#mr jay ‘i don’t know what to wear how to stand when he’s standing inside the foyer’ gatsby

[slozhnos]

gatsby when he sees daisy again

[bellarkeselection]

Hi

My requets is date night at a Blackhawks game with Jay Halstead where he proposes and they have the wedding at molly's where kelly severide is jay best man en Sylvie brett is yn maid of honor and they have a lovely wedding with a cake that is half coverd in a Police badge and a fire figther badge

With alot of fluff thank you

Molly's Wedding Celebration

FireFighters and Police Officers don’t have it easy. With the difficult situations, long hours and difficulty making relationships last. It all just comes with the job we've signed up for. The one thing that currently came with the job is that we all got a second family.

“So how's the future soon to be Mrs. Halstead?” Brett came over to me while we were getting ready at Will's apartment near Molly's.

Tucking hair behind my ear I chuckled with a bright smile. “I still can't believe he proposed to me at a Blackhawks game of all places.”

“You know you loved it. You've watched the video like ten times in the past two weeks.”

Whipping our heads around we both saw my soon to be husband Jay Halstead leaning in the doorway of the apartment with his arms crossed over his chest. “Jay!” I shrieked overjoyed to see him about to run up to him until Brett jumped in between us.

“What are you doing here? You can't be here. It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding!”

Jay shakes his head dangling a key in his fingers. “I have my brother’s spare key. Severide only took my car keys. So he doesn't know about this.”

“Well you don't get to keep them. Now get out of here.” Brett stomped forward, snatching the key from his fingers.

I gently grabbed her arm trying to stop her. “Brett, don't. He's okay.”

“But he's not supposed to see you-”

Jay raised his hands up slightly in surrender, shifting his gaze briefly over in my direction. “Technically we aren't doing an official formal wedding. So it shouldn’t be a big deal, Sylvie.”

“He’s right, Syl.” I touched her arm glancing towards the clock on the wall seeing it was almost time when we would be heading over to the bar everyone loved. I was wearing a knee length white dress, my light brown cowgirl boots and my hair was curled on the ends. “We're not doing an official ceremony. Speaking of, I think it’s time we make this happen, don't you say Jay?”

My fiancé smirked, holding his hand out for me to take. “Let's do this, Y/n.”

Jay and I headed over with Brett who held open the door letting us inside the local bar first before she ran over to her spit at the end of the bar that we had our own little ulter built at. Jay dropped his hand from mine going to stand up beside Kelly Severide who had been named his best man since we had allowed his brother Will to officiate the ceremony.

My father moved through the crowd of people offering me his arm once he had reached my side. “Your mother and I wouldn’t have minded to pay for a wedding venue but I must say this feels much closer than that probably would have felt.”

“Molly’s is home for me and Jay. It’s the first place we actually met. So it wouldn’t feel truly us if it was done anywhere else in Chicago.”

My father kissed the crown of my head before we paused at the edge of the stage. “Treat her well, Halstead or I’ll come after you.”

“I’ll treat her right, sir.” Jay held out his hand with my father placing my hand in his.

Stepping up onto the wooden stage with our hands intertwined together we kept our eyes focused on one another. Will came up to us smirking his dorky grin while shifting his gaze from me to his brother before he started performing the ceremony. “Growing up I always thought that I would be the one to get married first, but now I couldn’t be happier to see my little brother to be tying the knot. Y.n, you clearly love my brother enough to become his wife. You have the passion as we all do in this room and you both bring out the best in one another. So can I get the rings to marry these two?’

“We’ve got them.” Brett and Severide each held up one wedding ring, one for me and one for Jay handing them to the older Halstaed brother.

Will each handed us a ring shifting his focus onto me first. “Y/n, do you take this man to be your husband?”

“I do.”

He eyed his brother. “Jay, do you take this woman to be your wife?”

“I do.”

Will put a hand on each of our shoulders letting us slip the rings on the other hand. “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” Jay takes a step towards me cupping my face in his hands, deeply kissing me.

Wrapping my arms around his neck I deepened the already passionate kiss that he had started. Shortly afterwards we heard loud cheers and clapping from everyone in the crowd telling us that we needed to break the long kiss. Shifting my gaze over to the bar we saw Hermin and Gabby coming out of the back room carrying the wedding cake we had ordered. The cake had been designed to be half police badges and the other half was fireman badges.

“Wow. It turned out awesome.” I gasped in shock walking up to once they had sat it down on the main bar table letting everyone gather around.

Casey came through the crowd holding up my fireman jacket for me to see. “I figured you’d want your new last name on your uniform now.” The jacket was somewhat cleaned and Jay’s last name was now stitched on the back in big yellow letters in the spot where my last name had previously been.

“Thank you, Matt.” I slipped it on over my dress, sending Gabby a smirk since she was holding my bouquet of flowers. “Gabby, let’s do the toss now.”

She handed me my bouquet and dragged Brett over into the crowd with her and all the other single ladies. For a while most of us in both departments have been seeing the connection forming between Brett and Casey so now was the perfect time for them to finally tie the knot after so many years of working together. Turning around I gently tossed it up in the air and the bouquet appeared to be going into Gabby’s hands until she ducked down. “You’re the next Firehouse girl to get married, Sylivie Brett!” I squealed before the flowers got dropped into my maid of honor's hands.

“How long have you been planning for me and Casey to get married, Y.n?” She chuckled with Casey wrapping his arm around her waist.

Jay comes to stand beside me, sending the couple a smirk. “Basically since I asked this one to marry me.”

“Alright everyone, the first round of drinks are on me!” Severide announced to everyone and we all cheered overjoyed to know that everything we had planned had turned out as we wanted it to. Molly’s represented the same thing as our wedding cake did. That all first responders and medical professionals of Chicago have all become a large and loving family.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[feverhee]

< mr. romantic. > 

pairing : jay x fem ! reader genre, trope : smut, established relationship, kinda crack too idk warnings : blowjob, deepthroat, mentions of period

yui : idk about this i just wanted to write a jay & blowjob 😭

It’s a Sunday evening and you’re just on the couch, scrolling through your phone lazily when your boyfriend comes out of your shared room. You believe his game with his friends just ended because he stopped yelling already on the mic like seven minutes ago. You raise your head up to look at Jay, the sound of the tiktok video left playing continues while you stare up at him. “What?”

Your boyfriend only gives a smile and you already know what it means; you know him too well. You pucker your lips and raise a hand to feel him over the fabric of his sweats. Jay’s breath hitches as soon as you put the littlest pressure on his crotch. “What did you do?” you ask and chuckle. “Were you watching hentai?”

“No, what the hell?” Jay denies and clicks his tongue. “Can we just get down to it? It’s…it’s really hard, it's getting painful, love.”

“I’m on my period, Jay,” you pout at him again, looking up with those doe eyes unknowingly. Jay gulps as he looks at you and comes to a realization that he’s never gotten a head from you. Jay has always been careful and loving even when you’re having sex that he’s never wandered into the thoughts of doing dirty things to you. It’s always ‘making love’ with you and not ‘fucking’ you. It’s always even on missionary because he thinks it’s so lovely and romantic and he has the access to your lips so he could kiss you as much as he wants where you should be kissed. “Can’t you just jerk off or something?”

