good for you either. It really was a catch twenty two. 

Although the chances were you’d never see him again, he’d left the institute and you had no way to track him down once you finished your stay here. All you had left of him was his one year sober chip. And in turn he still had your bracelet. 

You were still toying with the chip when there was a soft knock at your door. You closed your palm around it just as it opened and your doctor, Doctor Yang strolled in. 

“You have a visitor. I told them to leave seeing as you don’t have an approved visitor list but they are being incredibly stubborn, flashing an FBI badge and refusing to leave.” She sighed a little as she spoke. “You don’t have to see them but I’m not sure they’re going to leave if you don’t.” 

Your eyebrows knitted together. FBI badge? No, it couldn’t be Spencer, surely he wouldn’t have actively come back? But what if he had? What if he’d come back for you? 

You suddenly jumped up from the bed, pocketing the chip and nodded at Doctor Yang. 

“I’ll see them.” You insisted, subtly trying to smooth down your hair. 

“Thank you.” Yang gave you a relieved smile. “He's in the day room.” 

You followed her hurriedly from the room, heart racing with anticipation. If Spencer had come back for you, you had no doubt that you would throw yourself into his arms and tell him to never leave you again. You’d tell him you loved him, despite yourself you really did. You’d beg him to hold you forever. 

You rounded the corner and stepped into the day room, eyes flitting around the room in desperation to find his face. But none of the people in the room resembled Spencer. 

A man with dark hair and kind eyes was smiling at you from the table by the window, motioning you over. You frowned at him as you took a few tentative steps across the room towards him. 

When you reached him, he stood up and held out a hand for you to shake. You took a few seconds of caution before complying and shaking his hand. It was large and strong, albeit slightly calloused. 

“Y/N?” He said your name and you nodded as you both slid into chairs either side of the table. “I’m SSA Luke Alvez. I’m a friend of Spencer Reid.” 

Your heart immediately plummeted into your stomach, sure there could only be one reason a friend of Spencer would visit you. You stuffed your hand into your pocket and clutched the chip for dear life. You averted your gaze to the table, unable to look at this man when you spoke. 

“He’s dead isn’t he?” You croaked, feeling the tears already working their way to your eyes. You heard SSA Luke Alvez sigh.

“He, uh, overdosed. But he’s not dead. He’s in a coma, but he’s still alive.” 

Your eyes shot up and met his. They were a deep, soothing brown and you felt comforted just looking into them. 

“He’s alive.” You swallowed. 

“Yeah, I mean he’s in pretty bad shape, doctors don’t know exactly if he will wake up or not. But yeah.” Luke nodded slowly. “He wrote me a letter, I think it was supposed to be a, uh, suicide note.” 

You closed your eyes and grinded your teeth furiously, gripping the chip so tightly your nails dug into your palm. 

“Is it my fault?” You whispered, keeping your eyes screwed tightly shut. 

“No.” Luke mumbled and then you felt his hand on your arm. You opened your eyes and looked at him again. “No one is to blame, Y/N. He's a manic depressive with a drug problem. He specifically asked me in the letter not to tell you, he was worried it would impede your recovery.”

“Yet, here you are.” You narrowed your eyes on him, removing your arm from beneath his hand. 

“Here I am.” He smiled sadly. “I thought you’d want to know, I guess. If it were me I’d want to know.” 

“What did he tell you about me?” You surprised Luke with your words, you could tell by the way his eyebrows furrowed. 

“I uh, I’m not sure how to answer that.” 

“Did he tell you he’d manufactured a whole relationship with me in his head? He thought I was his ex-girlfriend and that I worked for the FBI.” 

“Yeah.” Luke rolled his bottom lip between his teeth. “When he woke up here he kept asking us about you and we had no idea who you were. When he figured out it had all been in his head, he was a complete wreck. I think coming to terms with that was the hardest thing he’d ever had to do. I don’t exactly know what the real story was.”

“I’m still piecing everything together myself.” You removed your hand from your pocket and brought the chip out with it. “At some point we met while we were both high. I guess we hooked up and then went our separate ways. It wasn’t unusual for either of us I don’t think, it certainly wasn’t for me. But what was strange is the way I held onto that memory even without realising it. He stuck with me. I think he always will.” 

“I think his false recollections of you were the only thing keeping him going. And when he realised they weren’t real, he found you again. I think in some kind of weird way you’re like his guardian angel.” Luke shrugged.

“I’m a drug addict who slept around with a bunch of guys while I was high.” Your lip twitched at the corner. 

“I did say it was in a weird way.” Luke laughed lightly. 

“You’re not here to get me to come see him are you? Because if you asked me to, I would without hesitation. But I know that if I do see him it will do me more harm than good right now.” You rolled the chip in your hand. 

“No, I wouldn't ask you to do that.” Luke glanced at the chip, instantly knowing what it was, before looking back into your eyes. “I just thought you’d want to know.” 

“Thanks.” You quickly pocketed the chip again. “I did want to know and I also didn’t want to know. But thanks.” 

“You’re welcome I guess.” Luke gave you a tight lipped smile. 

“I love him, you know?” You whispered, averting your gaze back to the table top. “Which is such a fucking weird thing to admit seeing as I barely know him. But I do. I love him with my entire being and I think in some kind of twisted way we’re kindred spirits. But two addicts would only ever pull each other down.”

Luke sighed, pushing his chair back and getting to his feet. He didn’t want to stay away from the hospital for too long in case something happened to Spencer. You looked up at him as he stood and he saw the tears behind your eyes. 

“I know for certain that he feels the same way about you. And I think deep down he would probably agree with you.” 

You stood up and smiled sadly at Luke. There was something about him that relaxed you, that made you feel safe. 

“I uh, don’t get many visitors.” You wrapped your arms around yourself. “I mean, any really. So uh, if you ever wanted to come back to tell me how Spencer is doing or whatever…I wouldn’t hate it.” 

“Any friend of Spencer’s is a friend of mine.” Luke smiled at you and held his hand out to shake yours again. 

It was hard to say who was more surprised when you bypassed his hand shake and threw yourself into his arms. 

Luke hesitated for a moment before cautiously wrapping his arms around you as you nuzzled against his chest. He felt your tears seeping into the fabric of his shirt. You held him so tightly as though you were afraid he might disappear. His heart ached for you, being in here with no kind of support system. 

But Luke decided he would take on the responsibility. You clearly meant the world to Spencer and maybe by comforting you it would help ease Spencer’s troubles too. 

The hug lasted several minutes and Luke allowed you to cry all your tears against his chest. When you finally pulled back you wiped your eyes on the back of your hand. 

“Sorry,” you swallowed. “That was embarrassing.” 

“Don’t be sorry.” Luke shot you a smile. “What are friends for?” 

You couldn’t help but smile at the sentiment as Luke offered you a wave before turning on his heels and heading towards the door. You watched him go, snaking your arms back around your waist. Luke seemed like a good guy, and you so sorely needed people in your corner right now. 

And who knows, maybe one day you’d be strong enough to see Spencer again. If he didn’t kill himself by then. 

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[cupoftaae]

9 with Yoongi please😍😍😍

"and why are you so jealous" x YOONGI

warnings- angst, swearing, drinking, references to hookups, yoongi is a fuck boyyyy

A/N- sorry for the late posting, I hope you enjoy sweetheart! <3

You sat outside the bar in the front seat of your car, eyeing the drunk people leaving as the clock read nearly 3am.

Yoongi, your roommate, had called you a bit prior, asking if you could so graciously drive his drunk ass back home. You agreed, well, because you are desperately in love with the fucker, even if he pissed you off.

the thing is, you didnt mind doing shit for him, but he was just an asshole most times. Yoongi wasnt the kind of guy who would date someone like you, he was out every weekend with his friends at some bar and probably hooking up with any girl within a 5 mile radius who'd let him.

You would let your hopes rise again anytime he did something for you, the expectations were on the floor, considering the action of him helping you clean the apartment would fluster you.

"okay, I gotta go baby"

you looked out the window, seeing yoongi walking towards your car with some drunk chick hanging off of him

"you'll call me right?" she whined, hands holding his shirt

"of course I will, first thing tomorrow" he grinned, helping her off to one of her friends.

You smirked because you knew his ass was not calling her back.

thats how yoongi was, thats the kind of person you fell for, and it wasnt this behavior that made you fall- it was all the way back to 8 months ago, when you and yoongi visited his mother in the hospital, youve never seen him so vulnerable, you held him in your arms as he cried about all of his fears.

It was tragic yet beautiful to see someone who puts on a front all the time, finally break.

You stayed against him like glue during that time, which ultimately resulted in an emotionally constipated hook up between you both.

Neither of you mentioned it ever again, especially when not too long after that he started going out on weekends again- forgetting you.

"sorry for making you pick me up...." he mumbled, crawling into the passenger seat.

"'s okay...I dont mind" you shrug, starting the car again

you felt his eyes on you, a small shiver going down your spine as you forced yourself to pay attention to the road.

"you have fun tonight?" you tried to speak, avoiding his glances.

"you look really pretty, why are you so dolled up?" he asked, voice soft

You were a bit taken back, yoongi never spoke about you like this, even in his drunk state.

"thank you..?...im not dolled up...im just wearing a shirt and jeans, I fell asleep in my work outfit."

he smiled, "oh...well its cute" his hand reached over to play with your hair a little, making you jump

"yoongi-"

"what?"

You took a breath and tried to just stay quiet until you pulled against the curb outside of the apartment, parking the car.

neither of you got out yet

"why are you still staring at me?" you mumbled, turning on the car light to grab your phone that had fallen beneath your seat.

He shrugged, "because I wanna kiss you" his voice slurred

You sat up quickly, head banging against the steering wheel "wh- fuck!"

His eyes widened "shit, you okay?" he reached a hand out

"im fine! dont...touch me" you managed to speak, turning the light off. "what makes you suddenly want to kiss me, yoongi?"

"i dont know you look cute, its not a big fucking deal" he chuckled, eyes still trailing your body

You waited a moment to gather your thoughts, "actually it is, because you say that to every girl you meet, you told that girl you'd call her and I know you wont. You cant keep treating young girls like this, yoongi. Its wrong, we get attached easily and we dont appreciate being led on."

He smirked, "okay...and why are you so jealous?"

You choked "jealous??"

"yeah, jealous"

"im not fucking jealous, yoongi, im mad that you think this is okay behavior."

"and if there were no other girls you wouldnt have reacted the way you just did- in face, I bet you would kiss me in a heartbeat." he spoke

"youre a dick, you know that?"

he nods, smirking

"proud of that?"

"meh" he shrugged

You bit the inside of your cheek and felt a wave of emotion come over you. You realized that he will never change, hes not yours and probably never will be, and you are wasting your time waiting for the yoongi from 8 months ago to come back.

"go fuck yourself" you got out and slammed the car door, leaving him behind.

His eyes sadly watched you walk away, he mentally cursed himself for fucking up again.

He knew he would never have you, and he was to blame.

[vanfleeter]

Matched: Chapter 6 - The Oversight & The Future

Characters: Jake Kiszka x Thea Foster Warnings: 18+. Angst. Language. Relationship strain. Fluff. Mentions of marriage. Smut. Sex. Unprotected sex (p in v). A/N: Lock in for the whirlwind.

Month three. Exhaustion is starting to hit, the irritation and frustrations are growing. We’re nearly done with this album, just a few more songs to record and then we move onto the album art. Something we can’t all agree on.

I haven’t seen Thea in a month due to constantly being in the studio, recording, writing, doing interviews when they come up. I’ve tried to push them onto Sam or Danny so I could make more time with Thea, but they turn them down nearly every single time.

Feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket, I pull it out to see Thea calling. I can’t help but to smile at the sight of her name as I set my guitar to the side and answer her call. “Good morning,” I answered.

“Good morning,” She responds. I can hear the smile in her tone. “I woke up this morning and you were already gone..”

“I know, I’m sorry.. I totally forgot that I had this interview to do..” I lean forward on my knees and brush my hand through my hair.

“You’ve been doing them a lot lately..” She says.

“Yeah, I know..” I huff. “I guess this is what happens when you push them all on someone else for so long that now the tables have turned..”

“What time are you going to be home tonight?”

“Probably not until late, we have to finish these last few songs and Josh has been such a bitch lately.. Such a fucking perfectionist that it’s starting to annoy me..”

“Oh.. Okay.”

“I’m sorry..”

“No, don’t worry about it. But uh, since you’re not going to be back until late, then I guess I’ll just go back to my place after work. I've been kind of neglecting my plants,” She slightly laughs.

“Oh right, okay.. But tomorrow–you and me, coffee date. I’ll pick you up.”

“Okay, then I’ll see you tomorrow,” She says before hanging up.

My brows knit together as I pull my phone away. No ‘I love you’ before she hangs up? I go to open our text thread when the door to the studio opens and Josh steps inside followed by Sam and Danny. I send her a quick ‘I love you’ text before locking my phone and putting it away.

–

It really wasn’t until late when we finally left the studio and I crashed as soon as my head hit the pillow. Though it wasn’t until the sun was blinding me that I finally woke up. My eyes bugged when I saw the time on the clock. 12:30pm. “Shit, shit, shit!” I scramble out of bed, finding that I fell asleep in my clothes from the night before. Reaching my phone, I discover that it’s nearly dead and filled with notifications. Half were from Thea wondering if I’m on my way and the other half from Josh asking me the same thing.

Dialing Thea’s number, I hold the phone between my ear and shoulder as I race to change my pants. But the call goes to her voicemail. I try again but the same thing happens.

“Thea, I’m so sorry.. I forgot to set an alarm and I overslept.. I missed our coffee date, please forgive me.. I’ll make it up to you, I swear. Come to the studio around six if you can and we’ll go to dinner, my treat. I love you.”

I hadn't heard from her all day, constantly checking my phone for a text or a missed call. Anything. But whenever I looked, my phone was void of her presence.

“Hey, don’t make any plans tonight,” Sam says as he packs up his bass. “Mom and Dad are in town, they want to meet up for dinner tonight with all of us.”

“Sam, I can’t,” I say as I pick up my guitar and put it away in its case. “I told Thea that I’d take her out to dinner tonight, I can’t bail on her. I already missed coffee this morning and I’m pretty sure she’s pissed at me.”

“How do you know she’s pissed?”

“Radio silence, Sam. She won’t even answer my calls..” I picked up my guitar case and my jacket. “Tell them sorry, but I can’t make it to dinner tonight.” Racing out of the studio, I get out to my car when my phone starts to ring in my pocket. Thea’s name flashes on the screen. Sighing in relief, I quickly answer her call. “Hey! I’m glad you called. Be ready in like ten minutes, I’m on my way to pick you up.”

“Jake..”

“I’m thinking maybe we could go for tacos.. I’ve been craving them all day and-”

“Jake.”

“Yeah?” I pause with my hand on the door handle.

“I don’t want tacos..”

“Okay, we can always get something el-”

“Today was long and exhausting and all I want to do is sleep..”

My shoulders drop and I drop my hand from the car door. “Oh.. Maybe I can come over and make you that tea-”

“Not tonight, Jake..” I hear her sigh. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Oh, okay.. I’ll talk to you t–” The call ended before I finished and I dragged the phone away from my ear as the call faded from the screen. “I love you..” I mumble as I stuff my phone into my pocket.

“Coming to dinner tonight, I assume?” Sam says after he walks out of the building. “That call didn’t sound–”

“Shut up, Sam.” I say, yanking open the car door. “But fine, I’ll be at dinner tonight.”

–

Parking my car, I look over at my parents’ car in the next space over. I really didn’t want to be here, I wanted to be with Thea. I shouldn’t be feeling like this because we hardly get to see them, but at the same time, I also have been neglecting my relationship with Thea. I can admit that.

Turning the engine off, I climb out of the car and make my way into the restaurant. Almost immediately I’m pulled into a hug from my mother. “I’ve missed you!” She says as she hugs even tighter. “I want to hear all about your trip! You’ve barely sent anything home besides a few phone calls.” I promised I’d tell her about the trip, but leaving out one major detail. Dad was next to hug me and tell me how happy he is to have me back on solid ground.

For the next hour, I spent nursing a beer and pushing the food around on my plate while everyone else was chatting happily with each other. I know that Mom took notice, I’ve been feeling her eyes on me for quite some time. Her hand comes to rest gently on mine and I look up to meet her eyes.

“Is everything alright?” She asks in a quiet voice as to not grab anyone’s attention. I know lying to her won’t work, it never has, so why should I start now?

“I think we’re drifting apart, Ma,” I set my fork down. “And I know it’s my fault.”

“How so?”

“I’ve been working so much–no matter how much I try to make time, something always comes up. We were supposed to have a coffee date, but I overslept. I wanted to make it up by taking her out to dinner tonight, just her and I, but then–”

“Then we came along and ruined your plans?” I shake my head and she laughs. “I’m only joking, Jake.”

“She said she was tired, and wanted to sleep..” I tap my finger on the table. “It’s been a month, and there’s nothing I can do except to keep trying..”

“It won’t be like this for long,” She says as she grabs my hand again. “At least until the album is finished.”

“Yeah.. But then comes more interviews and press.” I lean back in the chair. “She’s not happy, and I can’t blame her.”

“Don’t you have time before the tour starts?”

“A few weeks.”

“Take her out on the boat for a few days,” Mom says. “I’m sure she’d love it.”

“You think so?”

Mom smiles. “You both need some time away–together. Balance is important and I know you’re trying.” She pats my hand and smiles before going back to speak with Dad.

–

On my way home from dinner, I decided to make a stop at Thea’s apartment. I knock on her door and wait to hear her footsteps on the hardwood floor as she comes to the door. But none came, so I knocked again. Still no answer. She must be asleep then. I start to walk away, to go back down to the car, when the door opens followed by her voice.

“Jake?” I turn back to find her in her pajamas, rubbing her eyes as she yawns. “What are you doing here?”

“I, uh, I wanted to come see you. I know you wanted to sleep but..”

“No, no, it’s okay..” She waves me in and closes the door behind me. “I want to apologize for blowing you off..”

I shake my head and pull her in close to kiss the top of her forehead. “I can’t be mad at you,” I say when I pull away. “I just thought, because we haven’t seen much of each other, we could have gone out or something.. Plus I felt guilty for missing our coffee date.”

“Don’t worry about that,” She walks over to the kitchen and grabs a brown paper bag. “I assumed you had overslept after working so late, which you confirmed in your voicemail.” She hands me the bag and leans against the counter. “So I picked up a muffin for you.”

“Thea, you didn’t have to..” Now I feel even worse. I close the bag and cross over the floor to press my lips to hers. “I’ve been so flaky with you and you still, for some reason, give all this love. I don’t deserve it after all that’s been going on.”

She smiles and pulls me back in for a kiss. “It’ll all be worth it though,” She says. “Not much longer.” Her arms wrap around my neck and she kisses me again, this time deepening it.

“Please tell me you’re mad, so I can feel guilty.”

Thea smiles and kisses me again. “I’ll be honest, I am just a little bit.”

“You and me, we are taking a trip once this album is done,” I wrap my arms around her and pull her close. “We have a break for a few weeks in between the album’s release and the start of the tour. I only have to do a few interviews that will be pre recorded and released sporadically over time, but we are taking a trip.”

“On the boat?”

I smile and nod my head. “I’m finding a way to have it brought to the coast. We’re going to go sailing for a couple weeks, wherever the wind takes us.”

“You sound like a chick flick.” She laughs.

I can’t help but to roll my eyes. Sometimes I have a way with words, though they do tend to make me sound like an eighteenth century writer. I think I sound romantic, but others find me weird. To each their own, I guess.

That night I made love to her. In the month we’ve barely seen each other, we could both feel the need drawing us to each other. A primal need, one we’ve been craving. And as much as I wanted to turn her around and bend her over the kitchen counter right in that moment and just fuck her, my heart was demanding for this to be taken slow.

After all, it had been a month. One slow and agonizing month.

After we had managed to strip each other naked, between all of the kissing and fondling, I scooped her in my arms and carried her down the hall to her bedroom and laid her on the bed. I knew that she knew that I could hardly contain myself as she pulled me on top of her.

Crawling over top of her, I lay in between her legs and line myself up with her entrance. Slowly I push myself into her, her whimpering moans filling my ears. Oh how I’ve missed hearing that. I take it slow, thrusting into her, making this last for as long as I can.

I know these remaining few months are going to be difficult, and I won’t see her as much. But I know after it’s all said and done, we will travel. I’ve wanted to take her out on the boat, sail the open seas with her, and show her the world as I’ve seen it.

I feel her clench around my cock, signaling that she’s close. Feeling myself nearing my own, I thrust deeper into her, placing hungry kisses to the side of her neck.

We soon reach our end and I fall on top of her, breathing heavily. “I love you,” I whisper as I kiss her chest. “I hope you know that.”

“Of course I do,” She drags her fingers through my hair. “I love you too.”

Removing myself, I slide onto the bed beside her and she lays against my chest. “This album,” I begin to speak, resting my arm behind my head. “Might be the last one, for a while.”

She lifts her head, resting her chin in hand across my chest. “You’re really going to go through with it? Is that what you want?”

“No,” He says. “But it’s what has to be done. The band already took a break once before and it was beneficial for all of us. As much as I know that Sam and Danny are eager to get back into the stride of things, and as much as I thoroughly enjoy making music and touring and living out my dream.. I know that deep down, and I know he’ll deny it, Josh wants to pursue film. He dipped his toe back into it while I was away and he’s so passionate about it.. I think it’s time to change places–at least for a little while.”

“You’d be okay giving up the band to help him with his film?”

I nod my head. “Of course. He’s given half his life to this band, to my dream. So once we finish this album, and the tour–we’re gonna stop for a while.”

“How long?” She asks.

I rest my hand on her back, drawing soft circles on her skin. “Until he is content,” I say. “And long enough so that you and I can start a life together, if you want that too.”

She smiles and moves closer to kiss me. “Of course I do. I want it all with you. Tell me about it.”

“About this life.” She moves to sit up, and brushes her hair behind her ear. “I’ve seen the smile on your face as you dream. So.. Tell me about it.”

A smile spreads across my face and I push myself up into a sitting position. I reach my hand forward and brush my hand across her face. “They have your eyes. All three of them.”

Her head cocks to the side as her lips curl into a smile and her eyebrows rise. “Three?”

I smile and nod my head. “Two boys, and a girl. Michael and Henry.”

“The girl doesn’t have a name?”

“I never knew her name, but she was definitely your mini-me.”

“What else was in this dream of yours?”

I cleared my throat and shifted my place on the bed and I continued on about my dream,

“We have a home, with a lot of land. There’s a creek nearby that the children love to play in apparently. With the house there is a porch, where we can sit and enjoy the sunsets in the evenings and watch our children run around and have fun. I know for a fact that it will be a home for us to grow old in too.”

She gently brings her hand to my face and caresses my cheek, her thumb softly rubbing over my skin. “That sounds beautiful. And it was all with me?”

I nod my head. She smiles and brings her face closer to kiss me. Not a hungry kiss but a passionate one. When she pulls away she grabs my right hand and pulls it to her lips. “This might sound a little crazy and it’s so spontaneous, but.. What if we didn’t wait?”

“What do you mean?” I ask, placing my other hand over hers.

She smiles, laughing softly, as she places her other hand on top of mine. “What if we elope?”

Elope?

“I-I know it’s soon and we haven’t been together for long but I love you and I want everything with you. I want that dream that you had, I want all the children with you, I want to grow old with you. Every trial and tribulation laid out before us, I want to go through them with you.” She holds my hands a little tighter. “I loved Sam, but I didn’t see a future with him. I waited for you to come back because I knew that you and I were meant to be together.”

“Is this your way of proposing?” I tease.

She smacks her lips and I chuckle. “So what if it is?”

I smile and untangle our hands before sliding out of the bed and going over to my dresser where I had my small jewelry box sitting up on top. Lifting the lid, I search for the right ring before going back over to her.

“It might be a little big for your tiny fingers but…” I pick up her left hand and slide the silver band onto her ring finger. “I’ll buy you an actual one later,” She smiles and I bring her hand to my lips to kiss it. “Dorothea Foster, I have pined after you for years, hoping one day I’d finally get the chance to love you. And I finally got that chance and now I don’t want to let you go. Will you do the honor of marrying me?” I saw a tear slide down her cheek, and I reached up to wipe it away. She nods her head and I pull her in for a kiss.

Climbing over my lap and straddling my waist, she draws me in deeper. I slide my hands down her back and grip her ass in my hands. She giggles against my lips and I smile. Reaching her hand down between us, she grips my length in her hand and gives it a few pumps before she’s inserting it inside of herself.

“Oh fuck,” I groan as she sinks down around me. Keeping one arm wrapped around her, I use my other to lean on as I thrust my hips upward. We start to move together, kissing each other.

Turning us over, I lay her on her back and continue pumping myself inside of her. My name falls from her lips repeatedly, begging me to keep going. I could feel the lust ravaging through my veins, overpowering everything. Her hands dig into my back, clawing at my skin, no doubt leaving marks on my skin.

But just like our first time together, she holds tightly to my body with her legs before flipping us over. She rides me relentlessly, chasing her own high as she brings me to mine.

Climbing off of me, she lays down on the bed before moving over to cuddle into the side of my body. I didn't know how much I had needed her until I felt her release coating me. I held her tightly, unsure of when I’d see her again before our boat trip.

I can’t wait for that trip. Just her and I alone with nothing but the open seas and the blue skies. I’ll teach her how to sail and how to fish, we’ll sleep beneath the stars, maybe even make love every night. I just want it all with her.

And to elope, it sounds crazy, I’ll admit. Eloping was never a thought but it is now. We don’t need a big wedding and a lot of witnesses. It can just be the two of us, getting married somewhere beautiful. In a matter of months it will be happening.

I feel her poke my cheek, pulling my attention away from my thoughts. “What are you thinking about?”

“Us eloping..”

“Do you not want to go through with it?”

“No, of course I do.. I’m just thinking about how to do it.”

Thea props herself up on her elbow beside me, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “And how do you want to do it?”

“I think we should do it while we’re away on the trip, go someplace that we both love, and just do it there.” I lay my arm behind my head and look at the ceiling. “Maybe I’ll even ask Josh to officiate it. He can be ordained to do so online and he’d be the only one who knows–at least for now.”

“I think he’d absolutely love to do it.”

“And possibly when the tour is over, we can have a party with our family and close friends to celebrate.”

Thea smiles and leans down to kiss me. “That sounds like the perfect plan.. But just one minor problem.”

I pull my eyebrows together in confusion as I look at her. “And what would that be?”

“Do you trust that Josh will keep his mouth shut for the time being?”

“Worth the risk.” I wink at her and pull her in for a kiss.

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I'm Sorry - Connor Rhodes

Requested: yes

Word count: 1,199

Warning: not a happy ending, angst i suppose

a/n: again, hugging connor so so tightly

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“What do you want from me? To throw away all I've worked for?" "All I'm asking for is your time." from the ‘Can we fix it?’ prompt list [Connor rhodes]

Deciding to be a teacher after years of flipping between what you wanted to do was difficult. At first it was nursing, which you gave up on when you realized how hard it was to memorize everything. And that maybe a job where you lost people almost daily wasn’t something you wanted. 

And then it was being an artist. Because you painted in your free time. And you took the art classes and it was nice for a bit. But then you realized that it wasn’t a stable enough income. 

Which is how you landed on teaching. Being able to shape the minds of young children, students. It was enticing. So you started working towards it. And you were finally in the home stretch. 

The problem though was that your boyfriend, one Dr. Connor Rhodes barely got the chance to see you. And you barely saw him. Between the classes, shadowing at the school downtown, his shifts and the way he was on call, there was barely enough time for you guys to do anything. 

But you tried. Taking every chance you could to slip to the hospital, grab a small lunch, just pop in to see him. And it worked for a bit, things were fine until he started his fellowship and suddenly he was practically married to the hospital. 

The times you saw him dwindled and you stopped staying up to see him when he got home. He knew it was affecting you two. Knew that you were slowly getting pushed to your wits end but Connor figured you’d work it out when your classes were through. 

And it would have if he hadn’t forgotten about the dinner you had planned that night when he agreed to stay for the night shift. Now, you weren’t the best cook but you had pulled together a nice meal that sat on the kitchen table as the time passed. 

Eight turned into nine. Nine turned into ten. Eleven. And you gave up before it reached 11:30, cleaning things up and changing into pajamas. Not even a text from the surgeon explaining his absence. 

You

Hey, don’t know if you’ll see this but you missed dinner. 

Connor 

Shit.. I completely forgot I took a double at the  hospital I’m sorry I’ll make it up to you

You

Yeah, okay.

To say you were mad was an understatement. Even the small message he sent had rage surging through your body. One that he forgot but also the lack of an I love you. He’d barely said it the past few weeks, only if it was him reciprocating. 

So you shut your phone off and let yourself fall asleep on the couch, not bearing to go to bed, knowing you’d just wish Connor was there with his arms wrapped tightly around you. 

You were woken by the door closing, Connor trying as hard as he could to keep it from slamming but it slipped from his fingers as he tried to keep his duffle bag over his shoulder. 

“What the hell-“

“Sorry, sorry. I’m sorry,” He spoke quickly and softly, dropping the bag by the entrance and creeping into the living room where you were now sitting up, stretching out til you heard the light crack of your back. 

Your eyes fell on Connor, momentarily forgetting that you were considerably pissed at him. The second you remembered your small smile faltered, shifting into a frown, nearly a glare. 

Connor instantly knew why and he sighed, “Princess, I am so sorry. I got wrapped up into a surgery and Dr. Marcel had a family emergency so he couldn’t come in for the night shift-“

“We had that dinner planned for two weeks.” You cut him off, looking over at him. Usually you didn’t mind. But that was when he actually sent a message. At least something telling you the change of plans. But those had slowly dwindled recently. 

“I know I’m-“

You sighed heavily, “Connor I swear to god if you say sorry again,” You snapped, standing up. Your hands raked through your hair as you turned away from him. No part of you expected to have an argument with the man the second you woke up but you just couldn’t help how you reacted.

“We barely have any time together anymore. Last night was supposed to be our chance to actually sit down and have a real meal together. Even right now I’m wasting my time arguing when I have to get ready to shadow at the school soon.” You waved him off, going into the bedroom.

Connor was right on your heels, not willing to let any of this go, “Y/n, I know. I should have remembered and that’s on me. It is. I swear I’ll make it up to you,” He tried to grab your hand but you spun to face him.

“Will you? Or will it just slip your mind again? Cause I have a feeling it’ll be the latter. I obviously don’t matter to you as much as your job and that’s fine. Just be open about it.” You stared him down, eyes focused on his blue ones as he went to speak, nothing coming out.

You pursed your lips, going to grab clothes from the dresser. “So what? You’re just going to storm out of here? What do you want me to do? Throw everything away? Toss it all down the drain?” His arm pointed to the side as he spoke.

“All I want is your time, Connor. That’s all I have ever asked for. I get your job is important. I’d never ask you to choose between me and being a doctor but maybe… maybe you just can’t handle being a surgeon and having a girlfriend.” Your eyes were low, unwilling to raise them to him.

It was taking everything inside of you to keep your cool, eyes burning as you blinked back tears. “I can, I can handle it.” Connor reached for your hand again, this time clasping it between both of his, enveloping them in warmth. “I know you told me not to say it again but I am sorry. So much. But I can handle loving you and my job at the same time.”

Slowly you shook your head, looking up at him finally. He had hope deep in his gaze, that maybe, just maybe you’d forgive him. That he didn’t screw absolutely everything up. That all shattered when the first tear slid down your face.

“I really don’t think you can. I’m sorry but I’m not going to sit around and beg for a smidge of my boyfriend’s time. Not when I have stuff I need to focus on.” You sucked in a breath, pulling your hand from Connor’s and stepping back. “I’ll stop by when I’m done at the school today. Grab what I can and stay at my place.”

You turned and walked away from him, clothes tightly in your hand and a new gaping hole in your chest.

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[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

So like, I had this random thought. What if Eddie is in the hospital slowly recovering from his wounds in the upside down, and he is someone constantly getting his hands on a pack of cigerattes that have actual cigs in them when he first gets them. Though he isn't supposed to be smoking while recovering and well, someone has taken it in their own hands to replace his actual cigs with candy and they never fail to do so. No matter what he does. And Eddie's actually impressed with how well they are keeping up with him but god damn it he needs a smoke or else he is contemplating actual homicide this time.

Did I actually write something small for this? Yes, yes, I did.

Eddie gives a Sincere smile as he waves goodbye to the small group of people that dropped in to check up on him. Taking turns visiting him and Max, swapping rooms with the other half of the group after a while. It was exhausting on Eddie, but it was so worth it to be able to see that everyone else was okay. Though the second the last of them are out the door, leaving to head home he's shoving his pillows around and folding his body in half in a weak attempt at grabbing the pack of cigs he hid in the box spring.

Hands shaking with desperation, he thinks that he's going to finally be able to get nicotine in his system. Hospital be damned. He struggles to open the cardboard, before he pinches his fingers together like claws to reach in and grab a cancer stick. To only groan and throw his head back dramatically when he realizes it was a diabetes stick. What was once real cigs were now candy cigarettes and he was plotting murder. The amount of money that he has thrown at a brick wall to only receive sugar sticks was starting to piss him off.

Whoever was doing this was a fucking ninja. How the hell did they get underneath his box spring without him noticing. Better yet how the hell did they know he hid them in there. Once again it was very impressive but very annoying.

Sighing, he flops his head back on the pillow and turns his tv on as he slides one of the sticks in his mouth and starts to suck aimlessly.

Thing is, no matter where Eddie hides them the person finds them.

Under the bed? Found

Outside on the windowsill? Yeah, they found it.

Eddies shenanigans only get worse when he finally gets his hands on medical tape.

Taped behind the tv? They found it.

Taped under neath a chair? Found.

Taped to his ankle like a house monitor? Found.

Thing is Eddie still wasn't full recovered to really be able to pay attention to everybody when they visited. It was too overwhelming and exhausting that somedays he just fell asleep in the middle of a conversation to only wake up with his uncle in the chair next to him now.

He was slowly starting to not have the urge to smoke, but out of spite he was still going. He was still bewildered at how the guy pulled the swap out with it being taped to his actual body. Besides spite, he was also doing it for the candy cigarettes. Swapping one addiction for another.

Its been a few weeks, and Eddie was starting to be able to stay awake for long periods of times. Along with that but he was able to stand on his feet longer to hide the cigarette boxes. Now, you would think he would smoke immediately after buying them, but he couldn't. Not with the nurses around. That and a million of other excuses he finds himself making when he sees a opening to smoke.

Even though he bought a pack once a week, it seemed like the culprit was always able to swap them out the same day he got them. This meant that it must be a inside job, but all of the nurses really didn't seem that invested to commit to this for so long. Not only that but he was positive he would be more hypervigilant about a nurse getting up into his personal space. So, it has to be one of the children.

So now whenever they come in, he's so busy watching them that he doesn't catch whose switching them out.

It was slowly starting to grow old, not nearly as exciting as it used to be. To be rebellious.

So, if that's how he finds himself purposely buying a pack of cigarettes, using a old empty box and making sure to act normal so be it. And if a piece of paper is hidden in the box challenging whoever to find every single cigarette in the room than that was god's plan. And if Eddie proceeded to sit in his bed with a cocky smirk the next visit around then that was for him to know.

Though he is caught off guard when he finds a note finding its way in the box. Handwriting sloppy as it read

"I knew there was a reason why I never liked you."

It was obviously a joke, one that causes Eddie to laugh harder than what he has in a long time.

And if he finally ones up the culprit, putting a cigarette in his ear and "Falling" asleep, to only jump up and make King Steve piss himself.

Well then, that is only for him and everyone else who watches the video the staff gave them for their wedding. Numerous clips showing Eddie walking around like a goblin hiding his boxes. He feels dumb about forgetting the cameras. But what he is more shocked about is the two-gallon sized bags of cigarettes that Steve pulls out to show just how many he prevented Eddie from smoking.

Like, I wrote this while falling asleep so I know it isn't that great so if anyone wants to run with the idea go right ahead. I found this whole concept adorable. I know there are plot holes but it was just a quick drabble.

[bae04xx]

“fuck off!” i screamed, my voice hoarse from being half asleep, while i pushed my brother away from me. rolling over to the other side of my bed, i ignore his giggles,

“bastard, wake me up again and see what happens..” i mumble into my pillow, sensing his spine shoot up after hearing my threat.

“woah! y/n’s cranky aren’t you?” he cackles, before slapping me against the head and strolling out, as if he hadn’t been annoying the living fuck out of me, as if he was completely innocent!

ben being my brother had its perks, like ultimate protection from him and his weirdo gang, but it had a lot more cons. like some bitch at school looks at me the wrong way? oh well, it doesn’t matter to me, ben sees? she’s dead.

they’re so overdramatic.

and trust me, i haven’t had a decent night’s sleep since we moved into this hell hole. either i’m kept up by screaming, ben, gunshots or the lads bringing some random women back- that’s definitely the worst one.

everyone here had a purpose, i didn’t, my brother was some magical ghost that could hack into anything. i didn’t know shit about him, he would refuse to tell me, but he managed to work a deal so i could stay here, to keep me ‘safe’, because what’s safer than being around deranged serial killers? i was just deadweight, and while most people here tried to ignore that fact, considering i took care of them all fairly well, i knew it. my cooking, cleaning and caring skills were not nearly as useful as the dangerous shit they did.

but i’m sure they appreciated a home cooked meal after a long day of work, it calmed me down after a stressful day at school. winding down with them was something i loved, especially with jeff, we got on very well- despite ben and his rivalry. i ignored their petty arguments, and stormed off whenever they attempted to include me into them. i loved seeing how calm jeff could be around me, he was always so on edge, fierce, ready to pounce on anyone, but with me it wasn’t like that.

i could sit with him and just talk, sure he wouldn’t open up to me about anything, too closed off and stuck in his defensive mind to do anything of the sort, but he could relax with me- and i enjoyed that.

i missed normality a lot more than i let on, and ben could see that in me. the way i stared at the photos of us when we were young, how we would get high and i would ramble on about our old memories, he saw through my facade, and knew how much i missed my past life.

but this was me now, taking care of my shitty brother and his coworkers? friends? housemates? whatever he called them.

what pissed me off the most is how i was the only person in the house that still had to go to school. ben insisted on me getting an education, making something of my life- i think it was because he didn’t want me living in this shithole forever like he had to. i would come home from school everyday and waffle to toby about everything, he understood better than anyone. he could tell that deep down i did care, i cared about everything, too much. while i pretending to not give a fuck about the bitches i had to deal with, i would come running to him, crying in his arms after a hard day. i didn’t want a solution to my problem, i wanted a distraction, comfort. and ben couldn’t wrap his tiny brain around that, but toby could.

“they’re.. all just so horrible..” i sobbed as toby stroked my hair softly, holding me tightly in his arms, suddenly flicking his wrist from his ticks, he quietly cursed himself.

“i know, y/n, it’s going to be ok, i promise,” he whispered, gently wiping the tears from my face.

“they’re nasty because their jealous of you, jealous of your beauty and your confidence.”

“but.. i just want them to be nice to me..”

“i know baby, you don’t deserve this.”

toby was like a brother to me, unlike jeff who found comfort in me, i found comfort in toby. he was like my very own safety blanket, he would wrap me up in his arms and let me cry all my emotions out, carrying me to bed when i fell asleep in his arms and tucking me in. he was like the dad i had always wished for.

when everyone would argue, i would lock myself in my room. i hated it with every cell in my body. the boys would scream, yell, punch walls, kick doors in- and the dreadful sound of shots being fired. it would send me into a panicked frenzy. there was one particularly bad argument between ben and jeff once, over something stupid i can’t even remember.

“y/n- knock some fuckin’ sense into your deadbeat brother!”

“don’t bring my fucking sister into this- just because you’re in love with her! don’t think i can’t tell you fucking deranged pervert!”

“fuck off ben, like i would ever want to be with someone RELATED to you. if i had it my way you would be dead were you stand.”

i listened to their harsh words as jeff knocked on my door, making the walls vibrate.

“i don’t want to be involved! go away!” i screamed, tucking myself under the covers on my bed, pulling a pillow over my head to tune out their shouting- until i heard the familiar bang of masky’s gun.

i thought my heart fell out of my chest in that moment, my blood ran cold as i fumbled out of bed and ran to my door, swinging it open to find a hall in the opposite wall to my bedroom. i had never felt more relief in my life.

“stop fucking arguing. you’re keeping me awake.” masky said coldly as ben and jeff just stared at the bullet in the wall.

i hated living here.