#jack benjamin x y/n

[tipsynight0]

Ghosts in the code

Paring - ben drowned x female reader

Synopsis - reader dies on a mission, in ben's grief he makes her in the digtal realm to cope.

Trigger warnings: death, shooting, guns, blood, grief, i think that's all but its super sad so be warned??

Word count - 2.1K

Author’s note - so I woke up at 7:45am and decided to finally write this damn story, I had made it in the draft but never completed it. I thought, huh they’ve had too much fluff and to much Jeff the killer. Soo I hope you guys like being emotionally traumatized this early in the morning <3

It was supposed to be an easy mission. Jack was off to find his next meal, and (Y/N) just had to make a target disappear—another loose end tied up. She could’ve handled it alone, but Jack insisted on tagging along. And Ben, always the overprotective one, had been unusually tense, practically forcing her to let him come. That last mission had shaken him. He hadn’t been able to let go of how close she’d come to dying.

"Jesus Christ, Ben, I’ll be fine," (Y/N) snapped, stuffing long sleeves into her bag, her irritation spilling over.

Ben hovered near her, eyes clouded with worry that he couldn’t hide, no matter how hard he tried. He wasn’t his usual laid-back self—not this time. "You almost got yourself killed last time, (Y/N). This isn't something to brush off," he muttered, his voice low and laced with concern.

She rolled her eyes, zipping up her bag. "I know. But I can handle this. I don’t need you breathing down my neck." She sighed, softening a bit as she saw the tension in his face. "I’ll be back in no time. I love you, okay?"

But Ben didn’t respond. He just stared at her for a long moment, his face hard, jaw clenched. Without a word, he turned and walked out of the room. The door shut softly behind him, but it felt like a wall slamming down between them.

(Y/N) exhaled, the weight of his silence settling on her. She hadn’t meant to fight with him before leaving, but it always seemed to end like this when it came to her missions. Shrugging it off, she grabbed her bag and headed out with Jack.

The house was old, creaky, the kind that seemed to breathe with the wind. The floorboards groaned beneath her boots as she crept down the dimly lit hallway, gripping her knife tightly. The air was thick with tension, heavy with the kind of silence that made every noise echo louder than it should. She was looking for a blue door. Inside, a scared twenty-year-old kid was hiding, a witness who’d seen too much—a fleeting glimpse of the mansion’s dark secrets.

It was routine. She’d done this a thousand times before, but something felt off. Her skin prickled with unease as she approached the door, the silence pressing down on her like a weight. Then, a scream—low, guttural—pierced the air. The door flew open with a crash, and she froze.

The kid stood there, trembling, his wild eyes locked onto hers. In his hands was a shotgun, shaking as violently as he was. Fear twisted his features, but before she could react, he pulled the trigger.

The blast was deafening. In that moment, time seemed to slow, her world narrowing to the sound of the explosion and the searing pain that followed. It hit her square in the chest, a force so strong it knocked her off her feet, her body crashing into the floor.

Her back slammed against the hardwood with a sickening thud, but it was the burning that consumed her. The heat spread through her chest like wildfire, every nerve screaming in agony. She gasped, choking on the blood that filled her lungs, her breath coming in shallow, ragged bursts. The room spun, her vision blurring as the pain became unbearable.

All she could think about was Ben. His stupid, overprotective warnings. He had been right. He had been fucking right, and she never told him. He didn’t even say “I love you” back.

Tears welled in her eyes as she coughed, blood sputtering from her lips. The taste of iron coated her mouth as her hands clawed at the floor, trying to grasp onto something—anything. But she was slipping, fast. Her vision grew darker, the ringing in her ears louder, drowning out everything else. Ben’s face flickered in her mind, that crooked smile, the way he laughed when he beat her at video games, the warmth in his touch when he wasn’t being so damn stubborn.

A final breath rattled in her chest, and everything went black.

Jack pushed through the wet forest, his steps heavy and labored, (Y/N)'s limp body cradled in his arms. His hands were slick with blood, her blood, the smell thick in the cold air. He moved as quickly as he could, but her weight, combined with the dread gnawing at his gut, slowed him down. He knew—he could feel it—that this wasn’t just another injury. This was different. Worse. The kind of wound you didn’t walk away from.

Her pulse was barely there, faint and fluttering, like it was already halfway to giving up. Her skin had turned ghostly pale, and the blood, it just wouldn’t stop. It soaked into his clothes, warm and sticky, every step leaving a trail of red behind them. The mansion wasn’t far, but it felt like miles, and with every step, Jack’s fear grew.

He burst through the mansion doors, frantic, his voice hoarse as he shouted for help.

Jeff and Ben were on the couch, immersed in a game of Mario Kart. Ben, still brooding from their earlier fight, didn’t even look up. His anger kept him rooted to his seat, eyes fixed on the screen.

But Jeff’s gaze drifted to the hallway, to the trail of blood that smeared the floorboards. The sight made him drop his controller, his face twisting in confusion and horror as he followed the crimson path to where Jack stood, soaked in it.

"Ben…" Jeff’s voice was tight, like he already knew what was coming. Ben ignored him at first, too wrapped up in his frustration to care. But when he finally turned, his blood ran cold.

(Y/N) lay cradled in Jack’s arms, her shirt torn open, exposing the gruesome mess of her chest. Buckshot wounds peppered her torso, blood oozing from every gash. Her chest barely rose, barely fell, and her face—oh god, her face. She was so pale. Too pale.

Ben stumbled forward, his legs weak beneath him, until he collapsed at her side. "No. No, no, no, no, no!" His voice cracked, raw with panic and disbelief. He reached for her hand—her hand that had once been so warm, so full of life. Now, it was cold, stiffening with every passing second. His fingers curled around hers, squeezing, as if he could force life back into her with sheer will.

"Jack, what the fuck happened?! You had one job, one fucking job! You were supposed to keep her safe!" His voice rose, laced with fury and heartbreak. But there was no answer. Jack stood frozen, guilt etched in every line of his face.

Ben’s anger melted into desperation as he cupped her face, brushing her blood-matted hair back, pressing frantic kisses to her forehead, her cheeks, her lips—anywhere he could. "Please, don’t do this," he whispered, his voice shaking. "I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything. I love you, just—please. Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me, (Y/N)."

But her chest had stopped moving. Her pulse had gone. (Y/N) was gone.

She died wrapped in Ben’s arms that night, her body slack against him as the life drained from her. He held her tighter than he ever had, as if he could somehow hold her soul in his embrace, keep her from slipping away. But there was nothing left to hold onto. Jeff and Toby had to pull him off her, restrain him as he screamed her name, his voice raw and broken. He fought against them, desperate to stay with her, but they carried her body out. The Operator spoke of capturing her soul, of preserving her somehow, but the words were meaningless to Ben. Ben had spent countless days and sleepless nights locked away in his dimly lit room, the walls closing in around him as the weight of his grief pressed heavily on his chest. The world outside felt like a distant memory, a place where laughter echoed and sunlight broke through the darkness—a world that no longer existed for him. Instead, he found himself drowning in a sea of despair, surrounded by his computer screens, each one a window to a digital realm that was both a refuge and a prison.

He scoured the internet obsessively, combing through files, piecing together fragments of code like a mad scientist trying to resurrect the dead. Hours turned into days as he meticulously recorded long sessions of every proxy’s voice—voices that had once brought him comfort now echoed with haunting reminders of what he had lost. He captured every laugh, every snarky remark, every heartfelt confession, determined to weave them into the fabric of his creation. It had to be perfect. It had to feel real.

The others in the mansion watched him with a mix of concern and resignation. They agreed to his demands, knowing he was lost in his pain, hoping that his obsession might bring him some semblance of peace. But Ben wasn’t looking for peace; he was searching for a way to bring (Y/N) back. He wanted to trap her essence in this digital world, to create a sanctuary where she would never leave him again.

The night finally came when he felt ready. With trembling hands, he slipped the cartridge into the console, his heart racing as the screen flickered to life, illuminating the room with a soft glow. The title appeared, its letters swirling in hues of blue and green, memories end. He pressed play, and the familiar loading screen unfolded before him, sending him spiraling into the depths of his creation.

As he traversed the digital halls of the mansion, a sense of anticipation mixed with dread washed over him. Every pixel, every shadow had been crafted with care, echoing the real place they had shared so many moments. It was both exhilarating and gut-wrenching to see her face again—her features rendered flawlessly, as if she were just a breath away.

Then, he entered his bedroom, and there she was, standing in the center of the room, bathed in the soft glow of the digital light. His heart raced, a wild mixture of hope and anguish surging through him as her voice filled the air. “Ben, I have to go on my mission today. Don’t be mad, please.”

The sound of her voice pierced through the haze of his grief, and he felt a fresh wave of tears stinging his eyes. It was her—his (Y/N)—and yet, she wasn’t really there. This was a simulacrum, a mere imitation of the vibrant person he loved. He plastered on a smile, forcing himself to believe in the illusion, even as his heart ached with the reality of her absence.

“Of course, I could never be angry with you,” he said, his voice catching in his throat as he stepped closer. He reached out, gently brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear, the familiar motion bringing a warmth to his chest that he had thought lost forever. But as his fingers met her cool, pixelated skin, a rush of sorrow flooded him.

This wasn’t real. She wasn’t real. She was just a ghost, a whisper of what had once been. The weight of his actions crashed over him like a tidal wave; he had trapped her in a prison of his making, and for all his effort, he was still utterly alone.

“Ben, are you okay?” she asked, her eyes wide with concern—so genuine, so achingly familiar. But he could only nod, fighting to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. “I’ll be back soon,” she continued, that same playful smile he had loved so much lighting up her face.

And yet, the more she spoke, the more he felt the chasm of loss stretching between them. Each word was a reminder that no matter how perfect this world was, it could never replace the warmth of her laughter, the touch of her hand, the way she had always known how to pull him out of the darkness.

“Just be careful,” he whispered, his voice breaking, a crack in the facade he had built. She smiled at him, and for a fleeting moment, the ache of his heart softened. But as he gazed into her eyes, he realized the painful truth no matter how many times he played this game, no matter how much he crafted her voice and presence, it would never fill the void left by her absence.

[05-redacted]

Dr. Bright x new employee headcanons?

~°SCP HEADCANNOS•~

So do you want to play tug a war with 682, ring around the rosie with 049, hide and seek with 106, peek a boo with 096 or blind man hide and seek with 173?

Take your time really! Not like you much time left anyways

This motherfucker will try to kill you without you noticing it and then act innocent when he gets interrogate.

"How was I supposed to know that they were gonna get lock up in 682's chamber?" Cue the "innocent" face.

Luckily you'll only get a broken bone since he has been under tight supervision when it comes to new employees.

You will also be getting a ton of pitying looks and when asked about it he will just give you "don't worry about it"

Congratulations if you guys get along I sincerely hope to God you have medical insurance because your now stuck with him and you won't ever get rid of him.

If you hear your name coming out the speaker and you hear shit in the background. You have two choices

You go and (Unintentionally) get in some chaos

Or you could wait to be picked up via shopping cart that runs on a car battery with Kondraki in the steering wheel while Clef shoots an angry 682 and Bright gives you a run down of what's going on.....

Good times!!!

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

hiiiiiii how are you? big fan of your work

i would like to make a request.

modern royal au with prince!bucky who is mean to reader bc of their arranged marriage but she is too sweet and lovely with him

angst angst but maybe fluffy happy ending?

thanks!!! xoxo ❤️❤️❤️

Forgive Me �� Bucky Barnes (AU)

Pairings: Husband/Prince!Bucky Barnes x Wife!Reader

Summary: Bucky has been mean to you because of yours and his arranged marriage, but he comes to realization about the way he’s been treating you and he hopes that you’ll forgive him.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff ending, language, mean!Bucky, arranged marriage, insults, crying, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anonymous person who requested this🩵 also, I imagined Bucky as Jack Benjamin for this. I hope it’s what you imagined🩷

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found it on Pinterest.

“Can you hurry up?” Bucky asks annoyed.

“I don’t know which dress to choose.” You walked out of the closet. “Which one should I wear? The red one or the blue one?” You asked, holding the two dresses in front of you for Bucky to see.

“Does it matter? Just pick one and put it on before we’re late.” He says.

You hummed to yourself and looked at the two dresses.

“I think I’m going to wear this one.” You say, laying the red dress on the bed.

“Great. Now put it on and let’s go.” He says.

You put the blue dress back in the closet and put the red one on. You stood in front of the full body mirror, rubbing your hands over the material to smooth it out.

“I’m ready.” You tell him.

“Finally. Let’s go.” He says.

You and Bucky walk in the building hand in hand, but he shows you no emotion or attention. He smiled at people as you two walked by them.

“I’m gonna find Steve.” Bucky says, pulling his hand out of your hold.

“Ok. I’ll see you later.” You say with a smile, kissing his cheek.

Bucky didn’t say anything. He just walked away, looking for Steve. You went to the bar and got something to drink.

“Y/N!” You heard a familiar voice from behind you.

You turned around to see Bucky’s sister. You smiled and gave her a hug.

“You look absolutely beautiful tonight. Your dress is beautiful as well.” Rebecca compliments.

“Thank you!” You smiled. “You look beautiful too.” You complimented her.

“Where’s my brother?” She asks.

“Talking to Steve.” You tell her.

“Oh.” She frowns. “I thought you’d be by his side tonight.” She says.

“He probably needs some guy time with Steve. He’s been a little grumpy lately.” You tell her.

Bucky glanced at you from the other side of the room. He could tell that you were gossiping with his sister. Every time you and Rebecca see each other, you two catch up with each other. He excused himself from his conversation with Steve and made his way to the other side of the room, where you and Rebecca are.

“Oh hi, James!” Rebecca hugs her brother. “We were just talking about you.” She says.

“I bet you two were. I’m gonna steal my wife from you for a moment.” Bucky says.

Rebecca caught the way Bucky grabbed your arm and pulled you away from the conversation you were having with her. Bucky practically dragged you to an empty hallway.

“I have to make an appearance since I’m the prince and you have to be by my side since you’re my wife.” Bucky explains. “Be on your best behavior.” He says.

“Will do, honey.” You say with a smile.

Bucky cringed when you called him honey, but you didn’t catch it. He held his arm out for you. You linked your arm with his and the two of you walked back out to the main room. Everyone’s attention was turned to you and Bucky. They smiled and applauded the two of you. For the sake of the cameras flashing, Bucky kissed you on the lips. It wasn’t a sweet kiss or anything. There was no spark in it either. It was just a bland kiss with no emotion. People talked to Bucky almost all night. Some people talked to you too, but Bucky did the talking for you before you could open your mouth.

“I had fun tonight.” You say, getting in bed next to your husband.

“Yea.” Bucky says.

“Did you have fun?” You asked.

“Yea.” He says again. “Can we go to bed without playing 20 questions?” He asks, leaning over to shut the lamp off.

You could tell he was tired. He laid down on his back. You laid down next to him, snuggling yourself against his side and laying your head on his chest. He didn’t even wrap his arm around you to hold you.

“Goodnight, sweetie. I love you.” You say softly, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

Bucky didn’t say goodnight to you. He just went to sleep. The next morning, you turned over to wrap your arms around your husband, only to find out that he wasn’t in bed. You lifted your head and looked around the bedroom and pouted. You stretched and rubbed your eyes before getting out of bed to get ready for the day. You smiled when you walked in the living room to see Bucky. You walked up behind the couch, putting your hands on his chest from behind and gave him a cheek.

“You weren’t in bed when I woke up.” You say with a playful pout.

“I’m busy.” Is all he says and moves your hands off of his chest and walked out of the living room.

There was a knock on the door. You opened it and seen Rebecca. You smiled and greeted her with a hug.

“It’s nice to see you again.” You smiled, steeping aside to let her inside. “Do you want some coffee?” You asked her.

“Yes. That would be nice.” Rebecca says with a smile.

You poured two cups of coffee and handed on of them to Rebecca as you sat down at the kitchen table.

“Can I ask you something?” Rebecca asks you.

“Of course. What is it?” You asked, taking a sip of your coffee.

“Why do you let my brother treat you like he did last night?” She asks.

“What do you mean?” You asked confused.

“He’s always mean to you.” She says.

“Bucky isn’t mean to me.” You say with a smile.

“Y/N, I’m your sister in law. You can tell me.” She says.

“I just did, silly.” You say with a giggle.

Little did the two of you know that Bucky was in the hallway listening to your conversation with Rebecca. He scoffed before entering the kitchen.

“Y/N, I need to talk to you. It’s important.” Bucky says.

He grabbed your arm and pulled you up from your seat, not giving you time to excuse yourself from your conversation with Rebecca. He pulled you out in the hallway. Anger was displayed on his face.

“What the hell did you say to my sister?” He asks.

“What do you mean, honey?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion.

“Don’t play dumb. You know exactly what I’m talking about.” His jaw clenches. “You were talking about the way I treat you to Rebecca.” He says.

“No, I-” You got interrupted.

“Don’t even try to make up an excuse. You were blabbing your stupid mouth and now I have to clear up what you said to her.” He says.

He walked away, but stopped in his tracks.

“Just keep your mouth shut before you say something stupid.” He says.

Bucky walked in the kitchen to see a shocked look on his sister’s face. She heard every word he said to you.

“Why do you talk to her like that?” Rebecca asks her brother.

“The way I talk to my wife isn’t your concern.” Bucky says.

“It kinda is. If you and Y/N are having marriage problems, you can tell me.” She says.

“My marriage is none of your concern.” He says.

Rebecca just scoffs, not able to get through to Bucky.

“Y/N is the sweetest person ever and yet you treat her like she’s nothing. You’re always mean to her. I’m surprised that she hasn’t left you yet.” She says.

“I didn’t ask for anything of this! I didn’t want to marry her in the first place.” Bucky shouts.

Little did Bucky know that you were still in the hallway. Your bottom lip quivered and tears started to roll down your cheeks. You ran to yours and Bucky’s shared bedroom and cried in your pillow.

Bucky spent the rest of the day thinking about the way he’s been treating you. He was never really happy about his arranged marriage with you, but he’ll admit that you’re the sweetest person he’s ever met. Guilty filled Bucky. He went to yours and his bedroom to see you in bed and reading a book. He gave you a little more space and got ready for bed. He got in bed next to you.

“Can I talk to you?” Bucky asks, his voice is soft.

You bookmarked the page you’re on in your book and put it on the nightstand before turning your attention to him.

“I’m sorry for the way I’ve been treating you. I guess that I’m not used to being married.” He says.

“I heard what you said, Bucky. You didn’t want to marry me. If that’s how you really feel, then I’ll talk to the lawyers.” You say.

“No.” He moved himself in front of you. “I didn’t mean for you to hear that. I don’t want to lose you. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean a word I said. Please forgive me.” He says in a pleading tone.

You just looked at him without saying anything.

“I’ll do anything to make it up to you.” He starts. “We can go on that tropical vacation you’ve been telling me about.” He says.

You took a moment to think about it. You really do love Bucky and you don’t want to leave him.

“I want a baby.” You tell him.

“We can have a baby.” He says with a smile, leaning in to kiss you.

“I still want to go on that tropical vacation.” You say against his lips.

“We can do both, sweetheart.” He says with a smile.

You two kissed once more before shutting the lights off and got comfortable in bed. For the first time, Bucky wrapped his arms around you and held you close to him.

“I really am sorry.” He says.

“I know you are, sweetie.” You say.

“I love you so much, sweetheart.” He says softly.

“I love you more.” You say in almost a whisper.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[radiant-reid]

300

him in cult episodes >>>>

Summary: Reader recalls something Spencer told her months ago when he’s taken hostage by a cult (based on 14x01)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (angst/fluff)

Content Warning: mentions of most of spencer’s trauma

Word Count: 3.4k

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Everything’s a mess.

Y/n’s used to the BAU lifestyle, and today is not the first day a team member has been abducted. It’s not even the first time that it’s been Spencer’s life in danger. Last time it was a three-month-long nightmare that seemed never ending during his time in prison.

It was different now. After what he said, everything between them changed.

She’s not expecting anyone when Spencer slides open the door to the balcony, and she whips her head around to see him.

It’s late in the evening, and she’s escaped the ground floor of Rossi’s mansion, where everyone’s partying, to a quieter balcony upstairs. Cicadas chirp in the spring night air, and there’s a faint beat of the bass of the music from downstairs. Rossi lives far enough outside of DC that the stars are bright, shimmering in the dark sky.

The balcony has a comfortable outdoor couch and armchair, perfect for sitting there and tuning out the world. She needs to do that. Spencer, her fellow BAU team member and friend, has been out of prison for a month, but the stress hasn’t dissipated completely. If she thinks about it hard enough, she’s back sitting at the round table while Penelope reads over an arrest report from Mexico, feeling completely helpless.

“There she is.” He greets her with a kind smile.

His smiling is something she seriously missed when he was away. “Hey.” She replies.

He holds out her jacket that she’d left downstairs, helping put it on her shoulders. “I thought you might be cold up here.” He explains the thoughtful gesture. “Am I interrupting?”

“No, not at all.” She shakes her head, nodding to the armchair she’s not occupying. “Sit, please.”

He accepts her offer eagerly. Then he follows her eyes out over Rossi’s perfectly maintained yard to the sky. “Wow.” He comments.

She hums at his tone. “I know.” She agrees. “Has everyone else gone home?”

Spencer shakes his head. “No, but they’re onto karaoke.” He informs her, laughing before his following statement. “Very alarming sounds.”

She chuckles slightly. He wouldn’t believe it, but he’s funny. She appreciates their time together more now, having gone without it for three long months.

“They’re missing out on your singing.” She jokes, smirking at him.

It’s mostly in reference to karaoke at The Benjamin all those years ago, where they sang all night long. It seems like a long time ago, and so much has changed, but despite what he’s been through, Spencer’s glow never diminished. He’s still the guy who somehow knew how to deliver a baby when he needed to.

“They don’t need to hear that.” He assures her, chuckling. “Again.”

“I thought it was great.” She admits or teases: she’s not sure which. “A highlight was Bohemian Rapsody.”

He cringes, shaking his head at the foggy memory. “I was hoping by then you’d had enough to drink.”

“Oh, I had.” She assures him, earning a confused look from the genius before she reminds him of something he had happily forgotten. “Hotch videoed that whole night.”

Spencer does something he rarely does then, sharing the feelings in his big brain. “I miss him.”

Y/n does too. She’d never missed someone more than she missed Hotch when Spencer was in prison, knowing that his skills as a prosecutor would have been insanely helpful.

“Me too. I’m happy he’s spending time with Jack, though.” She reminds them why it had been his time to go. “The kid deserves it.”

Spencer agrees, but he doesn’t feel the need to say anything, so they sit there in silence. It’s the most peace he’s felt in a long time.

“Y/n?” He asks, briefly getting her attention when she turns to look at him.

“Mm?” She replies, prompting him to continue.

It’s now or never. He draws in a deep breath, preparing for what he needs to say. There’s been so much weight on his shoulders for the last month, and this confession will lift some of it off. One thing he’s learned since prison is that he needs to say what he feels before it’s too late.

“I think I’m in love with you.” He admits, voice wavering slightly. “I think I was always meant to be in love with you.

There’s a beat of silence. And then another. One more.

She’s taking the information in at a slow processing speed, and the words don’t reach her mouth.

He takes it as his answer. He didn’t tell her expecting anything, like her to love him back, just to feel lighter, which works. “I just- I need you to know that.”

She should kiss him. It’s the right thing to do. Not right as in socially acceptable, but right for herself. In her heart, she’s meant to be with him and now is the perfect opportunity. A literal confession spoken to her. There’s no room to worry about him not returning her feelings and their friendship souring. He’s in love with her, and she can’t reply.

More silence, and he decides that it’s getting awkward. He spirals about making her uncomfortable, so he stands up, walking back to the door. “Good night, Y/n.”

She wills her legs to work, to run after him and catch him on the stairs, eagerly jump into his arms and kiss him like she’s wanted to do since she met him in front of Rossi’s expensive artwork. 

She doesn’t.

It’s what she’s thinking about on the jet. Maybe it’s selfish when everyone else goes over where the cult could have taken him, but she’s replaying that evening. How his hand felt when he grazed her bare shoulder, the sound of his shoes as he shuffled away, and how sweet the air tasted that night compared to the bitter resentment she tasted after she didn’t follow him.

“He told you the truth, huh?” JJ asks, sliding into the seat across from her before she even notices someone’s focus on her.

“You know?” Y/n asks in reply, slightly shocked. Sure, they’re best friends, but she didn’t expect Spencer to be spilling his romantic feelings about a colleague to JJ.

“I’m surprised you didn’t know for so long.” She remarks, met with a confused look from her friend. In her mind, Y/n had assumed Spencer had been in love with her for a few months, maximum. “He’s been in love with you for years.”

Her heart sinks in her chest. Is it wrong for her to feel warm? Knowing Spencer’s out there alone- hurt, from what Penelope said- it seems inappropriate. “He has?” She repeats. 

“Since he met you.” She answers before amending her speech. “Maybe a week or two after.”

So about as long as she had loved him. And she might never get to tell him. 

She can’t help but think about how she might stand over his casket and cry next week, wishing she had told him that night, back when everything was perfect.

JJ sees the panic, how her face goes pale, and she reaches out to touch her friend’s arm. “He’ll be okay.” She promises. She has to have that faith, too, if she’s going to be able to function.

Y/n nods, willing herself to keep it together. “I know. Let’s get him back.”

She must have spent most of the flight before JJ came to sit with her in shock because soon the plane’s landing, and they’re in SUVs driving to the cult’s compound.

Her heart races in her chest, pulse thumping once they arrive, and Emily initiates the infiltration plan. They’ve got to be quick and quiet, knowing the cult will claim Spencer as their 300th victim without being talked down. To them, his being there is a decade in the making. It’s spiritual, and there’s no way they’ll let him go. 

He’s completely tied up onto a structure, standing upright, when she gets a peek at him, his hands strapped by his side, legs tied, and a band wrapped around his head to keep his head in place. It’s very sacrificial with The Messiah and Agent Meadows standing around him. 

He’s bruising, too, red marks around his face that will develop into a deep purple. She can’t see into his mind, but she wonders if he’s formulating an escape plan because he looks like he’s accepted it, conceded defeat, and come to terms with dying. Even from far away, his eyes are watery and his breathing steady, like he’s finally admitted to himself that they’re not coming to save him. 

It’s easily the most terrifying expression she’s seen on anyone’s face. It’s bone-chilling.

They move in quickly, knowing he has seconds, not minutes. Y/n dashes to Spencer with JJ, the cult members around her getting shot or arrested being blocked out of her mind. 

His face softens when he sees her, fingers flexing as she and JJ untie his restraints. When his hands are free, he falls forward onto her, clutching her tightly, one arm over her shoulder, one under. 

It’s the tightest she’s ever been hugged, his grip making her feel like she’s his lifeline and he’s coming back to life. He pants out a breath like he hasn’t breathed since he was tied up. His hands spread out on her back, he buries his chin in her neck, and they rock side to side. 

“Y/n.” Spencer whispers, closing his eyes and focusing on holding her. “You came.”

“Of course.” She replies. “Always. You good?”

“Can I have another minute?” He asks, practically begs. Even if she’s not his, he needs to hold her for a bit longer before he can’t ever again.

She squeezes him tighter, assuring him it’s okay. “Always.” She repeats. 

It feels like it’s just the two of them, despite the chaos behind her. She takes in his cologne and how right it feels to be comforting him. Her feelings for him are much more straightforward in her head than they were that night at Rossi’s. 

His breathing calms down, so it’s not erratic hyperventilating, and he loosens his grip around her, more than ready to get out of there now that he feels alive and whole again. 

She loses him after that, keeping some distance while he hugs everyone else and thanks them in true Spencer fashion. There isn’t an opportunity to talk to him when they’re on the jet home since Emily is. She just sits and watches him, reminding herself that he’s okay.

She can’t stop thinking about his expression from the cult compound when she saw him, how unafraid he looked despite knowing he was about to get sacrificed. Maybe he knew they were there, like something deep inside him told him he’d be okay, but he looked prepared to die.

There are more hugs when they get back to Quantico, Penelope practically unwilling to let him go or out of her sight. The case has to end, and exhaustion falls over them when the adrenaline wears off, despite a new day dawning. 

That night, she runs after him like she should have done at Rossi’s, barely making it to the elevator before the doors shut. 

He looks surprised to see her. “I thought you went home.” He says.

She couldn’t. She’s not sure she’ll be able to leave him in the BAU ever again. “I didn’t.” She reports then immediately feeling like an idiot because that much was obvious.

“Why?” He asks caringly. 

“You were still here.” She admits honestly, looking up at his gentle brown eyes. They’re always more golden in the morning.

“I just had to do a psychological counseling thing.” He explains.

Her eyebrows furrow, confused about why someone would make him do that only hours after he was saved. “This soon?” 

He nods. “Damaged goods.” He says, like it’s his label. And he fully believes it. 

“You’re not.” She firmly tells him, mostly angry the FBI would subject him to something invasive so early.

“Y/n.” He says in a tone that sounds like he’s begging her not to sympathize with him falsely. 

Y/n shakes her head, eyeing him with fiery irises as she dares him to continue speaking negatively of himself. “You saved yourself, Spencer.” She informs him sincerely. “Are you hungry?” She asks.

The change of topic disorients him, but it seems a better conversation than arguing over how much of a mess he is. “Starving.” He answers. He didn’t have much time to think about it, with being abducted by a cult, but he hadn’t eaten since lunch yesterday, if you can call a packet of chips lunch.

“Do you want to get breakfast?” She offers before quickly retracting any implications her suggestion could have. “Unless you just need some time alone or don’t want to hang out with him. I won’t be offended.” She wants to tell him, needs to confess what she should have before, but he’s in such an emotional state that she would hate to take advantage of that.

She couldn’t get further from the truth. Spending time with her, specifically, has always made things easier. “I’d really like that.” He admits, sending her a soft smile. 

They barely speak on the drive into DC. There’s a lot of tension in the air, words left unspoken, but Spencer needs time to look at her. He’s at a point where he knows nothing will happen between them, but there’s still a life he imagines when he needs a quick spike of dopamine. She, and an imagined future between them, is his drug of choice now.

He orders pancakes, copying her, rather than getting his usual meal of eggs, bacon, and toast. He ditches coffee in favor of juice, knowing he’s going home to sleep after breakfast when the rest of the adrenaline wears off. 

No deep conversation gets brought up at breakfast, either. Instead, there’s laughter, and every time she looks up at him, Spencer smiles. 

He’s used to going home alone after any trauma in his life. Even after prison and Mr. Scratch, he returned to an empty apartment. After he was abducted by Tobias Hankel, when he got out of the hospital after getting poisoned by anthrax, and even after he got shot in the neck in Texas after Alex dropped him at home, he was by himself.

It’s better with someone else -he decides while they’re sitting there- because he can not think about it in favor of thinking about her.

He eats like he’s been without food for a week, even getting a refill of juice, although everything he’s been through would make anyone hungry.

And he pays, despite her telling him she would, so she drives him home through the traffic-less streets, thanks to everyone being at work.

He hesitates before he gets out of the car once they arrive at his apartment. “Do you want to come up?” 

She accepts, following him up the stairs. It’s a good time to do it, now that they’re alone and in private. 

His apartment is lighter than when she saw it when she went with Penelope once to water his plants while he was in prison. It’s neater with the curtains open, and he might have added even more books to the impressive collection she previously noticed.

Unsure of how long she’s staying, Y/n takes off her shoes on instinct. Spencer’s not sure why he invited her up other than wanting to spend more time with her, so he’s not sure what to do now that she’s there. 

She speaks before he can offer her water. “Were you scared?” She asks before realizing the insensitivity of her question. She doesn’t want to sound like a shitty Bureau psychologist, just his friend, haunted by a snapshot in her mind of his expression. “I just mean... we were, and Penelope was when she came. JJ was because you’re her best friend. You weren’t even shaking. Sorry I didn’t-”

Spencer cuts her off before she can spiral. “I wasn’t. Not when Penelope was safe.” 

“Why not?” She asks. It makes sense, his wanting to protect Penelope, but she can’t understand why he wasn’t scared when he was moments away from death. She’s thought about it enough without coming up with an answer for it to be necessary to ask. 

“Because, Y/n, what I told you that night at Rossi’s.” Her breathing hitches at the mention of the best, or maybe one of the worst, nights of her life. “If that’s the last proper, non-case-related discussion we have, I’m okay with that. I couldn’t die without you knowing I love you.”

She shakes her head, eyes tearing up at the confirmation of his acceptance of dying. “There’s more for you than that.” She says, hoping he knows it. 

He does. 

He’s got three perfect godsons, he’d love to go back to Paris, he’s always wanted a family, a wife and a big house, there are still books he hasn’t read, there are still sequels being written, there are classes yet to teach and profilers yet to train, there are chess games to win and to lose, and old friends left to see. 

They both know his life isn’t close to be finished. 

“You knowing is what mattered.” He repeats. “Right from when I realized I wasn’t going to get out by myself, I knew it would be okay since you knew.”

“It wouldn’t be okay!” She says a little too loudly, close to crying. “You can’t be okay with that.”

There’s more in her head, and he’s reluctant to push her to find out, but he does. “Why?”

She sighs, feeling small standing there in front of him. “Because if you died, I couldn’t have told you I love you.” She reveals one of her deepest fears that she hadn’t realized until recently. 

“Oh,” Spencer says, jaw going slack. He’s rarely speechless. “Recently or...” It’s the only thing he can think to do: establish a timeline.

“For a long time.” She admits. “I just- I froze that night. I couldn’t say it, but I felt it.” 

He senses the apology that’s about to spill and shakes his head. “It’s okay.” He believes it when he says it and walks closer to hold her hands in front of her. She’s surprised by the contact, but it’s nice, even if his hands are slightly cold.

For a moment, they just stand there, and she admires his gorgeous cheekbones and those honey-colored eyes that make her weak when he looks at her so intensely.

He doesn’t rush his next move. Slowly, he drops her hands and cups her cheeks, smiling softly. Then he leans forward, giving her what she’s been waiting for for a long time. His lips are soft on hers like he’s testing the waters, giving her a chance to pull away before pouring passion into it. She matches his pressure while basking in the glow of kissing Spencer Reid. Spencer Reid, who loves her. 

They share a matching fond look when they pull back. 

Then he’s laughing, and it’s the cutest thing in the world, along with being confusing. The slight, amused frown on her face causes him to explain. “You love me, and I love you.” He says like he can’t believe it. “Wow.”

She knows that reaction from when she had it at Rossi’s, and he looks adorable experiencing it, grinning so hard his face might split. For a long time, he’s wanted to be loved by someone romantically, and now he is. After everything he’s been through, Spencer thought it wouldn’t happen, and for the first time in his life, he’s glad to be wrong.

“What are you doing today?” He asks when he’s collected himself.

“Well, I was going to go home and sleep.” She answers, wondering what he’s going to suggest they do while knowing she could be persuaded into almost anything by him.  

“Sleep here.” He says quickly. “Not like that.” A blush fills his cheeks. “If you want. Then we could go to dinner, lunch, a movie theatre, or the park, wherever you want.” 

She’s nodding before he finishes. He could ask her out on a date to watch paint drying in his spare bedroom, and she would eagerly accept. “Yes.”

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Benjamin NSFW alphabet

A=Aftercare

Aftercare is absolutely important for him,he wants to make sure everything is alright and if you are fine or hurt.He will praise how good you did and how good you are for him.Kisses on the forehead are a must and you can be sure he will be cuddling you for the rest of the night.

B=Body part

His favourite body part of himself are his hands,he is incredibly good with his fingers and can make you cum in seconds with his vampire speed.

He doesnt have a favourite body part of you,he adores everything about you and your body.

C=Cum

He loves when you cum in his mouth,he loves the flavour of your cum and will savor every part of it.

However he loves cumming inside of you,only if you are fine with that of course,but he loves the feeling of his cold cum and your warm one,that mix of emotions drives him crazy.

D=Dirty secret

OK...

His dirty secret is that he lowkey wants to make love to you in that kind of pool he has to practice his power,the feeling of getting catch by someone,that risk,he loves that

E=Experience

Surprisingly he doesnt have that much experience,but he learns quickly what you like and what you dont,he knows your weak points and where to touch to make you finish.

F=Favourite position

Missionary,he wants to see your face,your reactions to what he does to you,however he will every now and then he loves to try the doggy position,see your ass and spank it.

G=Goofy

He is goofy,he love to make you laugh during sex,he loves your smile and will make jokes to make the experience more...unforgettable

H=Hair

He doesn't have much hair.He keeps himself well groomed,however if you have hair he doesnt mind at all,i mean,its jut hair,right?

I=Intimacy

Soft but passionate,he is very kind to you and wont make anything that can hurt you,but he is a very passional person

J=Jack off

He does and its not embarrassed about it,for him its a normal thing.

K=Kink

Squirt,he loves when he makes you do it,he will enjoy the feeling of seeing you that vulnerable

L=Location

I mean...everywhere,what can i say?he loves to take risks

M=Motivation

Everything that you do its a turn on for him,even if you just smile,he will get turned on.But he absolutely adore when you take him by the neck,he will loose control

N=No

Hurting you,in any way.

O=Oral

Loves when u gives it to him,loves the feeling of your warm mouth around him.

Also loves giving you,his tongue feeling so good around your folds making you scream.

P=Pace

He is slow and soft,don't like being rude,if you ask him he might be but he is just so scared of hurting you or make any bruises to you

Q=Quickie

Loves them,even more if its in a public place

R=Risk

He loves when you two are about to get caught,however he makes sure to not get it

S=Stamina

He could last forever but if u are human it would depends on how are you feeling,2-3 rounds.

T=Toy

Didn't even known the existence of those,but when you tell him about them he will want to try everything

U=Unfair

He is a teaser,will tease you until you beg for him

V=Volume

He is a little loud...And will love to make you scream

W=Wild card

Watching your boobs going up and down as you ride him,he goes crazy

X=X-ray

Around 20cm,he is big

Y=Yearning

Very high sex drive,he loves to have sex with you,however he will respect your boundaries

Z=ZZZ

Puts you closer to his cold chest whispering sweet nothings to you,helping you fall asleep,gently massaging your back.

[oncasette]

all the boys i’ve loved before

i saw this on tiktok and thought it was cute omg. this is just off the top of my head but <3

A. adrien chase. andrew neiman. alfie solomons. adrian ivashkov.

B. barry allen. bruce wayne. bradley bradshaw. benny miller. benjamin barry.

C. charlie dalton. clark kent. cameron frye. carlisle cullen.

D. daniel larusso. darry curtis. draco malfoy. druig. din djarin. dean di laurentis. duke orsino.

E. eddie munson. eddie brock. eric northman.

F. finnick odair. finn hudson. frankie morales. ferris bueller. fred weasley. frank castle.

G. george weasley. garrett graham.

H. harry potter. hunter davenport.

I.

J. johnny lawrence. javier peña. jj maybank. jason dean. james potter. jack daniels. jim hopper. jake seresin. jesse swanson. johnny castle.

K. knox overstreet. kai parker.

L. luke skywalker. luke castellan.

M. marcus pike. matt murdock.

N. nick bradshaw.

O. oliver wood. obi-wan kenobi.

P. peeta mellark. phil wenneck. peter parker. peter quill. peter hayes. poor heyward. pacey witter. percy jackson.

Q.

R. ronald miller. rafe cameron. rick flag. regulus black. remus lupin. ron weasley. rodrick heffley.

S. stiles stilinski. stuart twombly. steven meeks. sirius black. scott lang. steven strange. steve rogers. seth cohen. stu macher.

T. thomas. topper thornton. theseus scamander. thomas shelby.

U.

V. vinny pazienza.

W. willard hewitt. walt finnegan.

X.

Y.

Z. zemo. zed necrodopolis.

tagging @fleurfairie @lucasnclair @forourmoons @dameronscopilot & anyone that wants to participate!!

[identity-library]

Mental Health (TV Shows)

A:

Alladin (1994)

Mechanicles (Low Vision)

B:

Big City Greens (2018)

Alice Green (Phobia - Snakes)

C:

Chicago Med (2015)

Jason Wheeler (Addiction - Alcohol/Drugs, Suicidal Ideation)

D:

Dead End: Paranormal Park (2022)

Barney Guttman (Abuse)

Norma Khan (Anxiety)

Dirty God (2019)

Jade (Abuse)

Doom Patrol (2019)

Kay Challis/Crazy Jane (Abuse, DID)

E:

Empire (2015)

Andre Lyon (Bipolar Disorder)

ER (1994)

John Carter (Addiction - Drugs)

Euphoria (2019)

Jules Vaughn (Depression)

F:

G:

Get Ed (2005)

Loogie (Dissociative Identity Disorder)

Glee (2009)

Emma Pillsbury (OCD)

Grey's Anatomy (2005)

Amelia Shepherd (Addiction - Drugs)

Andrew DeLuca (Bipolar Disorder)

Charlotte King (Addiction - Drugs)

Jo Wilson (Depression, PTSD)

Miranda Bailey (OCD)

Owen Hunt (PTSD)

Richard Webber (Addiction - Alcohol)

H:

Happy Tree Friends (1999)

Flippy (PTSD)

Petunia (OCD, Phobia - Germs)

Hazbin Hotel (2024)

Angel Dust (Addiction - Drugs)

House (2004)

Gregory House (Addiction - Drugs)

I:

Inside Job (2021)

Andre Lee (Addiction, Anxiety, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder)

Reagan Ridley (Trauma)

J:

Jessica Jones (2015)

Jessica Jones (Addiction - Alcohol, PTSD)

K:

L:

Lilo & Stitch: The Series (2003)

Clyde (Kleptomania)

M:

M*A*S*H (1972)

Benjamin-Frankling "Hawkeye" Pierce (Claustrophobia)

Mom (2013)

Bonnie Plunkett (Addiction - Alcohol/Drugs)

Christy Plunkett (Addiction - Alcohol/Gambling)

Marjorie Armstrong (Addiction - Alcohol)

Ray Stabler (Addiction - Drugs)

Regina Tompkins (Addiction - Drugs)

Moon Knight (2022)

Marc Spector/Moon Knight (Autistic, Dissociative Identity Disorder)

N:

NCIS: Los Angeles (2009)

Alex Kilbride (Addiction - Substances, Depression)

NCIS: New Orleans (2014)

Patton Plame (Addiction - Gambling)

New Amsterdam (2018)

Lauren Bloom (Addiction - Drugs)

New Girl (2011)

Ernie "Coach" Tagliaboo (Phobia - Boats)

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Station 19 (2018)

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Mike (Dissociative Identity Disorder)

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A-Z Alphabet Fic Series

This is a series I will be planning for September, probably not posted every day just some days throughout that month. Here are the players I have picked out, there are some empty spaces still. A - Andy Robertson B - Benjamin Pavard C - Christian Pulisic D - Darwin Nunez E - Eric Dier F - Joao Felix G - Antoine Griezmann H - Mats Hummels I - J - Jack Grealish K - Kostas Tsmikas L - Leon Goretzka M - Emi Martinez N - Reiss Nelson O - Martin Odegaard P - Pablo Torre Q - R - Reece James S - Son Heung Min T - Kieran Tierney U - V - W - Timo Werner X Y Z - Nicolo Zaniolo

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180+ Cute Baby Boy Names

Brainstorming baby names can be one of the most fun (and important) aspects of planning for the arrival of your little one, but it can also feel really overwhelming. If you don't have certain requirements, like wanting a name that runs in the family, the possibilities can seem endless. Our names are the first thing tied to our identities, and we know how daunting that sounds - so we're here to ease you of any stress you have on your hunt for cute baby boy names. Choosing a cute boy name that will be equally fitting for an adorable infant and the adult he grows into can be a challenge, which is why we compiled this list of cute, unique boy names. You're sure to find an option that flow well with your last name or other kids' names among the cute names for boys we rounded up here. You might even find two that you like to help you out with a middle name option. (Oh, and if you want options for cute girls' names, we have you covered for that too, with our list of cute girl names.) Cute Names For Boys A Abe, Addison, Adrian, Aiden, Amir, Amos, Ansel, Archie, Ari, Arlo, Asher, Atticus, August, Austin, Avery, Axel B Beau, Beckett, Bentley, Benicio, Benito, Benjamin, Billy, Bishop, Blake, Bodhi, Briggs, Brody, Brooks C Caleb, Campbell, Carter, Caspian, Charlie, Cody, Colby, Cole, Colton, Cooper, Crew, Crosby, Cruz D Dallas, Dash, Dawson, Dax, Deacon, Declan, Diego, Dillan, Donovan, Dorian, Duke, Dustin, Dylan E Easton, Eden, Eli, Elias, Elliott, Emerson, Emmett, Ender, Enrique, Enzo, Everest, Ewan, Ezra F Felipe, Finley, Finn, Fletcher, Ford, Frankie G Gabriel, Gage, Gavin, Graham, Grant, Gray, Greyson, Griffin, Gus Related: 117 Unique Names For Girls That Are Both Rare and Timeless H Harley, Henry, Hudson, Hugh, Hurley I Ian, Idris, Ira, Isaac, Isaiah J Jacob, Jack, Jaime, Jasper, Jaxon, Jayden, Jett, Jude, Julian K Kai, Khalil, Kingsley, Knox L Larkin, Leo, Liam, Logan, Luke M Mason, Maverick, Max, Memphis, Miles, Milo, Morris N Nate, Neo, Nico, Noah, Noe, Nolan O Oden, Oliver, Omari, Oscar, Otis, Owen P Percy, Peyton, Phoenix, Pierce, Porter Q Quest, Quentin, Quincy, Quinn Related: 50 Adorable and Meaningful Names For Baby Boys in 2022 R Remy, Rein, Rhett, Rhys, Roman, Ronin, Rowan, Ryan, Ryder S Samuel, Sawyer, Santiago, Sebastian, Shane, Silas T Tate, Theodore, Titan, Tobias, Toby, Trenton U Uri, Uriah, Uriel, Ulysses, Usher, Uwe V Valentino, Van, Virgil W Walker, Wesley, Wren, Wrenynn, Wyatt X Xander, Xavi, Xavier Y Yasir, Yates, Yonah, York, Yunis, Yuri Z Zachary, Zaiden, Zander, Zane https://www.popsugar.com/family/Cute-Boy-Names-43713664?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr

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Jack Benjamin Masterlist

One Shots / Drabbles

• coming soon

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Monsters under your bed (Jack Benjamin) (Pt. 2)

PART 1

Characters: Bi!Jack Benjamin x Maid!Fem!You

Summary: You are carrying an heir of Gilboa. Everything was all planned by Jack, yet getting your heart involved too much wasn't your intention that you could surpass your dead step-brother's love for the prince himself. Challenges may come that could even get the Queen of Gilboa involved between you both, or maybe she had been the player all along?

Warning: ANGST. Homophobic mother. This could make your blood boil for you and Jack. I do not know how the royal monarchy works except for those kdramas that I watch (and I know it is very much different from the western type of royalty) but I hope I give justice to this because I've watched his parts and I have wikipedia as reference? Jack can be quite one manipulative son of a gun here! Probably non/con as well if you squint at it closely? 

Words: 2,450+ This is long! Prepare for it! Especially the angst and sadness!

A/N: (READ PART 1 OF 'Monsters under your bed'!) I'm in a Jack Benjamin thirst! You want Jack? I'll give y'all Jack! He deserves more loveeee yo! 

Disclaimer: GIF'S and pictures used are not mine. Only the edits are and the oneshot of course. 😉 Credits to the owners of the GIFS. PLEASE DO NOT PLAGIARIZE MY WORKS! Thank you!

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THE SMELL OF ROYALTY AND PROSPERITY DANCED AROUND THE PALACE'S FUNCTION ROOM. Fabricated smiles and swindling minds of people who held power stood on the palace grounds as prince and princesses came sauntering in with grace and pompousness. The air became quite thick as the party started as the soon-to-be-queen entered the function room with tainted innocence plastered on her face, holding Prince Jack's elbow as she looked at him like she was madly in love.

Though, that wasn't the case. They both needed the power. She needed Jack to be the righteous king and Jack had that in mind as well.

They finally shared such a sweet kiss to the media who had been harassing them with pictures which seemed to only be a part of your imaginations because servants weren't allowed to step foot in the party as requested by King Silas. You were just one of the palace's chamber maids and you've dreamt of dressing up in a beautiful silver gown just like what Kristina has been wearing since the start of their engagement party.

It was Jack's engagement party and you've never felt more wrathful then ever. Your mind was in a berserk as the day finally came. You knew it was coming, you knew it was inevitable from the start and having the royalty in becoming Jack's wife will never be yours. All the title you had was a lowly maid of his and having his heart will never happen because it has not been yours from the start.

Since the death of your step-brother, you had no family besides Jack. You have been alone in the palace and had no one to save you, no knight in shining armor to save you from a palace where revenge takes place or a fight over the power they hoped to have.

Yet, your step-brother even had the audacity to leave such baggage as to having Jack around 24/7. Never even thinking you would eventually fall for his antics.

Unluckily getting your heart involved in it without even thinking that he probably only see you as a pawn to his plan in getting the throne.

Jack had been ineffable in terms of decisions. His plans could get people to think that it wasn't actually his doing. From the day your step-brother died, he was indescribable, difficult to read and see through his soulful eyes unlike before. He was a freaking time-bomb that even the littlest things would began to irritate him.

You were walking through the hall, strolling past the function room and up towards the magnifescent carpeted stairs, taking a flight to the palace's library until somebody had to grab your wrist, spinning you around till you were caged in between the arms of the man who has you wrapped around his fingers, including the peaceful life of leaving the palace never succeeded because of his ignoble decisions for you.

"Why does it feel like you only want to escape from me?" Jack seethed through gritted teeth. Jaw tight and tense from the idea of ignoring him and planning to escape from his shadows since the past few weeks.

Especially now that you officially had a living person inside of you due to heedless reasons.

"Because you did this to me! You ruined my life, Jack!" You barked back, never minding the echo dancing around the empty hall. His grip around your wrists grew tighter, and you knew you heard him emit a feral growl beneath his chest while you scramble to take his hold off you.

"I only did that..I only did that--" he stuttered, promptly glancing down the red, carpeted floors before intently staring into your defeated eyes. "You did what? You planned this didn't you? For what selfish purpose, your majesty?!"

"I did it to keep you by my side!" Jack answered back, his voice in a hush. "--I didn't want to lose you too, so I did it!" he throttled like he was beginning to be in tears. Jack gazed into your clouded vision, your soul was ready to kneel before the royalty in front of you as if you had no right to object but to kneel before the prince. You definitely had no right, because he was royalty and you were nothing.

"But, it was with consent, Y/N!" he continued like saying it would make you support his plans. "I've told you the night before! All of my plans!"

Your heart was starting to feel numb, it was starting to feel tight and suffocating and the wrath flowing inside your veins became tears that were finally unconfined around your eyes, falling down towards your face like a fallen star whom had never gotten a simple girl's wishes. "But that didn't involve myself in becoming your concubine!"

"I knew you were going to leave," he barked back, the Jack you know finally becoming a vengeful person who wanted nothing but power. "I can sense it," Pause. "So, I created a plan to cease you before it even happens,"

The hall was eerie as two hearts were in a battle. One who held nothing but an invalidated soul trapped inside a body who held his true self to the public, and the other was a generous heart who never contemplated on giving the heart she preciously held dear with open arms.

"I hate you," Wrong. You whispered darkly. Voice trembling with the need to lash out on him but you never did. "W-what?"

He was sure he didn't heard you right. Jack knew how you felt about him, and those words were utter lies. The man just knew it deep inside because of that certain night with him which seemed to be a mistake.

"I hate you, I never wanted to get involved in your monarchy,"

"But, I love you--" He didn't. You knew he was lying or maybe not? Though, his actions tells otherwise because if he did love you, he wouldn't have knocked you up when he got a fiancè to marry. It would just make you a paramour who held an heir of a prince who was soon to be king.

A paramour, only a paramour and not a queen.

"Lies," you spat back with much ferocity, sobbing a little before trying hard to stop the tears from falling. You could feel his fingers softly grabbing your chin, kind of almost convincing that he actually cared for your feelings and you knew you were close to breaking apart in his presence.

Jack made you look into his hypnotizing blue eyes, a soul which seemed to be locked up for his mother's wishes. "You're only saying that because I've been the person you've depended on whenever you had your triggers," you slapped his deceiving fingers away from your face, completely feeble as you slightly pushed him away before he could have you surrendering before him for the hundredth time.

Finally, you've managed to talk your heart out to him. The painful reality slipping past your lips like it was bane to your love for Jack Benjamin. Silently praying to the heavens or specifically to your brother up in the sky and saying your apologies for loving his boyfriend a little too much than he does.

Your knees were trembling and so was your untainted heart which is the purest out of all in the palace. But, you were slowly starting to become tainted, your heart was slowly becoming one just like his. The stigma of having such a royal baby inside of you will never give you a peaceful life.

Hence, having your feelings not be reciprocated needed retribution and also for your brother who have committed suicide because of the prince.

"You only want me because I could keep you balanced and in-check," you added, taking deep breaths and trying to keep your mind straight, "Or probably because I am Joseph's step sister," Jack had kept his mouth sealed in a straight line. Probably because all you said was true and so you thought.

You weakly took a step forward, in an arms reach before Jack whom had nothing to say after all the things that was bubbling up his mind, trying to understand what was going on. The game that you both had been keeping up, those cat and mice kind of games that kept him furious and tetchy was finally coming to an end.

One knee falling and therefore the other fell as well. You succumbed to his majesty, an act that could have Jack clapping for his succession, yet the sound of your defeated voice like you had no other choice deeply broke his heart. Even though, his expression seemed insensate.

"--And that I remind you of him," you continued, whispering to yourself and harshly wiping your tears away before Jack could even kneel in front of you and wipe your tears instead. He ceased his actions in wiping your tears away, seeming to see you do it faster than he does.

"Your majesty, ruin me."

All Jack saw was a soul that he did not manage to take care of, Joseph was probably disappointed of what he just did towards his baby step-sister whom he treasured so much and here he was, ruining the heart of his step-sister just like how he ruined Joseph's.

"--For all I care, ruin me just like how you ruined my brother's heart. I don't care, Jack. I already know I'm ruined before you even become king,"

You peered up into his hazy, reddish eyes. Watching you break down on his feet was shameful in his part. How did it even end up like this? How did he end up like this? "As long as this child I am holding dear will soon become the prince or princess of Gilboa--," you seethed through trembling, chapped lips. The need to have your child to never be invalidated or out of the picture will become your number one priority, despite of how it sounded like you had a motive but it was a motive that will benefit you in the future.

A future that held too many rough destinies for the both of you.

"--And I will be by your side, even though I am only your concubine which will never be the same degree as the queen," Another tear fell as if the dignity you've been holding up high was now falling down like leaves of trees from the autumn wind, "I will accept your wishes, your highness."

Jack felt his heart sinking as the image of you kneeling before him like you were inferior was making his blood boil for himself. Why did he ended up having you to act like this? Was he too much of a simpleton to follow his mother's words? Every plan he made was everyone's doing. It was everybody's manipulation.

It even got to the idea of throwing you away because a fool once said that you and your child would be a hindrance just like how Joshua was and it didn't end up that well because all he got back was his death.

The clung of a woman's heels came echoing closer, stopping beside you was a high-end black heeled shoes and your eyes were ready to pop out of your eye sockets because somebody had to see you look lowly in front of the prince, mentally ruining your integrity around the palace.

"That's good to hear, Y/N." Queen Rose Benjamin muttered as a matter of fact, stopping her son from kneeling on the ground in level with you because some people were watching like an audience, and it wasn't just any ordinary audiences because they were people who Jack knew by heart. "--because you never suit being the queen," she continued as she loomed above you like a hawk watching its prey.

"--Having the suicidal blood of a boy whom my son has ever loved will never suit royalty," She said with utter spite, her eyebrows in a twist. "It even got to the point that my own son began to make such rebellious decisions and closeted mistakes because of your disgraceful step-brother," The queen lowered her voice down till you and Jack could only hear her. She tightened her hold around her son's arm, signalling him that she never knew Y/N was now bearing a child of royalty. Jack's child.

"Jack, sweetheart?" she called, breaking Jack's hazy, bombarded head as he looked empty and defeated just like you. He was just like a chess piece that his mother controls, and he had been getting tired of it. Though, he never did notice that he have been using you like how his mother does to him as well. You were both just victims, yet Jack could become a hero if he wanted to clean his name in vain, unlike you.

"You never did learn," His mother spat back, roughly spinning her son just to slap him out of his senses, surprising you to say the least as you immediately grabbed Jack's pant sleeve once you saw his mother slap him out loud.

Jack could not do anything but tighten his jaw. She was his mother after all. All he could do was tighten his fists on his side, wanting nothing but to pick you up and never let his mother touch you because you held his very own heir.

Though, that didn't happen because he was too late to react as the queen discourteously kicked your hold away from Jack's leg, making your stumble a little on the ground. Both palms on the carpeted floor like the servant you were.

"Now, I would want you to kiss the ground he walks on and follow my son's wishes, Y/N."

So, you did despite of his family and even King Silas who have been watching you both from afar. A thought bubbling inside the king's mind as if history repeated itself because of what Jack has just committed.

"Because that's all you'll ever be. A mere, pathetic Proletariat; more so much lower than your suicidal step-brother,"

THIS..THIS..I DON’T KNOW WHY AND HOW I DID THIS. Why did I even write this? It’s so...painful! 😥😥 FEEDBACKS ARE VERY MCUH APPRECIATED, TATER TOTS! 

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A Hapless Endearment [Creepypasta x F. Reader]

Chapter 5- Shatter Me

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"So you used to come here a lot, then?"

"All the time. I guess it was just the perfect place to... hang out, and not be disturbed." She shrugs, her feet dangling past the large tree branch as she gazes down idly into the wide body of water below the two of them. Its surface is glistening with sunlight, and she imagines schools of fish, small turtles, and fresh tadpoles to be swimming underneath. She had forgotten just how peaceful it was here, completely away from society, where it allows her to be alone with her thoughts.

"That's understandable. It is a nice area. Really quiet." He leans his back against the trunk of the tree, his eyes shifting up to the sky currently overcast by fluffy clouds and keeping half of his concentration directed at his task. "You liked solitude, then."

"What do you mean?" She glances at him curiously, and he meets her eyes for a short moment.

"You came here alone all the time, right? So you must've liked solitude."

"Oh, well, I mean—" She shakes her head, trying to collect her words and say them in a sensible manner. "No, I didn't come alone all the time. Mostly, I had Wyatt... with me..." Her voice lowers the more she talks, and she feels a wave of grief wash over her, once again. She knows she won't be able to successfully hide her emotions, so she turns her head away and tries to compose herself. There's a few seconds of silence before Jack speaks.

"...Wyatt?" There's a sense of recognition in his tone, and she curls her knees up and into her chest instinctively, holding back a tear. "Wyatt... Colson?" Her eyes dart to him, her expression molding into one of consternation.

"...How did you know that?" It doesn't cross her mind that murder and a disappearance draws attention from all places, and that word spreads fast. She also doesn't realize that he, among others, have been keeping tabs on mysterious and abrupt events such as that one, and he knows the names by heart.

"Uh, w-well," He replaces his startled expression with one of veracity and oblivion. "he was the guy that went missing, right? Heard it from... my mom." He seems unsure, and she furrows her eyebrows though doesn't comment on it. There are more important things to fret over.

"Yeah..." The word comes out as a mere whisper as her eyes avert down to her hands. "I guess... I guess he is."

"You were close?" he asks, leaning forward slightly. She brushes a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Um, y-yeah, I mean... he was my cousin."

"Oh..." His gaze softens as he absentmindedly fiddles with a loose thread hanging from his hoodie, tilting his head to the side. "That's unfortunate... sorry." A forlorn sigh travels from between her lips before she can stop it, and she shakes her head lightly.

"Yeah, well... there's nothing you can do about it. Things happen."

"If it makes you feel any better, I lost my dad when I was just a kid." Her eyes move up to meet his curiously, and he glances down at his hands. "Car accident. It really crushed my mom, I don't think she ever got over it." Sympathy shines within her eyes, and she replies.

"Wow. I'm sorry."

"Eh, don't be. It was a long time ago, I hardly even remember the guy." Changing the subject, he leans toward her and asks another question. " Do you have any other family down here?"

"Besides my grandparents? No." A serene breath flows out of her nose as she watches the leaves in the trees rustle and feels the breeze glide through her hair, giving her an inkling of solace. "I used to have a couple of friends that I played with sometimes. Don't know where they went, though."

He nods in understanding, squinting his eyes as the sun's bright beam reflects off of the water and hits him straight in the face, screwing with his whacky sight. Perhaps this isn't the best place to be sitting at the moment. She turns her head to look at him once again, though parts her lips in concern and narrows her eyes. "Uh... you okay?" When she receives a slightly confused expression, she clarifies, growing perplexed. "Your nose? It's bleeding."

Only then does he feel the warm, sticky substance drip down slowly until it reaches his lip, and he lifts the back of his hand up to wipe it away, unintentionally smearing it across his skin. "Oh, yeah, um." He uses his sleeve to get the rest of it off his face, though it proves fruitless when even more of the liquid crimson continues to run out of his nose. "This is— I mean, it's normal."

She furrows her eyebrows suspiciously, taking notice of the sudden nervousness present in his voice. "Really? It looks kinda..."

"No, no, it's fine." He takes a Kleenex out of his pocket and presses it to his nostril in an effort to slow the bleeding as he considers the height of the tree the both of them are sat in. "But... I should get going, before my mom, uh... worries." He twists his body around until his foot is securely settled on a tree branch to his right, and he begins to climb down.

"Uh, yeah... okay." She watches him skillfully maneuver from tree branch to tree branch, never missing a beat and moving at a pace faster than she could ever dream of. She hadn't observed his actions when he first followed her up the tree, too busy focusing on not slipping and breaking her neck. Now that she's paying attention, she finds herself intrigued. "You're pretty good at that. Were there trees where you come from?" It's a bit of a strangely-worded question, though she figures it gets the point across well enough.

He jumps to the ground and looks up at her, shrugging and once again being pressured to wipe the blood away from his face. "There was a really nice one a while back, but lightning hit and destroyed it during a storm." She hums in response, realizing that he likely can't hear it from the ground due to the distance between the two of them. A faint buzzing sound erupts through her ears, and she swats at the air, her first guess being that a fly or bee found its way to her and decided to test her patience.

"You can find your way back, right?" She raises her voice, hoping that he's able to understand her. Thankfully, he nods in confirmation.

"Yeah, I'm good." The buzzing continuously grows louder, and as a result, she jerks her head from side to side, trying to get a look at whatever pesky insect decided to torment her and put a stop to it, but she fails to see anything. "Can you find your way back?" She runs a hand through her hair to see if there's something nestled inside, though to her relief, doesn't find anything.

"Nah, I came all the way out here without knowing where I was going." He releases a light chuckle, noticing her sudden change in behavior and craning his neck farther back to get a better look at her.

"Something wrong?" The buzzing only grows louder, and it becomes more difficult to hear what he's saying clearly, though she manages and presses a hand to her ear.

"I-I think it's just a bug or somethin'." As the obnoxious noise increases, a headache presents itself, and she taps her temple with the heel of her hand to get a handle on what she's hearing. At the same time, Jack's chest starts to tingle with a familiar ominous feeling and his gaze falls to the trees around him, searching for the source frantically as apprehension dawns on his face.

Thinking now would be an acceptable time to get out of the tree before she ends up falling into the water, she carefully scoots toward the trunk, hoping the sound will dissipate if she gets away from whatever's nest she mistakenly disturbed. She glances down at Jack, her vision becoming strained for unknown reasons, and lets out a startled gasp at what she sees.

His skin seems to have darkened to an unnatural tone, looking more like an ashen grey than the pale ivory that it was previously, and in place of his eyes are black, endless sockets with some type of thick substance that steadily leaks down his cheeks.

It's an alarming sight indeed, but before she can say anything about it, her vision becomes clearer and she notices that he looks just like himself, again. That was... weird. She grasps a branch, still attempting to clear the headache and unpleasant buzzing as she cautiously makes her own way down the tall tree. I must be going crazy.

Her sight is obscured once again, making her blink to try and rid herself of the blurriness. She shakes her head as the buzzing turns from bearable to unexplainably harsh, greatly disorienting her as a wave of dizziness strikes her body. Her grip tightens around the branches that are currently supporting her weight, and she leans into the tree, not willing to move and risk falling to the ground below.

"Jack... how many feet would you say I had to brave before I reach the bottom?" She only asks because she fears looking down would cause her to lose her balance. Through the thick droning, she hears only silence. Maybe he didn't hear me. "Jack?" She makes a point to speak louder to ensure that she's discerned, but still, he doesn't respond, and she bites her lip nervously. Don't tell me he left. "Jack?"

"Y-yeah, no, you're not far. Could probably jump if you wanted." Tension is released from her chest, and she wills her body to calm down. She doesn't catch how his voice wavers anxiously as he knots his eyebrows together, not looking away from the forest and what it may hold within.

She lets out a breath that she means to reassure her, though it only makes her hands shake as she every so slowly descends further down, her feet staying locked on whichever branches she blindly steps on to act as her support system. Hey, this isn't so bad. Just take it slow... and you'll be down in no time. It's a piece of cake.

But she thinks too soon, for not three seconds later, an invisible force latches itself around her shoulders, and before she can even react, she's being pushed away from the tree. Her fingers untangle themselves and her feet lose their place, shock traveling through her mind and making her briefly paralyzed. She feels her heart skip a beat as her breathing momentarily stops, eyes snapping shut and brain in a frenzy. All she can think about is hitting the ground. Smashing her head on a rock. Breaking her arm. Twisting her leg. A stick being stabbed through her back and impaling her.

The outcomes seem endless as gravity forces her body closer and closer to the ground, but instead of dying and going to heaven, she feels strong arms loop themselves under her own, not stopping her legs from colliding rather hard with the ground but cradling her torso and cushioning her head with a sturdy chest.

Her heart still runs what feels like a thousand beats per second, and the world around her slowly starts moving again. Her mind is able to comprehend what happened fairly quickly, and she cracks her eyes open, gaze moving up and landing on Jack's face, sunlight from above darkening the edges and making it seem as if he's glowing a bright yellow. She expects him to look startled, if not slightly amused, but is taken off-guard when she instead sees that a concerned, distraught expression is etched across his admittedly handsome features.

She feels something wet drip onto her cheek, just below her eye, and assumes it to be some of the blood from his nose, therefore doesn't make it her first priority to wipe it away for fear of seeming rude. His eyes nervously shift around the two of them as he hurriedly pulls her to her feet, keeping a hand on her shoulder until she's stable. Her hand grips the tree trunk as her body is hit by another overwhelming dizzy spell, content that the buzzing in her ears has stilled and mentally praying that the headache will go away.

"You okay?" She rubs the side of her head gently, trying to soothe the pain and nods.

"I think so. Thanks, Jack." With that same hand, she discreetly swipes it along her cheek, removing the blood that was oozing without much thought and glancing down at it. What she sees confuses her, and she brings her hand closer to her face to get a better look. What is now smeared across her skin is a rich, tar-like solidity, similar to what she 'saw' coming out of his eyes, or lack thereof. But that isn't possible. Maybe it's just such a deep scarlet that causes it to look unusually dark.

Feeling a bit disgusted but more so befuddled, she wipes it on the tree and gets the majority off of her hand. Who bleeds black blood? She knows for a fact that the liquid coming from his nose before looked thin and was a bright red, so what changed about it? Perhaps it's only her perception; after all, she isn't exactly in the best shape right now, mentally or physically. So she turns to ask him about that very thing, only to blink in surprise when she finds he isn't there.

She takes a couple of unsteady strides forward to see if he's hiding behind a tree, or somehow blending in incredibly well, though she isn't successful. "Jack?" She glances around, toward the trail they followed to get here, but again, she's unable to see him anywhere. "Jack!" A feeling of urgency fills her heart, urgency about what though, she hasn't a clue. He was about to leave, but she expected a goodbye of sorts, not a sudden disappearance. Besides, she would have heard him leave, right? He was just right behind her. Where could he have gone so quickly? "Jack, is this a prank?"

A brief cough exits her mouth, but she doesn't pay it any mind, too focused on finding the boy. She stumbles toward the path, bending over and rinsing the goop off of her hand in the river water beside her but being careful not to topple over into it. Another cough, this one more forced, and she clutches at her head to ease the pain each one brings. Looking down the length of the path, she sees nobody, which greatly confuses her.

"Jack! Seriously, are you hiding?" A moment later she presses her mouth into her arm to conceal the strained coughs that now steadily erupt from within and tries to catch her breath. "Jack—" This time she's cut off as another violent hack comes from her throat, leaving it scratchy and her desperate. She doubles over and shuts her eyes tightly, bearing the turmoil that her body is suddenly putting her through for unknown reasons.

Her stomach grows queasy and her head throbs, stressed tears brimming her eyes as the coughs only worsen after each second. Before she can even grasp what's happening, her legs collapse and she falls straight to the grassy terrain below, fighting for any breath of oxygen that she can possibly get only to come up empty every time. The tears now fall, streaming across the bridge of her nose all the way down to the tip before dropping.

Her fingers withdraw and clutch handfuls of dirt as her body shakes vigorously, though not from fear, merely from distress. Her mind is in a haze of agony, making her hyper-focus on one thing only; breathing. She feels as if her organs have become detached and are going to spew from her mouth any second, and a fierce burning sensation in her lungs makes her gag as stomach acid arises, dribbling down her lip. Her hacking is combined with pained sobbing, her condition only getting more gut-wrenching the longer it continues, all the while that same unpleasant buzzing never quiets and abuses her ears with its shrill pitch.

Her stomach convulses and sends half-digested food up through her body, and consequently, she retches and it gets spit right below her face. The discomfort fogging her mind begins to dissipate, and the hacking she was forced to suffer through comes to an abrupt stop, finally allowing her to suck in a deep breath of air that her body has been struggling to grasp. A few more light coughs come out of her mouth, and she rolls on her side, trying to recover as she gasps for much-needed oxygen.

Her muscles loosen themselves in relief, and she lets out a quiet cry, a mixture of both alleviation and affliction. She lays there for around five minutes, gathering her bearings and recuperating from the unforeseen exertion, before taking in a soft breath and fluttering her eyes open. The terrible droning, at once, fades away and gives her a chance to get her thoughts straight. She weakly pushes herself up, unable to stop from looking down at the pile of acid, regurgitated food, and blood laying on the grass that her body pushed out.

She gently places her hand on her sore, scratchy throat and massages it, hoping to soothe a bit of the pain, if not all of it, and trying not to have a panic attack over the fact that she nearly hacked her very own lungs out not seven minutes ago. Stray tears dribble down her warmed cheeks and she wipes saliva from her chin, finding the strength eventually to stand to her feet and begin her slow, thoughtful trek back to her grandparents' cottage.

___

His feet feel almost weightless as he runs at high speeds, far higher than what the average person could ever go, his body twisting whenever necessary to ensure he doesn’t accidentally slam into one of the hundreds of trees around him. His mask is now pushed back over his face and hiding the dark grey tone of his skin and the sharp rows of teeth in his mouth, though his empty sockets remain visible.

The tingling in his chest begins to lessen the farther away he gets from the river, but he doesn’t take it as a sign to slow down. Instead, he quickens his pace, avoiding the thick foliage, leaping over a fallen tree, and sliding down a small hill, in a hurry to make it back. He fears the worst could happen if he were to stop.

Easily navigating through the familiar forest and toward Hoody’s house, his lungs aren’t even starting to get tired and his legs aren’t yet begging for a break, only a few of the advantages of being a literal demon. Even in a rush, he still somehow manages to be stealthy, so much so that nobody could hear him unless they were listening extra closely. The area around him lacks most of its natural color through his perspective, and even a bit of its shape, but that only means his hearing, among other senses, are keener and are able to detect threats from far off.

He can see the scenery that surrounds him, though the details leave quite a bit to be desired. The black, slimy tears continuously cascade down his navy-blue mask and fall to the ground beneath his boots; it would be pointless trying to keep them at bay. He learned this long ago, and now it doesn’t even cross his mind.

Finally, the old cabin comes into view, camouflaged by weeds, low-hanging vines, and overgrown grass, making the perfect place to take residence in. He sprints until he’s at the front door, and knocks swiftly, clearly frantic and in need of attention. He knows that the man must be there, for he was the one who told Jack to report back to him when he was finished with the assigned task, and he’s been gone for several hours at this point, so he must be expecting him back soon.

To his relief, it only takes a minute before the door swings open, revealing the tall man— though shorter in comparison to Jack— clad in a mustard-brown hoodie and black and red ski mask standing in the entrance of his home sweet home. He tilts his head up at him, narrowing his eyes though it can’t be seen from behind the stretchy piece of cloth covering his face and any emotion he may otherwise show.

After a moment, he nods in silent greeting and steps to the side, giving Jack room to walk into the house as Hoody closes the door behind them. He turns to face him once again, leaning casually against the door frame and studying Jack’s body language. “What’d you find out?”

His sentence is short and straight-to-the-point, not surprising Jack in the least. Hoody was never one to stretch things out; he’d much rather just hear what needs to be said using as few words as possible. Jack allows his muscles to relax slightly, now eased by the knowledge that he’s currently in a safer area than he was previously, and quickly collects his thoughts.

“It’s worse than I thought,” he starts, voice muffled by the mask shrouding his face. “He wants her and he wants her soon. If we’re gonna do something about it we need to act quickly, otherwise, it’s a lost cause.” Hoody crosses his arms in understanding, processing the information that his trusted companion is delivering to him.

“Do you know where she lives?” Jack shakes his head.

“No, but she told me that she’s here visiting family. She’ll be leaving eventually, if she’s not gotten to, first.”

“What family?”

“Grandparents. You know that couple that got murdered a while back?” He receives a curt nod in response. “Apparently, they were her relatives. Aunt and uncle.”

“They had a kid.”

“Yeah, Wyatt Colson. Adopted. He was her cousin.” Jack shoves his hands into the pocket of his hoodie, waiting through a brief silence before speaking again. “They were close, she and him.”

“Did you get her name?”

“Y\n L\n.” Hoody pulls his phone out of his jeans, focusing on the screen as he scrolls his contacts and looks for one labeled ‘Ben’, clicking on it and shooting him a quick text telling him the girl’s name and to research her immediately. He gets an effortless ‘yup’ soon after, and stuffs his phone back in his pocket, turning his attention back on Jack for more information.

“How old is she?”

“Young. Only sixteen.” Jack subconsciously bounces on the heels of his shoes, though the action is barely noticeable and disregarded by Hoody, who keeps his gaze locked onto the boy’s masked face. “She was nice. Something was definitely troubling her, though. I could feel it.”

“So she’s emotionally vulnerable. That makes her easy bait.”

“Maybe. He was messing with her head, but she was trying to resist it.” Jack remembers her odd behavior before he left, and he recalls feeling pressure in his mind as she gripped at her hair. She looked distraught, though he could sense that she wasn’t giving into the fog of thoughts her mind was likely being covered in at the time. Not easily.

“What do you think about it?” he asks, and Jack considers the question a short moment.

“I think she may stand a chance. From what she told me, she seems to come from a more or less broken family. All the more fire to fuel her hate. That could be a good or a bad thing.”

“We’ll see what Ben’s results are, then make a final decision.” Jack nods, not quite wanting to just forget about her and let her fall victim to the inevitable like so many others before her. He senses potential, something that isn’t very common for them. He would be less than content to just brush her aside as if she was simply meaningless to all of them, knowing they could have helped, possibly saved a soul from eternal torment and what could be referred to as slavery.

He is well aware that it would be a big risk, bringing another person to their base after so many years of isolation, and he knows it could easily result in catastrophe. But he isn’t very doubtful about this particular case; he saw no reason to be when he was speaking with her. She seemed innocent enough, then again, it’s always the ‘innocent’ ones that end up stabbing you in the back.

All he knows is that if they’re going to do something, they need to do it soon, because she’s in immediate danger, and he has a feeling she doesn’t even realize it. She won’t until it’s too late.

___

Her eyes drift up from the dirt to the familiar cottage that she’s grown acquainted with during the past few days, and she releases a shaky breath, the action itself causing her mild pain in the back of her throat. God, water sounds so refreshing right now. She walks closer, only noticing her grandfather sitting on the porch when she reaches the gateway and avoids direct eye contact. She knows that he’s going to try and speak to her, especially considering the conversation this morning, and she wants to dodge that until she feels a bit more like herself.

She’s still totally puzzled at what happened over an hour ago and has wracked her brain for answers, only to fail each time. Maybe she just caught the stomach flu? But stomach flues make you throw up, not cough until you feel like you’ll explode at any moment. Perhaps something got caught in her throat and triggered her gag reflex? Highly doubtful. Gag reflex doesn’t work like that.

She forces a fleeting smile across her face as she draws nearer, but drops the act once she sees that his eyes are closed, his lips are parted, and soft snores exit his mouth as his head is leaned comfortably against the wall behind him. Oh good. He’s asleep.

Hopefully, she can sneak in undetected by her grandmother, who is most likely up at this point in the day and well aware of her surroundings. She steps quietly onto the porch and grips the handle of the screen door, pulling it open and cringing when it makes a long, drawn-out squeak in response. She glances at Pops in concern, shoulders relaxing when she sees him still dozed off.

Her facial expression twists into one of agitation as she opens the second door, this time with less caution, and walks inside, knowing that her Nana had to have heard that obnoxious noise. Her hearing is relatively better than her husband’s, after all. Her gaze shifts toward the living room, biting the inside of her cheek when she catches a glimpse of her grandmother sitting on the recliner beside the couch, glasses on and attention directed at the book in her hands.

She doesn’t seem to have noticed Y\n come inside, much to her relief, and she looks at the staircase directly ahead of her, glancing in-between Nana and it as she silently closes the door and wonders if she can pull this off. It’s only a few feet away, but Nana would surely see her walking and be interested in a conversation. The very thing that Y\n desperately wants to avoid for the time being.

She swallows, inwardly wincing at the discomfort that radiates from the back of her throat, and carefully moves forward, hoping beyond hope that Nana won’t spot her. “Oh, hi, Y\n.” The girl freezes, turning her gaze back toward Farrah and meeting her eyes regretfully. “You were out a while, this time. Almost five hours.”

She nods, not wanting to speak unless absolutely necessary, at least not until she gets ahold of some pain relievers. The elderly woman tilts her head forward, setting the book in her lap and giving her granddaughter her full attention.

“I didn’t know you could cook.” Y\n’s eyebrows knit together in confusion before she pieces it together in her head and allows a knowing expression to form across her face. After hearing the silence, Nana speaks, again. “It was good, Y\n. Thank you.” She hums in reply, wanting to leave it at that, however, when she starts walking up the stairs, she hears her grandmother’s voice. “Are you alright?”

She nods once more, making her exit quick and shuffling up the staircase, stopping only when she reaches her room. She grabs her bag and digs through it, eventually grasping a plastic bag filled with various medicine that she thought was appropriate to bring along with her, just in case. She pulls out the bottle labeled ‘Tylenol’ and unscrews the cap, pouring two of the red, blue, and white capsules into her palm before putting their container back into the bag.

She grabs her water bottle and, after a moment of hesitation, swallows the medicine without much trouble, taking a sip of water afterward to subdue the pain a bit. She then sits on her bed, hands tangling themselves in her hair as she tries to hold the weight of stress on her shoulders. It still feels hard for her to fully process, everything does, really. She almost wants to cry again, but refrains, mainly because it would only cause her greater physical pain, and that’s one of the last things she wants right now.

The sun shining in through her window hits her back and warms her insides, bringing her a sense of consolation. It will be okay. It has to be, right? She will get through these trials. She can handle them. Can’t she?

A quiet whimper forces itself from her mouth, and she covers her face in an effort to compose herself. Why me? Why now? She hears her phone chime from her pocket, indicating she just received a text. That’s strange. Nobody ever cares enough to text her anymore. Growing curious and wanting to focus on anything other than her pathetically devastating situation, she slides it out and presses the sleep button, quickly typing out the password and going to her messages.

Unknown number? She blinks and wipes away a tear before it’s able to fall from her eye, looking down at the glowing screen and clicking on the contact. It reads, “Yo, is this Y\n?”

“What the…” She can’t help but mutter, ignoring the twinge of pain it causes and furrowing her eyebrows in bemusement. Is it somebody from school? Her thoughts then turn to Jack, though she shakes her head in disregard, deciding that it wouldn’t be possible. We never exchanged numbers.

After staring at her phone for two minutes straight, she sends a message back, almost certain that somebody from her school somehow got her number from one of her friends. Or, well, ‘acquaintances’, at this stage in her life. “Yes… with whom am I speaking?”

She waits for a response, tapping her finger against her leg absentmindedly and gazing through the window. Her e\c eyes land on the treeline, halfway expecting to see something standing outside. It reminds her of when she awoke last night and saw that mysterious, eerie figure posing at the edge of the forest, its creepy white mask standing out in the dark of the night.

Even after several minutes, she doesn't get a response, and she comes to the conclusion that it's likely a prank, no matter how strange and abrupt it is, and tosses her phone on her bed, choosing to forget about it. A movement in the doorway draws her awareness, and she turns her head in that direction, raising her eyebrows when she sees Nana standing there with a commiserate expression painted across her wrinkled features.

"Sweetheart..." Y\n cranes her neck to the side and parts her lips, beginning to feel the Tylenol take effect and lessen the aching in her throat.

"Nana?" Farrah rubs the back of her neck, almost nervously, as she walks farther into the room. "Is... something wrong?"

"Your grandpa told me what happened this morning... I'm sorry, baby." She makes her way beside Y\n, sitting on the bed and placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. Y\n's posture slumps as she realizes what she's referring to, and her gaze shifts down to her lap. She twiddles her fingers, sensing the tension in the air between the two of them. "Are you gonna be okay?"

She waits a moment, thinking over her reply. She doesn't want to worry her, besides, she's positive this has been extremely hard on Nana and Pops, much harder than it could have ever been on her. That was their daughter, their grandchild. And that, on top of already having lost their son to ridiculous family disagreements? And not having the emotional support of anybody but themselves? It makes her feel terrible for them.

"Yeah..." She clears her throat, looking anywhere in the room but Nana, and fighting the tears threatening to spill onto her cheeks. "Y-yeah, I'll be fine. It's... fine." Her voice cracks, and she feels Farrah's fingers ghost through her hair to calm her down, console her in some way.

"Hun, if you need to talk, or anything else, you can come to me. I know it's a lot of... hard information to process, and so suddenly, too." She only nods wistfully, not even trying to mask the hurt on her face, anymore. Nana notices and gives her a quick hug before standing to her feet and exiting the room, leaving the girl sitting alone once again, with a heavy heart and an uncanny suspicion that things are about to get even more dreadful from here on out.

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Swept Up

Ben Gross x Reader - Study sessions turned into hospital stays [1.1K Words] 

Benjamin “Ben” Gross was anything but chill. Ever since the boy could remember he has always been go go go. Whether it was regarding his health, his education, or his overall trajectory in life, Ben has never understood the meaning of chill. Sure he had the entire World Book Encyclopedia memorized in the hard drive of his brain and routinely updated it as each new definition came out, but Ben more so never understood the need for chill. Chill was for people with mediocre career goals, chill was just another synonym for substandard, chill was not meant for Ben Gross. 

As the student continued to frantically highlight facts with his multicolored stationary, his mind began to lose focus. Was he studying history or science? Wait, this is the unit circle. Ben panicked realizing that the letters he was reading were actually numbers. When did I start studying pre-calculus? Ben thought to himself, his eyebrows furrowing as his mind was more lost than ever. Before he could backtrack, the boy felt a pain shoot up his side. The pain coursed through his entire hip into his triceps and chest, the tightness felt like a strike of lightning rippling through the sky of his upper body. 

A few breathes calmed his aches, and as Ben was just about to turn his attention back on studying he heard soft gasps of surprises from his study partner. Or at least, the person who was supposed to be his study partner. 

He was so focused on his textbooks and formula sheets, he hadn’t realized that you’ve hidden yourself behind your notebook. Ben glanced at your direction and noticed the band of your headphones peeking out the top of the coiled book. You released another sound, one that sounded like endearment for whatever was happening on your phone screen. Ben called out your name, but your headphones created a barrier between yourself and the outside world. The lack of response made the scrunch in his forehead deepen and he decided to gain your attention back. 

You were engrossed in your phone screen. Your entire focus was placed on the newest season of your favourite show. The romantic background music blasted in your ears and your heart swelled as the gap between the two main characters was beginning to close. And just as their lips were about to touch, your notebook fell from its upright position, bringing your phone down with it. “No!” You exclaimed, feeling the cord rip out of the headphone jack. “Ben,” You turned to your boyfriend who held a satisfactory smile on his face, “What was that for?” 

“We are supposed to be studying,” Your partner replied, handing you some flashcards, “If I want to get into Columbia University I need to ace all ten of these classes, and you were supposed to be helping me. Not watching the latest season of whatever is on Netflix.” He shot back, a little upset about your absence. Ben reached to rub his side, his muscles still throbbing from earlier. 

“Babe, I’m sorry but you’ve been studying for hours.” You exasperated, fingers fidgeting with the edge of the index papers, “Plus, this season is really romantic. The main love interest surprised her with flowers, Ben, flowers.”

Ben couldn’t help but soften his expression. He knew he has been busy lately and that your dates have turned into nights with you napping on his bed while he kept one light on and his nose deep in his laptop, instead of the nice dinners he wanted to take you to. But he was applying to the same school that Michelle Obama went to, he had no choice but to continue running at full speed. “C’mon (Y/N), any guy can get a girl flowers.” He retorted gently, his frustration melting away. 

“Sometimes a girl just wants to be swept off her feet, okay? Not read index cards about the First Amendment” You countered. There was no anger in your voice. You knew getting into Columbia was something important for Ben, but the romantic in you wanted the blooming of music, the build up to life changing moments, and spontaneous gestures. 

“Hey,” Ben whispered, scooting closer to you. His hand reached to cup your cheek, bringing your pouted expression towards him, “You are just as important to me as Columbia. Even though Jake Gyllen – “ 

“You know we can’t say his name after what he did to Swift, Baby” You interrupted with the corner of your lips slowly turning upwards into a smile. 

“Right,” Ben began again. “Even though he who shall not be named also graduated from there, I want to go there because I want to be the best version of myself for you and to be able to get you all the flowers and chocolates and Taylor Swift concert tickets you want.” 

His confession made your heart melt, making you plant a soft kiss on his lips, his body melting into yours immediately. “The best version of yourself is one that isn’t stressed out with ten classes and clearly undergoing some physical stress,” You replied, eyes darting towards the hand Ben kept on his side, “We should get that checked out.” 

As you supported your boyfriend to the hospital, the two of you got to have a much needed date in the hospital cafeteria sharing pudding cups and something kinda close to a nice dinner. Though Ben had insisted that you should go home instead of staying overnight with him, you continued to stay by his side, choosing to share the small hospital bed over the comforts of your own room. And for the first time in months the two of you slept together, with all the lights off and dreams of your future together in college. 

When you woke up in the morning you found yourself alone in the hospital room with only your school bag keeping you company. The sunrise premiered a show of light streaks in the room, speckling rainbows on the furniture. In a few minutes, you saw Ben walk in the room with a dozen lilies and a box of your favourite desserts just like how the love interest did in your show. 

“You swept me up off my feet.” You gushed, happily accepting the gifts and opening the box to reveal a collection of pastries. “Thank you.”

Ben planted a kiss on your forehead before taking his share of desserts, “Of course, it’s only fair since you technically swept me all the way here to the ER.” He joked. 

The two of you shared a laugh, happy to have finally found a non academic related moment together. Even though there was no music, or any dramatic proclamations of love, it was your moment and you wouldn’t trade it for anything else.

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Defender, Protector, Keeper

Part 2

A/N: This is a second part to the mom!reader x Arthur fic with mute the reader’s mute son, Ben, that I posted a bit ago. 

Warnings: it’s implied that the reader is a prostitute, violence but nothing outside of canon, fluffy

Word Count: 2.6k

***

You hummed softly as you pushed the needle through Ben’s shirt. He had a little too much fun playing tag with Jack earlier that day and the two ended up tumbling down a little hill just beyond camp. Luckily, no one was hurt but Ben tore a hole in the elbow of his shirt and Jack tore a hole in the knee of his breeches. 

There was a tug on your sleeve, pulling your attention away from the shirt in your hand. Ben stood by your chair. He was sleepy, eyes half shut and head falling forward. 

“You should be sleeping, my love.”

He put his head against your arm, rubbing his eyes and then his nose on your sleeve. 

“Benjamin.” You scolded himself softly. 

He made an attempt to crawl up into your lap but you stopped him. 

“Ben, I’ve got a needle in my hand, love. I can’t hold you.”

“I can finish that up for you, Y/N.” Abigail offered, placing the breeches of Jack’s down on the table. 

“He just…. Thank you, Abigail.” You passed the shirt to her before picking your son up. “Sometimes he just needs a little extra attention before bed. It’s hard for him to fall asleep.” 

“Jack was the same way, especially in Colter.” 

You were thankful she understood. 

“You baby that boy too much.” Bill commented as he passed by the fire you sat at. 

You ignored him while Abigail wrinkled her nose at him. 

“Don’t pay no mind to what that man says, Y/N.”

“Oh, I don’t.” You gave her a smile, brushing your fingers over Ben’s hair. He tucked his nose into your collarbone. “He isn’t worth my time.”

“Good. No man here is worth your time.”

“Ah, Miss Y/L/N.” Dutch approached you, eyes flickered down to Ben. “Is the boy asleep?” 

“Not yet.” You answered. “What can I do for you, Mr. Dutch?”

“Well, I have got a bit of a favor to ask of you, miss.” He pulled out a chair next to you and sat down. “As you know, we have a job coming tomorrow afternoon involving a train in Valentine. It’s simple and easy, but I am afraid I need one more person to join my boys. A lady to keep them proper. Miss Jones is healing her unfortunate leg injury, and Miss Gaskill and Miss Jackson are a bit too young for the task at hand.”

“Which is?”

“Well, my dear, it is something more…. in your field of expertise.” 

You looked down at Ben, rubbing his back. He was watching Dutch, fighting off the urge to fall asleep. 

You didn’t like that Dutch was bringing the subject of your work up in front of your son, but you appreciated that he was being discreet about it. 

“Who is going?”

“Mr. Morgan is taking Mr. Escuella, Mr. MacGuire, Mr. Summers, and Mr. Williamson.” 

You didn’t want to go, but you didn’t have much of a choice. If you said no, it would appear as if you were lazy and weren’t willing to commit crimes with them. What if they thought you would turn against them if the law came to you? 

You looked up at Dutch, smiling softly. 

“Just let me know when we leave.”

“Good, Miss Y/L/N. I think you’ll fit in nicely with us.” He patted your shoulder before leaving. 

Ben shifted in your lap, tucking his nose into your neck. You kissed his hair. 

“We should get you to bed, Mister Ben.”

***

“Dutch, I don’t like it.”

“Why not?”

There was a pause. 

You continued to hang up damp laundry to dry, trying not to pay attention to Dutch’s private conversation with a few of the men who would be going on the job later on. 

“Well, for one she’s got a kid. What if something happens to her?”

“Nothing is going to happen to her because you will be there to make sure nothing happens to her. Do you doubt your abilities, Arthur?”

“No.” He grumbled. 

“I don’t think we need a lady goin’ with us, Dutch.” Bill didn’t bother to keep his voice down like Arthur had. “Us men can get the job done just fine.”

“I believe you, Bill, but Miss Y/L/N is going along with you to ensure that you get everything you need from our target. He’s a sleezy man, and another man won’t get out of him the information we need.”

You stiffened up a little, your fingers curling tightly around the breeches in your hands. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Bill and Javier exit Dutch’s tent.

“Dutch, please, just listen to me a moment–,”

“I am listening to you, Arthur, but your suggestions are leaving me with no viable options. We need Y/N.”

“Not like this. This-This is not something she should be doin’. Abigail don’t do it no more. She’s a mother too. Y/N should be here with Ben–,”

“I am not forcing anyone in this camp to do anything they are not comfortable with, Arthur.” Dutch’s tone became a bit more sharp. “If you have problems with what she is doing, take it up with her.”

You turned your head to watch Arthur leave the tent and hastily walk across camp. You smiled just a little. He was a nice man. You wondered how he got so caught up in this world. 

***

“I promise you he will be okay here with us, Y/N.” 

“I know.” You chewed on your bottom lip. 

Your eyes stayed Jack and Ben. They were knelt down at a patch of dirt digging with a couple sticks. Abigail sat next to you as she tried her best to comfort you. 

“I just…. I worry. Micah isn’t going with us and you know how he picks on Ben.”

“Micah will do no such thing.” Abigail shook her head. “I’ll make sure of it.”

You knew she’d keep a good watch of your son, but you still couldn’t help feeling nervous. 

“Mr. Smith?” Abigail waved at him as he passed the table. 

You turned your attention to him, giving him a smile. 

“Good evening, ladies.”

“Charles.” Abigail put her hand on his shoulder. “Please, can you tell Y/N that Ben will be safe while she’s gone.” 

“Of course he will be.” Charles nodded. 

“I know, I know.” You brushed a few curls back out of your face. 

“To be worried is understandable.”

“She’s worried about Micah.” Abigail told him. “You know how that nasty man has been towards Ben since they got here.”

Charles looked at Ben then to Micah across camp, then finally to you. 

“I won’t let anything happen to Ben.” 

You opened your mouth to thank him when Arthur called for you from across camp. 

“Thank you, Mr. Smith. And thank you again, Abigail.”

You turned to go towards the horses where Arthur and the other men were waiting for you. 

Sean wolf whistled.

“Look at you, Miss Y/N! You look extraordinary!”

“Don’t whistle at the lady like a dog, Sean.” Arthur scolded. 

“It was a compliment.”

“I’m sure it was.” The dirty blond grunted. “Alright. Javier and Bill have already gone into Valentine to wait for us at the train station. Lenny and Sean, you two go on ahead. We don’t wanna arrive at the same time and make anyone suspicious of us.”

“Ain’t nothin’ more suspicious than the look of your ugly mug, Arthur Morgan.”

Arthur gave Sean a shove towards his horse. 

“You’ll be riding with me, Miss Y/L/N.” Arthur watched Lenny and Sean leave before turning his attention to you. “If you don’t mind, that is.” 

“Not at all.” You shook your head with a little smile. 

Arthur nodded, leaning against the hitching post his horse was tethered to. He pulled out a carton of cigarettes and offered you one. You shook your head with a ‘no thank you’ and moved to pet his horse, a beautiful silver dapple pinto named Ruby.

“You, um, look very nice today, miss.” Arthur held the cigarette between his lips, striking the match on the wood of the post he was against. 

“Thank you.” You shyly smiled. 

You were dressed up rather nicely for today’s job. The dress you wore was dark blue with gray trim around the bottom of the skirt and the cuffs of the sleeves. It was one of your nicer dresses you rarely wore now that you were mostly bound to Horseshoe Overlook. 

“How’s your boy doin’?” 

“Ben is well.” You rubbed Ruby’s nose, smiling as she huffed at you. “He’s getting along great with Jack. The two are practically best friends. And everyone here has taken kindly to him for the most part.”

Arthur smiled and nodded. 

“That’s good to hear. Jack was in need of a friend.”

“So was Ben. This is what we needed.” 

Arthur finished his cigarette and tossed it to the ground. 

“I reckon we better get goin’. Can’t leave those boys for too long. If you don’t mind, I’m going to ride behind you. Don’t want your skirt gettin’ dirtied up by Ruby. She’s in need of a bath soon.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t mind.” You smiled a little, giving Ruby one last pat before you mounted the horse. 

Arthur got on behind you, carefully wrapping one arm around your waist. 

“Is this alright?” He asked, his voice low and quiet. He didn’t want to do anything that made you uncomfortable. 

“Yes.” You nodded, instinctively reaching up to place your hand over his arm. You made contact with his arm for only a few moments before placing your hand on the horn to the saddle. 

***

You led the way through the train. Arthur was right behind you, his hand on the middle of your spine. You two sat down just across the aisle from Sean and Lenny. 

“So who is the target?” You looked down the aisle, putting on a charming smile as a few men continued past you to get to another train car. 

Arthur cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. 

“Y/N. You-You know, there are other ways we could go about this.” 

You furrowed your brows, unsure of what he meant. 

“I’m afraid I’m not following you, Arthur.”

“I know Dutch told you that you’d be…. Well, that you’d be charmin’ this fella.”

You immediately looked away from him, your eyes finding the couple that sat diagonally across the aisle from you. 

“But you don’t got to, Y/N–,”

“I know I don’t, Mr. Morgan.” You cut him off, smoothing your skirt out. “But that is what I’m good for.”

“That ain’t true–,”

“It is.” You put on a little smile to ease the tension and to make him feel as though the subject didn’t tear you up inside. “It is true, Mr. Morgan. Just as true as you are good with those guns and Mr. MacGuire is good at getting himself into trouble, I am good at…. at charming men, as you call it. We all have our own talents. It’s best that we use what we can do to help this gang, isn’t it?”

Arthur watched you for a few moments. You were good at putting on a show, at faking a content smile. 

“Yeah, I suppose it is. M’sorry to bring it up.”

“No worries.” You shook your head softly. “Now, our target?”

As Arthur told you about the target, an older gentleman with pockets too deep for his own good, you subtly watched the couple across the aisle from you and Arthur. 

They were a young couple dressed in nice clothes. They seemed rather infatuated with each other. He had his arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her close to him. They whispered in each other’s ears, not wanting the rest of the train to hear whatever words they were sharing. 

You looked down at your hands, not realizing you were fisting the material of your skirt. 

You let out a small breath and smoothed out the material. 

“You alright, miss?” Arthur asked you.

You looked over to him, smiling just a little. 

“Yes, I’m alright.”

***

You slipped down from Ruby, straightening your blouse, and then looked around camp. You couldn’t see your son and that worried you. But then you remembered it was late in the evening. He was probably asleep, and it was probably best that he wasn’t within your eyesight because you didn’t want to see him with the way you looked after the job. 

“Arthur?” You stepped towards him, watching him as he tethered Ruby to the hitching post. “Can I ask a favor of you?”

“Course.”

“I-I don’t want Ben to see me like…. this.” You gestured to your face. “Would you mind going and seeing where he is?”

Arthur nodded his head, moving away from Ruby. 

“Of course.”

“Just-Just keep him away from our tent, please. I’d really appreciate it.”

“Sure thing.”

You went to the tent you shared with Sadie and Karen and changed out of your clothes. Then you cleaned up your face. You had taken a few hits to the face, resulting in a bloody nose. A busted lip, and a bruise on the cheek. 

As you exited the tent, you looked around camp. 

“There she is!” Micah approached you first. “Our camp whore.”

“Watch your mouth.” You glared at him. You tried to step around him but he was persistent and stepped right into your way. 

“I think we both got off on the wrong foot, sweetheart.” He held his hands up as if to prove he wasn’t a threat. But you still watched him cautiously. “You know, I think we’d be good acquaintances once we get to know each other.”

“I want to see my son, Micah.” You tried once more to get around him but this time his hands grabbed both arms and stopped you. 

“Micah!” Dutch barked. 

Instantly, the nasty blond man let you go and turned to face Dutch Van Der Linde. 

Your eyes found the leader of the gang, taking note of the way his brows were furrowed together. 

Behind him, something moved. Hosea shifted his weight from one foot to the other 

“What were you doing?” Dutch asked Micah. 

“Just making sure she was okay after that job.” Micah explained, the terrible excuse coming out quickly. “She looks pretty beat up and was walking pretty wobbly. I was afraid she’d fall right over. Didn’t want her to hit her head or nothin’.”

“I didn’t see her walking wobbly.” Hosea commented, earning a glare from Micah. 

“Is everything alright, Miss Y/L/N?” Dutch’s attention turned to you.

“I was just going to see my son, Mr. Van Der Linde.” You explained. 

“Do you feel okay?”

“I’ll feel better when I see him.”

Dutch nodded and gestured for you to leave. 

***

When asked about your son’s whereabouts, Mrs. Grimshaw directed you to John and Abigail’s tent. John and Abigail themselves were awake and sitting around a fire, but Jack and Ben were sleeping together in the tent. 

You pulled back the lapel of the tent and stepped inside. You were shocked to find Arthur sitting on a stool beside the cot Ben and Jack were sharing. Jack appeared to be fast asleep, but your little man was awake. 

“Hello,Y/N.” Arthur stood up, taking his hat off. “I was just checkin’ on him and he was wide awake so I, um, I was keeping him company.” 

“Thank you, Arthur.” You smiled, placing your hand on his arm. 

The second Ben saw you, he was trying to climb out of bed. You stopped him, gently keeping him from getting out of bed. 

“It’s alright, love. I’m here.” You kissed his forehead. “You should be sleeping.”

Ben pressed his forehead into your lips then pushed his face into your chest. 

“I’ll leave you two be.” Arthur stood up, waving at your son. “Good night, Benny.” 

Ben peaked out from around your shoulder, eyes finding the dirty blond man. He waved his fingers at Arthur, making the man smile widely. 

“Good night, Arthur.”

Blue eyes flickered to meet yours. 

“Good night, Miss Y/L/N.”

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hey honey! i really love your work, you're so talented! i was wondering if you could write NSFW alphabet with Benjamin Pavard? ily xx💕

thank you !!

Benjamin Pavard NSFW Alphabet:

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He falls asleep pretty quickly after it, especially if he can lay his head on you and feel your fingers combing though his hair.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part of his are his hands, loving how they look on your body and how you react to them. Always playing with his fingers, sucking on them and loving how they feel inside you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

That man loves to cum on your tits and even if he adores your boobs he loves them even more when they are decorated with his cum.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves seeing you play with his cum, the way you make sure to lick up as much of his cum as possible almost makes his dick hard again.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He knows exactly how to pleasure you even if he does not have that much experience.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything where he can admire your tits, loving to see them jiggle as he thrusts into you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He will be kind of goofy leading up to it and even crack a few jokes during sex now and then but in general he is more on the serious side.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He is shaved almost completely but it’s not his first priority to be shaved all the time.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He is really romantic but in his own way, holding your hands while he is fucking you into the mattress or telling you how much he loves you while you joke on his dick.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He jacks off a lot, not even only when he is away but he especially loves mutual masturbation.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Sub/Dom dynamics - benji is a switch, more on the dominant side, but he definitely loves being submissive to you.

Mutual masturbation - he loves seeing you touch yourself next to him, arms touching slightly as you watch each other

Choking - benji likes having a hand around your neck, squeezing slightly as he watches your face twists in pleasure

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Favorite place would probably be the bed just because it is really comfortable. But generally speaking he will fuck you anywhere he wants to.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Speaking french to him

Running your nails over his skin

when you bit on his lip while kissing

combing your fingers through his hair and tugging slightly

wearing his france jersey

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything related to pain. Light things like spanking he will love but besides that anything to could cause ‘pain’ to either one of you is a no.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He could live with his head between your thighs - he loves giving oral. Feeling you squirm underneath him as he runs his tongue up and down your wet slit, your hand gripping his hair tightly and pornographic moans leaving you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends. After a loss or whenever he is frustrated it will be fast and rough. However when he is in a romantic mode he just wants to show you how much he adores your body and will take it slow and sensual.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Benji is really into quickies, loving to feel the rush of it. Whenever the two of you get dressed up to go somewhere you can be sure that he will sneak a quickie in between.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

If he is really horny he will definitely take risks. That definitely goes for before and after a game because then he will either want a good luck blowjob or celebration sex.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Benji lasts multiple rounds. However due to the lack of immense teasing the rounds aren’t the longest.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He has definitely bought you a vibrator and ordered that you use that when he is away. Sometimes he will even let you use it on him but besides that there aren’t many toys in your bedroom.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He likes to tease you when you are outside, putting his hand a bit too high on your thigh or whispering dirty things into your ear. But in the bedroom he is kind of impatient and always wants to get straight to the point.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

There are always moans escaping him, he just can’t stop it but he tries to kind of hide it by burying his face in you neck so that he can moan directly into you ear.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Benji loves taking pictures of you. Not necessarily extremely dirty pictures but rather aesthetically pleasing ones. His hand around you neck as you suck on his thumb or a mirror pic with his hands covering your tits.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He is about average length wise but rather thick.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high. Before games he sometimes wants a good luck blowjob but that doesn’t mean that you two won’t be going at it after the game.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends, if it’s just a quickie he will obviously not be tired after but if it’s in your bed or somewhere else where he can lay down comfortably, he is fast asleep almost immediately after cumming.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

By Your Doorstep (Part 7)

Summary: The reader spends her first Thanksgiving with Dean and his friends and she and Dean grow closer as a couple. But things change when a knock on the door happens one night...

Pairing: Doctor/Neighbor!Dean x reader

Masterlist

Word Count: 5,600ish

Warnings: language, bad parenting, past child abuse, violence, blackmail

A/N: Parts of this series are told from two different POV’s. Dean’s POV are written from limited third person. Reader’s POV are second person (like a typical reader insert). Enjoy!…

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Reader’s POV

Two Days Later

“We’re here!” called Dean as you followed him inside of his friend’s Donna and Benny’s house. Sam helped Toast navigate the cluster of shoes by the door as Tessa stepped in. 

“About time you Winchesters got here,” said a man poking his head out from down a hall. “Hey, somebody’s looking better.”

“Are you that firefighter?” asked Tessa.

“At your service,” he said as he walked over. “Benjamin Laffetite. My friends call me Benny.”

“Aw, he is like a big teddy bear, Dean,” you said. Benny gave Dean a side eye but smiled. “Nice to meet you in person. We missed you at the last party Dean had.”

“Likewise. Me and the missus were out of town. Come on ladies. Let these two handle the bags,” he said as Toast ran up and sniffed him. “Well aren’t you adorable? What’s your name?”

“Toast. He’s my service dog. Kinda,” said Tessa.

“We’ll save him a slice of turkey,” said Benny as he pet him. “Hey you single kid?”

“Benny,” said Dean with a sigh.

“Jack’s here,” said Benny before he turned the two of you. “He’s our buddy Cas’ little cousin. 18. Freshman at Elmdale. He’s got that whole sweetly naive innocent thing going on for him.”

“Benny!” said a young looking guy in a hoodie standing at the entrance to the kitchen.

“Speak of the devil. Hey, Jackie, come say hi to this chick out of your league. Give you some practice talking to girls,” said Benny with a smirk.

“Hi. He’s an ass,” said Jack before Toast wandered over to him. “This your dog?”

“Yeah,” she said as Toast started to lick him. “He likes you.”

She gave you a look and you waved for her to take off, Benny chuckling to himself.

“Always gotta harass the kids, don’t you, Benny,” said Dean. The boys exchanged quick hugs and Benny let out a big laugh.

“Well since Sammy got big enough to beat me up I had to pick easier targets,” said Benny. He gave you a smile and threw his arm over your shoulders. “I got this one boys.”

“Benny…” said Dean as Benny walked off with you. “Play nice.”

“Don’t I always?” he said. He showed you into a kitchen and stopped next to a blonde working over the stove. “Y/N this is my lovely gal, Donna. Deano set us up a few years back.”

“Oh you’re adorable,” she said, ditching a spoon in a pot before giving you a big hug.

“She’s a hugger,” said Benny as he took over the stove.

“We haven’t seen Dean in months. We were starting to think he fell off the face of the earth,” she said.

“Sorry. We uh, we’ve been busy with a lot lately,” you said, getting an eye roll from her.

“Don’t apologize. He is head over heels for you,” she said. “But I will fuck you up if you hurt him, okay?”

“Permission granted,” you said.

“Donna, she’s almost kicked ass for me before,” said Dean as he and Sam carried in two casserole dishes.

“Then she doesn’t have to worry, does she? So you a beer or wine kinda gal?” she asked.

“She likes bourbon,” said Cas as he walked in with a plate full of bugles held strangely close to his face.

“Why are you so weird buddy?” chuckled Dean, slapping Cas on the back. “Everybody else knows Y/N and Tessa for the most part.”

“I’ll take a beer for now,” you said. You followed Dean into the garage and grabbed a bottle from the cooler, a goofy smile crossing his face. “What?”

“I’m really happy you’re here is all,” he said. You set the beer down on the cooler and wrapped your arms over his shoulders, smiling back at him. 

“I really like when you’re happy.” He blushed a little as your nose grazed his. His eyes kept lock with yours though and you smiled as you saw the creases near them from his own. “I think I might be falling for you or something Winchester.”

“Fancy that. I could say the exact same,” he said. “The deranged woman shouting toast in the neighborhood.”

“The man who fell on his ass on my front porch,” you said. He giggled and you immediately kissed him, Dean pulling you flush against himself. “That just might be the best sound I’ve ever heard in my life.”

He grinned and you both heard the door open, Tessa coming out and digging around in a cooler for a soda. She looked a little tired as you picked up your and Dean’s beers, Dean ruffling her head slightly. She shut her eyes and you both smiled.

“You’re still recovering. Take it easy if you need to,” he said. 

“I know,” she hummed. She straightened up when Jack came out to get a drink, Tessa ducking back inside where it was warmer. 

“Jack,” said Dean with a whistle. “Why don’t you and Tessa go sit down and watch some football? Something easy going.”

“She likes football?” he asked.

“She got sick a few days ago and needs some rest is all,” you said. “But you don’t have to-”

“No that’s totally cool,” he said with a smile. 

“She is out of your league, Jack. Also in highschool,” said Dean. Jack held up his hands and Dean chuckled as he walked out. “Don’t worry about him. He’s the sweetest kid I’ve ever met.”

“Cas always brags about him. I figured he wouldn’t be like, an asshole,” you said. “So he’s like Cas’ nephew, right?”

“Technically, yes. Legally, he’s his kid. Cas’ whole family is full of nutjobs. Jack’s dad isn’t a great guy. Cas took custody of Jack about two years ago.”

“You ever talk to him about...taking charge before you’re ready?”

“Cas was twenty nine with a very good job and house and security and Jack was seventeen. They’re more like brothers I guess. Cas is one of my best friends but he doesn’t...get it. His parents help a lot. I know you know the difference.”

“I do,” you said. You gave him another kiss and slipped back inside with him, a woman you didn’t recognize giving you a smile as she popped into the garage. “You know her?”

“Must be a friend of Donna’s,” he said as he took your hand. “You’re all chilly. Let’s get you warmed up, sweetheart.”

“I’m officially stuffed,” said Dean that night back at home after his fifth slice of pie that day. He was in his onesie and you’d slipped into your gray one, Dean hopping over the back of the couch and pulling you into his side. 

Tessa hummed as she skipped downstairs sporting a pink and white one, Sam sighing loudly as Toast trotted down the steps.

“Sammy, you look cute!” called Tessa. She sounded a little too pleased with herself and Dean gave her a fist bump just as Sam walked around the corner. His was black and he had the hood up, a pout on his face.

“Aw, he’s adorable,” you said.

“I hate you. All of you,” said Sam as he stretched out on the other end of the wrap around.

“Sam, share,” said Tessa. He smirked and flipped her as he pulled her down, Tessa yelping but letting out a few giggles. He sat back and she leaned back against him, leaving enough room for Toast to use his pillow on the floor to hop up onto the end.

“Alright, now that everyone’s settled, let’s watch some football,” said Dean.

About an hour later Tessa was passed out on top of Sam, Sam breathing softly as he slept as well. You looked at Dean to find he was watching them too, a silly look on his face.

“We should do onesies for Christmas Eve too,” you said.

“Definitely. This was the best thanksgiving I think Sammy and me have ever had.”

“Really?”

“I got my girl. I got my little sis and brother. Got my dog. Sammy really liked that Eileen girl he met today. This is definitely up there as one of the best days ever,” he said.

“You know how earlier I said I was falling for you?” you smirked.

“Oh yes. That was a highlight of the day,” he chuckled quietly. 

“Looking over at those two, this is the first time she’s not cried on a holiday in years. She had a really good day and I don’t feel like I’m fucking this up as much as I was anymore and I know it’s because of you.”

“Oh I’m doing this all for entirely selfish reasons,” he said, kissing the tip of your nose. “Very selfish.”

“Oh yeah?” you asked, resting your head on his shoulder with a smile. 

“I’ve only ever let one person in, all that way down to the shit deep down there. I love my friends and I’d do anything for them. I’d give ‘em a kidney if they needed it. But it was only ever Sam my whole life that got all the way in. Lately though, there’s this girl and she’s making me rethink some things and for the first time in my life, I let somebody else in and it feels terrifying but I’m happy in a way I didn’t think I’d have. She’s making me a better person and I feel so good and I am going to keep being incredibly selfish about that.”

He tilted his head down as you leaned up, meeting him for a kiss. It was soft and lingered, Dean cupping your cheek. You moved and he went with it, slow and lazy, laying back and enjoying a playful game. Something swelled up inside of you and burst open, a moment of pause as you took a breath. Tears prickled the corners of your eyes and you tried to look away before Dean saw but he was still holding your face, big green eyes locking onto yours.

“What’s wrong?” he asked quietly, wiping away the sticky droplets.

“Nothing,” you said, shaking your head. “I’m happy. I’m so happy right now I don’t understand.”

“You let me in,” he said gently. “Way down you let me in just now, didn’t you.”

“I don’t understand why I’m crying,” you said.

“Because the last people you let in there, it broke your heart when you lost them,” he said. “Don’t be scared of losing me. I’m not going anywhere.”

You nodded and put your palm against his chest, Dean wiping off your face. His heart thumped along evenly, strong and steady. He nodded and he turned off the TV, carrying you up to bed. He sat you down and lay down beside you, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Not really,” you said. He propped himself up on his elbow and you rolled over to meet him. 

“Sweetheart you can’t go around living scared of people dying on you. It’s-”

“It’s not that,” you said. “I just...can I ask an unaskable favor?”

“What?”

“If something happened to me, would you help take care of Tessa, until she’s ready to be on her own?” you asked.

“Why do you think something-”

“Dean could you just…” you said before he nodded.

“If anything ever happened, Tessa will always have us,” he said. “I swear.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t have to thank me for that,” he said. He stroked your cheek again and offered a soft smile. “Is there something you’re not telling me sweetheart?”

“The last boyfriend I had I was twenty three. I’d been with him for three years. I thought he was gonna be the one, you know?” 

“What happened?” he asked quietly, still tracing over your skin.

“He moved away after school for a job. It was working until it wasn’t. It was amicable. I still...never quite got over him I suppose. After the accident, he reached out to make sure I was doing okay. I really wasn’t but he was coming into town to see his parents anyways so he stopped over. I thought he cared, maybe I could let the wall down a little and it’d be okay. But he was so rude to her. She was in a real bad place at first and he just...was a dick and I got over him like that for good. But you, and Sam, I feel like, you’re the kind of the people that...if I dropped dead this second you’d be over her house ten years from now helping her put up a shelf or you’d take her out for drinks or something and the fact that she has people she can depend on and I don’t have to worry about her as much...it just kinda hit me tonight, you know?”

“I do. You have people you can depend on too,” he said. You leaned over and kissed him, Dean sliding his hand to the back of your head. “It gets easier. I promise it does.”

“I know,” you said.

“Let’s have a little quiet day at home tomorrow. Maybe we can put up the tree,” he said. “That sound fun?”

“Sounds perfect Dean.”

Two Weeks Later

“Tessa,” you said as she zipped up her winter jacket in the foyer. 

“Y/N. I’m going over Jack’s to play video games, I swear,” she said. “I’m pretty sure Cas and Kelly will be home anyways.”

“Your shirt’s on backwards, doofus,” teased Dean from the couch. She huffed and took off her jacket, fixing it as Sam jogged down the stairs in a suit.

“Hot date tonight, Sammy?” she teased.

“At least I know how to dress myself,” he shot back. “Ready to go?”

“Mhm,” she said. She put her jacket back on and hooked up Toast’s leash the two of them heading out.

“You think she’s actually going over to play video games or make out with him?” asked Dean.

“Both?” you laughed.

“Not bad plans if I say so myself,” he said, pulling you into his lap. The doorbell rang and he groaned. “Stay put. We have a makeout session to get to.”

He hopped up and went over to the door, immediately shutting it.

“Something wrong?” you asked as he walked back. He shook his head, the doorbell ringing again, you got up and went to the door, hearing Sam talking loudly outside with someone. You peeked the door open and saw a man on the front porch, Sam rolling his eyes and walking away from a woman. He got in the car and drove off with Tessa, the man giving you a look. “Can I help you?”

“We’d like to speak to Dean,” he said.

“Who are you?” you asked.

“His father,” he said, pushing the door open wide. “Who are you?”

“His girlfriend,” you said, stepping in front of him with crossed arms. “I don’t recall inviting you into my home.”

“Leave. Both of you,” said Dean as they both stepped into the foyer. “I said-”

“We want to speak to you. In private,” he said.

“I don’t think-” you got out before he got in your face and glared down at you. You swallowed. He was as big as Dean but there was something off to him.

“Dean. Private,” said his father. 

“Y/N, go upstairs. Please,” said Dean. You sighed but went up, hanging around the balcony to try and overhear them in the family room below. “What the fuck are you two shitheads doing at my house?”

There was a thud and you froze, listening for more.

“You’re a real piece of work, you know that?” said Dean, his voice slightly off.

“You know how this works.”

“Why don’t you get a job lazy ass? Oh wait. You get fired for being drunk at yours?” said Dean. There was another thud and you took out your phone, trying to record whatever was going on. “Oh punching. Very mature of…” said Dean before he gasped and made a whining sound.

“You know how this goes. She calls and you pay. Now pay or we’ll tell Sam the truth.”

“That you’re a sack of shit? He already-” said Dean before he went quiet.

“Have the money tomorrow by noon at the locker or else Sammy’s gonna drop you like the sack of shit you are, Dean. He’s gonna hate you for taking him from us and you know it.”

“I saved his-”

“No, no Dean. You were pathetic and couldn’t stand the thought of being alone so you took Sam. You pay us every few years. That’s the deal for us staying away. If you go back on your word now, we’ll go back on ours.”

“I’m done with you blackmailing me for-” said Dean before there was another thud.

“I’m done with you thinking you’re better than us. You’re nothing, understand boy?” he said. You went over to the hall closet and grabbed a baseball bat, walking downstairs to catch John staring down at the floor, Dean sat back against the wall holding his side.

“Get the fuck out of my house,” you said, gripping the bat tightly.

“Noon, Dean,” he said. He walked out with Mary on his tail. You quickly locked up and rushed over to Dean who had his eyes shut and was sporting a few bruises on his face. 

“Jesus Dean,” you said. You moved his hand and saw a bruise on his ribs, Dean holding up a hand when you tried to move him.

“Give me a second,” he said. You picked up the bat and he caught your wrist, shaking his head. “He doesn’t have any problem hitting a woman, Y/N.”

“I should be calling the cops,” you said.

“Y/N,” he said when you tried to tug away. “Please don’t.”

You put down the bat and he dropped your hand. You cupped his cheeks and he winced.

“I need to take you to the hospital,” you said. He shook his head and you shook it right back. “Dean.”

“Help me over to the counter,” he said. You hooked an arm under his and got him up, walking him over to one of the stools. You sat him down, Dean inhaling sharply. You got out the first aid kit from the cabinet and set it down, taking a kitchen towel and wetting it before you dabbed it against this cheek. It soaked up a little blood and you frowned, Dean looking away.

“Dean I recorded the whole thing on my phone. It’s still going on the stairs. We gotta call-“

“Y/N. Just…don’t.” He started to grab the bag and stand when you scoffed. “I can handle this.”

He got up and started to walk, slowing down after a moment and holding his side again. He stopped by the back of the couch and dropped his head. You sighed and took the bag from him, throwing his arm over your shoulders and walking him upstairs, grabbing your phone along the way. You walked him into the bathroom and he sat up on the counter, leaning back against the wall with a wince.

You helped him out of his shirt and saw the bruise was darkening over his ribs, Dean shutting his eyes.

“Hand me your little mirror,” he said, pointing over to your vanity. You picked it up off the counter, Dean holding it up and looking at his face. “Alright. Can you get me-”

“Stop. I got this.” You used a washcloth and got it wet again, holding it against his cheek and around his eye. He tried looking down but kept moving his head and you settled on putting some more cold water on the towel, pressing it over his skin again. When it seemed like the bleeding had stopped you dug out some medication, dabbing it over the cuts. He was quiet, holding his side while you put a butterfly bandage over his cheek. You peeled his hand away and figured there wasn’t much you could do for his ribs.

You went downstairs and got some painkillers and an ice pack, returning to Dean right where you left him. 

“Here,” you said, dropping the pills in his hand. He took them with a quick gulp of water, hissing as the cold touched his skin but he soon relaxed. You held the pack for him, Dean taking a deep breath. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Dean. Your dad just-”

“This is not the first time and it probably won’t be the last,” he said. 

“Now I’m definitely calling the cops,” you said. You reached for your phone but he grabbed it first, holding it over his head. “Dean. He hurt you. He can’t just come into our house and do that.”

“What I need you to do is take my debit card, go to the ATM and take out five thousand from my savings and five thousand from checking. Hundreds is fine. Okay?” he said. “The PIN is-”

“I’m not doing anything other than putting you in bed,” you said. He glared and you gave it right back. You grabbed his arm and pushed him into the room and over to the bed, Dean laying back against the headboard reluctantly. “Why on earth do you-”

“It’s how I got Sam,” he said. “Custody of him when I was eighteen. We didn’t go to court. I paid them off. It was five grand at first and it tied them over for a bit but when he turned eighteen, they called and wanted more. Every three years they call. Last time it got bumped up to ten thousand. They called around the time I met you and I didn’t pay this year hence the ass kicking.”

“But why do you still pay them off?” you asked.

“Because Y/N,” he said. You crossed your arms and he slammed his fist against his pillow. “Because Sam was the favorite. He didn’t get the shit kicked…” 

Dean trailed off and shut his mouth, looking away. You sat up next to him, holding his free hand and holding him as best you could.

“I got the worst of it but that’s not to say Sam didn’t get some. I knew, I knew that fucker would hurt him once I was gone and I couldn’t stay so Sam had to come with me. I tried looking up how to get custody and that sort of thing and they found out about it,” said Dean. He laughed and you ran your hand through his hair. “Tonight? That was nothing compared to what happened after they found out. But my drunk of a father, well, he owed money and I had some saved up from working for my Uncle Bobby. So I paid to get Sam the fuck out of there. They claimed it was because they were going to travel and wanted Sam to be able to stay in school and shit. It was all shit. Now...now they tried their best to make him hate me on the way out, make it seem like I was stealing him from them. Plant those little seeds. You can’t kill an idea once it’s in there. So I did what I had to and I keep doing what I have to and they stay away from us. It’s how it goes.”

“Do you...do you pay them not to hurt you?” you asked.

“No.”

“Then what’s it for?”

“He will hate me if he knows the truth.”

“Dean he won’t-”

“Our parents fucked us up. I literally bought custody of my baby brother. How is that not fucked up?”

“It’s a fucked up situation. You though, you are not fucked up,” you said as he rolled his eyes. “I’m serious. Your father is...a monster and I don’t know what the fuck is up with your mom but you are good. Sam is good. You have the biggest fucking heart of anyone I’ve ever known. Sam would never hate you for getting him out of that situation. Never. But I don’t understand why you keep paying them money, Dean.”

“So they don’t tell him the truth.”

“The truth doesn’t sound all that bad though. He-”

“If he finds out I’ve lied to him for half of his life, he will not forgive me for that. We tell each other all our crap because we’re the only ones that can understand what went on in that house and I can’t risk losing him.”

“There’s more to it,” you said. Dean shut his eyes and nodded. “Dean, what is it?”

“I stole money,” he said. “When I was eighteen. We needed food and rich people don’t notice when twenty, fifty bucks goes missing out of a drawer. If you just take a little, they don’t notice. Well, my father found out about it and threatened to have me arrested if we didn’t come to some kind of payment plan. He was proof and I don’t deny I did it. We needed-”

“You stole from my dad,” you said.

“I did. Money out of his desk drawer at work. He caught me red handed and in one second I thought my life and Sam’s lives were over. I just...started crying and he shut the door and he gave me some money and he took the rest of the afternoon off and we got some stuff like clothes and toothpaste and food and he gave me a job as a paralegal intern. I had no fucking idea what I was doing and he helped me get into school and I worked there and made way more than I did in the mailroom and he’d have dinner with Sammy and me at our place once a month. You have no idea how badly I wanted him to my dad. But we knew he had a real family so we tried not to bother him. By the time I got into med school, Sam was going into his first year and we were on our feet. I’d gotten a good job at a medical place but he checked in every once in a while. I didn’t know he’d died until I met you. I always thought we’d take him out and repay him someday. If he wasn’t kind that day...I’d have nothing.”

“I’ll share my father with you and Sam any day.” He smiled and you kissed him, Dean starting to relax. “So your dad has proof of you stealing money? How much?”

“I wasn’t particularly great at it. Sam and I both had jobs. It was probably a hundred bucks,” he said.

“How’d he get proof?” you asked.

“What do you mean?”

“How would he have proof of you stealing from some random person?” you asked.

“He has photos,” he said. “He showed me.”

“Photos of…”

“Me with the money.”

“Outside of someone’s house?” you asked.

“I was in my car,” he said. 

“Dean. Where was the car?”

“Outside...work,” he said, thinking to himself. “Your dad...he gave me money that day. There was never any proof. I just let him manipulate me again into doing what he wanted.”

“How much did you steal Dean. Altogether?”

“A few hundred bucks?”

“You donate some money to charity?” you asked as he nodded. “Your debt to society has been repaid, trust me. No more feeling guilty. Plus when my dad the lawyer lets you off the hook, it’s fine.”

“Sam still can’t know.”

“Sam’s been outside the door for most of this conversation,” he said. He turned around the corner, Tessa there with him. “Fuck, Dean. What happened to your face?”

“Are you okay?” Tessa asked, climbing up on the bed.

“I thought you had a hot date,” he said. “The both of you.”

“Jack’s just a friend,” she said.

“Eileen understands,” said Sam. “Besides, we both got a bad feeling after mom and dad showed up like that.”

“You really thought it was appropriate for an 18 year old to hear all that?” asked Dean.

“Considering all the shit I just learned about you at 18, I’d say I’m good,” said Tessa. She fidgeted a little and Dean sat up more.

“You can hug him. Carefully,” you said. She moved up to his other side and gave him a gentle one, Dean chuckling.

“I love you too, dork,” he said. He watched with a swallow as Sam stepped inside and moved the icepack from Dean’s body. Dean stared up and Sam sat on the edge of the bed, placing the pack back. “I’m-”

“You have nothing to apologize for. Nothing,” said Sam. “You protected me and that’s all there was to it. Everytime she calls, talking to her tonight, I still get manipulated too. I don’t know why they hate us so much and it’s wrong but you aren’t. Not you.”

“Y/N’s offered up their parents if we’d like to take ‘em,” said Dean.

“Mr. Y/L/N was your guys dad?” said Sam as you and Tessa nodded. “You know I met you once Tessa. You must have been five. You were bragging about something to do with kindergarten.”

“How’d you remember that?” she asked.

“Cause I was so fucking jealous of you. You were so happy,” he said. She looked down but Sam laughed. “It worked out how it was supposed to.”

“You’re a lawyer, can’t you like, do something?” she said, glancing at Dean. 

“Tessa, this isn’t that simple,” said Dean.

“Yeah, it is,” she said. He nodded and she relaxed some. “I don’t think you should pay anything. He should pay you while he’s at it.”

“Yeah,” he said, ruffling her head and wrapping his arm around her. He looked at Sam and then you before you nodded. He wouldn’t say anything about his father. Sam was grown and bigger than himself yet Dean still kept paying. With you and Tessa around, there was no way he was risking a thing.

“Sam,” you said. You both got up, Dean pouting when he realized he wasn’t getting up without some help. You walked down to Sam’s room and he shut the door, crossing his arms. “We can’t let him keep paying off your father. Tessa has a point. You’re a lawyer. What are our options?”

“There’s not blackmail evidence and our parents would claim it was a gift. The only things I can think of that we’d have a shot would be the incident tonight which he’d be out on bail like that anyways and...stuff that happened when we were kids.”

“Sam he came to our house.”

“I know,” he said, rubbing your arms. “Dean always gets quiet for a few days after something like this happens. Nobody is paying anything. I’ll make sure Dean doesn’t leave the house tomorrow morning.”

“What do you think John would do? Will do?”

“I don’t know. He’s an abusive dick, not a psychopath.”

“Did you ever tell my dad about this stuff?” 

“Dean did a bit I think.”

“Good,” you said as you left the room.

“Why good?”

“Because if I know my dad, he made a note of it and put it on record with a judge,” you said as you headed downstairs.

“Y/N,” said Dean from the end of the hall, leaning on Tessa. “Where are you going?”

“To see if dad ever reported John. Or at least kept a file on him. We still know the partners at his old firm. I’ll be back in an hour,” you said. “Two tops.”

“Sam go with her,” said Dean. “Please.”

“Tessa, put him back in bed and get him a fresh icepack in fifteen minutes. Get some food too, okay?” you said, tugging on your winter coat. “Oh and take Toast-”

“I got it,” she said.

“We’ll be back soon,” said Sam. “Hopefully with some good news.”

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A/N: Read Part 8 here!