“Can you just give me a blowjob instead?” he asks and his face almost immediately turns red. Your jaw drops and you look away, chest about to explode. “I’m sorry.”

You look up at him again and let out a stifled laugh. “No, it’s okay. I’m just shocked. Mr. Romantic guy is asking for a head.” With a giggle, you grab Jay’s hands and pull him closer - closer until he is standing between your spread legs. “I’m not really good at this. I’ve never given anyone a blowjob before. Will you be okay?”

“Can’t judge if I’ve never had a head before, right?” Jay caresses your cheek and smiles a little too excitedly when your eyes fall to his crotch again. “You’re the best for me anyway, no matter what you do.”

You let out a soft giggle again and lightly punch him in the stomach. He never fails to make you feel all the butterflies, heck maybe you could feel a whole forest inside you whenever he praises you even for the smallest things you do. You always feel so loved by him and no one has ever made you feel the same before Jay came.

He pulls his shirt off and acts a little silly by throwing it to the side while wiggling his eyebrows at you. “Stop that. Get me into the mood, don’t be funny!” you laugh at him, only stopping when Jay leans down and breathes softly, air hitting your lips before he takes them for a kiss. It starts so soft and gradually becomes an open mouth kiss. You could feel how needy he is and you pull away just when he starts sucking your tongue. “Why are you so horny? No way you didn’t watch something.”

“I didn’t, I swear,” Jay says and you both chuckle. “Check my history.” 

He stands up straight, his shaft so hard it’s about to poke its way out of the sweats he’s wearing. You finally pull the clothing down with anticipation, heart thumping, you’ve seen his dick too many times but never so close. It springs out, tip already oozing with precum and veins about to pop.

You bite an excited smile back as you wrap your fingers around it, circling your thumb at the tip to spread the wetness all over it. Maybe this feels odd and hot at the same time. You could clearly feel his veins against your palm and you could almost feel his dick pulsating in your gentle grip - so gentle and so soft it’s only making Jay go harder than he already is. When you start to move your hand, jerking him off, you put your lips so close to his tip at the same time that Jay had to close his eyes for a second. He didn’t think seeing your face near his cock would be something much needed and also something that could probably give him a heart attack or something.

“Look at me,” you bite your tongue as you smile up at him, getting into the mood and feeling naughty after seeing his reaction. When Jay opens his eyes, the tongue that was once trapped between your teeth extends out to give him a little lick. Jay lets out a heavy breath and his lips morph into a smirk as he rubs a hand on his chin, unable to believe this sight and this feeling.

“Fuck,” he mutters and bucks his hips a little, dick sliding to the side of your face, making you giggle softly. You grab it again, taking him into your mouth without warning and sucking him like your favorite lollipop once and letting go with a pop. “Fuck, fuck,” his voice cracks. All he could do is curse while his chest heaves. “Is this really your first time?”

“Yeah,” you nod and stick your tongue out, slapping it with his cock. 

“I don’t believe you. You look like you know how to do this really well.” Jay reaches out for your hair, grabbing it in a ponytail, making you moan a little. He never does that and now you feel like he needs to do it more. You were definitely missing out.

“Hey, if I get this into my throat, can I get a reward?”

“Can you take a deepthroat?” Jay smirks, pulling your hair from the back, making your neck stretch a little and then his eyes dart on your throat.

“I think,” you say with a shrug. You’re just assuming you could because you don’t really gag that easily, and maybe you’re really curious that you’ve read blowjob techniques before but Jay doesn’t have to know about that. “Give me your Nintendo Switch?”

“I’ll even buy you one,” he casually says and you almost let out a whimper. 

“Gosh, the urge to call you daddy.”

“I don’t mind. You wanna call me daddy, hm?”

You hum and nod your head, mouthing ‘daddy’ before taking him into your mouth again, deeper this time, letting his tip touch just the back of your tongue. You let him go with a pop again, immediately licking the underside of his cock after, tracing the veins from his base to the tip and then swirling your tongue around before taking him in once more.

Jay’s eyebrows furrow when you hollow your cheeks around him, his grip on your hair tightens as your nails dig into the skin of his hips, and your eyes are locked in a staring game all the while. You pull away and gulp, then you get off the couch to kneel down on the floor, in front of his standing figure.

Jay lets go of your hair and holds your jaw instead, doing it his way and pushing his cock into your mouth, slowly, slowly, feeling it get tighter as he slips into your throat. You breathe through your nose, eyes tearing up a little. Jay lets out deep groans as he starts to buck his hips little by little, your eyes still locked with each other. Oh, those eyes glistening with tears under him right now.

When he pulls out, you gasp for air and laugh softly. You don’t take a long rest now that you found out what you’re capable of doing. You grab his shaft again. His hand finds your hair again as well. You quickly lick his underside just like before, then you take his balls into your mouth while pumping him with your hand. A string of profanities comes past his pretty lips before biting his bottom lip as soon as you spit on his tip. 

“Ah, ah, ah,” Jay whispers, making you open your mouth. He watches your spit drip back into your mouth before pushing his shaft in and losing control, just fucking your face while staring down at you with furrowed eyebrows and lustful eyes. You bob your head to his rhythm as well and hollow your cheeks, making Jay lose his mind further. You could feel your cunt throbbing and all you could do is move your hips, trying to get the slightest friction at least.

“So good, love,” he breathes out. “You’re so good, love, I’m gonna cum,” he says, repeating it several times. You pulled away and started to pump him really fast until hot thick liquid came spurting out of his small slit, catching most of it with your mouth while some drew white lines over the skin of your hot cheeks. “Fuck.”

“Yeah, fuck,” your words were a bit incoherent, not knowing what to do with the cum in your mouth. “Do I swallow?”

“What?” Jay asks, unable to understand you clearly. “Oh, spit it out. Here,” he hands you the shirt he discarded earlier.

You spit it out completely and wipe the strings of his cum on your face. “I don’t know about the taste,” you chuckle and get up to hug Jay’s waist while looking up. “But getting a little dirtier than usual is quite fun.”

“Should we…”

“I love your romantic side, Jay, I really do. But, uhm, maybe…”

“Maybe I should eat you out when your period is over,” Jay suggests and wiggles his eyebrows as he sits you both down on the couch. You jokingly agree with the same silly face. He then takes your lips in an open mouth kiss again, getting deeper and deeper until you’re lying on your back with him hovering over you. He pulls away and brushes your hair with his fingers. “Your mouth tastes disgusting right now.”

“This is the taste of your dick!”

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[fluffi]

MY DETENTION BUDDY :: JAY

pairing: jay x gn!reader genre: fluff, badboy!jay, highschool!au, friends-enemies-lovers!au word count: 2k event: for @lovesick-net​​ and (early) jay day 200421 <3 author’s note: simple little one-shot for jay’s birthday (i wont be uploading anything for his actual birthday). i had to speedrun this fic because i kept changing the plot and this hasnt been proofread twice (unlike my other fics) T-T i hope it’ll still work out. warnings: (reader makes one bad decision)

Ring...ring...ring...ring..ring…

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring

Ringringringringiringringringring.

RIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRRI-SLAM!

The alarm clock stopped its boisterous wailing

10 more minutes. I don’t have to style my hair today.

Thirty minutes passed.

RIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRI- SLAM!

Ugh. I’ll just miss assembly.

RIRIRIIRRIRIRI-

This time, the ringing stopped before he could slam his hand over the alarm clock.

“Jongseong, do you not have school today?” Jay could only make out a bush of black that stood above him as he sat up, dazed and drowsy.

“Yeah, I do. I’m about to get ready. Why?”

“It’s 9 am! You should be at school! At this point, you don’t even have to go anymore.” His mother huffed in disappointment.

It was an exaggeration, but she had a point. School started at eight in the morning. It was already an hour later but he was still sitting in bed.

“I’ll get ready now. 10 minutes. Good to go.” He shooed his mom away, already running to the bathroom to wash up.

“I’m leaving now Jay. You know darn well that I have an important meeting today and I can’t miss it just for you to not get a tardy. Heck, you’re already late! You’re-”

“Mom! I can’t walk to school! It takes too long.” Jay whined as he brushed his teeth, his muffled voice interrupting his mother’s speech.

“Young man, stop interrupting me. I told you a week ago about today’s event and it’s not my fault that my oldest son can’t take care of himself. You’re going to have to take another mode of transport, you’re old enough to deal with this yourself!” With that, his mother stormed out of his room, her feet obnoxiously thumping on the floor.

“I’m also your only son...” Jay muttered. 

Of all days, why did she have to have her meeting today? Monthly evaluations aren’t that important. Dangit, I should’ve been taught how to drive. Jay returned to his rapid multitasking, grabbing his school uniform while washing his face. He didn’t even look twice,

After taking the quickest shower he had ever taken in his entire life and shoving all of his essential (what he determined as essential, at least) belongings into his bag, he opened to door and dashed outside only to be met with…

Rain.

Rain everywhere. Drenching the front yard’s perfectly tended flower garden and creating heaps of watery mud. It was pouring at 9.15 am. There was thunder and occasional flashes of light zooming through the clouds. The city was in shambles.

Not like, shamble, shambles. It was shambles in Jay’s opinion as he groaned and stomped his way through the rain.

Screw school. Screw this stupid rain, screw my alarm clock, screw this-

“Dude, why are you running in the rain? You’re soaked. Are you heading to school?” A pink-haired boy in a red Ferrari shouted from across the street.

Jay sighed in relief, immediately running across the road to said Ferrari. “Choi Yeonjun. You are a life-saver. Could I get a ride real quick? I’ll pay back for engine fees and for soaking the inside of your Ferrari with rainwater.”

“Hop right in, and don’t worry about returning. Let’s have some fun with this baby.” Yeonjun smirked and revved the engine, swerving past cars and buildings like it was a little RPG game.

At this rate, I’ll make it to school in no time.

“Dude, I’m so sorry. I guess you have to walk.”

Just as he thought things were taking a better turn, Yeonjun decides to show off his new driving skills and zooms through roads at a rapid speed, so fast that he crashed the car by a tree. It was a miracle that both of them didn’t get hurt but as far as Jay was concerned, he could worry about that some other time. This was just slowing him down on his long and tedious journey towards his form of hell.

On the bright side, the rain had stopped and the sunshine was back as if nothing had happened.

“I’ll get going to school.” Jay internally groaned and started sprinting in the direction of his school.

“Hey, at least I helped you get closer to school! Didn’t I?” Yeonjun shouted from behind and coyly smiled.

Such a boastful punk, Jay thought. “Whatever, bro!” He turned back and gave his older friend a quick wave before dashing off.

“Park Jongseong! You’re late...again.”

“I’m aware.” Jay didn’t spare his English teacher an eye and slung his backpack over the chair, about to take a seat.

“Stop giving me attitude, I’m your teacher.Why are you tardy for the fourth time this month?”

“Alarm clock.”

“Alarm clock what? Are you afraid to speak up? I don’t see you acting like this in the hallways.”

Jay looked down at his feet and sighed before side-eyeing his teacher. “Overslept, okay? Sir if you could just let me off the hook you would be able to proceed with your Shakespeare nonsense.”

The entire class snickered. It was no secret that Jay loathed Mr. Jung, the English teacher. Who didn’t? Mr. Jung treated every student in school like they were incapable toddlers and it was a wonder that anyone would dare to stand up to his stupid remarks. Jay’s carefree attitude towards his horrible teachers was one of the reasons why he earned so many fangirls.

Not like you were one, of course. You watched as he pulled his chair out and sat next to you out of the three other vacant seats at the back of the class.

Mr. Jung rolled his eyes and continued writing on the blackboard. “Also, Jongseong,” he added, “you’re wearing your school shirt the wrong way round. See you in detention for your tardiness.”

A few of the girls in a few seats in front of him whispered rapidly, although whispering didn’t stop Jay from finding out about their gossip.

“Lol! So much for being the bad boy of our grade. He looks like a wreck today.”

“I know right? I wonder what the other fangirls will think of this. Should we send the pictures to the fan club?”

The second girl giggled. “Yeah, duh. Name it jay-park-wreck-images.”

So much for my reputation. Jay could only roll his eyes as he pulled out his supplies, ignoring the camera clicks coming from the seats in front of him.

“Oh, yay. At least I’ll have a detention buddy now.”

Jay eyed you up and down like your statement was some sort of monstrosity. “Detention? You, detention? Pfft.” He laughed.

“Yeah, Jay. Me, detention. Why are you so happy about it? Glad to be stuck with another girl?”

“What, no-no. You just...don’t seem like the type to be in detention. How’d you get it?”

“This..may be kind of embarrassing, but...” You turned to the side and Jay gasped.

On the sleeve of your uniform was a...rabbit? It wasn’t too obvious as to what the marker doodle was but it was apparent that you had intentionally spent time to draw on it.

“Look, I was bored in assembly this morning and found a spare marker in my pocket! Don’t judge, we all know how bad assembly can be.” You blurted just as Jay was about to ask why you had done what you did.

“You could’ve just drawn on your hand or done something else with the marker.” Jay sighed and shook his head at your dumb decision.

“I was out of my mind, okay? Ugh, Assembly always drives me nuts. I got called out for for the horrendous ink bleed when Mr. Jung saw as I walked into the classroom. He said it ‘didn’t follow school guidelines’.”

“For once, I agree with Mr. Jung. It was a stupid choice, you know? If you didn’t draw on your uniform then you wouldn’t have to go to detention now.”

“Jay Park, the bad boy of school, is telling me to be a rule abider. Biggest twist of the century.” You rolled your eyes.

Jay frowned and turned back at you, losing that little spark in his eyes that he once kept. “I’m not a bad boy you know? I just don’t like the system in place here.”

“As if anyone is going to believe that. Go hang out with another girl of yours. I’m not here to be your toy.”

“People like you are the reason why everyone thinks I’m a bad person. I thought you were different, you know?”

You had been preoccupied with taking notes for class, but now you looked at him with squinted eyes. “Well, I am different. Different as In someone who doesn’t fall for your useless charms. Go suck up to your fangirls or something.”

Jay rolled his eyes and scooted away from you. He thought he had been lucky to meet you, but he guessed not.

You always do this, you idiot. You were so close to making a new friend.

You put your hands in your head and side-eyed Jay, who seemed to be struggling as Mr. Jung blurted out an entire unit’s summary.

The boy hadn’t brought any stationery and was definitely on the wrong page of the textbook. You figured that he was this disheveled from his absolute lack of planning but you still felt bad.

His hair was a mess, it was still damp from the rain before. If only you could help him style it…

Why do I want to touch his hair? That’s weird and gross.

You were so occupied with thinking about Jay that you realized that he was still struggling in class.

Maybe you could make things better.

“I’m sorry.”

Jay was struggling to find the page you guys were on for class when a pencil blocked his view.

“What do you want?” He said as he tried to look past your pencil swinging.

“It’s a pencil for you since I realized that your table is practically empty and you’re going to need something to take notes with for later. Also, it’s page 153, not 53.” You leaned over to help him flip the pages.

“Oh, that makes so much more sense. I was wondering why we were relearning unit 3 when finals aren’t even near yet.”

You raised your eyebrows, looking up at a relieved Jay. “So you do pay attention in class.”

“Of course I do! I’m a student. You should stop using that stereotype on me.” Jay frowned and a tinge of disappointment shadowed his face.

“Right, I know. I’m sorry. I’m trying to work on it, it’s rumors and assumptions that have built up over the past few years and I understand that it shouldn’t get in the way of our friendship.”

“Friendship? We have a friendship?” Jay chuckled and cocked an eyebrow up, teasing you.

Maybe it was that eyebrow slit or the weird tension that was building up between the both of you. You felt your face heat up. “I mean- yeah, friendship. Are we not friends?”

“I don’t know, hun. I thought we were something more.”

“Um...best...friends?”

It was perfect timing as the bell rang and you immediately started packing things into your bag, eyes glued to the clock instead of the amused boy next to you.

Jay laughed, running his hands through his blonde locks and watching as you started running out of class, your eyes occasionally looking back at him to see if he was still staring at you.

“See you in detention!” He called, drawing the attention of your classmates.

Jay Park needs to learn how to shut his mouth. Everyone was now staring at you and you were flustered, embarrassed, shocked, and confused. The weird mix of emotions were driving you nuts. All you could muster was a little nod and you dashed out of there as fast as you could.

“Today we’re going to learn about Murphy’s Law. It is where anything that can go wrong will go wrong.”

“But everything that can work, will work.” Jay raised his hand and added, sparing a glance at you jotting notes in the back of the classroom, oblivious to his reference towards you.

“You’re right Jay. Murphy’s Law works both ways. Reversing it is considered part of science…”

Today morning was a storm (figuratively and literally) and everything seemed to be going wrong for Jay. Murphy’s Law prevails. but there’s always a rainbow after the storm. You were his rainbow and his lucky charm.

2021 © fluffi

[word-scribbless]

Oh Baby part 5

(As a teacher who took many child development courses, I know I made Amelia talk more than a normal one year old but I’m taking some creative liberties haha 😂. Just assume she’s a baby genius!)

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It was the night before Amelia’s first birthday, and the day they would sign the paperwork for Gibbs to officially adopt her. Gibbs and Y/N stood over their daughters crib, leaning against each other, after tucking her in.

“You ready to legally become this little girls daddy tomorrow?” Y/N said as she leaned over Amelia’s crib to stroke the sleeping girl’s cheek.

“Been ready” he smiled and kissed Y/N’s head.

“She’ll officially be Amelia Gibbs!” She whispered as they walk from the nursery to their room, hand in hand.

“You ever think about being a Gibbs too?” He asked as they sat down on the edge of their bed.

Y/N froze slightly and turned to him.

“All the time” she answered truthfully, reaching to touch his face. “but” she continued and looked at him a little sad.

“J you know that with or with out an us, you’ll still be Amelia’s dad right?” She asked him. She knew he loved her, but never wanted to force him to take another step with her because he felt like he had to or because of Amelia.

“Do ya not wanna marry me?” He asked.

“No! I do!” She corrected quickly and he smiled lightly. “God of course I do! Being your wife would mean so much to me! But I don’t want you to feel like you have to marry me because I’m legally Amelia’s mom.”

“That’s not the reason I brought it up” he stated matter of factly and cupped her face.

“You said you’d never get married again” she reminded.

“Then I fell in love with you.” He said with a smirk. He knew she was just trying to make sure he was comfortable moving forward, and he loved her for that.

“J” she smiled. He loved that she never questioned his love for her, she took him for his word and he would never lie to her because of that.

“I bought this a week before you told me about Amelia.” He said, pulling out a beautiful simple engagement ring from his night stand.

“You- you had this ring all that time!” She gasped and ran a finger gently over the band while the other hand cupped his hands. He nodded and smiled at her reaction.

“You bought a ring and I dumped you!” She said and looked so hurt at the idea that she hurt him like that. He quickly shook his head, moving a hand to her cheek to sooth her worried look.

“When I found out why, I knew I loved you even more. I know I’m not great at marriages” he chuckled “but, with you and Amelia i don’t want to run. I want us.” He smiled and reached into the drawer again.

“Bought these the week after we got back together.” He said pulling out 2 wedding bands that had all 3 of their initials carved on the inside.

“I love you!” She said through tears “and I love how sweet you are, but I’ll keep it a secret.” She smiled. She loved how loving and gentle he was, and that only her and Amelia got to see it.

“I love you!” He answered as he pulled her into his lap and kissed her.

“Did you just ask me to marry you?” She asked against his lips.

“Not yet” he laughed

“You gonna?” She asked and he smirked at her before nodding and taking the engagement ring from the box.

Gibbs took her hand and kissed her ring finger.

“Y/N y/l/n I love you, I love our family. You and Amelia make me a better man” he got choked up and she wiped a tear from his cheek. “I don’t ever want it any other way. So, will you do me the honor of being a Gibbs too? Will you marry me?”

“Yes! Yes of course!” She said as he slid the ring in her finger and kissed her.she wrapped him in a hug and tucked her head into his neck. “That was so well worded for a functional mute.” She giggled into his neck and heard him huff a laugh before she kissed the skin there.

“You should keep these out too!” She said sitting back up and taking the wedding bands from him.

He raised an eye brow to ask why.

“tomorrow! I- I want to get married tomorrow!”

She said grabbing something from her drawer.

“Wasn’t sure if I was going to bring it up or not but... I looked into what we need to do to make us official tomorrow too.”

“Tomorrow?”

She nodded with a shy smile and took his hand.

“We can wait but” she started and he stopped her saying.

“No! Tomorrow is good.”

“I wasn’t expecting the rings or the proposal but, I want this and I don’t want to wait!” She smiled and kissed her.

“Me either! I’ll keep these with Amelia’s ring for now.” He said and turned back to his bed side table.

“What?” She asked.

“Made her one too”

“You! You did?”

“Yeah it’s wooden, figured she could wear it as a necklace once it doesn’t fit anymore and right now just for pictures but.”

“I love you!” She said cutting him off with a kiss.

“I love you! Ready to be a Gibbs tomorrow?” He asked, kissing her back.

“I’m ready right now! But I’ll settle for tomorrow!” She said pulling him down into the bed with her.

They next morning Y/N woke up to Amelia’s calls for them both and the bed gently shifting as he got up to get her.

“Guess our little girl is excited for her big day!” She said, moving to follow her soon to be husband.

“Come on mrs gibbs let’s go see our girl” He said as he reached his hand out for her.

“I love the sound of that!”

They walked into Amelias room to her clapping, excited to see them there.

“Well hi there our big one year old!” Gibbs cooed as he scooped Amelia from her crib.

“You’re a whole year old today! And officially becoming a Gibbs!” Y/N smiled, what a big day for you bug!” She said and Amelia giggled moved in gibbs arms to hold her mom’s.

“Thank you y/N. Gibbs smiled and kissed Amelia’s head and then Y/N’s. He may not have said for what, but she knew.

“You’ve always been her daddy Jethro! Thank you for wanting this.” She answered and tucked into his side.

After eating breakfast they walked back to Amelia’s room to get ready for the day.

“What do you say Ami! Ready to become Gibbses!” She said tickling her side

Amelia let out a happy squeal and babbled yeah yeah yeah!”

“Me too little one!”

Gibbs smiled as Y/N scooped Amelia from his arms and started to change her diaper. He went to get the little dress they’d picked out and the bow head band.

“Let’s get you ready little miss!” He smiled as he moved to put the dress over her head. “Mommy and Daddy are getting married today so let’s let momma go get all fancy too huh?” He said to the little girl, causing Y/N to smile and move to let Gibbs finish getting their daughter ready.

She stopped right before she pulled her dress on and panicky rushed back to Gibbs.

“A witness!”

“I think mommy’s going coocoo Miss meali” he laughed.

“No Jethro! I didn’t get a witness to be there so we can get married!”

“I’ve got it covered!” He said scooping up a fully dressed Amelia. And spinning her around.

“Our 1 year old doesn’t could as a witness Jay!”

He smirked “I’m aware.”

“So you asked someone?”

He nodded

She huffed “okay I see you nodding but I’m actually gonna need words for this one!”

“Ducky is meeting us at noon.”

“Ahh you think of everything! I love you! And you!” She said kissing them both.

“We love you too! No go get ready!” He chuckled and pushed her back to their room.

At the court house the three of them were all smiles as Amelia and then Y/N became official Gibbs girls. Amelia clung to her Poppa the whole time they were going through the adoption process. When everything was official Y/N and Jethro locked eyes, both brimming with happy tears. They laughed as Amelia noticed her daddy’s tears and wiped them with her little hands before saying “Poppa!” To make him smile. Then looking at Y/N and repeating the process.

“We aren’t sad baby! We are so happy to be a family.” Y/N smiled as Gibbs kissed Amelia’s cheek and said “not sad tears princess, they’re I Love You tears.”

She giggle as he tickled her belly and she cooed “uv ouuuu!” To her parents.

Shortly after, ducky arrived and they prepared for the next big event of the day. Gibbs held Amelia in one arm and Y/N’s hand with the other.

The ceremony was short and sweet and very Gibbs like with no fuss. He promised himself that after everything was said and done he’d plan any kind of party or ceremony she’d want , but he loved that just their little family and a close friend was here for this one.

“Jethro, y/n said before she slid his ring on his hand. “thank you, for choosing and loving me and Amelia every single day, and letting us choose and love you. You two are my everything and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” She smiled through tears as she slid on his ring.

Jethro cleared his throat and took her hand. “Not much for words, but I’d write a book for you girls. I love you both so much and always will.” He said and Y/N wiped a tear from his cheek and took Amelia so he could get her ring from Ducky and slide it on her finger.

After they were officially husband and wife,

Ducky hugged them all and said “well Gibbs family, I will see you soon. Are you going to tell the team about this?” He said pointing to their rings.

“Let’s test their skill.” Gibbs joked

“My bet is Tony notices first.” Y/N laughed and ducky shook his head

“I say abs” Gibbs countered and looked at Amelia.

“What do you think meali who will notice mommy and daddy’s rings first?” He asked her with a laugh.

“IVA!” She squealed her version of Ziva’s name and ducky laughed.

“I think she’s on to something, I’ll see you three this evening.”

“Hey Duck” Gibbs said jogging after him while Y/N stood talking and giggling with Amelia.

“Thank you for doing this. Glad you were here.” He continued.

“Oh my dear boy” Ducky said patting his back. “Thank you for letting me be here. You take care of them.” He said nodding towards the girls.

“Always” Gibbs smiled.

A few hours later Y/N and Andi had the whole house decorated and ready for Amelia’s birthday party, while Josh and Gibbs entertained the girls in the back yard.

“So you really did it, tied the knot huh?” Josh asked Gibbs as they held the girls hands while they kick balls around the yard.

“Yup” Gibbs answered with a smile.

“Andi said Y/N wasn’t so sure you’d be up for marriage again. Said she didn’t mind either way, but I know that she is thrilled to be your wife.”

“Pretty thrilled to have her as my wife.” He smirked and Josh smiled.

“Poppa!” Amelia squealed from the grass, he kneeled down and scooped her up.

“What’s up little girl?”

She smile and nuzzled her face against his.

“Someone else is thrilled to be your family too.”

Josh smiled and scooped up Riley.

Gibbs just smiled and kissed Amelia’s head.

“I’m a lucky man Josh.” He stated and went to go find his wife.

“Hey!” She said as he found her in the kitchen and pulled her into a family hug.

“Momma!” Amelia giggled and kissed her face.

“What are you two doing?” She smiled and leaned back into her husband.

“Just missed ya!” He said , she smiled and caught his lips with hers before they heard the doorbell ring.

They walked to get it together, wanting Amelia to greet her first guests. She clapped as they opened the door to the whole team. Abby scooped her up out of Gibbs arms (after making sure Gibbs kissed her first so she wouldn’t scream) and carried her off to play.

Gibbs was sitting with ducky and McGee when Tony walked over.

“Boss, for a man who said he wanted to stay single... you got pretty lucky.”

“I sure did DiNozzo.”

He laughed before he heard Ziva yell “NO WAY!” From the kitchen.

He turned around to see Ziva holding y/N’s hand and staring at her rings.

“So very lucky!” Tony said earning a smile from Gibbs. Then he proceeded to make a comment about having 5 wives that quickly earned him a Gibbs slap.

“Guess Amelia won the bet” Y/N said laughing

“What do you mean?”

“We took bets on who would notice first and meals picked you!” She said to Ziva.

“My girl!” Ziva said scooping her up.

“Who said me?” McGee asked, and practically outed when they all looked guilty.

“Sorry Mcoblivious.” Tony laughed and Amelia pouted at him and turned to time.

“We lug ou -I’m -im!” She smiled as she reached for him,

The Gibbs family enjoyed their day with their little found family. Amelia loved her cake and playing with the bows from her presents.

Finally they sat with the last present. It was from Gibbs and y/n was just as out of the loop as everyone else about it. Amelia (with Y/N’s help unwrapped a beautiful jewlrey box.

“Did you make this?” Y/n asked Gibbs with tears in her eyes.

“I did” he nodded.

The box looked exactly like the one Y/N’s grandmother had given her when she was a baby.

“Jethro this is so perfect!”

“Gonna share with the class?” Tony butted in.

“Sorry” y/n laughed “um when I was growing up my grandmother gave me a jewelry box like this and when I turned 18 she gave me our family heirloom locket to go with it.” she touched the locket on her neck. “The jewlrey box was ruined in a flood and this.” She sniffed “this is one Jethro made for Amelia! She can put her ring in there” she said to Gibbs, “and the locket when she turns 18.” She smiled so widely as she watched their daughter run her hand along the carved box.

“Who are you and what have you done with our boss” Tony said to Gibbs and was met by a glare from both Gibbs and his daughter.

“Of all the things she could learn from you she gets the glare!?” Y/N laughed and hugged them both.

What a perfect first official day as a family.

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The Accidental Wife PT. 1

A Bruce Wayne x Reader AU!

Warnings: Explicit Language Author’s Note: I don’t remember what brought this story into existence, but rereading the parts I’ve written remind me of how enjoyable it was to make it! Enjoy! -Thorne

Her hand pressed the button on her alarm clock, and she sat up in bed; her hand moved to her phone and she picked it up, looking at the time. Eight-thirty…Time to get the boys up. She rose from the bed and stretched, feeling her bones pop, then she folded her sheets up and moved into the hallway. (Y/N) opened the first door and peeked her head in.

           “Jay? Time to get up baby.” She heard a grunt and she smiled, closing the door and moving to the door across from it. She stepped inside and moved beside her son’s bed; (Y/N) placed a hand on his back and rubbed. “Timmy? Time to wake up Hun.” He groaned and she snorted, patting his back. “Don’t make me come in here again Timmy. I’ll bring cold water next time.” He weakly tossed a hand up and she laughed before walking to the hallway; she moved down the steps and into the kitchen, starting breakfast. A few minutes later, her second oldest stepped inside and moved to the table; she smiled at him as she flipped the bacon in the skillet. “Morning baby.”

           “Mornin’ Ma.”

           “Sleep well?” He nodded and set his books on the table; she eyed them. “History and Business Management?” Jason nodded again.

           “Midterm exams are today.” (Y/N) placed a plate in front of him.

           “You ready for it?” He huffed a laugh.

           “They’re my fortes Ma.” (Y/N) ruffled his hair and placed a kiss on his head.

           “I know they are. Your teachers always told me that when we’d go to parent-teacher conferences.” She moved back to the refrigerator and grabbed the orange juice, setting it down on the table. “You’ll do fine.” Jason smiled at her and she tipped her head to the stairs. “Timothy Jackson! Do not make me come up those stairs to wake you up again!” Jason laughed as she set another plate down.

           “Timmy stay up all night again?” (Y/N) shrugged.

           “Probably. Kid’s gonna run himself into the ground if he doesn’t sleep soon.” Jason chuckled, and a few minutes later, a groggy Tim came down the stairs, shuffling into the kitchen to the table. They watched him sit down and stare at his plate. (Y/N) set a hand on his shoulder. “Timmy? You okay?”

           “…ffee…”

           “What?”

           “Coffee.”

           “Magic word?”

           “Please.” (Y/N) smiled and set a cup down in front of him, watching as he picked it up and drank from it.

           “Better?” He nodded.

           “Much.” (Y/N) snorted and went into the kitchen again, putting dishes into the sink, then, the sound of the door opening and closing came into the house.

           “Mom…I’m home!” (Y/N) tipped her head into the hallway and smiled.

           “Dickie! What are you doing here all the way from Blüdhaven?” Dick grinned and put his hands on his hips.

           “Can’t I come home and see my family?” (Y/N) rolled her eyes and opened her arms, laughing as he walked into them. He picked her up and bear-hugged her; then, he put her down and moved into the kitchen. “Jay! Timmy! What’s hanging little brothers?” (Y/N) listened to her sons go back in forth as she stepped to the table and sat down; she stared at them.

           “Mom? Is everything alright?” She looked up at Dick and smiled.

           “Yeah baby…just been awhile since all of us have sat down at the table for breakfast…I missed it.” They gave sad smiles and Dick took her hand.

           “Sorry Mom.” (Y/N) shook her head and squeezed his hand.

           “Don’t be sorry baby.” She paused and looked at her sons. “My babies are grown and living their best lives. What more could I ask for?” Her son’s smiles grew, and she leaned on her other hand. “So, what’s our agendas for today?”

           “I have my midterms today, then I’m going to work.” She nodded at Jason, then looked at Tim.

           “I have classes and my internship at Wayne Enterprises today.”

           “How’s that going?” He nodded.

           “It’s going well. Mr. Wayne is an excellent boss.”

           “Seems like you’re learning a lot from him?” Tim glanced at Dick and opened his mouth to speak, but Jason beat him to it.

           “I’m still surprised you’re actually working with The Bruce Wayne.” Tim shrugged his shoulders.

           “I’m still expecting the dream to wear off.”

           “How did you end up working with him again?” Tim glanced at Dick.

           “I submitted a plan to upgrade technology and save money at the same time, and he called me to his office and asked if I wanted to work with his team.” He paused. “Apparently they liked my plan.” (Y/N) smiled.

           “Of course, they did. No one knows tech like you Timmy.” They watched as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, and she turned to Dick. “So why are you here from Bludhaven? I thought you had to work?” Dick picked up a piece of bacon from his plate and popped it in his mouth.

           “Had the day off. Figured I’d come home and see how everyone is doing.” He placed a few envelopes on the table. “Picked up the mail by the way.” (Y/N) took the bills and stood up, flipping through them. “What do we have mom?”

           “A few bills and the survivor’s benefit from the VA.” She passed the bills to Dick. “Take my bank card and go pay those for me, please. I have to work the late shift for Darleen tonight…I won’t be able to get to the bank today.” Dick nodded and took them, then she passed the check to Jason. “Go with your brother to the bank and put this into yours and Tim’s accounts.”

           “What about you Ma?” She waved him off as she put the dishes in the sink.

           “Don’t worry about me Jay. Just put the money into your accounts.” Jason’s eyebrows furrowed.

           “But Ma.” She held up a hand.

           “You boys need to go get ready. You’ll be late for school.” Tim and Jason looked at the clock before rushing from their seats and up the stairs; (Y/N) snorted and began clearing the table, taking the dishes to the sink. She felt Dick stand beside her and she sighed. “Don’t worry Dickie…Everything’s fine.”

           “Is it?” She nodded and he reached out, turning her to him. “Mom.” (Y/N) sighed again.

           “We’re fine Dickie.” She paused and wiped her hands on the towel. “Just a few bumps. But we’ll be okay.” Dick stared at her.

           “What happened?” (Y/N) exhaled and looked up at him.

           “…Alex had to let me go the other night.” His eyes widened.

           “For what?”

           “Some asshole grabbed me, and I broke his arm.” She leaned against the counter. “To keep him from suing Alex and I, I agreed to walk. I’ve been checking the newspapers for job listings, and I’ve been pulling extra shifts at the diner to make sure we have money.”

           “That’s why you’re telling Jay to put the VA check in their accounts?” (Y/N) nodded.

           “If anything happens, and we end up in an unfortunate position, I want you boys to be able to stay afloat as long as you can.” She glanced at him. “I don’t have to worry about you in Bludhaven, because I know you have a successful job. But Tim and Jason are still in college, and I need to keep them going until they graduate and do the same.” Dick stared at his mother before pulling her into a hug.

           “I wish you would’ve called me mom. I could’ve sent some money over.” He felt her shake her head.

           “No. It’s my job as your mother to keep you boys safe and protected. Besides, your money is yours Dick. Keep that for your own.” Dick pulled away.

           “Mom…I make almost eight grand a month. My expenses are three grand a month. I can help out if you need me to.” She shook her head.

           “Like I said Dickie, that’s your-”

           “And if I’m not using that extra money to help take care of my little brothers, and the woman who has always kept food in my stomach, clothes on my back, a roof over my head, and countless other things, then what good of a son am I?” (Y/N) stared at him in shock and he spoke solemnly. “Mom. I can help you.” She held his gaze for as long as she could before sighing and nodding reluctantly.

           “If you could pay the electricity bill, I’d appreciate it Dickie.” He smiled and nodded before placing a kiss to her forehead.

           “I’ll take care of it Mom. Anything else?” (Y/N) handed him a grocery list.

           “Get groceries please. You can use my debit for that.” He waved her off and took the list.

           “I’ll take care of it Mom, don’t worry about it.” She huffed a laugh and moved past him, stopping at the stairs.

           “I always worry. Comes with being a mother.” He snorted and she looked up the stairs. “Boys! Put it in gear!”

           “Ma! Where’s my leather jacket?!”

           “I don’t know Jay! The last time I wore your jacket was…never!”

           “Ha-ha Ma…Very funny!”

           “I try! Tim! Are you done yet?!”

           “I’m about to brush my teeth!” She grunted and moved to the door.

           “I swear…you boys have no concept of time.”

           “Hey! I do to!” She glanced at Jason and held out his backpack.

           “Well take your concept and take it to school, else you’ll be late.” He grinned and kissed her cheek.

           “Love you Ma.” She smiled as he headed out the door.

           “Love you baby.” Tim came rushing down the stairs, adjusting his tie.

           “Mom, do I look alright?”

           “You look sleep-deprived.” Tim snorted and kissed her cheek before taking off after Jason.

           “Love you Mom!” She was about to respond when he stopped and turned around. “What are you doing Friday night?” (Y/N) raised an eyebrow.

           “Why?”

           “Mr. Wayne invited me to dinner and asked me if I would extend the invitation to you and the others.”

           “Really?” He nodded.

           “Yes ma’am.” (Y/N) went silent for a moment, then nodded.

           “Darleen owes me for her shift tonight, so I’ll ask her to take mine Friday. Tell him we’ll be there.” Tim grinned and waved before running after Jason. “Love you!” His hand went in the air and she closed the door; Dick stood beside her and she looked at him. “Mind helping me around the house?” He smiled and nodded.

           “Sure.”

           She stared at the mirror then turned around and tugged at the dress.

           “Should I go with the red one instead?” Her sons stared at her from their spots on the bed.

           “I think the black one looks good on you Ma. Makes you look slim.” (Y/N) raised an eyebrow.

           “Trying to tell me something Jay?”

           “What! No! I just meant that black makes you look slim. And most women want their figure to be flattered. Black does that.” She paused and turned around again.

           “You may be right.”

           “Why are you so concerned about this Mom? It’s just dinner.” She looked at Tim through the mirror.

           “Yes…Dinner…with your boss. Who happens to be one of the richest men in the world? I can’t look like a mess in front of him. It would be an embarrassment for you.” Tim snorted.

           “Mr. Wayne won’t be bothered by that mom.” She grunted and adjusted the dress.

           “You say that, but when he looks me up and down, the moment his eyes reach mine, they’re either going to indicate that he’s impressed by me, or not.” She met his eyes. “I’d rather it be the first one than the second.” Dick rose from the bed and moved beside her.

           “You look great mom.” She sighed and nodded.

           “Thank you, baby.” (Y/N) turned and looked at them. “Are you boys ready?” They nodded and she tipped her head. “Then let’s head out.” They followed her to the door and to the car.

           When they arrived at the restaurant, (Y/N) stared at it in shock.

           “Mom? You good?” She nodded.

           “I’ve never seen such a fancy restaurant…except in the movies.” Tim grinned and motioned them to follow; they stepped in and a waiter greeted them.

           “Mr. Drake?” Tim nodded and he motioned them. “Please follow me. Mr. Wayne is waiting for you.” (Y/N) began taking deep breaths as they walked through the restaurant.

           “Ma? Are you hypervenilating?” She looked at Jason and glared.

           “I’m fine…just a little nervous.” Tim snorted and glanced over his shoulder.

           “Mom. Mr. Wayne isn’t going to do anything.” She rolled her eyes but kept silent.

           Eventually, they moved into a secluded room, and her eyes fell on a man sitting at the table; he looked up at them and smiled, rising to greet them. He held out a hand and shook it with Tim.

           “Tim. Glad to see you could make it.” Tim shook his hand and grinned.

           “Thank you for inviting us.” He paused and turned to (Y/N), gesturing her forward; she stepped next to him and smiled. “Mr. Wayne, I’d like to introduce my mother, (Y/N) (L/N).” She held out her hand.

           “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Wayne. Timm-” She caught herself. “Tim has spoken about you many times.” He took her hand and placed a kiss to the back of it.

           “Pleasure is all mine Ms. (L/N). And please, call me Bruce.” (Y/N) felt her cheeks warm and she let out a nervous laugh.

           “Can…do.” She heard a cough and her two oldest stood beside her; they held out their hands.

           “Dick Grayson.”

           “Jason Todd.” He shook their hands and turned back to (Y/N).

           “Wonderful family you have Ms. (L/N).” She smiled and looked at her sons.

           “They certainly keep me on my toes.” He smiled and motioned to the table.

           “Please, sit.” They took their seats and he looked at her. “Do you drink Ms. (L/N)?”

           “You can call me (Y/N), Bruce. Ms. (L/N) makes me feel old.” Bruce chuckled and he nodded.

           “Totally understand (Y/N).” He glanced at her. “You look like a white wine type of woman.” She grinned.

           “I’m more of red actually.” Bruce nodded and motioned to the waiter.

           “Montoya Cabernet, two glasses.” He paused and motioned to Dick and Jason. “Unless you two would like some also?” Jason shook his head.

           “I prefer beer.” (Y/N) elbowed Jason in the side and he grunted. “I mean, no thank you, but I appreciate you asking.” Dick snorted and nodded his head.

           “I’d like to try some.” Bruce smiled and turned to the waiter.

           “Three glasses then.” The waiter nodded and took off; Bruce leaned forward. “So (Y/N), Tim tells me you’re a waitress?” (Y/N) eyes darted to Tim who wore a nervous smile; she huffed a laugh and nodded.

           “Yes. I work at Tammy’s Diner on fifth and parks. Worked there for most of my life actually.”

           “Were you born in Gotham?

           “No, Blüdhaven originally, but my parents moved to Gotham when I was younger.” Bruce nodded and she turned to Tim. “So how is my son doing? No problems, I assume?” Bruce chuckled and nodded.

           “Your son is a genius (Y/N). I’m lucky to have someone so smart on my team.” She smiled as Tim rubbed his neck, and Bruce turned to the others. “From what Tim’s told me, you two are also making strides in your work. Dick, you’re a police officer in Blüdhaven, correct?” Dick nodded.

           “Yes sir. I joined a few months ago.”

           “Are you enjoying it?” Dick laughed.

           “I love my job…paperwork is a pain though.” They shared a laugh.

           “I know what you mean.” His gaze turned to Jason. “And you Jason, you’re majoring in history, aiming to teach?” Jason nodded.

           “I plan to teach at Gotham High…if I can get a teaching degree.” Bruce nodded.

           “You could teach at Gotham Academy if you wanted.”

           “I could…but I’d prefer to help the kids of Gotham who were like me growing up.” He paused. “Ma taught us to give back to those who need it. I plan on giving back to the kids of Gotham.” (Y/N) felt her heart warm at his words, and a smile crossed her face; Bruce caught this and smiled.

           “You seem proud of your sons (Y/N).” She nodded.

           “I couldn’t be prouder of my sons.” She glanced at them. “They’re my world.” The boys flushed at her words, and Bruce smiled.

           “They seem like good young men.” (Y/N) met his eyes.

           “They are.”

           After dinner, they sat around the table, listening to Dick tell a story about work.

           “And I looked at the guy and I said, ‘Man…What’s a drug dealer doing selling shoes? You’re tripping man.’” They burst into laughter, and he continued. “I mean, I still had to book the guy for possession, but the mood was certainly lighter.” (Y/N) laid a hand on his arm, the other wiping under her eyes.

           “Oh Dickie, you crack me up.” He smiled.

           “I try to mom.” Bruce watched them for a moment.

           “(Y/N)?”

           “Yes?”

           “If you don’t mind me asking, how did they come into your care?” The room went silent as the boys stared at their mother, and Bruce raised a hand. “I apologize, that was wrong to ask.” (Y/N) shook her head.

           “No, it’s fine.” She paused and looked at the boys. “Do you mind?” They shook their heads and she started with Dick. “Dick’s parents were…” She paused and Dick laid a hand over hers.

           “Mom…it’s alright.” She smiled sadly and nodded.

           “Dick’s parents were murdered when he was eight. GCPD placed him in the orphanage a few days after it happened. Eventually, he fled and somehow ended up at the diner I worked at. I’ve grown up around the Narrows, so I know homeless kids when I see them, and I knew he was one. So, I sat with him and talked with him. He said he didn’t have anywhere to go, so on a whim, I let him stay at my home.” She paused and looked at Dick. “And here I was, in college, with an eight-year-old kid to look after…But it worked out in the end.”

           “How so?” She glanced at Bruce.

           “CPS showed up, asking that I hand Dick over…that he was supposed to be at the orphanage. I asked Dick if he wanted to stay with me. He said yes…the rest is history.”

           “And Tim and Jason?” (Y/N) laughed.

           “Jason and I actually had a rather humorous meeting.”

           “Oh?” (Y/N) nodded.

           “I caught him taking my tires.” Bruce’s eyes widened and she continued. “Dick put him in a headlock while I put the tires back on my car, then we invited him inside for dinner. He left that night and showed up the next. Eventually, it became a regular thing, and he became part of the family too.” She paused and looked at Tim. “Now Tim on the other hand was actually a surprise.”

           “Really?”

           “Mhm. I was friends with Tim’s mother, Janet. When his father passed away, he showed up on my doorstep with a letter from his mother saying that if anything happened to her and Jack, she wanted Tim to stay with me. Dick and Jason immediately took him in under their wings, and that’s how the family is.” (Y/N) paused and looked at them. “I don’t know if I’ve been the best mother I could’ve been, but I made sure to raise them like gentlemen, with respect for people, and kindness to others. I don’t know who I’d be without them…They make me proud every day.” The smiles they gave her almost made her cry and she turned to Bruce. “Sorry…I’ve rattled on.” He shook his head.

           “It’s a parent’s job to praise and dote on their children.”

           “Do you have children of your own Bruce?”

           “A son, Damian.”

           “That’s a fine name.”

           “Thank you…his mother picked it.” (Y/N) raised an eyebrow.

           “I wasn’t aware you had married?” Bruce snorted.

           “Oh, she and I aren’t married.” (Y/N) nodded.

           “I see. Apologies.” He smiled at her, and the waiter brought the bill; she watched as Bruce put a credit card on it and hand it back. After a few minutes, they stood outside the restaurant, watching as Bruce spoke to Tim; then, they walked over, and Bruce smiled.

           “(Y/N)? May I speak with you for a second?” She nodded and handed the boys her keys.

           “You boys go ahead and get into the car. I’ll be there in a sec.” The boys said their goodbyes and she and Bruce were left standing alone; she looked at him. “Thank you for inviting us out for dinner Bruce. I think I speak for us all when I say we enjoyed it.” He smiled and nodded.

           “I’m glad I did. I usually invite my team’s families for dinner, just to meet them, and Tim was no different.”

           “How is Tim doing?” Bruce’s tone took on one of pride.

           “Your son is without a doubt, one of the best employees who’s ever worked at WE. He is so smart and so very capable of everything he’s given.” (Y/N) beamed with pride.

           “That’s my boy.” The two of them shared a laugh and Bruce looked down at her.

           “But the reason I wanted to speak with you, is because I was wondering if I could ask you to dinner again. