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Hypothetically | Chapter 21-24

Summary: Reader and Spencer were friends in kindergarten, she watched him grow up and explore the world while she was still trying to catch up to him. now that they work together, they fall in love incredibly fast. friends to lovers, case of the week style story.

Warnings 18+: Murderers, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Blood, Guns, mentions of autopsy, Fluff, Falling In Love, Friends to Lovers, bed-sharing, Riding, Unprotected Sex, Virgin Reader, Case of the Week, original crimes, Food mention, Smut, Oral Sex, Light BDSM, Pregnancy, Pregnancy Talk, obgyn appointments and info, Home Invasion, Past Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Emotional Manipulation, Grooming, Pedophilia mention, non-con oral (male receiving), Pregnant Sex, Daddy Kink, Breeding Kink, Homophobia, conversion therapy

A/N; thee case in c21 is personal to me, like fictional revenge.

word count so far: 70K (chapter 1-25)

chapter 21

Having Spencer all to herself for 3 weeks straight was an experience she’ll never forget. They had the whole month of January off together, painting and re-decorating their home till it was exactly how they wanted it. It felt like home, it was theirs for real now.

Painting the bedroom green was the best idea she’s ever had. When the sun finally woke them up every morning, it wasn’t as blinding. It was paradise. The golden beams of light cast a beautiful glow around the room, it was like she was in a magic forest at the start of every day.

Spencer was laying on his back, his hair scattered on the pillow. He looked so peaceful, sleeping with his mouth wide open. Y/N was leaning on her elbow, looking down at the beautiful man she had the pleasure of spending the rest of her life with.

She brushed the hair off his face, watching his nose scrunch up as he felt her fingertips on his cheek. The sun on his face made him glow, he looked like a gift from god laying before her.

“Good morning baby,” she whispered softly. Dragging her finger along his jaw and down his neck, “we get to go to work today.”

Spencer stretched as he woke up, slipping an arm under her and pulling her into his chest. She held on tight, kissing his neck as she settled in. “Morning,” he replied. Raspy as ever.

“Wanna go get breakfast?” She asked softly.

He laughed against her skin, “gotta feed the baby.”

“And the wiiiife,” she teased.

“Not for another 11 weeks and 2 days,” he corrected her. “But yes, we should go get breakfast,” he whispered after a moment.

“Come on get up,” she replied with a big smile. He patted her ass as she peeled out of his grasp. Sitting up and stretching, taking a look down at the basketball protruding from her stomach. “Damn.”

“What?” Spencer asked.

She stood up beside the bed and pulled her shirt up, showing Spencer how big her stomach was. Turning sideways so he really got a good look at it. Spencer leaned over and kissed her right on her belly button that was beginning to pop.

“I know your ears are on in there, I love you, Matthew,” Spencer whispered against her skin.

She couldn’t stop smiling, taking a moment to rub her hands over the bump in amazement. “Hi Mr. Matty MaGoo, mommy also loves you.”

“Mr. Matty MaGoo?” Spencer laughed, looking at her with the biggest smile.

“Yes,” She laughed. “It just came to me, and it's going to stick.”

“Derek’s been calling him Mini G,” Spencer added.

“We should tell him it's Matthew, then he can be little Matty G,” Y/N swooned. “Seriously let’s go I miss everyone.”

“Okay, okay go get ready then,” he insisted, getting out of bed and dragging her to the bathroom.

—

Spencer drove, giving her a chance to look over her work emails before the day started. She was still CC’d on a bunch of VICAP things, being able to snoop on what was coming in and inspecting it.

Sometimes Mindy would CC her in just for an opinion.

Subject: Found Something. From; Mindy Patel To; SSA Y/N Y/L/N, Unit Chief SSA Aaron Hotchner, SSA-CL Jennifer Jareau

There’s been a child abduction in Arizona, I’ve pieced together some thing’s I’ve been working on in the background that might help the case if you are called in to assist. Even if you are not I believe you should take a look at this.

Mindy Patel, VICAP.

Attachment

Year: 1998 Victim 1: Emily Lawrence - 13. Kept till 16. Taken: August 3rd, 1998. Williams, AZ Found: June 10th, 2001. Camp Verde, AZ ME: decay has he placed at 48 hours postmortem when she was found - strangled, sexually assaulted long term, extensive throat damage. Never been pregnant. - COD: asphyxiation Info: good student, innocent shy girl. Followed the rules. Taken when walking home from school. Held for 3 years, assaulted and chained. Dumped without care.

Year: 2001 Victim 2: Olivia Tomms - 13. Kept till 16 Taken: August 3rd, 2001. Payson, AZ Found: June 23rd, 2004. Florence, AZ ME: decay has her at about 2 weeks postmortem. - strangled, sexually assaulted long term, extensive throat damage. Never been pregnant. - COD: asphyxiation Info: good student, innocent shy girl. Followed the rules. Taken when walking home from school. Held for 3 years, assaulted and chained. Dumped without care.

Year: 2004 Victim 3: Shelby Summers - 13. Kept till 16. Taken: August 3rd, 2004. Peach Springs, AZ Found: July 16th, 2007. Keams, AZ ME: decay has her at over a month postmortem. - strangled, sexually assaulted long term, extensive throat damage. Never been pregnant. - COD: asphyxiation Info: good student, innocent shy girl. Followed the rules. Taken when walking home from school. Held for 3 years, assaulted and chained. Dumped without care.

Year: 2007 Victim 4: Beth Green - 11. Kept till 13 Taken: August 3rd, 2007. Saint John, AZ Found: January 13th, 2010. @ flagstaff hospital. ME: COD complications from a miscarriage. Massive blood loss. - well taken care of. Throat damage. Signs of being detained long term. Info:good student, innocent shy girl. Followed the rules. Taken when walking home from school. Held for 3 years, assaulted and chained. Dumped with remorse like he didn’t want her to die, and he felt sorry because he loved her.

Newest abduction: Name: Sally Irvine - 12 Taken: February 3rd, 3pm. Middle School pick-up (missing 13 hours now) Witness Report: Italian/greek man. Early 30’s. Claimed to be her parents assistant. Sally was used to going home with random people from her parents' work. Handsome man, very charming and convincing. He wore a suit and drove a Silver Honda Civic. Rust at the back, partial plate HC8.

“Fuck,” Y/N cried silently as she scrolled through all the information, even in a compact form.

“What’s wrong?” Spencer asked, looking over at her with concern.

“Um,” she didn’t really know why she was reacting like this at first. Then it hit her. “Mindy sent me a case and it’s hitting a little too close to home.”

“Would you like to explain it yet? It’s okay if you want to process it alone,” Spencer comforted her easily like it was his second nature.

She let out a deep breath. “There’s a serial killer in Arizona that is kidnapping girls between 11 and 13, only keeping them 3 years. Every ME report says they have extensive internal throat damage, and 3 of the 4 found were never pregnant. This unsub is forcing them into oral for 3 years straight.”

“Fuck,” Spencer agreed. “I think we should take this one, if you can’t I would fully understand.”

“I think the unsub is my rapist.”

Spencer pulled over onto the side of the road. Putting the car in park and flashing the 4-ways. He turned to her softly and looked at her with a blank face.

“Walk me through it.”

“What?”

“If I’m going to go in there with you and tell Hotch that this is the same guy who hurt you, then you’re going to need to explain it to him and the team,” Spencer explained softly. “You’ve never even told me the full story, I don’t know anything about that summer other than the fact something happened. The first time you repeat this in front of me is going to be hard, and I don’t want you to have to do that in front of all of them.”

She couldn’t help herself from letting out a small sob, “okay.”

She took a few minutes to collect her thoughts, and calm down enough to get full words out of her mouth.

“When I was 12,” she started. “My mom went back to work, and she didn’t trust me to watch my brothers because they were rowdy and never listened to me. Like you said, they were more like my older brothers.

“My dad’s best friend, Jimmy, his wife had MS so she was home all the time. They had 3 older children and a few foster boys, she was used to lots of kids being there. And she had a pool to keep us occupied,” she bit her lip before she explained anymore.

“My mom’s birthday is June 8th. That’s when victim 1 was murdered,” was the first fact she explained that related to the case. She handed Spencer her phone so he could read and follow along.

“My dad is a Mason with the Masonic Lodge in Los Vegas, and he was becoming the master of his division on my mom's birthday that year, so we rented a hall and had a big party. Jimmy’s foster son was there, you remember Christopher Torsey? He was a freshman and I was in grade 6, about to enter grade 7, that was when the grooming started. He took me into the back room and asked if anyone had ever kissed me, I said no. He leaned in and kissed me in the dark and I was a giggly mess.

“My parents and his were really friends and he would come over all the time, our dads would drink in the backyard with our mothers till 1 in the morning most weekends. So I spent long periods of time with this boy for a few years, trusting him like a friend before he started anything. That summer he would always find a way to wander off with me, at first it was just kissing in different places where we could be alone together. Then he would touch my boobs, and he had me take my shirt off a few times.”

Spencer looked calm, but the redness in his face and the pulse in his neck told a different story. Her breathing got heavier as she had to recall it all, and she didn’t want him to be so upset.

“We worked at a local church camp together that July, we’d do crafts and sing songs and after all the kids left and we had to clean up, he’d find a way to take me to the room where they held the nativity scene out of season. He’d start kissing and touching me like normal, and then Kendra walked in once and saw and suddenly he went from obsessed with me, to disgusted, saying I came on to him and that it was all me. He was disgusted by me when we were in public, but he loved me apparently behind closed doors.”

“On August 3rd,” a tear slipped down her cheek. “The day the girls go missing. That was the first time he took me back to the shed and said ‘when two people are in love, they do things, and I love you. So you have to,’ He took his, you know, and I’d never seen one before. It was scary and I didn’t want to, I wanted to leave, but he pushed me against the wall and down to my knees.” She had to stop to take a breath, Spencer was crying silently as he watched her explain it all.

“He kept me trapped there while he did it,” she explained. “The worst part is that his parents were hosting a wedding that night, so no one could hear me basically screaming no over the music. He knew that. And so, when I complained about the sore throat the next day, my parents thought it was from all the singing.”

Spencer let out a shaky breath, he looked at her with so much love and sadness, she knew he loved her. She reached across the centre console and wiped the tears off his face, pecking his lips softly before sitting back to continue.

“The dates match up, he was Italian, they’re all 11-13 with throat damage,” she ran it down. “It’s him.”

Spencer licked his lips, wiping the tears off his face before taking a deep breath. “Okay, let’s go tell Hotch.”

Aaron stood up from his desk after Y/N explained the situation, walking up close to her with a sad smile on his face, “this was a very hard thing to come forward with. How would you like to participate in the investigation?” He was soft with her for the first time, it was surreal.

“Um, I’d like to come with you to Arizona,” she said softly. “when Garcia finds him, I’d like to be the one to interview him.”

“Do you think that is a wise idea?” He asked softly.

“When I was 16, years after everything happened. I went to Jimmy’s house for an event, and Christopher was there, and I went to his room. I was so desperate for the bullying to stop. For the lies, he had told about me to go away, that I went in there and apologized to him,” her voice almost disappeared as she got to the end of the sentence. Crying in disbelief. “2 years later he started abducting. I apologized to my rapist and he started kidnapping girls. I need to look him in the eyes and find out why he did it.”

“Okay, let’s tell the team.”

Y/N and Garcia spent an hour building the case files and compiling all the data they had on Christopher Torsey. Joining the team in the briefing room, where Spencer had already relayed the events to the team. Y/N didn’t need to describe it all 3 times in 2 hours.

She passed all the folders out, trying to avoid the looks the team gave her. They were sorry, they respected her, they wanted revenge for her. She knew it all came from a place of love, however, she hated being perceived by others.

It was a trauma thing. For so long people had the wrong idea about her, she was bullied and put down, and hated for no reason. She hates any form of attention, the glances and staring, the whispers of rumours being told as fact. It was stressful.

“Before we start,” she started softly. “Thank you in advance for your concerns, but I’ve been in therapy for 10 years. I’m very happy, this is gonna fuckin’ suck, but at the end of the day I’m coming home to a man who loves me, a baby on the way, and the best friends I can ask for. He’s going to prison. I win.”

Derek smiled at her, “that’s my girl. What did you find?”

“Christopher Torsey was born in November of 1979. His father was extremely abusive, he was in the ER a lot by the time he was 11. His mother killed herself in front of him when he was 12, he also watched his father rape his mother according to his child therapist,” Garcia started. Not knowing how to say the next part without Y/N crying.

“He uh, he said that his dad would tell his mom to be quiet. That-uh, I’m sorry, shouldn’t you say this?”

Y/N stepped in without a second thought. “He said that his father would hold the fact that he loved her over her head to force her into having sex with him. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

“He’s our guy for sure. Do we have an address?” Prentiss asked.

“Yeah, he lives in a double-wide trailer in Cottonwood. Near the back with his own access to the main road,” Y/N explained. “I knew he moved to Arizona when Jimmy finally kicked him out. I haven’t heard from him in years.”

“Y/N is coming with us, wheels up in 20.”

—

Cottonwood PD waited for them to arrive before apprehending him. They were concerned that he would run, with his access to the woods and a four-wheeler in his possession, it was a matter of boxing him in quietly with a backup plan in place and men on the ground.

“Can I suggest something?” Y/N cut into the Police Chief and Hotch’s conversation.

“Sure.”

“Um, what if I walk up in our civilian clothes, and just pretend that we’re there to rub it in his face that I'm happy and in love,” Y/N suggested. “I can wear a wire, you can be in a surveillance van listening in. You’ll be right there if we see Sally or sense something’s up.”

“Are you sure you can do that?” Hotch asked her.

“I am,” she turned to Spencer, “if you can control your temper you can come. If not, I’ll show up with Derek and still rub it in his face that someone loves me now.”

Spencer sighed deeply as he contemplated it. “I’ll kill him,” he admitted. “Take Derek.”

“Let’s get suited up,” Derek patted Spencer’s shoulder. “I won’t let him hurt her again. Don’t worry.”

“I know.” Spencer looked disappointed.

Everyone left the room, leaving Spencer and Y/N alone. She wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug resting her face against his chest. He softly held her in return, rubbing his hands along her back with his cheek on her head.

“I love you, forever and always,” She reminded him. “And I know how much you love me, believe me. I wouldn’t have been able to do this if I didn’t truly believe Chris was wrong.”

She pulled back when she felt a tear on her head. She wiped it softly with her thumb as he leaned his cheek into her palm. “I am loveable, and you love me. I win.”

He laughed softly, “I won too.”

She pulled him into a soft kiss, “I’ll be back in your arms soon.”

“I’ll be in the van watching the whole time, I love you so much,” he added for good measure.

She smiled as she walked away, throwing a fist in the air like the end of the breakfast club. Knowing full well he’d never get the reference. JJ on the other hand, laughed as she followed with Spencer.

They changed into regular clothes, getting in a car from the impound lot and following the surveillance van. Morgan was quiet, Y/N knew he wanted to talk to her, to go over the plan, but he didn’t know how to. The wire wouldn’t be on till they walked out, giving Y/N and Derek their privacy if he ever chose to speak.

“Did you ever confront your guy?” Y/N asked.

He nodded, “Carl Buford. I got to show him who I am now, that I put men like him behind bars. That I’ll always win.”

“Is it a good feeling?”

Derek set his hand palm up on the centre console, looking at her softly as if to ask her to take it. She interlocked their fingers, he rubbed his thumb against her skin.

“You’re right, it fucking sucks. The original pain never goes away, but there is a content feeling knowing he won’t get to hurt another person, that he might get his ass kicked in prison,” he smiled that beautiful Derek smile. “I’ll always be here for when you need someone who gets it.”

“Thank you,” she smiled.

They pulled into the trailer park slowly, separating from the team as they approached Christopher’s trailer. “Just pretend you’re Spencer, treat me the way he would. I know Spencer tells you everything, go off of memory of what he’s said about me.”

“You know he tells me everything?” Derek asked softly, laughing a little to himself.

“Because he also tells me everything,” she smirked. “When he’s tired and he rambles, he tells me about his whole day and that includes when he asks you for advice.”

“You two are gross,” he smiled. “I hope I can replicate it.”

“Come on,” she laughed, getting out of the car and waiting for Derek at the hood.

She took his hand before walking up to the door, a hand on her belly to make it look bigger. Really wanting to show off that she was in a better place than he was.

She knocked, 3 times, stepping back so he could open the door. She didn’t feel scared, she felt anxious in excitement to watch Derek take him to the floor.

“Y/N?” She heard his voice for the first time in 13 years. “What are you doing here?”

“My therapist suggested that I come here and show you someone actually did end up loving me, regardless of what you said,” she explained.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he panicked, flashing his eyes back and forth between her and Derek.

“I can come in and explain it for you if you’d like?” Y/N smiled. “You’ve got nothing to hide I assume? I’m just wildly obsessed with you and a liar right? That’s what you told everyone so I wouldn’t be able to say you forced my head on your dick with the promise that you loved me.”

“I- I uh,” he stuttered. Starting to shake lightly.

“That’s what you do to all the girls, isn’t it, Chris?” Derek cut in, pulling the screen door open and watching as Christopher ran to the back of the house. “We got a runner!!” He announced to the wire.

Y/N didn’t run after him, she knew the team had him. She walked through the house to watch from the back door. Only to find Spencer stiff-arming him.

Christopher flipped over Spencer’s arm, hitting the ground before Spencer was on top of him. Spencer punched him in the face, once, twice, three times before he stopped. Sitting over the unconscious man as he caught his breath. Everyone just watched him. He rolled Christopher over, cuffed him and walked away into the woods.

Y/N carefully jogged into the yard, passing the bleeding and groaning asshole she used to know as she ran after Spencer. He was walking too fast, and he didn’t look like he was going to stop.

“Spencer Walter Reid!” She yelled at him as if she was his mother. “Stop.”

He stopped abruptly, huffing as he did so. He only turned around to face her when she finally caught up to him. “Don’t touch me yet,” he instructed her.

“Okay,” she stopped a foot in front of him. “Look at me, breathe. In and out.” She used her hands as she motioned a breath in, and a release out. She repeated it 4 times, watching him do the same.

“Can I hug you now?” She asked softly.

He nodded, stepping into her space and wrapping himself around her. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“It was actually really appreciated,” she laughed. “I was debating if having a baby at 22 weeks was worth punching him in the face a few times.”

Spencer laughed softly into her shoulder. Squeezing her in his grasp as he breathed her in. “I love you.”

“I love you, more,” she smiled against his neck before pressing a soft kiss to his ever-beating pulse. “Let’s go see the team, come on.”

Y/N was adamant about searching the trailer with the team. Going to the surveillance van for a vest and gloves while Christopher was taken to the police station, and Spencer had his hand wrapped up.

It still smelled like him in there. The smell of his detergent mixed with smoke from the fireplace. It never changed. She noticed his PlayStation was on, he was still interested in games. He still slept with the brown comforter that was on his bed when she was 12. It was worn down, holes gathered at the bottom as it was almost see-through now.

She opened the closet to see a very large metal safe in its place. She took a deep breath, looking at the keypad to see what numbers had been worn down the most, guessing his password.

0803

It popped open, it made her feel sick to her stomach. As she opened it, she heard the muffled screams behind duck tape. Sally Irvine was tied up, hunched over in a tiny metal box while he played GTA.

She wanted to kill him.

“Hey, hey it’s okay,” she shushed the girl. “Sally, my name is Y/N. We’re here to take you home, you're safe now.”

Y/N took the tape off Sally’s mouth softly, the girl sobbed immediately. Not able to say a single thing as Y/N untied her and held Sally in her arms. Sally hugged her back as tight as she could, sobbing into her shirt as Y/N rocked her back and forth. Crying along with her.

“He did it to me when I was 12 too,” Y/N whispered.

Sally pulled back and looked at her with puffy eyes, “really?” She asked. Her voice low and scratchy.

“JJ can you get some water?” She called behind her. “Yes. I was his first.”

“Y/N,” the girl repeated. “That’s what he called me?”

She couldn’t stop the sick feeling in her gut, “let’s get you out of here.” She changed the topic, helping the little girl to her feet and to an ambulance.

Y/N smiled at her as she dropped her off with the EMTs, walking off into the woods as quickly as she could. She leaned over, holding her own hair back as she threw up on the ground.

She swatted away at the hand rubbing her back suddenly, continuing to hurl in the bushes as she heard them behind her, shushing her. She wiped her hand on her mouth before she calmed herself down.

She sighed and turned around to see Morgan. His arms were open for her to hug him, she buried her face in his chest as she cried. Not able to fully process all the information she just heard.

“Let’s get you home,” Derek whispered. Escorting her back to the car, she was done for the day.

chapter 22

Valentine’s day had come and gone by the time they finished their most recent case. Landing in Quantico very late on the 16th of February. Everyone departed the plane slowly, half asleep after the 3-hour flight.

“Did you guys miss any plans?” Y/N asked JJ and Emily as they walked together.

“Yeah,” Emily sighed, “I uh, I’ve been seeing someone.”

“Since when?” JJ asked, both her and Y/N suddenly not tired at all. They stopped on the tarmac and stared at her.

“Um, a few months now,” She blushed.

“Was this the sin to win weekend?” Y/N asked softly.

Emily nodded, “what’s sin to win?” JJ asked just as quietly.

“It’s a weekend for gay people in Atlantic City,” Emily replied. “It’s an easy way to mingle in a safe space.”

“Oh,” JJ was shocked. “Oh, so you’re, and you too?” She pointed at both of them as the information was processed.

Y/N and Emily smiled at her and laughed. “Bi? Yes,” Y/N replied.

“I’m still not sure,” Emily added. She sighed deeply, shaking her head as she tried to speak again. “I’ve never really enjoyed male company? It feels more like a performance than a relationship.”

“I mean good for you for noticing that now, if it wasn’t for Spencer I’d be in the same boat,” Y/N smirked at her. “He’s more than just a pretty face.”

“Wow,” JJ was shocked. “I would’ve never known.”

Emily placed her hand on JJ’s back, leading her towards the charter back to headquarters, “oh you poor, poor, heterosexual woman.”

“She has a cat, she cuts her bangs when she’s stressed and she bites her fingernails,” Y/N explained to JJ as they picked their seats. “She likes pussy, JJ.”

Emily smacked her arm lightly, all of them laughing hysterically. The boys walked onto the bus to their cackling, desperately wanting to know what was so funny.

“I was just telling them, I met someone and I’d like for you to all meet her soon,” Emily explained to the rest of the team. “I think you’ll really like her.”

“No way,” Derek smiled, high-fiving her. “Congrats dude, welcome to the dark side.”

“You too?” JJ was shocked. “Okay, put your hand up if you’re a straight person,” she stretched her arm into the air. Hotch and Rossi joined her.

“Really?” Spencer and Y/N looked at each other with excitement.

“What the fuck?” JJ was dumbfounded. “How did I not know this?”

“It just never came up before,” Derek shrugged. “Tell us more about this girlfriend of yours, Prentiss.”

“Or,” Y/N cut in. “you could bring her to Vegas in April.”

“Why?” Emily smirked at her.

“If you’re all free on April 23rd,” She teased them along. “Spencer and I would like you to come to our wedding at my parent’s house.”

“Oh!” JJ and Emily freaked, “holy shit!”

“So, you guys are in?” She laughed.

“Yeah!”

For 2 in the morning, the bus was the most excited they had ever been. And Penelope didn’t even join them on this trip. Normally it was her making this kind of excitement, Y/N basked in the happiness that filled the bus.

They discussed little details on the way to their cars, standing in the garage for a good 15 minutes as they planned the dates they’d need to arrange to have off. Hotch knew he could pull some strings to use everyone’s vacation time for a few days.

They exchanged hugs before breaking apart for the night. Planning to return around noon that same day. Giving them a sweet 9 hours of peace and quiet.

“We still need to invite Penelope,” Spencer whispered when they were halfway home. Interrupting the silence that Y/N was enjoying.

Y/N laughed softly, watching him drive with a smile on his face. “I only told the rest of them because Penelope somehow hacked into my calendar app, to plan a baby shower around my schedule, and saw the plans.”

“Of course,” he nodded along.

“So yeah,” she smiled. “She’s told me that she wants to throw me a baby shower/bachelorette party now.”

“That would be nice,” Spencer agreed, squeezing her thigh where his hand was always glued to her.

“If we even get more time off before the wedding, I’m crossing every appendage on my body in the hopes all the psychos take the day off!” She laughed, twisting her arms and legs in a demonstration.

He laughed, leaning against the wheel as he tried to keep his focus on the road. “I love you.”

“You better!” She teased him.

It went quiet again. She could hear the tires on the sandy slush. The grinding of pressure as the snow compressed into the tire tread. Small rocks being flicked up from the wheels, smacking the underbelly of the car as they approached their house.

She sighed as she saw the place, the beautiful green door illuminated by the porch light. Screaming ‘welcome home!’ As they pulled into the parking spot.

Sleep surprisingly came easier to her the more pregnant she got. She was used to laying on her left side now, she actually preferred it, because it means that every morning when she woke up, the sun came in just perfectly to make Spencer glow.

The alarm on Spencer’s table started to beep letting them know it was 10:30. She softly watched him roll over and smacked the machine before turning back to her and closing his eyes once more.

“No.”

She huffed in a silent laugh, getting closer to kiss the tip of his nose. “Time to wake up,” she whispered between kisses spread across his face.

He was trying his best not to smile as she peppered his skin with kisses. Pushing him onto his back so she had more skin to cover. It had been a while since they did anything together.

Between the cases and the baby, and everything Spencer learned about her past trauma. He’s been a little distant, and it was starting to make her worry. Dr. Korrapati promised that this sudden burst of anxiety was normal at this stage of pregnancy. It was what contributed the most to the nesting phase, but it still scared her.

She wanted to kiss him, to run her hand down his chest and palm over his boxers until she couldn’t take it anymore. So she did, just a little more seductively.

She moaned softly as she kissed the patch of skin under his ear and down his neck softly. She dragged her fingers over his skin, looping around his nipple as she sucked on his neck. She lifted her leg lightly over his, trying to get some friction between her legs as she kissed him.

“We should probably just go to work,” Spencer softly interjected.

She sighed, dropping her forehead against his shoulder and letting her shoulders slouch.

“I’m not broken!” She sat straight up as she yelled at him. “Can I please just fuck my boyfriend? I have been horny for Weeks,” she wasn’t sure where the sudden burst of emotion came from.

“Oh,” he sat up too, resting his hand on her back softly. “I didn’t realize you wanted to after everything, and the baby? You’ve had a rough few months.”

She laughed lightly, “Spence, of course I do?”

She looked at him softly, cupping his jaw in her hand. “I’ve had to process my trauma before. Yes, it’s still bothering me, and yes I have new trauma that I need to address with my therapist. But,” she emphasized. “I am a woman with needs, and one of those needs is getting railed before work by Doctor Reid.”

“You’re one hundred percent sure?” Spencer asked again.

She smiled and nodded, pushing him back down against the pillows. She resumed her last position, putting her leg between his so they could grind lightly and make out. “If it gets to be too much, I’ll ask you to stop.”

“Okay,” Spencer looked up at her, brushing her hair behind her ear as she hovered over him. “I love you.”

“Prove it,” she teased him, leaning in and kissing his neck again.

He reached behind her to grab her ass, she had noticed his hands gravitating there more as she gained pregnancy weight. She wasn’t complaining either, the way his hands felt on her skin was glorious.

He was putty in her hands, tilting his head to the side so she could kiss, lick and suck wherever she so pleased. She reached her free hand into his hair while he other kept her steady, in the perfect spot to grind against his boney hip.

He was all gasps and heavy breaths underneath her, she raised her leg lightly dragging it over his hardening erection before putting herself back in place. Just wanting to see how far along he was.

She rolled onto her back then, laying flat, waiting for him. He pushed his underwear to his ankles as he flipped on top of her. She was nothing but giggles as Her Spencer came out to play.

Opening her legs, she greeted him back into her grasp as he hovered over her. Both hands planted against the pillow as he looked down at her. His hair falling into his eyes, she pushed his hair back behind his ears.

“You might need a haircut soon,” she teased him, biting her lip softly.

“Shhh,” he whispered.

She took his right hand from beside her head, gripping him by the wrist and guiding him towards her mouth. Taking his middle and ring finger in, sucking on the digits softly. Making him release a sound she’s never heard before.

She looped her tongue around his fingers, spreading them lightly as she licked a stripe through them. Feeling his skin against her teeth, which only seemed to excite him more.

She pulled off with a pop, he looked mesmerized by the trail of spit that connected her bottom lip to his wet fingers. “Fuck,” he gasped as his breathing hitched.

“You know where to put them,” she whispered up at him, staring into his eyes as she bit her lip.

He kissed her quickly, pulling her forward so he could get the t-shirt she was still wearing off her body, throwing it off the bed as he kissed her neck, sucking a mark into the skin as he pushed his hand into her panties.

“Jesus,” he whispered against her neck as he felt how wet she was. “You weren’t kidding.”

Making her twitch slightly as he used the two fingers that were just in her mouth, to drag up and down on her clit. Rubbing it back and forth between the two knuckles.

“Fuck,” she breathed out as she gripped his hair. Palming his scalp while he kept kissing her neck.

She could feel him grinding against the bed as he kissed her, moaning against the space under her ear as he quickened his finger movements.

“I need you to fuck me, like yesterday,” she panted against his mouth, licking his bottom lip after.

He pulled away from her then, lifting her hips to drag her panties down. Keeping them on one of her ankles as he gripped the base of his cock and sat on his knees.

The sight between her legs was phenomenal. The glow of the sun on the lake through the windows as Spencer stroked himself in front of her.

Suddenly, he took both of her knees in his hands. Pushing them to her chest slightly before flipping her over. Extending her hips as he held her ass up. Kissing each cheek softly before straightening his posture.

“Ready?” He asked, she wasn’t expecting it.

Her face pressed into the pillow as she tried to find the best position to support herself. Pushing her hips back in a silent yes. He understood her body language, lining himself up with her and slowly pushing in.

She pushed back against him as well, moaning as she took all of him. “Finally,” she sighed, wiggling against his hips.

He gripped her hips, pushing her off abruptly before slamming back in. She was shocked, letting out a gasped moan as he fucked into her. Taking the instructions too literally, railing her.

She had never been that loud before in her life. Concerned Rossi would be able to hear them from across the lake, but it didn’t stop her. Only enticing him to keep it up.

She pressed her face into the pillow more as she attempted to reach her clit. She couldn’t, “fuck, Spence?”

“Yeah?” He slowed.

She took his hand off her hip, “can’t reach.” Her breath was erratic as she tried to explain.

“Aw poor bunny,” he teased her, slowing to a grind as his fingers ghosted over her clit. “Can’t get yourself off anymore?”

“Please daddy?” She let it slip, feeling his cock twitch inside of her as she did.

He leaned forward, kissing her shoulder softly. “Tell daddy what you want, use your big girl words.”

She pushed back against him, raising herself from the pillow to look over her shoulder at him. “I was going to say breed me, daddy.” She teased, watching his entire personality change. “But it looks like you already did.”

He licked his lips, pushing his hair out of his face as he shook his head at her. “You’re going to regret that.”

She pressed her face back into the pillow and perched her ass back more, ever the invitation. He ran his hand softly over her asscheek, slapping it before he started to fuck her again, reaching around to rub her clit, like she asked, ever so nicely.

They found their rhythm then, pushing against each other in just the right way. Between her deep breathing and the moans she released, the only other thing she could only hear was the sound of their skin slapping together as Spencer fucked her harder than ever before.

“Fuck, sweet Jesus I love your cock,” she praised him, punching into the pillow as she pushed herself back into him, on all 4’s now.

Using his free hand, he spread his fingers through her hair. Gripping her at the roots and pulling her head back as he slammed into her.

“Yes, daddy,” Y/N panted as she felt herself get closer to the edge. “Right there.”

“Cum for me bunny,” he instructed her, “let me fill your perfect little cunt.”

She came with a shout, pushing back against him as his words pushed her over the edge. Not being able to ever say no to that man, feeling his hips shake as he tried to fuck her through his own orgasm.

He pulled out, flipping her limp body back over so she could lay on her back, releasing the pressure on her stomach. Legs still spread as he observed his handiwork, scooping it up with his fingers and pushing it back inside of her. Making her clench up at the feeling.

“Spence-“

“Too much?” He smirked down at her.

She nodded, catching her breath as he just sat there. Still, on his knees, cock now soft and resting against his leg. She preached herself up on her forearms, shaking her head at him as she bit her lip.

“Where the fuck did that come from?” She asked him.

“I have no idea,” he laughed. “But hypothetically,” he bit his lip and raised his eyebrow. “I wouldn’t mind revisiting that on a later date.”

She laughed, dropping back against the sheets. “Me either.”

—

She waddled from the car to the elevator. A mixture of pregnancy and over-extending her hips, exercising with Spencer. Lamaze class more specifically, if anyone asked.

“I should really start calling you ducky,” Spencer whispered in the elevator.

“I hate you,” she bit her lip to stop herself from laughing.

“Really?” He teased her, “because if I recall 27 minutes and 15 seconds ago when you were saying ‘fuck, sweet Jesus, I love your cock,’” he whispered into her ear.

The elevator doors opened as her jaw dropped, “notice how I specified which part, Doctor Reid?” She answered abruptly, walking out towards her coworkers.

“So that’s how it’s going to be?” He said as he followed her. Making everyone turn around to see them.

“What’s going on?” Morgan noticed it first.

“Nothing,” Y/N rolled her eyes. “Just correcting the genius.”

“On?” Prentiss pried.

“Well this morning she said and I quote-“

“I will cut your balls off and hang them from the mirror in my car,” she snapped, glaring at him as she pointed her finger in his direction.

“Mama’s got claws,” Morgan laughed at them. “Damn.”

Spencer wrapped his arms around her, kissing her cheek in front of everyone. She turned pink, pretending to be pissed while a smile crept onto her face.

“She loves me,” Spencer smiled, pressing their cheeks together.

“One part, it’s nice to me and doesn’t talk back,” she replied, making everyone laugh as Spencer shook his head.

“Okay, you win,” he put his hands up in surrender as he backed away. Opening the door to the bullpen and disappearing behind his desk.

chapter 23

St. Patrick’s Day was never a holiday that Y/N or Spencer really cared for. Yes, they wore green to work, but other than that they didn’t really see the hype. They were Halloween people.

Will and JJ, on the other hand, went all out.

It was something to do with Will’s love for beer and his frat-boy attitude. Explaining to them that morning in the bullpen that the best parties on his college campus were around St. Patrick’s day and Mardi Gras, making February and March party central in his life.

They walked in with little Henry, decked out in green from head to toe. Green beads around his neck, gold chocolate coins in a basket, and the cutest little shamrock light-up head bopper.

“Look at you!!” Y/N called out to Henry as she walked into the room. Opening her arms up and leaning down to pick him up as he ran into her arms.

“Any Y/N!” Henry called her, not being able to say his T’s yet.

She pressed his tiny cheek against her face as she picked him up and snuggled him against her chest. It was getting harder to pick him up now that she was pregnant but she wasn’t going to miss a Henry snuggle.

“Since when did the FBI consult with leprechauns?” She asked him, booping her nose against him.

“Nooo,” Henry leaned back in her arms, “I’m not a leopard-con,” he tried his best to say the word. Making the team all laugh.

“Well, either way, why’s my favourite little guy here today?”

“Hey?” Spencer complained.

She leaned her elbow into him, “hi unca Spence,” Henry smiled at him. Spencer ran his fingers through Henry’s hair, messing it up under the headband.

“He wanted his godparents to see his outfit before the party at daycare today!” JJ explained with excitement.

Y/N placed him back on his feet, “go on the, show it off!”

He walked around the room, doing a fake model strut as he shook his diapered butt, walking towards the stairs before running back. “Woooow!” Everyone clapped and cheered.

Y/N looked up from Henry’s gaze, seeing Emily in Hotch’s office with a blond woman she didn’t recognize, “what’s going on in there?” She pointed.

“They’ve been in there all morning,” Rossi explained. “I think that’s the girlfriend.”

“How so?” Spencer asked, moving across the room to get a better view through the blinds.

“The way Emily leans against her, hand on her arm like that as she speaks. That’s the same way you and lady boy-wonder act when you’re in there together,” Rossi raised an eyebrow at them.

“Ahh,” Y/N smirked. “I wonder what happened, no one talks to Hotch with the door closed unless they need us to look into something.”

“I’ve gotta go,” Will cut in, scooping Henry up from the carpet with a tight-lipped smile.

“Bye buddy,” Y/N scrunched her nose at him, getting in close to press their noses together. “Have a good day today.”

“Bye, love you,” JJ kissed both her boys and watched them leave the room.

“they’re the best,” Y/N said as she wrapped an arm around JJ.

“Anyone want to go sit and have coffee while we wait for them?” Derek asked prior to a long yawn.

Rossi patted Derek on the back, leading him up the stairs and towards the briefing room. The remaining team members following their lead, discovering fresh donuts and flowers waiting for them.

“A gift for helping in advance, -Noelle” Read the small card on the table.

“Emily’s girlfriend?” JJ pondered, holding the card up and waving it slightly.

“I like her already,” Derek said, kicking his feet back and taking a donut.

Hotch walked in with Emily and Mindy 45 minutes later. Following them was a beautiful blond woman, probably 6’1 even in her flat running shoes. She was wearing cuffed blue skinny jeans and a big Barbie Pink petticoat.

She smiled lightly as she walked in, glueing herself to Emily’s side. “This is Noelle, my partner, Noelle these are my co-workers.”

“Hi!” She waved, “let me guess. Chocolate thunder, Derek Morgan.” She pointed to the nearest person to her.

“Correct,” Derek nodded in her direction.

“You would have to be Penelope Garcia,” she guessed right once again. “Emily was right, your aura is very bright.”

“Oh,” Penelope blushed.

“Y/N and Spencer, she said you’d be basically sitting on top of each other,” making everyone on the team laugh. “JJ, she said you’re like wonder woman, you look more like you could be cast as Super Girl if you ask me.”

JJ blushed, “thank you, Henry would agree.”

“Rossi, I already knew you. I love your books,” she fangirled a little. Something Rossi was incredibly used to.

“Signing hours are from 6-8,” he teased her.

Noelle laughed, her smile wide and toothy. “It’s lovely to meet you all.”

“Noelle has come in today with concerns that local gay men in her circle of friends are going missing. Over the last few holidays, 3 of her friends have disappeared. Dropping all contact after a trip to the bar,” Hotch explained.

“I’m a firefighter,” Noelle explained. “I have a Facebook group of friends who are gay and in the forces in any capacity. Just to let each other know where they’re going, to be safe.”

“Smart system,” Rossi complimented. “But also incredibly easy for someone to pose as trustful to gain access and track them.”

“That’s what I was thinking,” Emily’s pressed lip smile portraying just how uncomfortable she was with the situation. “I’ve met our supposed victim number 3. Officer Perry is a great man and we haven’t heard from him since Friday.”

“Where was he going?” Y/N asked.

“He was at the bar with us on Friday for a little, we got a few beers and then he said he was meeting with a guy he met online, he was never big into online dating or even dating in general. He didn’t know how to be an officer and gay at the same time,” Noelle explained the situation fully. “He is one of my best friends, I excused it Saturday when he didn’t call cause I guessed he was having a good time. But when he missed Sunday dinner I knew something was wrong. I begged Emily to let me pitch this to you.”

“I believe you,” Hotch added. “Which is why I’ve asked Mindy Patel from VICAP to join us today.”

Mindy waved, she dressed more like a techie than an agent. Beanie, headphones on her neck and a big black sweater.

“Strauss and I agreed it would be beneficial to have a member of the team solely responsible for going through VICAP coincidences and letting us know. We stumble across too many rare cases thanks to Y/N and Mindy,” Hotch explained. “Mindy Patel is now officially VICAP Liaison. Her office will be across from Garcia’s from now on, she’s going to be our eyes and ears in the missing person world for the time being.”

“I took into account the fact that your friends were all masc for masc, on the police force in some capacity and male obviously,” Mindy explained. “And I found the two men from Valentines Day and New Years, and then more going back every major holiday for the last 2 years as of this St. Patrick’s day.”

“We’ve compiled the data and sent it to Garcia, it’ll be on your tablets shortly,” Hotch confirmed. “I’d like everyone to split up into teams and take an apartment of the most recent 3 victims. Prentiss and Rossi, you get New Years’.”

“Yes sir,” Emily agreed. “Noelle can stay here with Penelope for insight.”

“Yes. Reid, Y/N and Morgan, you’ll take officer Perry’s apartment. It’s the freshest so I need the best eyes.”

“Absolutely,” they replied in unison.

“Myself and JJ are going to the Valentines Day abduction,” check in with Garcia when you need to, fill me in on everything. Good luck.”

—

“Yeah a cop lives here,” Y/N laughed as she searched through the carefully organized home. Combing the place over for the slightest abnormality.

“He definitely wasn’t taken,” Morgan agreed. “He went willingly and never made it home.”

Dust was starting to settle on his possessions. Photos on the wall looked blurry as the sun shined through the windows. It smelled stale, no one had opened the windows in a while and the man who lived here worked out.

His clothing was organized by category. His laundry had 3 separate baskets for darks, lights and colours. Inside his bedside drawers, all his condoms were lined up by type. He was definitely anal about something.

“Guys?” Spencer called from the office.

Morgan and Y/N followed the sound of his voice, seeing him hunched over an iMac. “I moved the mouse and it’s open and unlocked.”

“But you don’t know what to do?” She teased him.

“Yeah,” he blushed. Watching Y/N sit in the desk chair and start looking through his things.

“His Facebook is pretty basic, he checked in at the bar with a photo here of him with Emily and Noelle, and then he went offline. He doesn’t have Twitter or Tumblr logged in, so I’m guessing he doesn’t have that,” Y/N explains as she stalked his activity. “In his history, your male basics. Case research, pornhub, Facebook, Hotmail… hold on.”

She read through all the subjects, all looking pretty normal. “What would a gay man hiding his sex life from his co-workers disguise his emails as?”

“Work-out appointments,” Morgan answered almost too quickly.

‘Workout’ she typed into the search bar. Seeing 15 messages from another man named [email protected]. “got him, call Garcia.”

“Hey baby girl,” Derek spoke softly as she answered. “We got Jensen Perry’s computer open, his email shows he’s been working out with a [email protected].”

“Already working my finger magic,” she teased him. Hanging up before he could say anything back.

“That woman will be the death of me,” he sighed.

“I don’t think we’ll find anything else here, our best bet is with Garcia,” Y/N admitted as she closed all the windows. “Wait,” she pulled up the search and typed in ‘find my iPhone,’ “if he has a Mac he has an iPhone, not many people blend their tech.”

Last ping: 2256 Sheerly Lane, Friday at 23:56.

“I’ll call Hotch while you drive,” Y/N said, pulling out her phone and following the men out the door.

Morgan followed the GPS 15 minutes down the street to an apartment complex. It was worn down and looked as if no one had taken care of it in the last 25 years. “I’m calling Garcia before you go in, I don’t feel good about this.”

“Hey doll,” Garcia’s cheery voice was a nice refresher.

“Hey, do you have any info on who owns and occupies 2256, Sheerly Lane?” Y/N asked softly. “Also send backup to this location, it’s where Perry’s iPhone is apparently and it looks sketchy as hell.”

She heard the clicking of the keys before she heard Garcia’s reply. “Yep, we have 1 occupant. Amy Romano, 46, left the building after her mother died. She’s been living there in room 333 for years, not renting any rooms out at all in the last 3 years.”

“A woman?” Morgan was shocked.

“Must be why we’ve never found the bodies, female serial killers are 90% less likely to ever be caught,” Reid added his fun fact, one she’s heard from him a handful of times before.

“Exactly,” Y/N agreed. “What do we know about her?”

“She’s an interesting one,” Garcia’s tone changed. “Her father was a minister, big bible freak. Her mother was the maid here at the hotel before being given the deed from the original owner’s family. She died in 1988.”

“How much of the religious upbringing rubbed off on her?”

“Enough to make her have multiple psychotic breaks, being diagnosed with schizophrenia when she was 15,” Garcia gained more insight. “Claimed to have been visited by God, and was told sinners are punished by word of god. That one day she would be the one to follow his word for the righteous man.”

“What if she’s doing her own form of conversion therapy?” Y/N gasped. “She’s not killing them. She’s following god’s word and freeing them from their sins. This is the perfect place to keep them. Locking them in rooms away from each other, secluding them and only subjecting them to a female for long periods of time.”

“Garcia, we need back up right now,” Morgan stressed.

“they’re 4 minutes out, good luck in there my babies.”

“See you soon, baby girl.”

Being left out of raids was weird to her, watching Spencer put on a bullet-proof vest and load his gun without her cover made her anxious. Luckily, she got to stand with JJ outside. Watching the building as they listened over their radiofrequency.

“Clear,” Morgan spoke over the system.

“Clear here as well,” Hotch said. “Meet me at the stairwell.”

“I hate this,” Y/N whispered.

JJ ran her hand along Y/N’s back softly, “me too.”

“Floor 3, room 33,” Hotch explained. “I’ll kick in the door, Morgan, you enter first. Spencer and Prentiss, follow our lead.”

Not having a visual was the worst part. There was no way to know where they were or who was there. They worked on sounds, if and when the team decided to speak.

“1, 2, 3,” Morgan whispered before they heard the door smash in. “FBI!”

Then it was silent again, too quiet for anyone’s liking, staring up at the third floor trying to hear everything in the neighbourhood.

“Amy Romano put the gun down!”

“No!” They heard before 4 shots were fired.

Y/N’s heart was in her throat; she couldn’t hear anything going on inside. The officers asked over the radio for updates, hearing nothing in return. Y/N couldn’t stop herself from running towards the apartment buildings before anyone could catch her. Up 3 flights of stairs, drawing her gun and walking towards the room.

Morgan was shot in the arm, down. Prentiss, hiding behind a table with Morgan and Spencer as she tried to stop the bleeding. Hotch in the unsub’s grasp, fighting for a gun.

Hotch noticed Y/N in the doorway. Kicking the unsub down. Y/N wrapped her arm around the unsub’s neck, putting her in a headlock as Hotch attempted to cuff her. She struggled like a wet fish against them, slipping out of her grasp and falling to the floor.

“If God wants to tell me to stop, he’ll tell me himself!” She screamed.

Y/N presses her gun to her head, “he just did.”

“Amy Romano you’re under arrest for the kidnapping of 24 men, attempted murder of a federal agent and resisting arrest,” Hotch explained as he cuffed her.

“Y/N!” Spencer stood up, looking at her like she was the crazy person. “We agreed, 3rd trimester, no fieldwork.”

“You didn’t reply on the radio and suddenly I was here,” Y/N explained, “I’m sorry.”

“We need EMTs, Morgan’s been shot in the arm. The bleeding is under control, just hurry.” Prentiss ordered over the radio.

“Y/L/N is going to need to get checked as well,” Spencer added.

“Why?”

“You ran up three flights of stairs, wrestled an unsub and got elbowed in the side,” Spencer explained, taking her hand and leading her out of the room.

“I’m sorry, I get it now I really do,” Y/N stopped him in the hallway, holding him in her arms. “I don’t like when I can’t see that you’re safe.”

Spencer kissed the top of her head, “I love you.”

“The baby’s kicking,” she replied softly, “that’s good right? 4 movements in 30 minutes after activity is a good thing.”

Spencer laughed, pulling back to feel her belly. “I’m sure he’s all hopped up on adrenaline now, come on let’s get him looked at quickly.”

—

They found 16 of the 24 men alive and in critical condition inside the apartment building. SCSI was canvassing the scene with local cops, taping up the building and surrounding property while the city discussed demolishing the building altogether.

Y/N was able to witness Noelle running into Jensen Perry’s arms, hugging him as they cried in his hospital bed. Y/N could imagine the trauma he was going through, the terror and the fear of something you really don’t want, happening anyway.

“Why do people do terrible things in the name of God?” Y/N whispered towards Spencer, looking up at him with soft eyes. Truly curious.

“The religious system runs similarly to cults, they believe the words are to be followed and thus they will gain entrance to heaven. If there’s one thing humans are afraid of more than dying, it’s internal damnation. Holding the fact that they will suffer in death over their head is a way to get them to do anything.” Spencer explained softly. “With the right person, the wrong message can actually sound like a pretty good thing.”

Y/N let out a deep sigh, “how do you raise a good child in a fucked up world?”

“Matthew, 18; 1 through 5, At that time the disciples came to Jesus and said, “Who then is greatest in the kingdom of heaven?” And He called a child to Himself and set him before them, and said, “Truly I say to you, unless you are converted and become like children, you will not enter the kingdom of heaven.” Spencer repeated the bible verse softly. “Whoever then humbles himself as this child, he is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. And whoever receives one such child in My name receives Me.”

Y/N smiled, “I like that.”

“He was always supposed to be good, he has you as his mother.”

chapter 24

April rolled around out of nowhere. Suddenly the snow had all melted, the birds were returning, and the trees were starting to bud thanks to the week of thunderstorms.

Love was in the air, both in the wild and in Y/N’s life.

The wedding’s in 2 weeks and she’s growing daily. She wanted to wait till the last possible moment to get her dress. Wanting it to actually fit over her stomach on the big day without any struggle.

Being placed on office duty for the rest of her pregnancy made it easier, not being allowed to leave Mindy and Penelope's side, under direct order from Aaron Hotchner. She was starting to notice that the more pregnant she got, the more the men of the team wanted to protect her as well.

JJ said it was the same for her the first time, all the alpha personalities came out around the third trimester. It was like they didn’t quite register that a woman on the team was pregnant till it was abundantly clear.

The girls had all agreed to go to the dress store with Y/N when they had a free afternoon, but that didn’t seem to be happening any time soon. Y/N ended up going by herself between cases while Spencer was on a flight, trying on 6 different dresses before she found one that made her happy.

The sales associate was being extra nice to her, knowing she had both a big budget and no time. It was an easy sale, but this wasn’t an easy decision.

She tried a sleeveless, skin-tight number on first. Not being able to even move once she got in it, not even bothering to look in the mirror. It wasn’t right, that was for sure.

Eventually, by #5 they had an idea of what she wanted. Long sleeves to hide her stretch marks, it had to be flowy but still show off the bump. And she wanted lace, embroidery even. Something that made it different, something that was more like her. Always growing, changing, adapting.

She was wandering the racks when she saw it.

It was so long, the train had to be at least 6 feet. It was light, made with sheer fabric so it would twist and flow with whatever direction she ran or danced. She could imagine walking through the grass with the train flowing behind her with purpose.

The most wonderful aspect was the long sleeves and the neckline. Cupping her chest perfectly with a nice ribbon right above her bump. The entire dress reminded her of something, the floral embroidery sending her back to a dress she remembers from her childhood, not able to place it but knowing it in her heart.

She looked in the mirror at herself, she felt beautiful. She shook her head lightly as a tear fell down her cheek. “It’s perfect,” she whispered.

The sales associate shook a big bell then, causing everyone to look at her and cheer. “Are you saying yes?” She asked, as cheesy as it was, she loved it.

“Yes!” She cheered back, feeling the love from everyone in the store.

The dress was huge, she laid the bag against her passenger seat and stared at it for a while. It felt a little crazy that she was getting married in a few days, even crazier that she was having a baby in 2 months.

Her phone rang as she started to leave. “Hewwo?” She answered softly, knowing it was Spencer.

“I just got home, where are you?”

“Oh,” she smiled. “Penelope said you guys wouldn’t be back until 9, I went and picked out a dress.”

“Alone?” He sounded sad.

“It was better this way, I picked it for me and no one else,” she reassured him. “I’m on my way home now though baby, I’ll see you soon.”

“Okay, drive safe. I love you,” Spencer replied, his voice nothing more than a whisper.

“Love you too,” she hung up.

She sighed, turning on the stereo and driving home to her favourite albums. Driving alone was different for her now, she used to love just escaping into the Virginia wilderness, picking a road and an album and just going somewhere.

Driving with Spencer meant silence, hand-holding, humming and ha-ing as he discovered new facts that intrigued him. She loved it, the ambiance of Doctor Spencer Reid was not something you could replicate, it was special and calming and wonderful.

She couldn’t wait to get home to him.

He was waiting on the front porch as she rolled into the driveway. Joining her at the car, wanting to help her carry her things inside. “Hi,” she smiled at him as she stepped out.

He pulled her into a hug, kissing her cheek softly. “Want some help?”

“If you don’t mind carrying in my dress, I need to pee so bad!” She said, almost about to run inside when he stopped her.

“Like how bad?” He asked.

“Excuse me?”

“If you were to get surprised would you pee your pants?” He tried not to laugh as he asked.

“Spence?”

“Just go in,” he said softly.

She sighed, knowing what this meant. Walking up the stairs slowly, turning the doorknob just as slow. Not ready to have her eardrums blown out.

“Surprise!!”

Sure enough, there were balloons and flowers and her friends gathered all inside her front hall. “Oh my god?”

Penelope wrapped her in a hug first, “your first baby shower has to be special!”

“You guys really didn’t have to do this?” She was so shocked to be getting attention that she felt a little embarrassed.

“We wanted to,” JJ hugged her next, their bumps too big to hug normally, opting for more of a side snuggle. “I got you something to change into before we get started.”

Y/N took the small blue bag from her, kicking her shoes off before they went upstairs. Spencer joining with her wedding dress, hanging it in the closet and slipping back downstairs, unnoticed.

Y/N opened the gift bag on her bed, JJ looked around the room for the first time ever. Looking at the photos of their first day of kindergarten on the wall, the artwork they chose. How Spencer wrote notes to her on the mirror with whiteboard markers.

“You guys are really cute,” she smiled.

“Thanks,” she smiled.

Finally taking the dress out of the bag, it was just something simple. Blue with pink flowers. Something she’d definitely pick out on her own. “This is so beautiful!”

“I got it when I was pregnant with Henry and never had a chance to wear it,” She smiled, “thought that you’d like it more.”

Y/N hugged her, “seriously this is the best thing you guys could’ve done for me!”

“I’m also going to need a pink dress,” JJ said softly in her grasp.

“No?” Y/N was shocked. “Really a mini JJ?”

“Yeah,” she smiled softly. “Hurry up we have more surprises for you downstairs!”

—

It took her longer than she hoped to get changed. The baby was just big enough to make her winded all the time now. Having to stop and take a breather just from taking her pants off. Not to mention the struggle of standing up after peeing.

When she finally made it back down the stairs on her swollen feet, she heard a familiar giggle that she loved very much. “You didn’t?”

JJ smiled, “it was Rossi and Will, they flew them all in and got them here.”

Her parents, brothers and wives were all in the kitchen waiting for her. Then she saw Diana, who was pressed up close to Spencer having a conversation in their own little world.

She walked in and cried, hugging her parents for the first time in 5 months. Showing off her big baby bump and chunky face for the first time too.

“You look amazing!” Her mom complimented her, taking her hand and making her spin slowly.

“Thank you, I feel huge,” she smiled. “I can’t believe you guys are here, I’m literally coming home in 2 weeks!”

“When David Rossi calls you and says he has a jet picking us up, you don’t just say no,” her father laughed, wrapping his arm around Rossi. They were going to be something else together.

She gave Diana a big hug when she could, watching her rub her belly and talk to the baby through her stomach for a good 10 minutes. It was so cute, everyone in the room watched and swooned. Secretly always hoping Spencer’s family got a moment like this.

After dealing with the Riley Jenkins case, and Gideon leaving, they worried for him. They never expected him to just show up one day with a girl and start the rest of his life the way he did. But it just made sense. He sped through school and early adulthood well before Y/N, now they’re moving fast, just together.

They had pizza for dinner, spreading 6 different kinds across the counter and telling everyone to dig in. Y/N took a slice and walked around, mingling with everyone to ensure she thanked them for coming.

“Henry!” She finally found him with Chloe and Lizzie. He ran into her arms, giving her a big hug. “Did you meet my niece?”

“You’re my any?” He questioned her right back.

“Come here Clo,” she called her over, huddling them both in close to her. “You both get to call me aunty Y/N, isn’t that so cool? You’re new friends and you share an aunty!”

Chloe gave her a big hug, she was getting bigger and bigger every day, about to turn 4 in a few months. It felt a little crazy, but she wouldn’t have it any other way.

“How are you?” She asked her softly.

“I’m good,” she whispered at her, smiling before hiding her face in her dress.

“Are you having fun here? Did you meet buddy yet?”

“No!” Chloe’s face lit up.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” She gasped at them both, getting back up to her feet and walking with them to where Buddy hid in the laundry room.

He was curled into a ball in a basket of towels, peaceful in the quietest room in the house.

Chloe and Henry took turns petting Buddy, kissing his head and playing with his tail, it was good for him to get a little used to grabby kid's hands. She was a little worried about how he’d handle a baby, but he was a chill cat he never really cared about attention as long as he was fed.

Eventually, JJ and Lizzie found them, peeling them away from the cat with the promise of cake while Y/N opened her gifts from everyone.

Everyone was watching her as she sat down in the living room, feeling a little anxious like she had to perform for them or something. Spencer finally joined her on the couch then, wrapping his arm around her in a soothing motion.

“So,” Garcia started. “I took it upon myself to organize the party but I didn’t just stop there, I also emailed everyone a link to a chart where they could pick the category of gift they got you so that we avoided repeats and got everything you would need.”

“This is all so much,” she turned bright pink. “You guys really didn’t have to I feel like I haven’t bought anything for myself since I met Spencer.”

“Nonsense!” Penelope hushed her. “Here, pick whatever one grabs your fancy.”

Y/N’s eyes raked over the pile of gifts, “um that big one over there, why not.”

It was a big blue bag, stuffed to the brim with tissue paper. The card on the handle was signed, she opened it to find 'from; Erin Strauss' on it. “Oh?”

“She couldn’t come but she passed that along on behalf of the section,” Hotch explained.

Y/N didn’t waste any time opening it. Finding brand named everything that she would need for breastfeeding, losing her mind at the never-ending bag.

Almost every gift was the same, all themed and absolutely filled. She was never going to have to buy anything for Matthew, she got it all today.

Hotch and Haley got her a babies bath essentials set. Her parents equipped her with every form of linen she would ever need for a baby, as well as a quilt made just for Matthew.

Penelope bought easily $400 in clothes for him over the past 7 months, with the promise of not stopping any time soon. Derek and Emily got together to buy them an all-terrain stroller, for the walks they expect them to take down the back roads. Emily’s girlfriend even brought a mom after-care set for her.

Diana’s gift made her cry the most, opening the box to find old copies of childhood books. “Those were all Spencers when he was a child,” she explained softly. “His love for the world started with those stories, I would like for Matthew to know them too.”

“Absolutely,” Y/N wiped the tears off her face, leaning over to hug her. “If Matty ends up being even half as wonderful as Spencer I’ll be grateful.”

“Spencer, did you get her anything?” Diana asked him softly as she was still mid embrace with Y/N.

“It’s in the garage,” Spencer smiled.

She looked at him with excitement, “you didn’t!”

“I might have,” he smiled.

“What?” Rossi asked, hating suspense more than anyone on the team.

“I was joking about wanting to get an SUV and become a soccer mom,” Y/N’s whole face lit up. “Did you get me a soccer mom mobile?”

He smiled back at her, “here.”

She held the key in her hand, her car was old as hell. She has had it since she moved to Virginia and even then it was a 2004 model. She had never had a new car, with the fresh car smell and clean everything!

“I am so overwhelmed,” she announced, bouncing a little in her seat as she shook her hands. Stimming just a small amount in front of everyone in all the excitement.

“We’re all done celebrating you now, I think we can start getting out of your hair, right guys?” JJ stood and pressured everyone that wasn’t relying on their house for the night, out the door.

Penelope helped Debbie and Diana clean everything up around the house. Peeling Henry and Chloe away from each other was the most difficult part of the night, becoming fast friends and wanting to look at books all night together in uncle Spencers library.

Rossi offered to let her brother Levi and his wife stay at his place while Diana and Y/N’s parents took the guest room in her home. Harrison and Faith driving back to Fort Meade to their own house.

—

Y/N and Spencer sat up in their bed, leaning against the headboard as they listened to the quiet of their house. Their co-workers were gone, their parents were settled in the guest rooms and most likely still awake from the time difference. The day had been so crazy that she barely had time to wrap her head around it.

“So…” Y/N cut the awkward silence. “Wanna make out?”

He laughed at her, shaking his head. “Remember the last time you asked me to do that?”

“Yeah, I lost my virginity,” she whispered back at him. A little scared that everyone could hear them talking.

“We can't,” Spencer looked at her with wide eyes. “It's bad enough my mother knows I’ve had sex once let alone possibly hearing us.”

He nudged him a little, crawling into his lap and sitting there softly. Her belly pressed against him, filling the space between them as she held his face in her hands.

“They’re on the other side of the house,” she pouted. “Just make out with me?”

He kissed her quickly once, “why are you so needy tonight?”

“All day I’ve had everyone's attention but yours,” she explained softly. “I missed you and I want my Spencer time.”

He couldn’t say no to that, because he felt the exact same way. He ran his hands up her thighs, over her hips and finally resting them on her back. She ran her thumbs over Spencer's cheeks, looking at him softly as she tilted her head to really admire him.

His lips were perfect, his nose was adorable. The way his stubble grew in and darkened his jaw was amazing. His bone structure, his eye colour, the way his hair just fell flawlessly into place with 0 effort. She sighed as she looked at him.

“I love you,” she whispered, biting back a smile as she waited for his response.

“I love you,” he giggled as he looked right back at her. It almost felt more intimate than sex, just staring into each other's eyes in a dimly lit bedroom, in the middle of the night.

She ran her hands up into his hair, combing her fingers through it. He tilted his head back every time, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling. She was about to smile when she got a sharp shooting pain in her hips.

“Oh, my, god,” she breathed out. “Ouch?” She scrunched her face with the pain as the sharpness dulled into the bone, just feeling uncomfortable as she tensed up in his lap. She didn’t even realize she was tugging on his hair in response to the pain.

“What?” Spencer asked, concerned as all hell.

“I think that was Braxton hicks? It was like everything down there just lit up in pain,” she explained with a horrified look on her face.

He ran his hands softly over her hips, soothing the skin in an attempt to help. “Are they bad?”

“It just feels like a pinched nerve at first and then a dull ache, it’s not the worst. I don’t enjoy it that's for sure,” she laughed a little louder. “God, I hope he’s kind to me on the way out.”

“I was doing research into the best drugs and techniques for birth for mothers that don’t want any drugs either because they’re sober or they don’t want to be removed from the moment,” Spencer explained softly. “There are a lot of options if you want to look into them with me this week?”

“Of course you did,” she smiled at him once again, feeling a bit better. “We also have to pack the baby’s go-bag.”

Spencer laughed at the way she phrased it. “Isn’t it just a hospital bag and a diaper bag?”

“No, it’s a mission to have a baby. It’s a go-bag.”

They kept giggling with each other over the dumbest things, staring at smiling as they laughed. Spencer’s hands roamed her back while she poked his face. Happily just talking in each other's space about the most random shit.

It was what she loved the most about him, that they could equally ramble about what they found interesting and the other felt just as excited about learning something new. They had mutual respect for each other's interests and feelings that ran deeper than most, truly loving every word that left their partner's mouth.

By the time they settled against the pillows and attempted to sleep it was half 1 in the morning. They turned all the lights out and still just stared at each other.

She booped his nose softly with her own, watching him scrunch his face as a result before giggling again.

“Do you have any idea what the case tomorrow will be?” She was only asking because she wanted more time with him, needing to find every topic to bring up so that the night never ended.

“Mindy’s pitching something to us tomorrow again,” he whispered. “You’ll be good at this one.”

“Oh I’m excited now okay, goodnight,” she closed her eyes and pretended to snore, making him snuggle in and wrap her arms around him, pulling her in close the way they liked it.

“I love you, bunny,” he said one last time for the night.

She sighed as she settled into him, “I love you more Spence.”

#hypothetically #spencer reid #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader

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seostudios · 4 years ago

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mark’s dad.

pairing: johnny x fem!readr

genre: fluff + smut (like little angst) info: dilf!johnny, son!mark, best-friend!mark, aged-up!johnny warnings: age gap, unprotected sex, masturbation (fem) wc: 2.1k

note: hi i wrote this on my phone at like 1-3 in the morning... sorry if it’s bad but i wanted to put out something! i hope you guys enjoy it though cause dilf!johnny is so sexy

i think my son ditched you for haechan today, dear.” mr.suh informed you as you stood respectively in front of him, wearing an oversized sweater and basketball shorts. “aw man, i drove all this way for a movie with mark, and he ditched me for his other best friend...” you quietly sneer, the obvious jealously making an appearance. johnny chuckled, hands resting on his hips. he felt bad you came all this way for a simple movie night. “how about this?” your eyes look up, to the terrifyingly good looking man. “i will treat you to a movie and popcorn!” he suggested, knowing very damn well he’s going out of his way to possibly spend time with his son’s best friend, who he has known since they were sewed to the hip in sophomore year, now in university. “i-i don’t think that’s be appropriate,” “why? because i’d like to spend time and get to know the friend and possible love interest of my son? i don’t see any harm in that. i’ll get my coat.” he quickly responded, saving himself.

you knew he said you’d watch a movie together but you didn’t expect to get yourself two tickets to go watch a movie at an actual theatre. “that was amazing mr.suh-“ johnny looks down at your tiny figure holding the popcorn, “-i mean johnny!” if you’re being honest now, it was really nice getting to know johnny, besides the age difference and the possible complications with your amazing friendship with his son, you liked him. making your way over to his car, you listen on as he rambles about how he hasn’t this much of an outing since mark was in high school. “now he’s clinging onto me like we’re dudes, like i’m his dad not his bro.” he laughed, starting the car. “that’s so sweet though!! my mom never gave an effort to trying to be my friend even when i tried,” although you kind of party pooped the mood, you can literally reverse uno it right there. “but whatever!! she still brings me shopping which is good enough,”

nearing midnight and you know god damn well your mom would’ve killed you if she knew you took a taxi home alone in the middle of the night. johnny picked up on this, and even if he saw you in a new light today, a light which could possibly ruin his relationship with his son and a possible one with you, he couldn’t have let you home alone. “you know what? marks sleeping over at haechan’s anyway. i’ll call your mom and tell her you should stay over.” nodding, you let yourself in and up into his (messy) bedroom.

“hope you enjoy peanut butter and jelly for dinner, i kind of forgot to buy groceries...” johnny said handing you a plate of mini sandwiches. you mutter a quick thanks before digging in. tonight you saw johnny not as mr.suh but as johnny, the hot ass mother fucking dilf of the neighbourhood. you thought you were just a regular teenager to him, but you thought wrong. feeling his gaze on your exposed neck, lips. how his breathing would quicken whenever you leaned in to grab another sandwich. “wanna watch america’s got talent?” you asked pointing towards the couch. he shrugs agreeing, “why not?”

you had insisted on cleaning the dishes, i mean it was the least you could do. “so what’s the point of this whole show? to humiliate people or actually scout out people?!” johnny questioned staring at the screen, not noticing how you went from being on opposite ends of the couch to being almost inches away. should you initiate something? no, that would be overstepping into something erasable.

“this is so wrong,” you tell yourself before abruptly standing up. johnny turns his attention to you, trying to foreshadow your next moves. however, he didn’t expect for you to turn back around and straddle on his lap, “whoa..” he said, gripping onto your hips. “i want you.” his mind goes blur momentarily, “i-i cant, your my son’s best friend...” god, you looked so hot with your shorts bunched up as far as they could as you slowly grinder down onto his (huge) clothed cock. “fu..fuck,” he moans aloud, pushing all thoughts aside except for the one that kept telling him to ruin you tonight. the night was going better than planned, since you were in straddled on a topless johnny with only your bra and shorts on... probably a good twenty five minutes into kiss play, but mark chose the best time to unintentionally cockblock you and his dad. “y/n!!”mark shouted through the phone loud enough for johnny to hear (and the speaker wasn’t even on!) “yes markie?” you cooed, using one hand to speak on the phone and the other to signal johnny to keep it quiet. your hands trailed overtop your breasts, cupping them through your bra and pinching your hardened nipples, soon bringing your cold fingers down to the waistband of your shorts. “it’s fine. we can always watch a movie next weekend, i literally see you everyday! go hang out with hyuck,” you encouraged. past the waistband and under the hello kitty panties your hand comes in contact with your sensitive (dripping) folds. “a-ah, m..mark i gotta go...” “are you getting laid or something? i’m out.” he quickly ends the phone and you made sure to turn on ‘do not disturb’ incase he calls again.

“go on, i’ll watch.” johnny said seductively observing you as you toyed with your sensitive clot. “i’m close johnny!” you quietly moan into his ear, rubbing faster. “cum on your fingers, now.” he ordered, feeling you twitch underneath him, grinding as you had an orgasm. “dirty girl...” he groans watching you pull your fingers up to suck dry. now, you were a filthy girl, tasting yourself without being told to, cumming in your panties which you knew damn might have to force you to go commando tonight in marks bed. it was like a slap in the face when johnny lifted you up to stand, “it’s late. i- we should head to bed... i can give you some new shorts... since you know,” he quickly stammered before swiping his shirt off the floor, heading upstairs.

it was almost nine in the morning when you woke up, you knew johnny woke up around seven to eight so the sizzling smell of bacon wasn’t just some evil mind games. after last night, you felt, intense shame and guilt. did you seriously just betray your best friend for a lousy orgasm you could’ve done alone in the bathroom. “your up! i made breakfast, go ahead and dig in, i’m just gonna be cleaning up my bedroom.” he sounded as if you didn’t cum all over his lap not even 12 hours ago, but i guess he shouldn’t dwell in the past especially this time.

“mr.suh! my mom’s here! thank you... goodbye!” you shout from the front door. “anytime! bye!” he replies before you jolt out the door.

it’s been a couple days and johnny hasn’t left your mind. you always think about what stopped him, was it the age? your friendship with mark? that fucking phone call? johnny and you that night was like no other, you saw him for johnny, not mr.suh and it made your panties soak at every thought. how his ink black hair is always combed and in the most attractive middle part, how his broad should could feel when you hold yourself while being railed by his enormous cock. it was big, would it even fit? you’ve been with men before but the bulge you felt poking you in then thigh was something else compared to the other men.

you roamed his mind freely too. spending his day drinking hours, pondering over you, will you just slap him in the face and let him know you want him and you don’t care? he hopes. but it’s wrong. “dad! y/n’s coming over to study today,” mark shouted running down the stairs to his father. “so don’t snatch her up and take her away for a movie date, we got an exam this monday.” he said nonchalantly, the mention of their little outing slipping oh too casually. “w-what?” he asked surprised. “yeah yeah, i know about your little date and hook up” “- we didn’t hook up.” johnny interrupted, “well whatever you were doing for her to end my phone call like that,” he goes to the fridge to grab some milk, “so...” johnny said, eager on his son’s say on this. “so..? do you want me to be mad, dad?” i was lying if i said johnny was chill now... “no!!!!” he shouted, which earns a couple laughs from mark. “hey, dad,” mark sits down infront of his father. “it’s okay, y/n probably likes you back so you can do whatever you want with her, except hurt her cause i’ll kill you.” he deadpans before letting him off with a laugh. “so she can be your new mom for all you care?” he asked, playfully of course, waiting for the “hell no” and “what the fuck dad?!” to come but... “i mean she bags and tells me what to do, she helps me with school, laundry and chicks so... i don’t see why not,”

ding ding ding ding ding ding now what? hopping off the bean bag you were binge watching the office on, you head over to the door, not caring what you look like, just shut up to whoever had the audacity to spam a doorbell. “hello?!” you look up, “hey y/n,” johnny said with a small daisy in his hand.

“let me be your boyfriend,”

“what about mark?” you asked, staring at your feet wiggle in anticipation. hoping he’d tell you he doesn’t care and we could do whatever we wanted to. “funny you asked, he said for all he cares you could be his step mom.” you threw your head back laughing “he what?! no he didn’t....” the laughter dies down soon enough to get back to seriously listening in on what he has to say but did mark really not care? “your girlfriend huh?” you asked, raising a brow. he nodded. johnny proceeds to take the daisy and place it behind your ear, “you look like shit, but that is sexy as fuck.” he said, caressing your cheek before leaning in to place a peck on your lips.

“i don’t get why you drove half an hour here to say that, when i was already coming over to study.” you tell your boyfriend, johnny, as your backs his mattress. it was seriously an eventful day, wasn’t it? “i thought i should be romantic,” he shrugged turning to his side to wrap his large arms around your waist pulling you in closer. “i like this...” he mumbled into your hair, slowly drifting off to sleep.

“are you falling asleep?! we need to leave in ten minutes!!” you shouted, attempting to free yourself from his hold but he was knocked out and not letting go any time soon. “i hate you.” “i think it’s the quiet opposite y/n dear,” he replied, burying himself in the blanket, bringing you with him. “now let’s take a quick nap, mark can wait,” you sigh in defeat, “okay fine... twenty minutes!”

five months later, and you couldn’t believe having a relationship with your best friends dad was oddly working out perfectly. “johnny! fuck! baby your so good!” you whine as he penetrates into you against the wall. your legs wrapped around his waist as his cock rubs around your g-spot stimulating you into your third orgasm of that night. mark had recently gone travelling with jeno for fun so that meant you and johnny could’ve have your own fun in the empty house. “you can cum for me one more time can’t you?” he begged, placing you on the kitchen counter, kissing down your stomach. “answer me...” he sucks harhly on your clit. “yes! i can!!” you whined, squirming feeling johnny licking up your juicie; which sure as hell was mixed with his own cum, lapping his tongue around until you were shaking under his mouth and curling your toes to his mouth’s magic. “i’m- i’m cumming!!” you scream, releasing your juices onto the man’s face. “my favourite meal of the day.” he playfully joked before pinching your nipple. “tired?” he asked, as if he hadn’t been using you as a cum dump for hours. “mhm,” you reply opening your arms for him to carry you up, because “no way in hell am i walking up the stairs today after being railed by a monster cock.” you said snorting with a laugh. nonetheless, johnny swoops you up and gracefully carried you up and into his bed, “we can clean up tomorrow, let’s sleep now.” he said, feeling you wrap around him like a koala. “mmm goodnight... i love you,” you said in the crock of his neck, right below his ear before drifting off, “love you too,”

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garbagevanfleet · 4 years ago

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Brightest Blue (series)

PART SIX

Pairing: Josh x reader Warnings: major marijuana usage!! Summary: Things are changing. New state. New school. New roommate. You just pray things are going to click into place. Notes: say hello to your new potential love interest - he’s cute, no? let’s see how he compares.

As always, if you see @lantern-inthenight, tell her thank you for being the very best editor.

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On Monday it had dusted snow, but tragically, it had happened while you were in class. You hadn’t even known until you were leaving campus and had seen the lightest coating left on some spots of the grass by the treeline.

When you got back to the apartment, Josh was already there, stirring a huge pot of something on the stove. The room smelled like a restaurant.

“Josh, oh my god, it snowed and I missed it!” you exclaimed, tossing your jacket over the back of the chair.

He paused what he was doing to look up at you and chuckled. “Don’t worry, I promise that’s not the last time.”

“What are you making?” you asked, padding across the linoleum to peer over his shoulder.

“Vegetarian chili,” he answered, lifting a wooden spoon to your face. You blew on it for a moment before taking a taste. “It needs something, but I can’t figure out what.”

“I think it’s perfect,” you replied and meant it, suddenly excited to have a bowl of it.

He hummed at you. “Thanks, but it’ll be a while before it’s done.”

You watched as he swiped the scraps from vegetables from the cutting table into the compost bucket.

“You want to watch a movie tonight?” he asked.

You frowned back at him. “I wish I could, but I’ve got a lot of work to do on my presentation. I’m supposed to be reading it to the class in like two days.”

“Alright,” he agreed, just a shade on the solemn side. There was one thing you knew for sure, and it was that there was a lot you would endure to make sure you didn’t have to see him looking sad.

“I think I can still concentrate on it if I sit with you during a movie.”

He laughed under his breath at your bargain. “It’s okay, you can work in your room instead if you’d like. Or, you can have the living room and I’ll keep to my bedroom.”

You scowled at him and pointedly replied, “Don’t be stupid, Joshua. Okay, I’ll make you a deal. I’m going to work on my paper until dinner time, then we can watch a movie.”

“I’ll take that deal.” He reached out and took your hand, shaking it once in a faux professional manner.

“But, that means I have to work all night on it tomorrow,” you warned, looking directly into his eyes.

He just grinned back mischievously.

+++

“So, what happened?” you prompted, dipping a spoon into a cup of strawberry yogurt. Kate peeked up at you over the rim of her cup, crunching a piece of ice as she set it back down on the cafeteria table.

You had been expecting Josh to join you for lunch, but you’d gotten a text telling you that he had to bail to work on production stuff and he’d see you later. You had been a bit disappointed, but you had to admit that you envied his dedication. Plus, you had Kate to keep you company.

She poured more of her Diet Cherry Coke from the bottle into the cup of ice as she talked. “Not much, honestly.” She looked like she was going to continue until her gaze caught on something over your shoulder.

You were just about to turn your head to find what she was looking at when she spoke again abruptly, making you halt all movement. “Don’t look, but there’s a guy by the vending machine that keeps looking at you.”

You gave her a surprised look. “Oh, what does he look like?”

“He’s kinda handsome - short blonde hair, probably a little taller than you, a little shorter than me.” She paused, fiddling with the cap of her soda bottle as he snuck peeks at him from across the room. “Okay, quick look.”

You chanced a glance over your shoulder and hummed as you turned back to her. “I think I’ve seen him around. I don’t really know him though,” you stated. “Are you sure he’s not looking at you?”

She huffed amusedly at you. “Pretty sure he’s not.”

“Ooh, speaking of,” you started, reaching out and nabbing one of the waffle fries off of her plate and popping it into your mouth. “Have you been texting Jake?”

“Not really.” A scarlet-colored smile was forming on her lips.

“Does that mean yes?” you pressed when you realized that was all the information she was going to give you.

She shrugged at you, already collecting the remainder of her lunch to toss away with a cheeky look.

It wasn’t until your last class that you realized where you’d seen that boy before, and embarrassingly, it wasn’t until he was already sitting next to you.

You glanced over at him, trying not to look too surprised.

“Hey, do you care if I take this spot today?” he asked, seemingly knowing what your answer would be. You kind of wanted to say no, just to prove him wrong.

“Yeah, sure,” you agreed sweetly instead.

“I hope this isn’t weird, but I saw you at Bennie’s party on Saturday and I guess I just wanted to formally introduce myself. I’m Trevor.”

He held out an open palm for you to take, and you cautiously did. “It’s nice to meet you.”

He looked pleased that this was going as smoothly as he had clearly intended - not that he was lacking confidence, but something about his facial posture told you he had expected you to give him a hard time.

“So, I’m not going to lie, this is partly because you seem to be really good at this class, but would you like to study together sometime? We could maybe get coffee after class.”

You looked at him for a silent beat before replying. “What’s the other part of the reason?”

“You seem nice, and I think you’re very pretty,” he said honestly, giving you a smile.

You mirrored it back to him with a nod. “Coffee sounds nice.”

+++

You had made it a point to message Kate, telling her exactly where you were and who you were with, and you had texted Josh, telling him you’d be back in a couple of hours.

Trevor was nice and somewhat funny. He seemed a little intellectually shallow, but you couldn’t actually judge that from an hour and a half long hang out in a coffee shop.

When you got back to your apartment and checked your phone, you had six messages from Kate.

Oh i’m kinda shocked

Good for you tho

Is he cuter up close?

Are you guys actually studding

*studying

i’m going to ask around and see if anyone knows anything about him

You snickered to yourself as you were reading them, before quickly typing back, let me know what you find out tomorrow.

You were greeted by an empty living room and kitchen, but you could see that Josh’s bedroom light was on, so you headed that way as you shedded your extra layers of clothing.

You knocked on the door frame, though the door was wide open to reveal Josh laying out on his bed with a lit joint between his lips and Penny on his bedside table. Folk music was playing from his laptop in a tinny quality.

He peeked an eye open at the sound of your entrance, greeting you with a smile.

“You’re not falling asleep with a lit spliff, are you?”

“This is my second one,” he replied as if that was supposed to answer your question or quell your concern. “You want some? Or do you want to work on your paper?”

You ran your teeth over your bottom lip. “I finished my paper in class today. My professor gave us the whole period to work on it.”

He perked up then. “I can’t help but notice that wasn’t a no.” And after a pause he finished, “And congratulations - I’m proud of you.”

You gave him an awkward thumbs up that he promptly barked a laugh at.

“You wanna?”

“I’ve never smoked before,” you reminded him like it might change his mind.

“C’mere. I’ll help you.”

You held a finger up at him. “Hang on, I’m going to change. Don’t look at me like that, I don’t want my new sweater to smell like pot, dude.”

You returned back in your pajamas, still nervous, but now comfy. He patted the spot in front of him on his bed, prompting you to clamber on. Once you were situated, you tugged his comforter over your shoulders from where it was bunched up at the bottom of his bed.

“Are you good?” he asked.

You nodded at him, nervous enough that he could sense it.

“I’m going to shotgun you, okay?” He put his hand on your knee for comfort, and you had to admit that the touch helped ground you.

“Okay,” you replied quickly.

“Okay?” he prompted again, looking less convinced.

“What does shotgun mean?” you whispered like it was a secret, making him giggle into his shoulder.

“I’m going to blow the smoke into your mouth. Since it’s your first time, I don’t want you to get super high.”

“Oh. Yeah, that wouldn’t be good,” you agreed.

“Okay, I’m going to take a drag, and you’re going to open your mouth and suck in the smoke when I blow it out.”

You watched him raise the paper to his lips, the cherry turning bright orange as he inhaled. It wasn’t until he leaned forward with a closed mouth that you realized how...intimate the moment was.

You weren’t positive he wasn’t going to press his lips directly to yours until you opened your mouth and pulled in his exhale.

“Hold it in a second if you can,” he instructed, his voice a bit deeper from the smoke.

You did as you were told, grimacing as you exhaled. “It tastes like dirty socks.”

He snorted a laugh, tipping his head back until it was rested against the wall.

“I’m not sure what I expected though, because it also smells like dirty socks,” you continued, prompting his laughing to continue until he was sighing contentedly.

“That’s cute,” he said through a grin. “Innocent.”

You could feel your cheeks warming by the second. You rolled your eyes at him playfully.

“Do you feel anything?” he asked, sitting back up to attend to you.

You shook your head. “Not really,” you admitted.

“You wanna try again? You can just take a hit yourself if you want.”

“Actually could you do it again?” you asked, embarrassed, but not enough so that you were willing to do it alone.

He gave you a grin, lifting the blunt back to his lips, but this time when he leaned forward, the fingers of his right hand found your jawline, pulling you into him too. When he blew the smoke to you, it was just inches from your lips, and this time you drank it in, forcing it deep into your lungs and holding it there.

It started to hit you moments after you exhaled it - this pleasant, warm feeling.

“Hang on,” you said excitedly, throwing the blanket off of you as you scrambled to get off the bed. When you returned you had a little speaker and your phone. The playlist that the two of you had collaborated on for cleaning days started playing, and even though he was laying out flat on his bed, you could see his lips turn up into a smile.

You laid next to him, resting your head on his arm and giving a pleasant sigh.

“What’s it feel like?” he asked, a rasp behind the words. He lolled his head to the side to look at you.

“Warm and fuzzy. Kinda like being in love or seeing a really cute kitten. But also kinda like being on a sailboat in the middle of...I don’t know, some European sea. I can’t think of a single one right now if I’m being honest though.”

When you met his eyes, he was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “Damn, that’s awesome.”

He sat up on his elbow and reached past you to grab something from his nightstand. You were going to look and see what it was, but staring at the little speckles of plaster on his ceiling was suddenly the best thing you’d ever experienced.

“Do you always wear cologne?” you asked, suddenly unsure if you were talking really slowly or if your brain just couldn’t process the sound on time.

“Usually.” When you were able to look over at him, he had a bag of Tootsie Pops by his side, one of the sticks hanging out of his mouth. “You want one?”

You agreed by holding out your hand, letting him give you whatever flavor chance had picked for you.

He had unwrapped it already, which you thanked him for as the flavor of grape hit your tongue.

“What flavor did you get?” you asked, turning over so you could lay on your stomach, head propped up by your hands.

“Cherry,” he replied through a smile, opening his mouth to show you after he asked, “Is my tongue red?”

You giggled at him. “Yeah, it definitely is.”

There was a long, comfortable pause, but you were in no state to determine how long it lasted.

“I went on a date today.” It came out like an admission, despite your efforts to keep the statement casual.

He had an impressed look on his face ”Oh, yeah? With who?”

He sat up with what looked like some effort until he was sitting cross-legged. You breathed a laugh, casting your eyes to the pendant of his necklace where it rested against his sternum.

“This guy, Trevor.”

The shocked smile he gave you felt a little surreal in your state. “I didn’t know you even knew any other people here.”

“I actually met him today,” you admitted.

“And you went on a date with him?” And before you could answer, he continued. “How did it go?”

“It wasn’t really a date, per se. We just had coffee,” you informed. “And, actually, I even bought my own. “

He raised his eyebrows at you until you realized he wanted you to answer the other part of his question.

“Oh, it was okay. I liked him.”

“Was he kind to you?” he asked, keeping his expression level.

You nodded. “Yeah, he was. He offered to get my coffee, but I didn’t want him to think he was like. Doing me some big favor, you know?”

Josh huffed a laugh. “That sounds about right. Sounds like you.”

“We made plans for him to come over on Thursday and study.”

Josh tossed the stick of his sucker across the room, landing it perfectly in the little trash can by his door. “Would you like me to be gone for that?”

You frowned at nothing in particular. “Two things. One, how did you just make that shot? I can’t even move. And two, no, why would I want you to go?”

He shrugged, popping another sucker into his mouth. “I’m full of surprises, you’ve just gotta stick around.”

“Well, I live here so I don’t think that’ll be a problem.” The way you had muttered made him smirk at you. “But no, you obviously don’t have to leave while he’s here. Actually, I’d prefer if you didn’t - I don’t know him very well.”

Josh looked up at you through his lashes for a moment. “Then I’ll be here.”

The both of you hung out on his bed for an indiscernible amount of time, and not once did you ever feel less high. You had intended to get up and brush your teeth, but it didn’t happen, and there was nothing you could do about it. Your eyelids started to feel heavier than you could ever remember them being - like something had ahold of your leg and was dragging you down into sleep.

The last thing you could recall was the sound of Josh’s smoked-out voice, quietly humming along to the chorus of a song and the visualization of the sound behind your eyes, sweeping back and forth between notes.

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adhdeancas · 4 years ago

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For @theangelwiththewormstache, I kind of went all out and searched through your blog to see what you like and headcanon, sent a few sneaky asks to find out more, and wrote in all the things I wanted for everyone’s happy ending. it got... unbelievably long.

Merry Christmas and enjoy :)

Love, Cas over at @let-me-live-in-peace and @samwinchestersleftshoe

PS: thanks to @destielsecretsanta2020 for organizing this!

Click.

Dean sighed and nodded, pulling the phone away from his ear so he could stare at it expectantly. Right about…

It rang.

“Cas,” Dean said languidly, like an asshole who didn’t know why his boyfriend was calling him back.

“Sorry. I forgot again.”

“I know.” Dean couldn’t keep the smile out of his voice if he tried. And he tried.

“I love you.”

“I know.”

“Dean.” A hint of well-earned annoyance.

“I love you too, Cas.”

“Bye.” And another click. Dean grinned and pocketed his phone. The dumbass was still too impatient to wait for an answering goodbye. Guess they’d never be the couple to argue about who should hang up first. Then again, Dean kinda liked it this way. It was just a few more seconds of teasing and a special call to say I love you, that was kind of nice, right? Jesus he was a sap.

“Earth to Dean? Wanna stop daydreaming about your boyfriend for a sec and get back on task?” Claire was standing there waving a hand in his face, bitchface firmly planted. Dean gave her one back.

“Don’t be homophobic.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m gay.”

“Yeah.” Dean kept walking, looking around at the rows on rows of Christmas trees. He stole a glance back at her. “Where is Kaia anyway?”

Claire blushed and crossed her arms over her chest. She would never tell him, but Kaia had hung back to give her some alone time with Dean. “She wanted to hang out with Jack. Guess she didn’t want to stare at your ugly mug all day.” A grin then, as Dean laughed at her joke.

“Fine, fine, guess you’re stuck with me.”

They roamed around a bit, both insisting on cutting down their tree themselves, Claire winning the fight to get to carry the ax. (Yes, Sam had suggested they bring a chainsaw. They had both refused because they needed to “earn the Christmas tree.”)

“Cas wanted a fraser fir.” Dean remembered, pointing to the section marked for them.

He felt, rather than saw, Claire roll her eyes, which, that’s exactly what Dean had done when Cas first told him. “Dork. Do you always do what your boyfriend tells you?”

Dean shrugged. “Pretty much. You?”

“Yeah.” They shared a soft smile before going back to their regular shit-talking. It was just The Dynamic. They searched a little bit more before they found one, the perfect tree that was big enough to make them both giggle over what Sam’s reaction would be when they brought it home.

It… takes longer to cut down a tree than you would think. Than either of them thought. Especially when you bring an ax and especially when you choose an obnoxiously large tree. They took a break about halfway through, sitting down in the snow and passing the thermos of hot chocolate Jack made them take back and forth (Claire spiked it with Bailey’s, which Dean chose not to comment on but was grateful for).

“Hey Claire… is it weird? Seeing me and Cas,”

Claire looked at him warily, seeming to consider what possible ulterior motives he had. Then, figuring she was the one with the ax, she answered. “A little. But I never saw my dad this old. Or this gay.” She gave him a grin and Dean flipped her off, taking the ax out of her hands to get back to the tree. “It’s good.”

Dean paused. “What is?”

“You and him. You’re good for each other, you can tell. Don’t overthink it.”

Dean’s lips curled up. “Sounds like something Cas would say.”

“Yeah, well, sometimes the dork is right. Don’t be an idiot.” She shook her head at him. “Jody had to remind me all the time at first.”

“What?”

“That I… y’know. Deserve it. Her. To be happy.” She put the last bit in quotes, saying it sarcastically, but Dean could see the truth of it in her eyes.

“Yeah, well, Jody’s smart like that.” He took another swing at the ax and tried to believe it for himself. It got easier every day.

------

Cas was left at home with Kaia and Jack while Dean and Claire got the tree and Sam and Eileen got food supplies. (Dean had protested, but Sam had -correctly- said that if given free rein, he wouldn’t get any vegetarian options and would get 10x more junk than they needed.) Jody, Donna, Alex, Bobby, Charlie, and the rest wouldn’t be here until the next afternoon. Christmas afternoon.

“So what should we do first?” He was a little bit nervous, being once again put in charge of the kids.

“Paper snowflakes?” Jack suggested, his excitement all too obvious from the smile on his face. Kaia glanced at him, amused by his obvious enthusiasm. Claire had braided his hair before she left while Kaia painted his nails (black, because they don’t own any other color of nail polish). It was clear they were pretty bonded.

“Sounds good to me.”

Kaia had to teach both of them how to make paper snowflakes. Cas tried to make perfectly symmetrical snowflakes; Jack kept cutting his in half on accident which made a bunch of smaller snowflakes. Hey, it worked.

“So… what’s the deal with you and Dean?”

“Deal?” Cas flushed a little. Everytime someone asked it thrilled him all over again. He was dating Dean. Dean. Was his. Had told him so, straight to his face. And he got to kiss Dean whenever, and sleep with him, and make him make noises only he got to hear, and listen to all his worries and weird fears and recaps on the latest episodes of Dr. Sexy.

“Cas?” Jack was knocking on the table lightly. Kaia had two raised eyebrows and a little smile.

“That good, huh?” She could relate. Everytime she thought about Claire she felt all warm inside, and going home to her at the end of the day was like a dream, especially after being apart for so long.

Cas looked down, called out. “That good.” he agreed.

“How disgusting are they, Jack, on a scale of cute to rip your own face off cute?” Kaia leaned over the table now, shit-eating grin plastered firmly on her face. Jack looked delighted to be in on the joke, which made Cas happy in spite of himself. Jack really needed this time with kids his own age. (Well, kind of. He was technically three.)

“Well, they do cook together…”

“Do they do that thing where one of them comes up from behind and puts their head on the other’s shoulder?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Dean or Cas?”

“Cas watches. He can’t cook.”

“Hey!” It was true. Cas was just arguing for the principle of it.

“But the movie nights are the cutest. One of them always falls asleep on top of the other one.”

“Probably at like 10 o’clock. You guys are so old.” Kaia teased, shifting her attention back to Cas.

Cas shook his head and pointed his finger at the two of them. “I never should have had children.” Kaia stuck her tongue out and Jack followed suit. Proving his point. Kids.

---------

“Hey, you dorks just gonna let us do all the work, huh?” Dean shouted from the garage.

“Yeah motherfuckers, get in here!”

Cas let out a half-hearted “Language!” before following Kaia and Jack through the halls. Claire pulled Jack into a side hug first before tugging Kaia in for a kiss. Dean would’ve followed suit, except Claire had actually left him to carry the whole fucking tree himself, which Dean, like an idiot, had actually attempted. Cas hurried over to help him, which earned him a glare lined with gratefulness.

“Oh yeah, have a happy little reunion over there, don’t mind me or this giant tree!” Dean griped at the kids. “Let the old men handle it!”

“Hey, you said it first.” Claire raised an eyebrow at Dean and pulled Kaia and Jack off into the bunker, probably to go find Miracle. Dean sighed heavily, muttering under his breath.

“You brought that on yourself.” Cas informed him, grunting under the effort of holding up half the tree.

“Thank you, babe. Very helpful.” Dean rolled his eyes. Cas pretended he didn’t feel a jolt of happiness at the most sarcastic ‘babe’ he’d ever heard.

-----

They managed to haul the giant-ass tree into the library and set it up, barely. It did almost crush Cas, but Dean tugged it upright at the last moment, prompting a joke about Cas dying again. (“Hey, you’re not allowed to make those anymore, you’re human now, dick.”) And a kiss that all the kids whooped and hollered at.

Then Cas showed Dean and Claire around the decorations they’d made while they were out. The greatest hits included paper snowflakes, ornaments, and a Christmas tree on the wall made out of old license plates. Dean clapped Jack on the shoulder to congratulate him on his crafts while Kaia held Claire’s hand and pretended not to be affected by the praise sent her way.

By the time Sam and Eileen got back, they’d decorated the tree, all the chairs in the bunker, and the stair-rail with lights and tinsel. Sam let out a whistle when he came back in, which brought Miracle, Jack, and Cas to greet them. (Claire and Kaia were busy telling Dean all about their local gay bar. Which, considering they lived in South Dakota, was quite the story.)

Dean’s eyes lit up as soon as he saw his brother and Eileen come in the kitchen with their bags. “Okay Dean, before you ask, we went with apple, pecan, pumpkin, and cherry.” Sam looked at Dean warily, who stared back at him over the girls’ heads with narrowed eyes, deciding whether or not to fight. The amount of pie ingredients he’d put on the list had been truly outrageous.

“Would like to remind you that the kids are making cookies and cheesecake too.” Eileen reminded him. Dean continued to look around suspiciously until Cas sat down on his lap.

That’s great, Eileen. Cas signed to her. He will be fine.

Eileen rolled her eyes. Whiner. Sam let out a snort and Cas grinned at her. Dean glared.

“What’re you saying?”

“Learn to sign better and you’d know.” Sam smirked.

“I’m working on it!” Dean protested and wrapped his arms around Cas’s waist, tugging him in possessively. He was going to try to sign something else but settled for a middle finger pointed straight at his brother. Hey, it was sign language.

Cas leaned back and kissed him on the cheek for his efforts. His memory landed on one particularly frustrating night for Dean when they’d been practicing his ASL (Cas knew every language of course) and Dean just couldn’t remember the most basic of things. Lamp, field, tree. The more frustrated he got, the more words started to leave him. He’d started swearing under his breath and stomped out to the porch to cool off, followed by Cas a few minutes later. Cas still remembered the drained look in his eyes as he looked at Cas.

“I feel like such a fucking dumbass, Cas. I know it’s not that hard, it shouldn’t be that hard, Sam makes it seem so easy…”

“Dean, you are learning. It’s okay if it takes you a little time. Sam has experience with ASL, doesn’t he?”

Dean had sighed and conceded this. “Yeah, he took some in college I think. I just… I never took any language, you know? Didn’t seem as important as woodshop or sex ed.” He grinned half-heartedly at his own joke.

Cas smiled back and pointed at him, signing o and k. You’re okay.

He repeated the signs, nodding. I’m okay.

I love you.

I love you too.

-----

After the pies were made and chicken noodle soup in the crock pot, Cas and Dean relinquished the kitchen to the kids and retired to the Dean cave. Sam and Eileen were cooped up in their room until they were allowed back into the living quarters by the kids. They didn’t want their creations critiqued or tasted before they were ready.

Cas waited patiently while Dean typed away on his phone, eyes narrowed to see the text. He refused to get reading glasses or enlarge the print on his phone, even though he sorely needed it. Cas kept his complaining about it to a minimum though because he liked the wrinkles around Dean’s eyes when he squinted. It reminded him that he got to grow old with Dean.

Dean looked up finally to see the fond look on his lover’s face and blushed, guilty. “Sorry, just checking with Kara.”

Cas nodded understandingly. As always. “The bar will survive without us for a few days.”

“I know.” Dean looked down, a little pleased he could admit it. “I just miss it.” Wow, to have a life he could miss, and to miss it from a peaceful holiday vacation surrounded by his family. It was… surreal.

“What do you want to watch?”

Dean sank back into the cushions, thinking. “Die Hard?”

Cas smiled at him. “Is that what you want to watch?”

Dean rolled his eyes and flipped around so he could lay his head in Cas’s lap. “No.” He admitted it grudgingly. Cas could read him like a book. It was inconvenient sometimes and other times, like now, it was nice. “Just seems like the thing to watch. Y’know, Christmas Eve.”

Cas shrugged. He put a hand in Dean’s hair, just like he liked it. Dean closed his eyes almost at his touch; he’d gotten much more comfortable letting his guard down like that lately. It had taken a while though, months of Dean staying rigid in his arms before he could relax quicker. “There are other things to watch.”

Dean reached a hand up and cupped Cas’s jaw with his hand. “Whaddyou wanna watch, sweetheart?”

Cas couldn’t help but turn his head to kiss Dean’s hand. Dean only called him sweetheart when he was feeling particularly tender, usually a few whiskeys in. This time he happened to be both. Cas loved it. “What about a double feature?”

“Hm,” Dean scrubbed his hand along Cas’s stubble and thought. Cas’s stubble was one his favorite physical things about him; sometimes Cas accused him of petting him like a cat. “What ones?”

“First… It’s a Wonderful Life.”

Dean cracked a grin and opened his eyes. “Clarence?”

Cas blushed. “I miss her sometimes.”

“Should I be worried?”

Cas tilted his head, pretending to consider it. “Considering she’s a demon? Probably.” Meg was banished to hell with the rest of the demons that had gotten out of the Empty, but given their old friendship with the Queen of Hell, that didn’t mean much for them.

“Psh, demon-shmemon. Been there, done that.” Dean pulled Cas down into a kiss, making him bend over into an awkward position that made Cas giggle. “Being a human is much sexier.”

“I agree.”

Dean waggled his eyebrows at him suggestively. “Wanna make it a triple feature? Little hanky panky for intermission?” Cas rolled his eyes, which Dean interpreted as a solid yes. “What is our second movie, anyway?”

“Huh.” Cas booped Dean on the nose. “Love Actually.”

A slow, dopey smile spread over Dean’s face. “Okay.” He paused, thinking about it. He’d pushed Cas into watching it years ago, when they were still just friends, by ‘accidentally’ adding it to his Netflix Queue and then letting Cas loose for movie night. He’d watched Cas for his reactions the whole time (and only gotten distracted by looking At Cas a few times). It had been a couple months ago when he told Cas about that. “Second favorite thing about being queer is being able to watch sappy shit like that.”

Cas rolled his eyes. “You were able to before, Dean.”

Dean ignored him. “Ask me what my favorite thing is,”

“What’s your favorite thing?”

“This.” He burrowed into Cas’s lap. A sap and a flirt.

“I thought you were gonna say Taylor Swift.” A dry witted old queen.

Dean snorted into his stomach. “That’s my third favorite.”

----

“Alright, gang, what do we say? Same place tomorrow morning, let’s say… 5?” He spun around to look at everyone, a wide smile on his face. Everyone seemed less enthused than him, although Sam seemed to think his situation was amusing.

“Dude, I’m not twelve, I’m not waking up at 5 am to open a few presents.”

“Like hell you aren’t!” Dean was smiling but it was less of a happy smile and more of a disbelieving one. Cas squeezed his arm then, stopped him from continuing his argument. Dean glanced at him and he just stared and gave him another squeeze.

Dean knew what that look meant. It meant ‘Dean, you’re overreacting again, calm down and think about it’ and also ‘stop being such an asshole’ and probably also ‘wow you’re eyes are really pretty’ knowing Cas.

He took a deep breath and pecked Cas on the lips. “Alright, princess, what time are you willing to drag your lazy ass out of bed?”

Claire smirked and sent a look at Kaia before leveling back at Dean. “Eleven.”

“Eight.”

“Ten. Final offer.”

Dean considered a moment then extended a hand. And shook. “You have yourself a deal.”

----

After they went to bed, they talked about it. These days, they always talked about it. It was one of the things Cas had brought home from his shrink appointments, and, as much as Dean hated to admit it, it worked. Helped.

Cas changed into pajamas and stretched, sending a look back at Dean. Dean rolled his eyes and started before Cas could prod him to. “Yeah, yeah, I know.”

Cas raised an eyebrow at him. “You hate the morning.”

Dean pursed his lips and shook his head, then pulled down his pants, because you should never have a conversation with your boyfriend with pants when you could have one without pants. These things he was learning. “Yeah, I do, it’s just… it’s Christmas.”

“Yes, it is. Isn’t it supposed to be a day of relaxation and fun?”

“Yeah, but it’s supposed to be exciting! Kids jumping on their parents bed at the asscrack of dawn to go to the tree, that kinda shit!” He shrugged, getting stupid worked up over it, he knew. He knew. Cas pulled him in by the hand and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Come on, tell me how I’m being an asshole.”

Cas rolled his eyes. “What part of ‘you do everything for love’ do you not understand?”

“How is me freaking out over Christmas morning ‘for love’?”

Cas didn’t flinch away from the self-deprecation. “You want them to have the Christmas you never got.”

Dean sank his head onto Cas’s shoulder, thinking about it. He was right, of course he was, he’s always right. Cas can read him like a book, even when Dean himself didn’t know what he was doing. “I guess so, yeah.”

“That’s admirable. But the Christmas they deserve, same as you did, is the one they want. Which might not be the one you wanted.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right.” he sighed heavily. More than he wanted his kids to have a motherfucking Christmas-card Christmas, he just didn’t want to be the ruin of it. Didn’t want to be John. “Sorry you have to shrink my head all the time.” Dean muttered softly. Cas pulled him away and kissed him, slow and soft.

“You pay me back tenfold.”

“You’ve got a shrink.”

“I meant with sex.” Cas met his eyes, face stoic as always. He would’ve gotten away with it too, if it weren’t for the glint in his eyes. It gave him away.

Dean threw back his head and laughed.

“Motherfucker.”

“I don’t have a mother.”

Dean shook his head, grin splitting open his face. Cas himself was trying to hold it together; he kept having to push down the corners of his mouth so he wouldn't break. Dean crowded closer, determined to ruin that composure. He walked his face right into Cas’s, only reaching for his lips once they were already bumping together. Then he fell into it, pulled Cas toward him to get more, settled into the easy mesh of their bodies until Cas ended up knocking his knee against the bedframe with a loud thump.

They dissolved into a pile of breathy giggles, too giddy and soft to work up the energy to get frisky. Dean just shrugged off his shirt and pulled Cas closer to him. “You know you’re the best thing to ever happen to me.” Dean told him seriously. He didn’t know where it came from; it was way too mushy to even possibly be from his mind. Maybe it was something about the holiday, and the family, and the safety that all of it brought.

“And so are you.” Cas replied simply, eyes glinting.

“Even though I’m an asshole sometimes?” He had to ruin it. Had to put in that little bit of doubt, of insecurity. But it wouldn’t be truthful if he just swallowed it, so he let it be said.

Cas kissed his nose, which made Dean feel like a child but also like something so special and precious he didn’t complain. “Even though you’re an asshole sometimes.”

Dean snorted out a laugh and chased Cas’s lips, nipping at him in offense. He sank onto the pillow and stared at Cas where he sat up. Cas just looked down at him, adopting that alien-like quality he could still summon. “Marry me.”

“What?”

Dean smiled fondly at him, for once not at all concerned. “I dunno, dunnit ‘boyfriends’ sound way too young to you? I mean you’re practically 5 million years old, you can’t have a boyfriend.”

Cas pursed his lips, seemingly deciding between protesting his age or agreeing to his proposal. He laid next to Dean during his decision, letting Dean watch him consider. “Suppose you’re right.” He shrugged, offering up a tiny grin.

“Yeah?”

“Yes, Dean.”

“No, you’re supposed to say ‘Yes, yes, a thousand times yes’ and then burst into tears.”

“Dean.”

“Hey, I don’t make the rules, that’s just how humans do it!”

“Okay, I take it back.”

Dean laughed and pulled him into a giddy kiss. “I love you.”

“I hope so, you’re marrying me.” Cas couldn’t contain his smile anymore; he stopped trying and just stared at Dean with the kind of wonder that used to make Dean feel uncomfortable. Now, it just made him feel lucky. “I love you too.”

---

A phone rang, a bizarre ringtone Dean didn’t recognize. Sam jumped up and ran off to the map room, apologizing quickly. “What the hell, man!” Dean yelled after him and sent a look at Eileen.

Hunter call, probably. She signed. Sure enough, Sam was in the other room picking up a landline with an annoyed tone.

He listened for a few minutes, asking follow-up questions before Dean heard him say, “Rugaru, yeah, that’s what it sounds like. Yeah, you gotta burn ‘em. Nasty, sorry. Yeah, no problem. Good luck.” He hung up and headed back into the room, signing and talking. “Sorry, hunting doesn’t care about holidays.”

“So glad we’re not doing that anymore.” Dean sighed happily, wrapping an arm around Cas. Sam smiled at him and nodded.

“Me too. I had to burn those clothes after the Rugaru thing.” He shuddered, the memory of the stench enough to make him happy for an empty stomach.

Eileen shrugged. Never had to deal with one of those.

“Lucky.” Dean promised her. Cas nudged him, nodding toward Jack. He was shaking a wrapped box with his name on it, a look of deep concentration on his face.

“Whaddya think it is, kid?”

Jack shook his head. “No idea. Can I open it?”

“Go for it.”Jack tore into it, no regard for the painted newspaper (yes, it was recycled, Cas and Sam both agreed) as he got to the box underneath. “Open the card first, heathen!” Dean joked, pointing out the card tucked onto the bottom of the thing. Jack scowled but complied, opening the card to find a nice note from him and Cas and a key taped in.

“What’s it for?”

Dean leaned forward, elbows on his knees, excited about this part. He had been the one who came up with it, after all. “Our place. We wanted to make it official, since you been, you know, visiting around a lot lately.” Dean turned a little pink in the cheeks. Jack had indeed been drifting between Sam and Eileen’s, Jody’s, his and Cas’s, Donna’s, and Claire and Kaia’s. But he always spent the most time at his and Cas’s house, trying to copy Dean and always ending up enjoying Cas’s hobbies more. Sam had told him a while back that Jack confided he wasn’t sure he was welcome there, not for the long term. So Dean wanted to let him know he was welcome. Except now, looking at the uncertainty on Jack’s face, he wasn’t so sure that’s what the kid wanted. “Uh, you know, you can just spend however much you want with us, but… you know.” He poked Cas desperately in the side, trying to get him to save the sentence.

“We’d like you to have a ‘home base’ with us, Jack. However often you are willing to stay.” Cas said simply. He squeezed Dean’s knee to reassure him.

Jack looked up at them with a stunned expression. “Does this mean I can take out the trash? And do the dishes?” He looked thrilled at the idea.

Dean chuckled. “We never would’ve stopped you before, kid. But yeah, sure.”

Sam cleared his throat, offering a smile to Jack. “That better not mean you stop coming around here though, Jack.” When Dean had called and told him his idea for the present, he’d almost teared up. His brother had come a long way with Jack. Still, he wanted to reassure his kid that he always had a home with him and Eileen too, no matter how busy he was. (And nowadays, between online classes, cataloguing lore onto an online database, and being the New Bobby, he was really busy.)

Jack jumped up, clearly about to go for a round of hugs, but Dean waved him off. “Keep going, you haven’t even gotten through one present yet.”

Jack grinned and complied, taking a bit more time with the box. He pulled out a Scooby Doo phone case, marked for Extra Protection, with Scooby and Shaggy on the back.

“That one was my idea.” Cas told him proudly.

“I helped.” Dean piped up.

“You did not.”

“I helped you pick which case!”

“You wanted to get one with Fred and Daphne.”

“Well, yeah-”

“Not everyone has a crush on them like you do, Dean.”

Dean flushed scarlet and went silent, pouting. Jack ignored their bickering and beamed up at Castiel. “I love it, dad. Thank you.”

Cas looked like he could’ve gone for round 4 with the Empty with how happy he was, but he just nodded. “Of course.”

The rest of the gifts went by with lots of shouting, laughing, smiling, and hugging. And a few tears all around. Dean got Claire a flamethrower without consulting anyone, and Cas got Kaia a rose and lavender scented pillow fragrance (“It helps ensure good dreams.”), which prompted a comment from Claire (“How’d he know you’re a pillow princess?”) that everyone pretended not to hear. Dean got Eileen a Woojer, a wearable speaker that lets you feel music’s vibrations in your body (“Because no one should have to live without Zepp available to them 24/7. Also, now you can cry with me when the sad music cues come on Dr. Sexy,” - one of their favorite activities together).

Dean jerked a head at Sam to get him out of the room, so Sam snatched his gift while Dean detached himself from Cas. They went to the kitchen, sending a couple soft looks back at their family gathered around the tree with all their new possessions. It was nice, and they both felt it.

“So, uh, Sammy, I been thinking a lot about what to get you for Christmas and everything. I didn’t want to go with the classic-”

“Skin mag and candy bar?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, damn, now I feel bad.” Sam mimed hiding his present (obviously bigger than a skin mag) behind his back, and Dean rolled his eyes.

“I finally got money, you know? Not a lot of it, but… I got a house and fucking, Cas, and… anyway. We’re finally doing Christmas and I wanted to do it right. And I want you to be as off-the-wall happy as I am, dude.”

Sam smiled widely, not even able to come up with a little-brother bitchy comment to that. “Thanks, Dean, that means a lot.”

Dean cleared his throat and nodded. “Yeah, so, I, um, I wanna pay for your school.” Sam opened his mouth to protest but Dean held up a hand. “No, listen, I know you’ve been stressed about it, and I know you’ve been working really hard on the hunting catalogue stuff. That shit’s important. And I can pay for some crappy internet school classes. No offense.”

Sam laughed and pulled his brother into a hug. “Thank you, man.” He said, muffled into Dean’s shoulder. “You have no idea how much that means to me.”

Dean patted Sam on the back, expecting Sam to pull away, but he didn’t. “Uh, Sammy.” Sam ignored him. “Sam. Dude, get off me. I want my present.”

Sam snorted and finally pulled away. Dean tactfully ignored the wetness of his eyes in favor of snatching the gift from Sam’s hands. He tore it open with all the grace of a rabid dog, unveiling a thick, leather bound scrapbook. “A scrapbook? Really?” Dean raised his eyebrows. “That’s gay, even for you.”

Sam pulled a bitchface. “Who sucks their boyfriend’s dick every chance he gets?”

Dean flipped him off. No need to argue, Sam would see right through him. It was true though. Not that he would know. Dean flipped open the cover and grinned immediately. It was Sam and Dean as kids, in a mall photo booth, being dumbasses with their tongues stuck out and their faces all crazy. Dean mooned the camera in one, and you could see the psychological scarring on Sam’s face in the next picture. A little note slapped on the page next to it said “I have more nightmares about this than about hell”. Dean laughed, glancing up at Sam before he continued. Sam’s eyes were hopeful with a glint of mischief. That was never good.

Dean flipped through the next pages. It showed them through the years, all with little notes of Sam’s internal monologue. “Grumpy because he hasn’t gotten his coffee this morning” “That’s for the itching powder incident, asshole” and more and more. There were even some pictures in there of just him that Sam had obviously taken without Dean’s knowledge, pictures of him sleeping with comments about his snoring, pictures of him singing obnoxiously in the car with jokes about ear damage. Pictures of him and Bobby shooting the shit with notes about the pair of “old men.”

Then the pictures started to change. There started to be pictures of him and Cas. Mostly just him and Cas. Standing, talking, watching TV together (this one says “angel’s first porno!” with a bunch of hearts next to it). Comments talking about personal space (“he never stands that close to ME”) and the like. One of Dean in Bobby’s panic room where Dean has a speech bubble drawn on his serious face that says “Cas, not for nothing, but the last person who looked at me like that, I got laid” and then just a selfie of Sam pulling his bitchiest bitch face.

Dean turned a little red at that, recognizing his complete obliviousness at the time, and kept going. The pictures continue, lots of fun-loving pictures of them on the road and the occasional movie or bar night, Charlie and Kevin and even Crowley and Rowena. But without fail, there is picture after picture of him and Cas sharing a publicly private moment, all with little snippy comments from his little brother. More than three of those comments are “Just kiss already!!!” Dean finally looks up to see Sam crossing his arms and staring at him with a smug, self-satisfied smile.

“When the hell did you make this?” Dean sputtered. These are a lot of pictures, Sam must’ve kept them on his crappy cell phones for years.

Sam blinked. “I started it in 2006.”

“No, I mean, when did you go back and add all these bitchy little comments?”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “2006.”

Dean blinked right back. “But you… you’ve got all these dumbass comments about me and Cas.”

His smartass little brother started to smile then, a big shit-eating grin he wanted to smack off his dumb face. “Yeah, man, you weren’t exactly smooth about it.”

“Hey, fuck you, what does that mean?” It was said in jest, but Dean’s volume control went out the window.

“Dean? Sam? Everything okay?” Cas’s voice reached them from the other room. Dean sent an offended glance back at Sam before answering.

“Yeah babe, I’m just finding out how much I wanna punch my brother in here,”

“Okay, well, leave it till tomorrow, it’s Christmas.”

“Nah, isn’t fighting with your family a holiday tradition?”

“I think you’re right. Okay, continue.”

Now Sam was just watching him with such a knowing expression it made him annoyed. He was watching him flirt with his boyfriend- no, technically, husband. Oh yeah. He lowered his voice back down to a reasonable volume to talk to just his brother again.

“Yeah, so, I should also tell you-” He closed the book and set it on the counter. “We uh… Cas and I, we’re gonna get married.” He looked down at his feet and blushed a bit, could feel the rising heat in his cheeks. Honestly, he couldn’t believe he was saying that. He was getting married. To Cas. “Obviously, you know, we can’t really, with one of us being a legally dead terrorist and the other a former angel in the body of a missing family man,” Dean and Sam both laughed at that. “But I asked him and he said yes.”

“You asked him?” Sam seemed more surprised by that than the actual news. Dean shrugged and nodded. “Wow. Congrats, Dean, really.” Sam pulled him in for another hug, which Dean happily returned. “Can I walk you down the aisle?”

Dean rolled his eyes. “If anyone’s getting walked down the aisle, it’s Cas. He might get distracted by a butterfly halfway down, he’ll need the guide.”

Sam grinned. “Come on, it’s not like you weren’t always gonna give me away.”

Dean frowned at him. “Me? Why?”

“Dean, you’re the closest thing to a parent I ever had.” Sam says it like it’s obvious, like he isn’t forgetting about-

“You had Dad.”

Sam raised his eyebrows and laid a hand on Dean’s shoulder, making his big brother look him in the eyes as he repeated it. “You’re the closest thing to a parent I ever had.”

Dean wasn’t gonna get choked up. No, he wasn’t, damn it. He’d made it this far in the visit without getting choked up, he could-

“Sam?”

Eileen appeared around the corner, making them both realize how long they’d been away from the rest. Sam looked at her apologetically, signing Sorry. Dean was just telling me he and Cas are getting married!

Eileen turned to Dean, barely giving Dean time to process a quick congratulations sign before she enveloped him in a hug. Dean laughed and hugged her back, pulling away to sign thank you. At least he knew how to do that.

Big church wedding? Eileen teased.

“Only if Cas wears a poofy dress,” Dean joked back. He only knew the signs for Cas and dress, but between that and lip-reading, Eileen got it. She shook her head with a grin and grabbed Sam’s hand. They all went back into the living room and to the rest for another round of hot chocolate and a marathon of all the Home Alone movies, per request.

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Dean snuggled into Cas’s side and ruffled a hand through Jack’s hair and he tried to think of something more perfect than having his family all together for Christmas. He couldn’t.

#destiel secret santa #secret santa 2020 #fanfic #destiel #deancas #christmas fluff #theangelwiththewormstache #my writing #destiel secret santa 2020 #fluff #dean winchester #castiel #sam winchester #eileen leahy #jack kline #kaia rieves #claire novak

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yandere-mha-blog · 3 years ago

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Chapter 8: Handy

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There was only one more thing hawks wanted to do at the moment, get your talon back, he was smart to keep one of his feathers on the guy he smacked against the door. Hearing the conversation on how he keeps his little “trophies” in front of the people he “interrogated”.

“I was so worried when I heard the news that Nighthawks somehow found a way to break in.” His wife said, “And to hear you were actually hurt.”

“I'm fine, nothing to worry about.” He said

“But dad, you have a large bump on your head.” His kid said

“Nothing time and some ice won’t heal.” he said “thanks for dinner honey.”

He gave his wife a quick kiss on the cheek before heading into his workroom and taking out your talon from a glass box before putting it back in and then going to the other trophies this man had collected, what a sicko. Three days had passed and it was about time Hawks got it back for you, then man was getting too comfy thinking that he was in the clear, sure Hawks moved quickly but he also knew when to wait for the right time to strike.

Hawks waited and waited till he saw all the lights go off in the house, all except for the office, Hawks feather finally floated out from under the guy's coat as he were none the wise and he didn’t even notice it undoing the window lock and slowly lifting it up, the man was so immersed in whatever he was writing down he didn't even notice hawks climbing in through the window with one of his primary feathers shaped out, hawks ave him a second and nope, man this guy instincts were awful, or Hawks was just that good at hiding his presents.

So it was really easy for hawks to over his mouth with his gloved hands and have his primary feather against the man throat only then did he notice

“Hi, guys.” Hawks said “How are you doing this fine night? Well, I guess you can't really talk, right now, now you are probably wondering why I am here, the answer is very very simple, even the score.”

Hawks had two of his feather an inch away from the guy's eyes

“Now look unless you want to go blind you will stay quiet and answer my questions okay.”

The guy just nodded and hawks uncovered his mouth

“Please, don't kill me, I was just doing my job.” He said

“Is that how you justify your actions, there is a lot to unpack there, now where did you put her talon?”

“On the second-highest shelf, third to the left.” He said as hawks used his feathers to lift it off and put it in his coat pocket “That's all you wanted right.”

“Hmm well, one more question, which hand did you hold to pilers to pull it out.” Hawks said, “And I don't know isn’t an answer.”

“I used, my left hand to hold them,” he said

“Good now place your left hand on your desk.” Hawks said

“Why are you planning to do it?”

“Just a taste of your own medicine.” Hawks said, “Look if you won’t put it down, maybe your wife would offer hers up.”

“What?” The man said

“Tell you what I'll let you decide, your wife's left hand, or yours.” Hawks said and the man was now sweating buckets

“I need my hands to provide for my family.” He said, “I can't lose them.”

“You know that was a rhetorical question, at least I don't feel as bad doing this.” Hawks said slicing the man's hand clean off, it took him a moment to process it seeing the numb he now had for a left hand and started screaming out in pain, Hawks saw him topple over to the floor before picking up the hand and leaving, he tossed it over his shoulder over who knows where, he sure was glad he locked the office door before he went, wouldn't want that kid of his seeing the blood sprayed all over the place.

Still, now he had one more place to go for the night, meeting up with his broker, someone who would do anything for you as long as you had the money w. Giran, the man who was not interested in anyone's plans, Hawks respected that part about him, not being tied down by just one person, the same man where he got his current gear. Hawks landed on the fire escape and walked down and into Girans' place.

“Well well if it isn't my favorite feathered friend.” He said taking in a long inhale of smoke “You got blood on your cheek.”

“Ah, it's not mine.” Hawks said, “Anyway I have a request for you.”

“Haha why else would you come and see me.” he said, taking out a pack of cigarettes “Want one.”

“I'm good.” Hawks said

“You're loose.” He said, “now you said you needed something different than usual, and I'm assuming it has to do with that woman you got from HPSC?”

“It does, they took out one of her talons, so I need a proteic so she will be able to wear it and use it again.” Hawks said removing the talon and placing it on the table

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Giran asked, “The root of the tail is intact so no way is she growing that back, also interesting this isn't regular Keratin.”

“I asked you to make it usable again, not analyze it.” Hawks said

“I know a guy, What will probably happen is he will put it in a fingerless glove that wraps around her wrist, a few never receptors and when she flexes her finger then this one will pop out.” Giran explained, “Still I'm surprised you went to him for help, whatever happened to you being a lone bird.”

“Can't just leave someone out to dry.” Hawks said taking out a wad of cash “And I only went to them on a one-time deal, they have their plan I have mine.”

“Hey, it lets me make money.” He said “Come back tomorrow ill have it ready for you. One more thing, they are planning something big tomorrow so watch the news.”

“I will.” Hawks said, “Oh one more thing, do you have any medical books laying around.”

“I'm sure I can come up with something, but why do you ask?”

“A housewarming gift.” Hawks said, “make sure they are interesting, none of that fluffy shit the gritter the better.”

“...noted,” Giran said, looking a bit perplexed at his request. With that said hawks left attaching his wings and head out back to his hideout to see you lunging in his twin-sized mattress reading a magazine he had laying around

“Hey I'm back.” he said as you put your hand up and waved at him “So, how are you doing?’

“Still healing, did you finish those errands?”

“Sure did.” Hawks said “I still need to grab some grub. Do you want anything?’

“Anything will do.” you said flipping the page “Also when I saw you had a magazine that said chick weekly I wasn't expecting it to have a bunch of baby bird photos.”

“Hey, we all have our hobbies.” Hawks said take the magazine out of your hand "And be careful this is my only copy.”

“Why do they even make magazines like this?” you asked

“Same reason there are millions of magazines for heroes, money.” Hawks said

“Do you have some weird bird fetish?” you deadpanned

“NO!” HAwks said, “where would you even get that idea!”

“That was a joke.” you said “Got pretty defensive there.”

“Find something else to read here.” Hawks said tossing you a flyer about the HPSC “You are smart enough to know that having information on your enemy is key to defeating them.”

“I already read this.” you said,” Still the fact it says we strive for a healthy relationship between the public and heros' makes me wanna barf.”

“Tell me about it.” Hawks said scratching his head “You are only allowed to your quirk for good, and the only way to use your quirk to work under them in some way, so they must be good like they haven't been brainwashing kids.”

“My dad never let me watch those PSAs about them or any advertisements that had heroes,” you said

“Well, your dad is a smart man.” Hawks said, “I mean that as soon as a kid turns 15 they can go through life-threatening training so they can work under them, and that's what they expect of them.”

“Then there is the fact that your worth is based on how powerful your quirk is.” you said getting up and walking over “and if you don't have a strong quirk you are seen as worthless.”

“Haha, we could go all night saying how horrible they are.” HAwks said giving you two quick taps on the head before stepping out “I’ll be back with some grub.”

“Okay I'll stay here,” you said and waved him off, maybe there was a more personal reason why Hawks hated them, still if he wasn't going to tell you then that was his right, still you thought at least now you wouldn't be bored, but being cooped up in a small room, wasn't exactly who you thought life on the run with a dangerous villain would be.

When Hawks came back with the food you happily indulge in as he smacked the top of an old tv, to get a signal.

“There has been an attempted break-in at U.A, the alarm system went off but there no report of suspense activity-” The reporter was saying before a scruffy looking teacher pushed the camera out of the way

“Go home.”

“Hey you can't just touch property like that, hey what are-” and it was cut off

“Gross.” Hawks said, “You know I can’t Believe they have schools for this.”

“Seems a bit excessive.” you said “you know before heroes came into view it was just the cops, can you imagine if people viewed cops and law enforcement the way they view heroes now,” you said

“I can.” Hawks said spreading his wings out “I don't like them having kids fresh out of MIddle school do training.”

“Well technically they choose this school, but on the other hand it has been installed in them to be a hero from a young age, you have seen all the toys marketed towards them, HPSC is more like a moneymaker, is that why you hate them?”

“Part of the reason, yeah.” Hawks said stealing a bite from your plate “Another part is personal, and I'm assuming it's personal for you as well.”

You looked down at your thumb and sighed “It is now, however, there is another part but it's long been forgotten to me.”

“Aww come on you can tell me.” Hawks said

“Hmmm.” you tapped your chin “well I guess there is no harm in telling you, but my mother was actually a hero but died soon after I was born.”

“Huh like during birth?” Hawks asked, you shook your head

“No, you see she had been out of commission for a while, with the whole baby thing, they were against her having me in the first place, but my mom wanted a family, so they had me and they wanted my mom to make this big come back, but she was hasn't been active for so long she died in the long of duty.”

“I can't begin to imagine the pain of knowing that.” Hawks said

“Well I never knew her, and my dad did everything he could to make me happy growing up, he explained it to me in middle school.”

“Well, you know anything about her?” Hawks asked

“My dad showed me a photo and said I'm the spitting image of her, and i got her quirk but mixed with my dads,” you said

“What's your dads' quirk?”

“Oh he is able to eject a tungsten-like material from his wrist.” you said, “my moms' talons couldn't retreat back in like mine and could chip easier.”

“Wait a second...you are the daughter of the clawed hero?” Hawks said

“That was her code name, why do you ask?” you said

“Oh, I've done research on all the past heroes who died in the line of duty.” Hawks said, “Most of the time it's, they died for the greater good, or they gave their lives for others.”

“That's adding insult to injury to their families.” You said, “Hawks, have you ever killed a hero?”

“I wouldn’t exactly call them heroes, have I killed people who got their hero listens, yes.” Hawks said, “Caught them doing something illegal, when I brought it up they said I was the villain and they were going to capture me.”

“So what exactly is your end goal here?” you asked as you finished up your meal

“To end the HPSC and their crooked practices, like abducting people and ripping their nails off.” Hawks said, “They have a firm grip on the narrative of everything, I'll get it done.” “Well can't wait to see it, it should be interesting,” you said

#yandere hawks #yandere keigo takami #yandere keigo #yandere takami #yandere my hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere

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samanthadalton · 4 years ago

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Can you do a fanfic of Ina inviting MC to her home for the first time?

I’m working through my requests right now, so thank you anon for this idea- i hope i did it justice 😬)

pairings: Ina x Bea

wordcount: 2k

taglist: @cloud9in (i know theres more ina fans out there so if you wanna be tagged in future fics just let me know 😊)

Whispers of love

Friday night you were sitting in your dorm with Zoey in the middle of your horror movie marathon. You were watching the tv through the small gaps between your fingers, as your hand presses against your face, shielding yourself from the scary parts.

“God why did I agree to a horror marathon?” you squirm in your seat as the killer in the movie is running in pursuit of one of the girls, knife in his hand.

“Because you love me” Zoey retorts, wide-eyed, her gaze never leaving the screen as her hands fishes in the popcorn bowl in front of her. Just as the killer approaches the girl in the movie as raises his knife, your phone suddenly rings, eliciting a series of screams from both you and Zoey.

“Girl! Put your phone on silent! I almost had a heart attack!” Zoey remarks, hand clutching at her chest.

“Sorry” you squeak as you reach out and see Ina’s name flash across the screen. “It’s Ina.”

You look dumbfounded at Zoey who reaches out for the remote to pause the movie as she turns back to you expectedly, “well? Answer it.”

You accept the call, putting it on speaker and gingerly answer the phone with a small hello. On the other side, it’s complete silence from Ina, the background chatter of wherever she is blaring through the phone’s speakers. A few seconds later, Ina replies, her voice low and words slightly slurring, “mmm, Bea is this you?”

“Uh yeah Ina, where are you it sounds loud.”

A few more seconds of silence from Ina passes until you hear rustling, you presume Ina’s trying to get her bearings, “I’m at a bar. The name and location of it is currently unknown to me,” her voice slightly falters but even as a drunk, the articulation of Ina’s words is still pretty formidable. “I went out drinking with an old friend, but it seems that she has found company in the man who sent her a drink and so I’m here drinking.”

Zoey snorts, “that sounds familiar,” you roll your eyes in retort and playfully nudge her.

“Do you have a way to get home Ina?”

“No! I’ve found some new friends and they’re celebrating so I’m celebrating with them” you hear very high pitched screeching in the background and you instinctively jerk your phone away from yourself, grimacing. You can’t help but laugh when Ina suddenly raises her voice, trying to match the level of the music as she belts out the lyrics, “Ina stay put I’m coming” you scream into the phone and you turn to Zoey your expression apologetic.

Before you can speak, Zoey interrupts, “go get your woman,” she laughs as you hug your best friend and make your way to your bedroom, quickly slipping into some jeans, phone to your ear as Ina is still on the line as you slip on your shoes and run into the night.

Zoey sits in the living room, her eyes fixed on the screen in front of her, she presses play, resuming the movie but when a sudden clang from outside startles her, she quickly pauses the movie and shoots straight to her room, “hell no. I’m not watching this on my own.”

You keep Ina talking the entire cab ride to the bar, as you finally manage to scrounge up a name and address after Ina hands over the phone to a random woman who gives you the information you need. When you enter the bar, you see a very happy Ina, encircled by a bunch of drunk women who are clearly in the middle of a bachelorette party, singing and attempting to dance but looking more like a bunch of fish out of water. Ina squeals and wraps her arms around you, squeezing you close, “Bea, have you met my new friends? Hey guys this is Bea!” she screams as she lets go of you to grab another shot from the table next to her. So much for her being able to keep her usual composure when drunk.

A few of the women cheer at the sound of Ina’s announcement. One of them abruptly grabs you by your hand tugging you close to her, “so you’re Bea.” You raise an inquisitive eyebrow and nod at the stranger as she leans in, her lips hovering over the shell of your ear, “Ina would not stop talking about you. She’s definitely a keeper.” You’re unable to suppress a smile as you glance over at Ina, who’s currently dancing rambunctiously to the music, “yeah she definitely is.” After a few moans and groans from the professor you finally manage to convince her to come home with you.

Ina wraps an arm around your shoulder, while you firmly grip her waist supporting her, as she stumbles her way out of the bar. You hail a cab and usher Ina inside, and after a series of low rumblings, she grumbles out her address and it dawns on you that it’s going to be your first time seeing Ina’s apartment.

When you reach Ina’s house, you climb out of the car and hold out a hand for Ina which she gladly accepts, her hand sliding into yours, emitting warmth all over your body. She fumbles with the keys in her hands, struggling to open the door, so you decide to take matters into your own hands and unlock the door yourself. As you enter Ina’s place, you carefully maneuver her to the couch, which she practically collapses on. Once Ina’s settled on the couch, your eyes immediately begin to drift around the room, it’s tinier than your dorm room but it’s humble and quintessentially Ina. There’s a bookshelf, smaller than the one Ina has in her office, but it’s filled with books ranging from anthropology to a whole bunch of sci-fi novels and other nerdy things that Ina is into. Plastered on her walls are framed photographs of her with her sister Lillian and niece Charlotte and you take a moment to appreciate the photos, your heart melting at the cuteness overload.

Ina begins grumbling, her hand clasping at her hand as she winces, you quickly move towards her, sitting at the edge of the sofa, “you should have some coffee, it will sober you up.” Ina gingerly nods and you move towards the kitchen and find a high tech coffee maker in the corner of the counter. You make a cup of coffee for Ina and a tea for yourself as you pass the cup to Ina who gazes at you, grateful.

She drinks her coffee in silence and your eyes once again drift over to the room, Ina notices you appraising her home, “So what do you think?” her voice low but more sober than before.

“Your home is beautiful Ina, you weren't kidding when you said Belvoire pays well.”

Ina chuckles before shaking her head slightly, “When I imagined introducing you to my home, I didn’t think I would be a drunken mess.”

“Yeah you’re an absolute trainwreck” you teasingly retort, Ina blushes furiously and hangs her head in embarrassment.

“I apologize Bea, I didn’t mean to disrupt your evening or anything by bailing me out,”

You look at the professor solemnly and place your hand on her thigh, “it’s fine Ina. I mean I’ve never seen you drunk before so it was freaking hilarious to watch. And you saved me, Zoey insisted on watching horror movies but I don’t think I’m gonna be able to sleep for a week after that.” Ina laughs, but groans slightly as she grips her head, “that hangover is not going to be pretty so I suggest you get some sleep.”

Ina winces and nods, “yes, I think that’s a good idea.” You move off your chair to help guide Ina to her bedroom but she moves her body, laying on the couch, sleep already infiltrating her senses. You find a blanket tucked under the coffee table and cover Ina with it, tucking her in.

You place a soft kiss on Ina’s forehead but before you pull away you hear Ina whisper, “ I love you” and you suddenly freeze. You cautiously look over at Ina who falls back into her slumber, most likely unaware of what she’s just said. You warily move over to the chair near the couch and settle in for the night.

The next morning Ina jerks awake, her sleep broken by sudden noises, shifting her head towards the kitchen to see you hovering over the stove making scrambled eggs.

“Hey,” Ina says, brows furrowed as she looks at you, a confused expression on her face.

“Ina, hey, I’m sorry did I wake you?” You look over at Ina who looks a little worse for wear, but she slowly shakes her head.

“No, it’s fine.”

She rubs her temples with her fingers and you point towards the coffee table, “I’ve left some aspirin and water for you.” Ina eagerly downs the medicine and downs the water, not stopping until the glass is completely empty. “I made breakfast” you stalk towards the living room, two hot plates in your hand as you set them down on the table, handing Ina a fork who hungrily chows down on the food.

“Not that I’m not happy to see you Bea, but what exactly happened last night?” worry etched all over her face as she nervously makes eye contact with you.

“You got a little drunk, made some new friends and I brought you home.”

Ina gulps uneasily, “so we didn’t?” she trails off.

You stare at Ina, dumbfounded until realisation dawns on you, “no Ina, oh my god. Nothing happened. I just brought you home” you respond reassuringly, Ina musters a small smile before resuming eating.

She suddenly breaks the silence, guilt flashing across her face, “not that I don’t want anything to happen between us Bea. I mean we’ve already established a relationship between us. I just mean, I-” Ina struggles to come up with the words and you can’t help but laugh.

“Relax Ina. I know what you meant.”

Ina visibly becomes flustered, as she sheepishly rubs her hand on her neck, “Since I was quite um intoxicated last night, did I say or do anything embarrassing last night?”

You raise an eyebrow at Ina, “where do I begin? You have great pipes by the way. I mean the way your voice screeches and cracks when trying to sing is beautiful.” Ina groans, face palming and you decide to tease her further, “also you’re a very friendly drunk. You made a lot of friends at the bar last night.” Ina groans even louder, shaking her head softly.

“Well thank you for taking me home Bea it is much appreciated. I didn’t even ask, what do you think of my home?”

You giggle, “technically you did ask me last night, but I guess I’ll say it again. It’s beautiful.” You stare at Ina as your mind flashes back to her saying “I love you” last night and your heart begins to dull and you wonder if she meant it or not.

Ina eyes you warily, “is everything alright Bea? Did something else happen last night?” You swallow uneasily but plaster a smile on your face, “not really. But one woman at the bar did mention you had a lot to say about me last night.” Ina stares at you, embarrassment taking over her features but she sighs blissfully before moving towards you and placing a sweet chaste kiss on your lips, “well I don’t blame myself for wanting to express my feelings about you to random strangers.” She laces her hand with yours, her slender fingers, fitting perfectly in your hand, her eyes full of affection.

You lean in and kiss her again, before breaking apart and leaning your forehead against hers, “she said you were a keeper.”

The smile on Ina’s face, beams even brighter, “well when you love someone, all you want to do is profess your love from the rooftops.” So Ina was aware of what she said last night. You feel your heart bursting as you whisper against her lips, “I love you too” You share a passionate kiss and spend the rest of the day with Ina as she shows you the rest of her apartment, starting with the bedroom.

#playchoices #queen b #ina x mc #ina kingsley

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weirdo-with-a-nametag · 3 years ago

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Brain is tv static with random frames interspersed

Think I'm like. Really stressed and jumping between topics to try and find something that helps / feels good

Topics:

Anyone know a good health tracking app for adhd people? I want one that like pops up when you open your phone, maybe? But is unobtrusive. Like maybe you just rate your mood or whatever when you open your phone, and it closes, and you go about your business. I just hate every app and paper method I've tried but really want to track some stuff

Pigeon. ? Pigeon as pet?

Service animals re: cats, pigeons, my cat specifically, and then also ESAs and also what to use as treats while training my cat (he's pretty happy to learn behaviors with praise and pets as reinforcement, but treats would make everything move much faster, but I haven't found something I want to give him so we've just been y'know. Chillin)

Service animals re: what tasks can my pet potentially do that would help me? I don't really know a lot about service animals and there is a Huge range. If anyone has suggestions, or places to read about it, I'd appreciate it! Mostly thinking they may help with anxiety, sensory, and mobility/fatigue related stuff. Not much of a need for medical alerts.

Bioactive enclosures for my snakes, need to research their biomes and make progress on designs and equipment specifications

Also. Hit a seriously hard patch and haven't been handling them much at all this month so that's not great

Casting stuff. Saw jewelry today made of metal casts of claws, skulls, etc, and they were really well done and made me want to do that

Some taxidermy / vulture culture stuff I won't get into right now

Puzzles????

How to organize my room

Need a shower

Need to organize bathroom

So Much Schoolwork

Uhhhhh trying, but not making much headway, to figure out how I want to do my music collection. Also really need to clean my records..

Make?

Food??? Ew.

Dental hygiene ://

Plampts. So many. Houseplants need maintenance, many need repotting. Keep taking in people's problem plants and like, they're doing better, largely, after being trimmed and watered and whatnot, but need repotting. Also need to trim some aquarium plants.

Also need to put water in tanks. And spray nepenthes.

Laundry.

Gotta pick up trash in my room. There's so much. Everywhere. Why.

Schoolwork. I'm so behind. So, so stuck. Kind of feel like I'm dying.

Going on a picnic tomorrow. Have to figure out what still needs doing for that, probably need to go to the store.

Leo needs water. I'm so....ugh, I'm trying so hard, but it feels impossible. I do my best to take good care of my pets, and I think they live pretty good lives most of the time, but sometimes I get like This and completely drop off the face of the earth and then like, wake up or whatever and two weeks have passed by and I have not cleaned a water bowl! That's a serious problem!!!! I do not know how to combat that, really, besides more reminders. Having someone around who is willing to like, help, when things are especially hard, would be great, but I don't live with my partner right now and do not feel like I can ask anyone here for that. But I can't put my animals at risk. I check on them every day, and if their bowls are dirty I do take them out and clean them, but sometimes (like now) i cannot get myself to do it without a pressure like a dirty bowl, or a feeding day. And like, it's really important that they have clean water. I'm talking to myself here but like, if anyone has advice. Please. With the tank redesigns and upgrades, the bowls will be more accessible, which will help because one of them is very heavy at the angle I have to pick it up, and another requires moving a lot of branches and is best to take out while the snake is out (this is Leo) which is fine because I love my boy, but adds time to the process, and makes it harder to start, you know? Maybe if I just got more bowls - I could take the bowl out and immediately replace it, fill the new one, and replace the decor and snake, and then clean the bowl as a separate task? That would be easier for my brain. Currently I have a Specific bowl I prefer to use for each tank, and then everything else is Just In Case, but I mean. Acquiring extras is something I want to do anyway, and it may help with several problems, so. Yeah. I'll try that. But also, any other ideas, guys?

Anxiety: can't stop picking at my face, skin, nails, cuticles, scalp, pretty much everywhere with callouses, also scratched a mole off my face, which is something I've been trying Not to do for a while, so that's...not great. Can't find my earmuffs, and also all of my headphones are painful? Ears are really sensitive lately.

Been playing a lot of Moth Game (flutter: starlight if you wanna be friends say hey I don't know how to do it but would enjoy talking about moths if nothing else. The game is just like, an idle ish collecting game with cutesy versions of different species, and very little actual information, but it's still fun, and if anyone else is on there and also Into Moths like I am, hiiiii) and like it's fun and cute but also greatly impacting my productivity, and raises my stress levels during events, which is most days, so the game has. Not been helping. But I can't stop because then I'll miss Exclusive Moths.

Anyway. Had baklava and two mugs of Thai tea today and the sugar has made me nauseous.

Trying to journal. Hurts to write. Also takes too long. Also my handwriting is very bad. But typing is..not as good

Want to draw. Thinking about drawing cats

Plants again! Want to make seed bombs, have seeds, have most of the other ingredients, just need to put em together, basically.

Really sad :(

Or am I?

Weird noise coming from dining room?

Birds. Spent half an hour at least on the deck tonight listening to a hundred different bird calls (literally) to identify one I was hearing, it was a pine siskin, which I checked early on but the recording was bad and I didn't realize which call was identified. Anyway, cool to put a name to a face, so to speak.

Need to practice for ASL

So much.....to do...

Only had like >3 hours of work this week which was not great because money, but also like I'm really feeling those 3 hours....

My cat is basically refusing to come into my room? Which is very strange and I'm worried something is Off but cannot figure out what. Also means less cuddles which means I'm sad.

It feels strange whenever people follow me, the attention is nice but I have no idea what content y'all are here for. So to everyone: hi, enjoy, hope my random personal posts aren't a surprise to anyone who followed for like. News reblogs and informational stuff.

Do I even have it in me to..be successful in school? Should I drop out of college? I'm struggling really hard and do not feel like I'm building on the skills I need to continue, so like. Uh.

My dad is being. Abrasive.

Mom and grandma are very angry lately

Housemate is also angry, about things i thought we were on good terms about, so I am stressed because like,, are we okay?

Can't find my eye mask :(

Yoga? Like...restorative yoga? Need to track down my PT stuff. And. Do it.

Need to put the stickers on my license plates....oops...

Still haven't found my antidepressants! Yay!

Do I want to store my stuff in open bins, or with lids? Which stuff needs spill protection and stacking capability and which stuff needs easy access?

How to earn money without..chaos

Gotta go to the pet store tomorrow. Have to compile my list of pet store items i need. Uhhhhhhhhhh

Also I have an essay due tomorrow that I've barely started. So. Wooooooo

Kt tape for supporting arches / inner ankles? I keep messing up my ankles, and part of it is walking wrong because I don't have the energy to engage the muscles in my feet/legs right to like, avoid injury, and part of it is I just need new shoes inserts. But i wear slippers a lot and they do not have arch support and it hurts. PT to help with this also but Where Is It

Family can't seem to get dish soap I can use, so I've just been having to avoid washing anything by hand, or being in the general kitchen area while anyone uses the stuff, which has led to more of my dishes sitting out, and more conflict over dishes. Lovely.

How hard is it for parents to learn they have to respect boundaries? Very hard, apparently. And you're supposed to just sort of remind people, and explain, over and over and over but like at this point my self worth is actually pretty good and the lifetime of proof that they do not want to listen? That's making me want to stop trying. Like, if you're not going to respect my boundaries I'm just not going to involve you in my life. I'm not talking to my dad right now because of this. Maybe I'll decide to lay things out to him, again and again and again again, maybe not. And I'm comfortable saying that's on him.

How to drink water

Am I dehydrated or are my hands just completely callous now. My fingertips have such hard skin. Why? It's uncomfortable. This is part of why I've been biting them.

Also testosterone. Been having a lot of trouble doing my shots, because anxiety and physical freakouts, but also not feeling super urgent about it. Which I'm realizing may be a sign i need to look at the effects so far and the possible effects of continuing, and see what they make me feel. It's possible I'm where I want to be as far as T, and don't really want to stay on it. A big thing for me is a deeper voice, so it seems time to take a look at whether I like my voice where it is or want to see if it'll drop any more. Etc etc

Miss my lil sisters

Saw a lot of cool rocks today. Huge (like hand sized) ammonite for $28. May go back and buy one because. Wow.

Want to plant food plants

Also my natives. Whole garden plot standing empty with a bunch of stuff waiting in nursery pots, needing to go in the ground. Because I can't get out of bed. Love that. Stuff is dying out there, I'm dying in here, there's a poetry to it and I do not want to romanticize suffering so I will say this: I brought a Bucket full of moss home a month ago and planted it and now go outside sometimes to drench my moss and it is very rewarding because the stuff is just so green. Incredible. When the rest of my plants are finally in the ground, that feeling will only intensify. But, for now, the moss is very nice.

Made a glow in the dark bead lizard from memory during therapy yesterday, and I love him. Also, still struggling with bringing up autism and psychosis topics with my therapist. Still very worried about. Things. Would like to get a new person? But sometimes she is helpful? And we have a routine. It's very hard to break the routine. Maybe I can set some time aside during the summer, to figure out what to do there.

Term ends in a couple weeks. The task of catching up, of passing, seems impossible. I really need to pass my courses. I'm on academic warning, because my GPA is lower than it should be, and if I can pass all of my classes this term I can get off academic warning but otherwise I'm not sure what will happen to my financial aid.

My phone is playing the same 50-100 songs on shuffle and I don't even particularly like most of them and it is very strange

Got my face wipes! Hooray, i can wash my face again

Been eating too much sugar in general. It's making my joints hurt more, and the nausea

Pet a dog the other day. I miss that. It would be really nice to have a dog in the house again. The exuberance, the cuddles, the tail wagging, the walks... I'd really like that. Maybe once I'm out in my room, tanks and catio built and everyone is situated, I'll look into getting a dog instead of a cat next. Was planning on holding off in case I'm not physically able to take them out on walks and such, but I've been pretty successful at doing this job, and I think that my main hurdle for walking really is motivation. Dog walking is a strong motivator for me. Best to start by fostering, or just do Wag, for a while though. I'm feeling overwhelmed with my current responsibilities, and here I am talking about getting a dog. Good job, me

How do you get wax off of somewhat water soluble rocks? My housemate broke my lava lamp on some of my rock collection and I am not sure how to get some of them clean without damage.

I am...pretty sure there are collared doves nesting over my room but it seems they're less common around here than I thought? But they are..pretty distinctive. Like if I'm wrong, what are those birds. Some very distinctly colored feral pigeons? Who are nesting here, in a tree, without their flock, and who happen to have pretty much the exact same pattern?

Probably should go to the dollar store and get some bins for organizing

Been wanting to keep a bin by the door and stock it with stim/fidget stuff people can just .have ..like extras of some of my favorites and other things i can get ahold of, to offer to my friends who haven't really had the chance to explore the world of stim toys

Hands are really just not doing great the last several weeks. Arthritis type pain cropping up more and more in all the little joints, making it hurt more to write, type, or just use them for whatever. Coordination isn't great because of that distraction, and because my hands/arms are slow to respond and kinda weak. Most people would say I'm not using them enough but I've been doing 15ish hours of manual labor per week, so maybe it's the other direction? More water would help. If only it wasn't so heavy.

I haven't taken a single shower since I started my job. Which was March 29th. That's not great.

Practiced parallel parking today. 10/10 still very bad at it.

Having anxiety that my friends think I'm lying about things, faking, and are watching me to see if I'll slip up. So that sucks. Can either talk about that directly or indirectly, or just shut up about those things until I can get my brain under control again. I'm not sure right now if the reassurance would work as a reality check or make me believe it more, right now, so might hold off on the talking bit for a little while.

Saw, smelled, picked a couple pretty roses. Good times

At this point I'm just trying to list all my thoughts so that maybe I'll be able to sleep and not worry I'll forget

My mom has put her spider plant on the deck, and it has maybe five living leaves. I have no idea how she killed such a well established spider plant, the last time I saw it it was so happy. Did she stick it in a corner and forget to water it? Whatever happened, it is now in the Plant ER, so hopefully I'll be able to...help get it on the up and up again

Leo is such a pretty noodle. He's so pretty. He's posing. Hi, baby boy.

Oh, he saw me moving around and decided to come say hi. Sorry little man, i did not mean to disturb you. Please resume lounging. I can't bring you out right now, I'm trying to sleep.

Also, terrariums. Water features. Need to ask. Someone. The one who was making that super cool garter snake enclosure and blogging the progress? With the lazy river and pool? About maintenance on that kind of setup. My milk snake really enjoys water, and I'd love to put a water feature in his tank. But I'm unclear on how to keep it clean, or honestly where to start. Don't want any huge falls or anything, though it actually may not make the humidity too high if I did maybe a small drip wall into the pool? That seems like something he would enjoy, and a good way to support different types of plants. But like, that's the thing, it's bioactive and I haven't done that before and no amount of research is ever enough.

Oh, Shogun has a dirt hat. How cute. I love when they do that

See, this is the thing. My snakes make me so happy. All three of them are actually hanging out where I can see them from my bed right now, and it's really nice. I want their lives to be the best possible, and I think I have the resources to do that. Which is so exciting. Now if only my brain and body would cooperate. It would hurt quite a lot to have to re-home any of them, but the most important thing is their health and quality of life, you know? If I can't get my act together somewhat, it may be that one or all of them would be better off with another keeper. I don't know. It's just, i talk about all these tank ideas and all this husbandry standards stuff but how much of it actually gets applied to my own animals whose lives are in my hands? How well am I caring for them, really?

Oh!!! My red thread! I thought that was gone forever.

Anyway, please do not worry. My snakes are healthy. I pay attention, and watch for signs of illness, and they're okay. There will always be places to improve, and the water is a big one, but most of the time i change their water out frequently, I'm just worried because of bad depression and fatigue times, you know? I'm working on making the most self sustaining systems i can, in part so that I am sure they'll be okay if I mess up sometimes. Just saying this because I hope you guys don't feel like you need to worry about the welfare of my pets. They're okay, i just always want better for them, is all.

Anyway, the sun is coming up and I should probably go to sleep. So uh, thanks for reading, if you read all of this randomness, and if anyone has thoughts or advice on anything in this post, i would welcome it! Good night!

#mine #long post #snakes #pets #food m #uhhhhhhhhhhhh whatever else needs tagging

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chemicalmagecraft · 3 years ago

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Taiyuu OCT Bonus Round 4

Character Nicknames: Aura-sensei: Kyoukka Nora Fuwa-chan: Zuruko Kayaki Akai-chan: Naishin-Sunomu Seisho Wolfie-sensei: Kuzu Onoma

x x x

Yukino leaned against the counter in the common room, staring at Aura-sensei. She was about to head to bed, but then Aura-sensei barged in smiling like she had some grand idea she wanted to share with everyone.

"I know you guys are a little tired after the midterms and everything," she said, "so I figured we could do something fun! Goudalone, Sheriff, and I are gonna be manning the grills for a barbecue this weekend, so I hope to see everyone there!" She happily left once she was done with her announcement. Yukino shrugged and went to her room. Who knows, it might actually be fun.

x x x

The barbecue smelled delicious, actually. There were ribs, brisket, burgers, hot dogs, and pulled pork. And that was just the meat. Yukino was surprised that they had the budget for it. Though Aura-sensei probably paid for it out of pocket or something. Otherwise, Yukino would've been a little annoyed they were blowing money on a party instead of fixing any of the actual issues going on in Taiyuu.

Yukino got to the barbecue a little late, so she ended up being one of the last to get food. Yukino wasn't mad about that, it was on her. Besides, she could wait to get food like a big girl. What was annoying her a little, though, was the fact that she was right behind Fuwa-chan. Sure Fuwa-chan finally deigned to turn off her damn Quirk and stop erasing everyone's memories all the time, but that was so far below the bar for decent human being that Yukino was surprised she hadn't been burnt to a crisp by the heat of Earth's molten core. Yukino still had no desire to even be polite to her. Luckily Fuwa-chan was an antisocial asshole, so she didn't even acknowledge Yukino's presence.

Feh. The whole situation got on Yukino's nerves. Fuwa-chan put almost no effort into controlling her Quirk, which Yukino considered to be very irresponsible due to it being something that literally only negatively affected other people, but the staff of Taiyuu never addressed the issue until a schoolwide mandatory counseling meeting, when she miraculously gained the ability to turn off her Quirk seemingly overnight. They didn't try anything to negate or counteract the memory-erasing Quirk's effects on the students, made no effort to reduce the students' exposure to it, and didn't even tell the students that attending Taiyuu would mean having their memories erased on a near-daily basis.

Simply put, they exposed students to the effects of a mind-affecting Quirk without their informed consent (which Yukino was pretty sure was hella illegal even if Fuwa-chan was somehow off the hook), because there was no way they didn't know what Fuwa-chan's situation was. Hero schools usually had to ask for at least the general details on a student's Quirk, to make sure they knew how to train them. Yukino knew for a fact that Taiyuu, despite its utter lack of due diligence, did that; they did it for her, at least. Plus they were continually "supporting" Fuwa-chan due to her "difficult" Quirk, so...

Wait.

Shit, Taiyuu had Yukino's Quirk data. At this point Yukino didn't trust them at all with her personal information. Unfortunately she couldn't do anything about that at the moment, but when she left she would definitely make sure that she took her personal information with her...

But that was something to talk to her brother about later. For now, though, the line had progressed enough that she was about to start serving herself. She smiled as she took a burger, a hot dog, some brisket, and some baked beans. She hummed as she left the line and looked for somewhere to sit. They didn't have any benches, so the Aura-sensei had just laid a bunch of blankets and towels on the ground. Yukino walked around, looking for a free spot. Ooh, Akai-chan was sitting by herself.

"This spot taken?" Yukino asked.

Akai-chan shook her head. "No, go ahead."

Yukino smiled and sat down next to her. She started eating her burger.

"Are you okay?" Akai-chan asked.

Yukino sighed. She could tell... "I don't wanna unload on you."

"I don't mind."

Yukino looked at her. "You sure?"

Akai-chan nodded.

"If you say so..." Yukino shrugged. "I... hate Taiyuu. The students are fine, most of them anyway, but..."

"I have seen some problems with how the school is run," Akai-chan finished. "It seems that they barely have the budget or staff to actually run a school, and are only scraping by thanks to the Quirks of some of the staff members, especially Laccadaisy's."

"Yeah," Yukino said. "I feel like... they needed to have thought this through a lot more before actually opening the school. Y'know, actually made sure things would run smoothly?"

"Yes, that sounds about right," Akai-chan agreed.

"And then there's the thing with Fuwa-chan," Yukino grumbled.

"Fuwa-chan?" Right, Akai-chan probably didn't know that nickname.

"Zuruko Kayaki," Yukino clarified. "I feel like they're just covering for her, when they should've tried to mitigate the effects of her Quirk on others." She clenched her fists. "You know how disturbing it feels to notice that there've been holes popping up in your memories for months?"

"That sounds disconcerting, especially put that way."

Yukino smiled. "Thanks. Somehow that was so hard for Fuwa-chan to grasp when I tried to bring it up to her, though. I'll admit I probably got a little heated, but I have no idea what happened after that because I stopped 'writing' it down with my Quirk. And you know what happened when I brought my concerns up to Wolfie-sensei?"

"I have the feeling you're not going to say 'it was addressed in a manner that I deemed satisfactory,'" Akai-chan guessed.

"I was not. To be fair, I'm pretty sure it was addressed, but you know how it was addressed?"

"Was that around when the teachers congratulated Zuruko regarding her epiphany with her Quirk?" Akai-chan asked.

Yukino snorted. "An 'epiphany' that most kids with Emitter Quirks figure out before they're ten if it's even relevant, and usually the ones with the more obviously dangerous Quirks tend to get scolded when they don't." She gave an annoyed shrug. "But hey, there's absolutely nothing wrong with permanently erasing other people's memories against their will, I guess."

"I can see why that would frustrate you."

Yukino gave her a weak smile, then returned to her annoyed scowl. "And the worst part is that the staff don't seem to fucking care about it. Fuwa-chan doesn't even seem to try to control her Quirk, but the teachers say nothing about it while givin’ other students flak for tiring themselves out n’ stuff like that! And her attitude! I don' think she even cared about what I had to say when I asked her to try to turn her damn Quirk off, when I told her I didn' want my memories erased!" She sniffled, trying to fight back tears. "If that's what Taiyuu considers hero material, especially enough that she gets preferential fucking treatment, then I don' wanna be a Taiyuu hero!"

Akai chan put her hand on Yukino's wrist. Yukino sniffed, then gave her a grateful smile.

"Thanks..." Yukino muttered. "To be honest, I've been planning to leave Taiyuu for a while now. I know you have trouble with technology, so we can’t text or anything, but I want to keep in touch with you if that's possible."

Akai-chan nodded. "I would like that, too. And I think it's fine that you're leaving, if you're worried about that. You clearly don't like it here at Taiyuu, so you should leave as soon as you're able."

"Yeah, thanks." Yukino picked her plate back up and took a bite of her hot dog. She winced. "It's already cold..." She usually kept a good grasp on her Quirk, but recently it seemed like a small amount of it was slipping out more often when her emotions spiked. Considering the frost on the edges of her plate, that looked like the most likely reason why she had cold barbecue when it was still Summer... She sighed and scarfed down her cold food, hoping there was enough for her to have seconds.

#taiyuu oct #taiyuu ocs #bnha ocs #takeda yukino #naishin-sunomu seishin

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braveclxrke · 4 years ago

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What deserves to find you will never be lost

Written for @malexweek 2020.

Day 4 (July 16th) - FREE DAY: 5 times Alex and Michael weren't in a relationship and 1 time they were.

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Alex felt like someone had squeezed his lungs, his mouth falling open for a moment, but no words came out until a second later, "Oh no, no we're…not together, he’s not my boyfriend." Alex rambled, pulling his hands into his lap, trying to somehow move further back against the seat away from Michael.

The waitress gave the pair a nodded and headed off, Alex glanced over at Michael whose face was unreadable, the playful smile completely gone. Alex felt some guilt creep into his chest, settling into the dark corners. Michael pulled his hands back, giving a small sniffle. "Well say hi to Greg for me," Michael said, getting up from the booth and walking away. Alex went to say something as Michael walked away but he didn’t, instead, he slumped back in his seat. Alex hadn’t done anything wrong, deep down he knew that, but for some reason, the guilt remained. He wasn't dating Michael, that was just a fact, he'd just stated a fact. Alex sat there in the cafe, staring at the plate of fries unable to eat them, finding his stomach twisted in more knots than before.

"Good morning," Forrest said, sitting down where Michael had been. Alex didn't miss the lack of breathlessness he experienced in seeing Forrest compared to Michael, feeling the guilt in the dark corner of his heart seeping out more.

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Alex sits in the Crashdown Cafe, twisting the straw in his milkshake. Alex looked around at everyone just going about their daily life, they had no idea what could have happened to them. A few weeks ago Jesse Manes had nearly blown up half the town at crashcon, only being stopped by Greg, Alex and Michael. After everything that had happened; being kidnapped, losing his father, Alex had decided he was tired of hiding, of living a lie, singing a song about a guy in front of a bunch of cowboys was his a way of starting to live. What Alex hadn't excepted was Forrest coming up to him afterwards, he really thought he'd ruined his chances with him. Kissing Forrest in the Wildpony was something Alex never thought he'd do, kissing any guy in public but he had and Alex felt like a weight had been lifted. After that, they'd started seeing each other, Forrest was something different in Alex's life, removed from all the Alien business and the 'Manes' legacy.

"What you are thinking about?" Alex felt a hand on his shoulder and looked around to see Michael stood there. Alex felt the familiar breathlessness in his lungs, giving Michael a small smile. "How are you?" Michael asked, slipping into the booth, facing across Alex. r

Alex smiled back, "Good," Alex and Michael's relationship had been the best it been in years, they finally seemed to be on the same page, or at least working towards being on the same page. Michael seemed like his younger self in many ways, he was happier, closer with his siblings. The normal anger that was always flickering in his eyes had dimed. "How's Max doing?" He asked.

Michael took in a large breath, running his hand through his hair. "He's doing okay...still getting used to..." Michael trailed off, looking around.

"Mr Jones?" Alex finished. Michael gave a small frown, shaking his head. He'd told Alex many times how stupid he thought the name was. "Any word from Liz?" Alex asked, deep down knowing the answer to the question.

"Nope, radio silence," Michael said, and Alex caught the small hint of bitterness in his voice. While Michael might not admit it, Liz was a friend to him and she'd just taken off, not giving them a goodbye. Alex felt the knot in his stomach as well at her departure. "Pretty sure Max is taking that harder than the clone," Michael tried to joke. "So you seeing Greg today?" Michael asked, reaching over to take one of Alex's fries.

Alex gave a playful tap on Michael's hand, causing Michael to smile while taking another fry. "Yeah, I'mma drive over to my dad’s in a bit," Alex said, feel a slightly nauseous feeling in his abdomen. Today Alex had to clean the remaining stuff in his dad's house.

Michael paused for a moment, leaning closer on the table. "You going to be okay?" He asked, concern in his eyes.

Alex pushed some fries around on his plate, "Yeah, just...just want it over now you know?" Alex confessed.

"You want some help?" Michael asked, taking another fry from Alex’s plate.

Alex waved his hand off to the side, shaking his head and giving a small laugh. "You don't wanna help clean my dad's crap out," Alex said,

"No I don't,” Michael laughed, the small smile dropping a little from his face, "But if it will help you, then, I don’t mind," Michael said, looking down at his hands. Alex gave a small smile, Jesse Manes hadn’t only caused Alex trauma but Michael too and yet Michael was willing to help Alex.

"Can I get you anything?" A waitress said, stopping in front of the boy's table, interrupting Alex before he could reply.

Michael reached over and helped himself to a fry, "No thanks, we're sharing," He said with a playful smile on his face.

"Of are we now?" Alex teased, matching Michael’s playful smile.

Michael slipped the fry into his mouth, "You're not going to eat them all anyway?" Michael said, the smile still on his face. "You never do," Michael finished.

"You are unbelievable," Alex chuckled, leaning forward on the table.

The waitress gave a small laugh, looking over at Alex, "Don't worry, my boyfriend is just the same,"

"Three shots please!” Michael called to Maria over the bar. Maria gave him a brief glare before pulling three shot glasses on the bar and filling them. Michael looked over at Alex who was giving him a small disapproving look. "Oh come on, we made a breakthrough today, we can celebrate," Michael said, holding the shot out in front of Alex, shaking it a little. Today they had finally managed to get some information from Mr Jones, information that could finally help them understand where the aliens had come from and who they really were.

Alex gave a small smile, reaching out and taking the shot, "Fine, just one," He said, holding his finger up. Michael clinked his small glass against Alex’s the pair smiling for a moment, throwing the shots down along with Maria. Michael put the shot down on the table, watching as Alex screwed his face up, "God now I remember why I don't do shots," He coughed.

"So Guerin you forking the bill for this celebration?" Maria asked, moving the shot glasses away. Maria and Michael had managed to remind friends after breaking up, Michael appreciated her and was glad she was still in his life.

"Why you gotta be like that Deluca?" Michael joked.

"Because she's running a business," Alex continued, leaning on the bar. Michael could say the same thing about Alex, after everything that had gone down, their friendship was somehow stronger than ever. The constant heavy tension that use to befall them was no longer there. "Three more Maria," Alex said, placing some money on the table.

"What happened to one more?" Michael said, giving a small laugh.

Alex leaned on the bar, looking at Michael. Michael couldn’t help but smile at how relaxed Alex looked, "You're right, we made progress today, two shots won't hurt," Alex said.

Maria placed the shots on the bar, leaning forward, "Plus Alex is doing another song tonight and is a little nervous," Maria teased, a friendly smile on her face.

Michael pushed himself off the bar, looking at Alex, "You're singing again?"

Alex turned around to Maria, a small pout on his face, "Hey Maria remember when I said I wasn't telling anyone that-"

"It's Michael," Maria said, waving her hand in Michael’s direction.

Alex gave a smile before going to reach the shot when Michael reached over and moved it. "You don't need shots to sing Alex," Michael said, Alex gave a small huff, looking around the bar. Michael stepped closer, placing his hand on Alex’s shoulder. "I heard your last song, you're great," Michael admitted. Alex looked up from the ground at Michael, his eyes wide. They just stood like that for a moment when the announcer called Alex’s name. Alex looked over at the guy and then back at Michael, he could see the nervousness in Alex’s eyes. He gave his shoulder a little squeeze, Alex smiled back and started to walk towards the stage. "We'll keep the shot for after you're back," Maria called, holding it up in the air. Michael leaned against the bar, waiting to hear Alex’s song and feeling his nerves pricking up. Alex got to the stage and sat down on the seat, looking over at Michael for a moment. Michael gave a small nod and smile. Alex seemed to take in a large breath before he starting to play the first note. Michael watched as Alex sang, a song that seemed to be about his childhood.

Michael couldn’t help but smile, entranced by Alex’s performance, he notices that someone came to stand next to him by the bar, some girl he’d seen around the Wildpony before. "Damn, your boyfriend is a great singer," She said.

Michael froze, feeling almost all the warmth drain from his body. Michael shifted uneasily, “Uhh-" He said, clearing his throat when he found it was dry “He’s-he’s not my boyfriend,” Michael said, his voice breathless. Michael looked up and noticed as Forrest walked into the bar, taking a seat in the front row. Michael felt his chest constrict again as he saw the smile appear on Alex’s face as he noticed him. “That would be him,” Michael said, pointing to Forrest.

"Well he’s a lucky guy,” She said, placing her empty glass on the table.

“Yeah, he is,” Michael quietly said, not even sure the girl heard him. Michael turned around to face the bar, going to grab one of the shots when Maria took it from him. Michael went to say something when she reached out, giving his shoulder a little squeeze which she paired with a sympathetic smile. Michael let his head drop for a little moment, turning back around to look at Alex, this wasn't about him, he told himself. To his surprise, Alex's eyes were glanced over at him. Michael stood up straighter giving Alex a smile, Alex returned it, his eyes staying with Michael for a moment and Michael couldn't help noticing that they stayed with Michael for most of the performance.

Alex shook his head, placing both hands on the table. "Okay, okay can we tell stories about someone else?" He laughed.

Liz leaned forward across from him, placing her hands on top of his, "Oh come on Alex its cute,"

Alex laughed, giving a mock offended look. "It's not," He said. Alex pulled his hands back and leaned on the table, one of his eyebrows raising up. "How about we tell the story about the first time you drank and threw up in my bed-"

Liz reached up and covered her face, shaking her head. "Oh god," Alex heard her muffle through her hands.

Max put his hand around Liz, looking down at her, "Yeh I think I'd like to hear that one,"

Liz pulled her hands down, holding her hands out. "No, no, no one needs to hear that,"

Michael finished his beer next to Alex, "Oh come on Liz were all friends here," He joked, pointing to Max across from here. Over the last few months, there had been a lot of change in Roswell. Liz was back, after some time away, and some long talks with Max she had agreed to come back to Roswell. Alex was sure there was more too it but didn’t want to push her. The group had spent months looking into Mr Jones and were finally putting that whole ugly mess behind them, being able to use his heart to replace Max’s failing one. Finally, Alex and Forrest. Alex and Forrest had had a good few months together, and Alex meant it, Forrest was kind and reminded Alex of when he was young. However, deep down Alex knew It wasn’t going to last; Forrest had to go back to the city and Alex couldn’t go with him, there were too many important people in Roswell he couldn’t leave.

"Whose round is it?" Liz asked, finishing her own beer.

Max moved out of the booth, stretching a little. "I'll get them, Michael?" Max said.

Michael slides out of the booth, pointing back at Alex and Liz. "I wanna hear that story when I get back Manes," He joked, giving a small wink.

The boys walked over to the bar, chatting and joking, Max giving Michael a little playful shove as Michael clearly teased his brother. "It's nice to see them getting on again," Liz said, watching the boys as well.

"Yeah, it is," Alex smiled, "We have enough going on without the cowboy angst," He teased, Liz laughing.

The pair spoke for a little while longer getting lost in a story when a waitress came up to the table, placing an array of shots on the table. “Here,"

Alex gave a small frown, "Oh we didn't order them-"

The waitress nodded over to Max and Michael who was fussing over drinks at the bar, "Your boyfriends told me to bring them over, they've got the other tray,"

Liz gave a chuckle, "Oh god how much are they ordering,"

The waitress turned around to Alex, nodding her head over at Michael, "Well your boyfriend has a just requested the cocktail menu..." Alex looked over as Michael was studying a cocktail menu at the bar, seemingly reading a list out.

Alex laughed, shaking his head, “Dammit Michael," The waitress placed the finale shot down on the table and walked off. Alex continued to watch Michael explain something to the poor unfortunate bartender who had to serve them, Alex giving a small laugh the whole time. Alex looked up at Liz who was looking at him, her smile wide, "What?" Alex asked.

Liz twisted the straw in her beer, shaking her head, "Nothing just..." She looked up at Alex, tilting her head to the side, "She said boyfriend and you instantly guessed Michael?" She said, "and didn't deny it?" Liz finished, pressing her lips together. Alex looked over at Michael and back to Liz, feeling the heat started to rise in his face. That didn’t mean anything Alex told himself, he just didn’t see the point in correcting her, that was all.

Alex watched as Max and Michael walked back over, holding two trays of drinks. Michael sat down next to Alex, and somehow Michael seemed closer this time, their thighs touching. Michael passed the drinks out, turning to look at Alex, his arm stretched out behind the booth, almost resting on Alex’s shoulder. Michael looked over at Alex, a cheeky smile on his smile, "So Manes, spill!" Michael said.

Michael and Isabel were at Max’s house, going over some information they had found. Every now and again sharing something important.

“You found anything important?” Isabel asked, looking over a few documents that Alex had given them from some military database he’d hacked.

Michael shook his head, scanning his own piece of paper. “No, just normal genocidal plans concerning aliens,” They were trying to see what information the military already had on them, what information that group still didn’t have.

“Brilliant,” Isabel mocked from the sofa across. On the table in front of Isabel, Michael’s phone rang. Isabel leaned down and took the phone, looking at it for a moment before throwing it over to Michael, “It’s your boyfriend,” she teased.

Michael glared over at his sister before he answered, bringing it up to his face. “You found anything Alex?” Michael said, holding the phone between his shoulder and ear.

“ No, the database is clear, just ordinary military documents,” Alex said over the phone, sounding tired.

“I suppose that’s a plus,” Michael said, relieved they'd found no more secret government conspiracies.

“What about you?” Alex asked.

“Well we think we found a subbranch of Project Shepard but we’re not sure,” In the documents they’d found references to Project Shepard, they suspected that some members of Jesse’s Project Shepard had gone rogue and started their own branch. Michael heard Alex cursed on the other end, a prolonged sigh and Michael could practically see Alex, rubbing his forehead. ��You okay”? Michael asked.

“Yeah, yeah just, I really thought I’d cleaned this all up you know, that Project Shepard was done,” Alex said, the disappointment clear in his voice, his voice suddenly sounding older.

Michael leaned forward on his knees a little, now holding the phone to his ear. “This isn’t your fault Alex, you’ve pretty much shut down a whole covert military branch-“

“-Well clearly not all of it,” Alex said. Michael closed his eyes a little, wishing Alex was here so he could really talk to him. Michael knew how serious Alex took the Project Shepard shut down, trying to destroy everything his father had created.

“We’ll fix it,” Michael assured, “Together,” he finished.

There was silence on the other end for a moment, before Alex spoke, “I know” He breathed, “Let me know if you guys need any help,” Alex finished.

“Will do,” Michael said, hanging up and placing the phone next to him on the sofa.

“So…?” Isabel said, coming over to sit on the sofa next to Michael.

“So…what?” Michael asked, keeping his eyes on his work.

“How’d you know it was Alex?” Isabel asked. Michael looked up at his sister, who was resting her chin on top of her hands. “I mean I said boyfriend and you didn’t even look at the phone?” She went on, raising her eyebrow at her brother.

Michael shifted in his seat. “Who else would it be Iz?” he defected.

Iz leaned back on the sofa, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’m just saying when I said boyfriend your mind went directly to-“

“Iz,” Was all Michael said, cutting his sister off.

“Look I don’t like to meddle-“, Michael gave a sarcastic laugh, gaining a frown from his sister. “But you told me it wasn’t your guys time yet because Alex was trying something with Forrest and you were working on yourself,” Isabel went on, shuffling a little closer to her brother, trying to catch his eye line. “Well he’s not with Forrest anymore and you’re doing well?” She said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Michael had said that, and he had meant that, he did believe at some point it would be their time but he didn’t know when that would be and didn’t want to risk trying something and it being the wrong time, there was only so many chances they got. “We’re in the middle of an- “

Isabel threw her hands out to the side, a laugh escaping her lips, “We’re always in the middle of something Michael!” She shook her head, “Do you really wanna wait around till someone else notices him?” The thought made Michael’s stomach churn a little, watching Alex and Forrest had been hard enough. Michael was glad Alex had someone who made him happy, Alex seemed lighter when he was with Forrest but that didn’t stop the pain in Michael’s chest. Isabel was right thought, Alex wasn’t with Forrest anymore, and yet he was still happy, he reminded Michael of 17-year-old Alex; confident and light. Michael looked over at his sister, a sympathetic look still on her face. Maybe it was time to take the leap Michael told himself, feeling a breathlessness in his lungs that was only ever associated with Alex.

Alex sat with Greg around his fire pit in the garden, sipping their beers.

“So you heading back tonight?” Alex asked, looking up at the sky.

“Yeah, I gotta be up early for work,” Greg said, he looked over at Alex, “It’s been nice being here though, he sais with a smile.

Alex nodded, “It’s been nice having you around,” he said.

Greg shifted forward on his chair, “Well you’ve still got Flint,” He said. “He seems to be doing better?” It was true, over the last few months Alex and Greg had managed to pull away the aspects of Jesse Manes that remained in Flint.

“Yeah, yeah we’re making progress,” Alex said, they weren't there completely. Flint still didn't completely trust the aliens or even like them, but he wasn't out to murder them which was a start. Flint had agreed to stay in Roswell with Alex for a little while longer, then spend some time with Greg.

“What about you? What’s your plan now?” Greg asked.

It was such a simple question that had such a complicated answer, Alex decided to keep it short and simplistic. “Keep working, try and clean up the military as best I can,”

Greg gave a small laugh, “So keeping it simple,” he joked.

Alex smiled back, “Michael and I are going over some documents tomorrow which might give us some more intel about what we're dealing with,” He said.

Gregory didn't say anything for a moment, playing with his beer label. “He’s…he’s a good guy,” Greg said.

“Yeah Michaels…” Alex started and then stopped, there was so much be could say, so many words that came to his mind, he chooses not to say them, “He’s good,” was all Alex offered.

“Look I don’t wanna pry and I know I’m probably 10 years late to do the whole big brother act but…” Greg trailed off, he shifted in his seat. “I heard your song Alex, what you feel for Michael-“

Alex looked away, “What was a long time ago,” He muttered.

“Was it?” Greg asked. Alex looked over at his brother, Alex wasn't sure what to say but his lack of an answer was enough for Greg. “Because I’ve seen how you guys work together, look at each other, Alex you are so happy around him,” Greg smiled. Alex couldn't deny that being around Michael did make Alex happy, it always had. “I remember coming back home for a visit when I was younger, you were around 17 and you seemed so happy, and I never understood why I mean you lived with dad still..." Alex remembered the week Greg was talking about, just after what had happened in the shed, before everything had fallen apart completely, Greg had stayed at home for a while “It was because of Michael, right?” He asked. Alex didn't have to answer, the look he gave Greg told him he was right.

Alex reached up and ran his hand down his face, “We’ve tried it so many times and it never works out,” he quietly said,

“That’s because you guys weren’t ready, maybe you’re ready now,” Greg assured, "Maybe it's time to meet him in the middle?" Greg said, quoting Alex's song. Greg stood up, placing his beer on the floor, “Good luck little brother, talk to your boyfriend,” he teased like only an older brother could, patting Alex on the shoulder. Alex turned his head to watch as Greg left only to see Michael had pulled up and was walking towards Alex. He passed Greg giving him a small nod.

“Hey,” Michael said, “Greg off?”

“Yeah, he’s driving back,” Alex said as he watched Greg pull out of the drive.

Michael sat down in the chair next to Alex, moving it so it was in front of Alex, “I was going through some files and found this," He held out a piece of paper to Alex, "Looks like some kind of code, though you could take a crack at it tomorrow?" He asked, leaning back in his chair.

"Of course," Alex said, studying the code, having never seen it before.

"I thought you'd say that," Michael said, sitting forward, "So as a thank you, I brought you this," He reached into his pocket and pulled out a brown paper bag folded over, tossing it to Alex.

Alex caught it, giving Michael a hesitant look. Michael just nodded towards the bag. Alex opened it and peered inside, unable to see. Alex reached in and pulled out a triple chocolate cookie, Alex's mouth fell open for a moment. "Is this-"

"The one and only," Michael said with a self-satisfied smile on his face.

Alex could recognise the cookie anywhere. Back when they were kids, next to the Crashdown was a small bakery that made; in Alex's opinion the best cookies. When Alex and Michael could sneak off into the desert in Michael's truck they'd always stop off and buy some for the day. "I thought she closed down?" Alex asked, looking down at the cookie like it was gold.

"She did, she moved across town," Michael said.

Alex looked up, the smile from his face dropping, "You went all the way across town for this?" He asked.

"There your favourites right?" Michael said, smiling. Alex looked back down at the cookie, it was suddenly so much more than a cookie. Alex slipped it back into the bag, placing it on his lap. Michael had driven all the way across town just to get him a cookie he liked, just to make Alex happy. Alex looked back up at Michael who was looking at Alex with an anxious look. "Everything okay?" Michael asked.

Alex grinned, his smile going all the way up to his eyes, "Yeah, yeah everything...great," he admitted.

Michael nodded, standing up in his chair, "Well, I'll leave you to it," Michael went to walk away when Alex called.

"Michael wait!" He said. Michael turned around, taking his hat off to hold it in his hands. Maybe it was time to meet in the middle "You wanna stay for a drink?" Alex asked.

Michael appeared to give a breath of relief, sitting back down in the chair. "Yeah sure," he smiled. Alex reached into the bag, breaking the cookie in half, holding out one half to Michael. Michael took it, the smile growing on his face as the boys sat under the growing moonlight, maybe they'd finally come home.

Alex leaned against the bar at planet 7, looking at the sea of people. It was Isabel’s turn to pick where they went out, so here they were. Alex hadn’t really been here much, a few times with Kyle but that was it.

“Whiskey?” Someone said next to Alex. Alex spun around to see a guy stood next to him, leaning against the bar,”

“It’s a celebration,” Alex said, raising his glass a little. It was true, things had been quiet lately, their lives almost seemingly normal.

“I’m Oscar,” The guys said, holding out his hand to shake.

Alex shook it back, looking back across the dancefloor. “Alex,”

The guy turned to face Alex, “Well Alex, I’ve not seen you in here before,” He said, his voice sound flirtatious.

Alex shifted awkwardly on his feet, “Uh no, I’m pretty new to the place,” He admitted.

The guy seemed to step a little closer, “Well how about a tour of the place?” He quietly said.

Alex gave a small awkward laugh. He looked down at his feet and back just in time to see Michael walking over, a large smile on his face. Alex nodded towards Michael, “I think I’ll leave it to my boyfriend,” He said, the smile never leaving his face. The guy gave Alex a polite smile and walked away.

Michael reached Alex, leaning forward to place a kiss on his lips. Alex chased the kiss as Michael pulled apart, “Everything alright?” He asked.

“I think that guy just tried to flirt with me,” Alex admitted, a confused look on his face.

“Of course he did! Have you seen yourself?” Michael flirted, a cheeky grin on his face.

“Smooth,” Alex teased. Michael laughed, reaching out to wrap his hands around Alex’s hips, “You know were dating now, you don’t have to use cheesy pick-up lines,” Alex said, wrapping his own arms around Michael’s neck.

“Cheesy?!” Michael said, pulling back, feigning mock offences. Michael pulled Alex closer a little, his hands resting on his lower bad. “How do you think I got you,” He quietly said.

“Definitely not with those lines?” Alex continued to tease, playing with Michael’s hair a little.

“How then?” Michael asked, tilting his head.

“You want me to make a list?” Alex asked. Michael shook his head, a shy smile on his face. Michael gave Alex another kiss on the lips before pulling back a little. Michael released his hands from Alex’s lower back, taking one of his hands to walk over to the group. Alex reached out and pulled Michael back a little, “Well your kind, generous, a freakin’ genius and beautiful,” He said, Alex smiled as he watched Michael’s face go a little red, looking down to the ground. Alex reached up and placed his hand on Michael’s cheek, “And one of the best people I’ve met,” He said with sincerity.

“That’s a pretty good list,” Michael said, his voice quiet.

“No cheesy lines this time?” Alex asked, tilting his head to the side watching Michael.

Michael laughed, shaking his head no. Michael reached out and draped his arms around Alex’s neck. “You’re not too bad yourself you know?” He said, swaying a little on his feet.

Alex dropped his hand from Michael’s face and wrapped them around his lower back, there positions switching from earlier. “Thanks,” Alex said.

Michael seemed to think for a moment, looking down at the ground. He finally looked back up at Alex, his face looking serious. He swallowed, one corner of his mouth going up into a smile. “And you’ve always believed in me, even when others haven’t,” Michael finished.

Alex smiled like he’d been doing most days since he and Michael got together. Alex leaned forward and kissed Michael, his hands wrapping around Michael a little tighter. Michael replied by pulling Alex’s face forward a little, their kiss deepening as they swayed on the dancefloor. After a moment the boys pulled away, there foreheads leaning against each other.

“Now that was smooth,” Alex said, giving another quick kiss to Michael's lips.

“Sorry to interrupt sweethearts, but we're getting another round, so if you want some drinks on Valenti…” Isabel called walking past time, pointing to Kyle who was stood at the other bar.

“Apparently Valenti does have his uses,” Michael joked, receiving a disapproving look from Alex. Michael pulled himself off Alex, holding his hands up “Sorry, I’ll try and be nicer to my boyfriend’s friend, even if they're an ass,” He joked, quieting his voice at the end hoping Alex wouldn't hear. Alex smiled, sure he's never getting tired of hearing Michael call Alex his boyfriend. “What?” Michael asked, clearly noticing Alex's smile.

“Nothing, just…” Alex bites the inside of his cheek a little, leaning back against the bar, “If you told 17-year-old Alex that in 10 years he’d be free of his dad, close with his siblings again, happy in himself and Michael Guerin's boyfriend I...” Alex trailed off, looking up from the floor back to Michael's warm eyes. “I don’t think he’d believe it,” Alex admitted.

Michael stepped closer to Alex, taking hands in his, running his thumb over his hands, “Now who’s using cheesy lines,” Michael joked, pulling Alex closer to him. Alex smiled at Michael, feeling a contentedness in his chest that he hadn't felt in years, that only grew when he was near Michael. Alex gave Michael a finale kiss, pulling back to walk over to where the rest of the group were gathered around.

"Hey come to love birds," Liz joked as the pair walked over, Alex could only smile as he realised they'd finally met in the middle, and Michael had come home.

#malex20 #malexweek2020 #malex fic #alex manes #michael guerin

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(Part 2 to this; morning after)

You wake up with the all-too familiar feeling of having received a thorough ass-kicking the day before. Everything hurts. Your head aches, your shoulder is a nightmare and your ribs are not ready to do anything more drastic than lie in bed all day. You feel stiff and sore all over, and that is before you open your eyes and realize that you are not home. Right. Solaris. You came to him and he helped you, for whatever reason.

You sit up, slowly. You still feel a little dizzy, but not nearly as much as last night. Getting up is still a challenge, your left arm is mostly useless, which throws off your balance. But once you stand it isn't so bad, and you make it to the hallway in one piece. You find the bathroom on the first try – all the doors are open. So it wasn't a trust thing. You refuse to feel guilty for your thoughts from last night.

Once you are inside you close the door and lock it. As much as you appreciate Solaris' help you do not want him to know the full extend of your injuries. He's seen the worst of it already, he does not need to know how weak you truly are.

Your face is not as bad as you expected. There's an impressive bruise forming on the right side of your forehead, centred around a cut that disappears into your hairline. You have bled all over yourself, but Solaris cleaned away the worst of it last night. There's still some blood clinging to your eyebrows and of course your hair is a nightmare but that will have to wait until you can find some place to shower.

You pull up your shirt enough to inspect your ribs. Faint blue bruises spread over the right side that will become a lot more colourful over the next few days. You take a breath. Ouch. They are reasonably solid when you feel them tough, and you decide to believe there is nothing broken.

Bruises and scrapes on your arms and the unmistakable marks of too-tight handcuffs around your wrists. Those will fade fast, hopefully.

You do not check your legs. You know there will be more bruises, but you walked across the whole city yesterday and if something had been seriously wrong you would not have been able to do that, so you leave it.

When you come back out, Solaris is just coming down the stairs.

“Oh”, he sounds genuinely surprised. “You're still here.”

“Um.” This is awkward. “Yeah, I'll be out of your hair in a minute, but there's-”

“No, no!” Is that a – is he smiling? Genuinely smiling, at you, a villain (or Rogue, he’d probably prefer that), standing barefoot in his hallway. “I thought you would have left in the night, but – I kinda hoped you wouldn't.” And yeah, definitely smiling, a little awkwardly. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I got beat up and then slept on a couch”, you say, because why not be honest.

And Solaris. Chuckles. Like you made a joke.

Unbelievable.

The dude will find a villain bleeding on his doorstep, bandage their wounds and befriend them in the morning.

You can’t deal with this. There are more important things to talk about, anyway.

“You know, I didn't just randomly get my ass kicked last night.”

Solaris looks at you, thoughtful now, the smile vanished from his face.

“You wanna tell me what happened?”

“Yesterday”, you start. “In the morning – well, it was still night, really. A bunch of people broke into my place. I thought they were your boys, at first.”

Now it's Solaris' turn to raise an eyebrow. “My boys?”

“Police. Special forces, whatever – thought you'd finally done the strategic thing, tried to smoke me out.” Literally. You had woken up choking on smoke. There had been a fire in the stairway. You put it out, sucking the oxygen right out of it, dispelled the smoke. Your neighbours weren't hurt, but that hadn't been the intention of the arsonists anyway. All they had wanted was for you to reveal yourself.

“Wasn't the case, obviously. There were – I don't know, maybe 5? They wore all black, body armour, helmets, the whole thing, but no uniforms, you know? Had their faces covered, as well. They tried to take me in.” They had come at you from behind, as you were still trying to cough the smoke out of your lungs, stunned you, beat your head against the floor. Kicked you a bit, for good measure. Pretty effective, you have to admit. Your powers require you to concentrate and giving you a concussion is a good way to prevent that.

“How did you get away?” Solaris asks, disbelief in his voice. Fair. You knew you could hardly expect him to trust you, not when he is an Official, a hero. In his world, as long as you stay on the right side of the law, nothing bad happens to you, and human rights are a thing that exists.

“They used normal handcuffs on me.” You smile a little. “Their van had standard issue locks as well.” Telekinesis is your power, which they must have known. You have no idea why they would have been so stupid. Did they think hitting you over the head would leave you unable to pick a lock? Please. This trick was one of the first you learned, you could do it with your eyes closed, half asleep, bleeding out.

“And they just let you walk out?”

“They didn't expect me to get free. I jumped out.” Luckily the van hadn't been that fast. Luckily you had fallen asleep on the couch, still dressed. Luckily you had thrown on your leather jacket before running outside to deal with the fire.

“You jumped out of a moving vehicle?”

You shrug, one-sided. “Wasn't fun, but there also wasn't anything else I could have done.”

Solaris just looks at you, with an expression that borders on horrified. “And they didn't come after you?”

“I jammed their gas. Locked the doors.” You can't help a smirk. “Bet it took them a while to get the thing to stop.” You decide to wrap this up quick. “I hid during the day, waited for dark. I knew they'd be looking for me, so I couldn't go to any of my usual places. I didn't-” you manage to stop yourself. I didn't want to put anyone in danger. “Anyway, I thought they'd never suspect me coming to you. Whoever they are.” Also, Solaris can take care of himself. He would have probably beat the guys to a pulp, plus if he disappears there are going to be questions.

“So yeah. I don't know who they belong to, or what they wanted from me, but I though you should know anyway. Doubt they'd be after you, but I can't be sure what they want with – you know. Specials.” The word almost makes you shudder. Yikes.

“Wait, you said they weren't law enforcement?”

You shake your head. Say about cops what you will but they would probably not set fire to a house full of civilians.

“And they basically tried to abduct you?”

“Basically.”

“And you think they are after people with powers?”

You flinch. That's even worse. But, “Yeah.”

Solaris takes a breath. “That's a lot to take in. I need some coffee. You want to stay for breakfast?”

And right. Sure. Why the fuck would you not want breakfast with your nemesis.

“So”, Solaris says after you sat down and you learned that he takes his coffee black, because of course he does. There's toast and you are trying really hard to restrain yourself and not eat the whole loaf. “These – people. Any idea what they were? Who they work for? What they wanted?”

You swallow. Another one-sided shrug. “Don't know. But...”

He looks at you expectantly. “But?”

You sigh. How could you explain this to him. “Sometimes people disappear. Kids, mostly. I'm sure you know that. And sometimes they are found. Mostly it's just parents having messy divorces, right? But sometimes...not. Sometimes someone will just not come home from school. Or be taken into foster care, never to be seen again. And they usually aren't the kind of families where cops put a lot of effort into the investigation, you know?”

To your surprise, Solaris nods. “I have – heard about that.”

“Right. Well, usually this doesn't happen to adults, because we know what we are capable of, and many of us have jobs and shit. We can defend ourselves. But recently, there were some weird things going on.”

“Like what?”

“Like people feeling like they were being followed. I know some people who I haven't heard from in a while, mostly homeless. You know.”

“You think someone tried to take you – for what?”

You shrug again. Truth is, you don't really want to think about it, just like you do not want to think about what might happen to children in white rooms.

“There have always been people who wanted to find out what makes us tick, right? What makes it so some people can do things others can't.”

Solaris nods. “I heard that there were efforts to develop a prenatal test for powers.” He glances down at his plate, thoughtful. “And there's the military testing, too.”

“You know about that?”

Now he looks back at you. “Of course. I'm not an idiot. How do you think-” he cuts himself off, but you might have an idea what he'd wanted to say. Huh. Interesting, you think and file that information away for later.

“Anyway. Not to be cocky but I'd be a pretty good catch, wouldn't I? Nobody is gonna ask too many questions if I disappear.”

“Your powers are strong. Useful.” Solaris looks at you with an expression you cannot quite decipher. “People would notice if you were gone though.”

“Maybe, but what's another dead villain? Mostly, people would just be glad I was no longer around to make their life more complicated.” You take a sip of your coffee. It's gone cold, but you drink it anyway.

“Whatever. Just thought you should know. If they are going after someone like me...well. Don't know who else might get on their radar. Maybe keep your eyes open?” You get up. Leaving the dishes for Solaris to deal with is okay, you decide. You are a villain, after all. There's a limit to how domestic you get with a hero and that limit is reached.

“Of course. Thank you.”

“No.” You turn around to look at him proper, one last time. The next time you will see each other, he's gonna be in uniform again. “Thank you. Truly. For everything. You didn't – have to do that.”

“I'm glad you came to me”, he says, and you might just believe he's actually genuine about it. “I'm glad you – you knew I'm not the kind of person who would turn you away.”

I didn't, you want to say, but you know it would just be to hurt his feelings. So you don't. He doesn't deserve that. You smile at him, say “See you on the streets”, and out you go.

The street is empty. You were right about one thing: They did not expect you to come here. You still hurt all over, but you feel more like yourself than you did last night. You start walking as casually and inconspicuous as someone with an arm strapped to their chest and blood in their hair can. There's a small park nearby, the kind that is mostly a public dog toilet, with a few trees, a path, a sandbox. You make sure nobody watches you before you disappear.

#i have known these dumbasses for 1 day and i love them so much already #there's a whole THING behind this and idk if ill ever get to it but this is what i have so far #solaris and the shrike #i wrote a thing

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Jack Thompson x Reader

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Summary: Summary: Jack Thompson is moving into a suburban neighborhood to conduct surveillance on a man named Charles who lives across the street. Thompson needs information, but when his over-friendly next door neighbor drags him to a neighborhood barbecue he gets more than he bargained for.

Word Count: 4,343

Category: Fluff?

A/N: This one’s super long, but enjoy! I do my best to keep most of my oneshots gender neutral, but this one is a female reader. Sorry!! And as always, feel free to message me or comment if you have anything you want to request :)

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Thompson's POV

"So what, the two of you are really gonna leave me here to do all the work myself?" I asked, looking incredulously at Carter and Sousa.

"Yes, I believe that's what we said." Carter was perfectly calm when she spoke, and it just frustrated me more.

"Sorry Jack, but we've got a lot of other cases running," Sousa started. "You know as well as I do that we can't spare more than one of us for this stakeout. We barely have time to stay here and help you set up, let alone stay the whole stakeout."

I sighed and rolled my eyes, but he was right. The SSR was stretched thin with Dottie Underwood still on the loose and causing trouble, along with all the other problems we had to deal with daily. We really didn't have the resources to spare.

I'd never admit that to Sousa though.

"Fine. Guess I'll just have to pick up all the slack from you two lovebirds." I moved to one of the boxes of surveillance equipment sitting on the couch as my colleagues just rolled their eyes and blushed. I was about to tell them to get over themselves and start setting up when a knock came at the door. All three of us turned in that direction simultaneously.

"Who the hell could that be?"

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Y/N's POV

"Ruthie, did you see the moving trucks this morning?" I asked my neighbor over tea. I was visiting with her this morning, and when I was leaving my house I noticed people going into the house next to mine. It had been empty and on the market for almost a month now, but it looked like someone finally bought it.

"I did! Have you met the new neighbors yet?" she asked.

"No, I haven't had the chance to go over today."

"I wonder what they're like? I hope they're nice. What if it's some crazy old man or a family with a bunch of monstrous children or—"

"Ruthie, I'm sure it's going to be fine! I'm sure they're perfectly nice. In fact, I think I'll make some cookies and go over later today to say hi."

"Ha! Good luck. And let me know how it goes, okay? I wanna know everything about these people, whoever they are."

"Alright, Ruthie, I promise," I chuckled. I sipped my tea and we moved on to talking about other things, like the weather and Ruthie's husband. The conversation turned to my love life, and more specifically Ruthie urging me to find a man, so I gave some dodgy answers and excused myself at the first opportunity. I wasn't against dating or finding the right guy, but I had other things in life to worry about, you know?

Ruthie certainly didn't. And I wasn't about to waste my breath and time trying to explain it to her.

I had cookies to make.

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I decided to go for a plate of classic chocolate chip cookies. I already had all the ingredients, and I started on them as soon as I got home. Once they were done, I arranged them nicely on a plate and headed over to meet my new neighbor.

I couldn't tell much as I walked up to the front door. All the blinds were drawn, and there was nothing in the yard that gave away anything about the person living inside. Even the moving truck was gone now, even though it had only been here about half the day.

I knocked on the door, actually feeling a little nervous. What if Ruthie was right, and our new neighbor was some horrible, mean person?

I didn't have time to get lost in my doubts before the door swung open, revealing two extremely confused faces. A man and a woman stood together (I guessed they were a couple), staring at me without saying a word.

"Uh... hello!" I started, trying to break the tension. "My name is Y/N, and I saw the moving trucks this morning, and, well, I thought I'd bring over some cookies to say hello and welcome you to the neighborhood."

I smiled and held out the plate of cookies, hoping they'd get the message. After a moment of apparently stunned silence, they smiled. It seemed sweet, but there was something else in their eyes that I couldn't quite put my finger on as the woman turned to call out over her shoulder.

"Thompson! Your new neighbor's come to welcome you to the neighborhood! Come and say hello!"

"These look amazing," said the guy, reaching out to take the plate of cookies from me. "It's nice to meet you, Y/N. My name's Daniel, and this is Peggy."

"Nice to meet you both. So are you two buying your first home together?"

"Oh, no, Daniel and I aren't moving in," said Peggy. She had a British accent, and she radiated this energy that made me want to stand up a little straighter. "We're just helping our... friend... Jack move in."

Right on cue, another man appeared in the doorway. He was taller than the other two, with neat blond hair and a suit and tie.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't find him attractive.

"Hi Jack! Nice to meet you." I beamed at him, but he didn't look nearly as enthusiastic as I felt.

"Yeah, right. Nice to meet you too."

"She brought you cookies Jack," said Daniel, showing him the plate. Jack didn't say anything. He just glared at Daniel for a minute before turning back to me.

"Look, Y/N, it's great to meet you, but I still have a lot of unpacking to do. Now's not really the best time for me."

"Oh! Oh, of course. Sorry, I just— well, I really should be getting home anyway. I'm sure I'll see you around." I wasn't expecting such a clear brush-off, but I did my best to recover smoothly. I just hoped my face wasn't as red as it felt.

"Yeah, I'm sure."

Without waiting for me to say anything else, Jack turned around and walked back into the house. Daniel and Peggy gave me apologetic looks.

"Sorry, he's a bit stressed," said Peggy. "I'm sure he'll be nicer once he's settled in a bit."

"And thanks for the cookies," added Daniel, taking a bite of one. "Mmm, they're delicious."

I smiled at that, waving to Peggy and Daniel as they said goodbye before heading back inside. The door closed, and I just stood there for a minute, trying to get over the serious brush-off I'd just received. After another minute, I took a deep breath, straightened up, and started heading back to my house.

Alright, so maybe the first introduction didn't go exactly as planned. Fine. I could get past that. I had a reputation in this neighborhood as the friendly one; I knew all my neighbors and I said hi when I saw them and I organized neighborhood events. I wasn't about to let some new guy ruin all that.

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Jack's POV

"Thompson, you're an idiot."

I turned around as Carter and Sousa came into the kitchen. Sousa was chewing me out through a mouthful of cookies, and I wasn't in the mood for it.

"Why? Because I didn't let a nosy neighbor into the house with a bunch of spy equipment in plain view?"

"No, because you completely snubbed a nice, pretty girl."

I turned to Carter, expecting her to take issue with Sousa's description of the neighbor girl, but she was nodding along with him. I rolled my eyes.

"Look, I get that the two of you are all caught up in the romance aspect of things, but some of us still have a job to do. I'm here to stake out the house across the street and catch a major criminal, not get to know the girl next door. Now help me unpack and get set up so we can start making a plan in case she comes over again."

Carter and Sousa shared a look, and I started to get a bad feeling.

"You know Jack, we'd love to, but we really are awfully busy," started Carter.

"Yeah, we should get back to the Underwood case. But you got this, right?" asked Sousa.

"What? No, I don't 'got this'. It's gonna take hours to set all this up, and what am I supposed to do if that girl comes by again asking questions? She could blow my cover!"

Sousa just shrugged, and I caught Carter trying to hold back a smirk.

"Well, I guess you'd better figure that out Agent Thompson," she said. She and Sousa started heading for the door. I couldn't believe this. My own damn team was leaving me high and dry!

"Guys. Guys!" No response. "At least leave the cookies!"

"Cookies are for agents who are friendly to pretty girls!" Sousa called from the hallway. I didn't have time for a response before I heard the front door slam, and I was left alone with a house full of equipment and a neighbor that was going to blow my cover from trying to be nice.

This was going to be a long assignment.

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Y/N's POV

I decided to give my new neighbor Jack a few days before approaching him again. His friends said he'd be in a better mood once he settled in, but that just didn't feel true. So, I decided to make a plan to get him introduced to the neighborhood.

Time for a barbecue!

I spent those few days I didn't go near Jack talking to everyone else in the neighborhood. Ruthie and her husband said they'd be willing to host, and everyone was free Friday for a get together. That gave me all of Thursday and, as a last resort, the beginning of Friday to find a way to get Jack to come.

I spent most of Thursday at work and finalizing barbecue plans. Then, right before dinner, I decided it was finally time to go talk to Jack again.

I marched up the path with a new determination. I wouldn't let this guy brush me off today—I was going to get him to come to this barbecue whatever it took.

I knocked on the door and put on my best smile. I waited for what felt like forever, but then, finally, the door swung open.

"Hi Jack!" I said brightly, not giving him the chance to speak first. "I hope you're getting settled in okay."

He just grunted, looking very much like he wanted to close the door and go back inside. He stood wedged in the doorway so I couldn't see past him, and I had to take a minute to stop myself from rolling my eyes.

"I just wanted to come over and invite you to a neighborhood barbecue that we're having tomorrow." I could tell that he was about to immediately shut me down, so I spoke up again before he could. "Everyone's going to be there! It'll be a great chance for you to get to know people. And, you know, it might be a little weird if you don't come."

Jack sighed heavily before replying.

"Look, I get that you've got a whole... friendly, adorable girl next door thing going on, but I'm perfectly happy not knowing everyone in the neighborhood. Barbecues aren't really my thing."

He started to close the door, but I wedged my foot in the gap and stepped forward, pushing the door back open. I was much closer to him now, and I actually had to tilt my head back a little to look him in the eyes. I didn't back down though.

"So what is your thing? I've met all kinds of different people who moved in and out of this neighborhood, and every single one of them had their own way of being friendly and interacting. What's yours?"

"I don't have one."

"Ha! Come on Jack, you must have something you like to do. Some fun hobby that you do in your spare time, something. I mean, you have friends—I met them—so you can't just sit in your house all day and not talk to anyone."

Jack turned his full attention on me now, looking down to meet my eyes. I think he was trying to intimidate me, but I refused to step back.

"I like helping people. And doing something with my life that's actually important, instead of going to barbecues with people who don't matter when I have better things to do. Now, if you'll excuse me."

I was stunned into silence as Jack gently put his hands on my shoulders and moved me back a few steps before closing the door on me. What the hell was that?

I walked back to my house in a daze. Probably, the smart thing to do would be to take a hint and leave him alone. He clearly didn't want to make friends, and I should just accept that.

Right?

I sighed and flopped down on my couch. I knew that I should leave Jack alone, but I wasn't one to give up so easily. And, luckily for me, my short conversation with Jack had given me the perfect way to get him to my barbecue.

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"So Y/N, when is this mysterious new neighbor going to make an appearance?" asked Ruthie, sipping her drink as we stood together in her backyard.

"Don't worry Ruthie, he'll be here soon." I gave her a soft smile. "Now, I better go check on the snacks in the kitchen. I'll be right back."

Ruthie nodded and I walked through the party, back into the mostly empty house. It was a nice Friday night, and everyone else in the neighborhood was already here. Now I just had to put my plan into motion to get Jack here. Operation Elusive Neighbor was a go.

I walked into the kitchen, then looked around to make sure nobody would notice me taking a detour to the phone in the hall. No one was around, so I picked up the phone and dialed the number to the house that now belonged to Jack Thompson.

"Hello?" I heard his voice come through the receiver. He sounded tired, and a little wary. For half a second I worried I'd made a mistake, but then I decided it was far too late to go back now.

"Jack? It's Y/N." I tried to sound a little panicked and breathless. I took as second to look around the hallway for effect after I said my name.

"Y/N, how did you get this number? If this is another attempt to get me to come to some stupid barbecue—"

"No, listen, Jack, I need help. I was at the barbecue and—oh, just please, get over here as quickly as you can!" I spoke quickly and in a harsh whisper. It had an impact on Jack, who sounded much more alert and interested when he responded.

"Where are you? Are you still in the neighborhood?"

"Yes! Yes, I'm at Ruthie's. It's the house right across the street from you."

Jack went absolutely silent, and I thought maybe I'd said something to give away my ruse. Instead, when Jack spoke again, he sounded deadly calm and cold.

"Stay calm. I'll be right there."

I heard a click as he hung up the phone, and I hung up on my end as well. I honestly didn't expect Jack to react so strongly, but it was too late to do anything about it now.

He said he liked helping people, and I guess he meant it.

I decided to go to the front door to intercept Jack just in case he came sprinting into the backyard yelling and ready to swing. I didn't have to wait long before I saw him running up the front walk at full speed, heading for the door like he was planning on breaking it down.

I walked over and swung it open before he got the chance, giving him the sweetest smile I could.

"Hi Jack! Glad you could make it."

Jack slowed down, but he still had enough momentum to carry him up the steps to stand right in front of me. His eyes darted back and forth, looking over my head and scanning for any sign of danger. When he found none, he turned back to me. I almost had a heart attack from shock when he smiled and pulled me in for a hug.

"Hi Y/N," he said loudly. Then, in my ear, barely above a whisper, "Where's the danger?"

I pulled back and gave him a sheepish smile.

"Uh, you know, there really isn't any... danger, per say. Unless, of course, you count overcooked steaks as dangerous."

Jack's face morphed into a scowl as he looked at me.

"What do you mean, 'there's no danger'?"

"I mean, I knew you wouldn't come to the barbecue and have fun with everyone unless I could find a way to make you leave the house. And, you know, you said yesterday that you like helping people..."

Jack took a deep breath, clearly getting ready to chew me out and then go back home. Before he could, I grabbed his hand and pulled him forward into the house.

"But hey, since you're here, you might as well come inside and meet everyone!"

Jack scowled even more, but he quickly turned the expression into an easy smile as we cleared the door into the back yard.

"There's the man of the hour!" called Ruthie, raising a glass and coming over to us.

Jack smiled to Ruthie, then wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me closer. He leaned down to whisper to me just before Ruthie reached us.

"I am going to get you back for this."

Then, like nothing was wrong, he straightened up and reached out the hand that wasn't keeping me right next to him to shake hands with Ruthie.

"Ruthie, is it?" he asked smoothly, giving her a winning smile. "Jack Thompson, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Ruthie blushed and giggled, and I stared at her in awe. I mouthed the words you are married to her, and she cleared her throat and seemed to recover herself.

"Yes, Jack, it's nice to meet you," she said. "I'm so glad you could make it."

"So am I. And thank you for hosting. I'd love to thank your husband, too. Is he here?"

"Oh, no, Charles isn't home from work quite yet. He should be here any minute though. I'll introduce you as soon as he arrives!"

"That'd be wonderful, thank you."

I didn't say a word. I was too shocked at this whole new Jack Thompson I was seeing. Who knew the grouch who practically slammed the door on me a few days ago could be so outgoing?

Ruthie took a good look at the two of us and raised an eyebrow.

"Well, excuse me for asking, but Y/N, have you finally found a man who's able to win your attention?"

I blushed as Jack looked over at me, not really sure what to say. He pulled me closer, eyes sparkling with mischief as he watched me struggle with the question.

"Uh, well, I'm not quite sure, Ruthie," I said carefully, trying to ignore Jack's gaze. "I guess we'll just have to see how he does from here."

Ruthie smiled, and I could already tell she'd be grilling me for at least an hour the next time we had tea.

Thankfully, I was saved from further mortification by Ruthie's husband Charles walking through the door. Everyone—including Jack—turned their attention to him instead of me.

"Well, Jack, here's my husband now! Come on, I'll introduce you to him."

"That'd be great, Ruthie, thank you."

With that, he dropped his arm from around my waist and crossed the backyard with Ruthie. I let out a deep breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. What the hell was all that?

I shook it off and headed to the other side of the yard. Whatever was going on with him, I wasn't going to let it stop me from having a fun time at the barbecue. I accomplished my mission by getting him here, and now I was going to have a good time.

I didn't talk to Jack for most of the rest of the night. He and Charles were practically joined at the hip, and whenever I decided I wanted to spend more time getting to know Jack he was off in some corner talking with Charles in hushed whispers. They quickly stopped talking the one time I tried to approach them, so I decided to leave it alone and just spend time with the rest of my neighbors.

I stood in the back corner of the yard as the night wound down, chatting with one of my younger neighbors. Like Ruthie, she had noticed Jack's arm around my waist and was encouraging me to go after him. I brushed off her questions without really promising anything, and I felt relief wash over me as I waved goodbye to her and she left the house.

"Long night?"

I turned to see Jack, smiling brighter than I'd ever seen. At first I thought it was another fake smile like he put on for Ruthie and everyone else, but the look in his eyes told me it wasn't.

"Just a bit," I answered, slumping against the back fence. "I wouldn't have worked so hard to get you here if I knew it would just have everyone asking me if we were together and telling me it was about time I found a man."

Jack chuckled, then held out his hand to me. "Let me walk you out?"

I sighed, but I took his hand anyway. What could it hurt?

"I wasn't aware you cared," I said as we walked out together, waving to Ruthie and Charles one last time. "You spent the entire night talking to Charles. I thought you forgot I existed."

"How could I forget the girl who almost had me breaking down the door of my neighbor's house?" he joked. I looked at him in awe. Who was this new, friendly, relaxed person I was walking with?

"Well you're certainly in a better mood," I noted. I expected him to leave me at the halfway point between our houses, but he kept walking with me towards mine.

"Yeah, well, let's just say I got a lot of work done tonight," he said. "All that talking with Charles... he sure made my life a lot easier."

I thought Jack was going to explain more, but he didn't. We were on the front stoop of my house, so there was really nothing left to do but say goodnight.

"Look, Y/N, I wanted to tell you that I'll probably be moving out in the next day or two," he said. We were standing face to face now, and any desire I had to go inside was suddenly gone.

"What? Jack, what on Earth are you talking about? You've barely been here a week!"

"I know, but I moved here because it was convenient for work. Things are changing now, and the work assignment I had is gonna be wrapped up in the next few days, thanks to... recent events. I thought it would take way longer, but..."

Jack trailed off and his eyes landed on me.

"Look, what I'm trying to say is, I'm leaving. I'm not going to be right next door, so you can't just stop by to bother me anymore." I scoffed, and he continued. "But I still want to see you. I don't think anybody's ever been so determined to spend time with me just to get to know me. I like that that's what you did."

"Jack, what are you trying to say?"

Jack let out a small laugh and looked at the ground. "Wow, I've never been bad at this before." He took both of my hands and looked up to meet my eyes. "Y/N, I'm asking if you'd like to go on a date with me."

I was shocked. I really didn't know Jack very well, and I'd barely had four conversations with him. Still, I liked this new side of him that I was seeing. And I couldn't deny that he was attractive.

"Well... alright, yeah. I'd like that."

Jack smiled another of his genuine smiles that I was really starting to enjoy.

"Great. I have your number, so I'll give you a call as soon as everything calms down with work. Don't worry, it'll only be a few days, if that."

I nodded. "You better not be one of those guys who says they'll call then never does," I joked, lightly pushing him in the chest.

"I promise, I won't." He grabbed my hand, then leaned in to place a soft kiss on my cheek. He pulled away, and took a few steps back towards his own house. He called out to me as he walked backwards, "Thank you for dragging me to that barbecue. You have no idea how much it helped me."

"You're welcome," I called back, still a little confused. Jack gave me a cheesy grin, then winked at me before turning around and continuing the rest of the way back to his house. I stood on the porch even after I couldn't see him anymore. Finally, I came back to my senses enough to head inside.

I couldn't get Jack Thompson out of my head as I went upstairs and flopped into bed. He was certainly an interesting man.

I was happy I'd have the chance to get to know him.

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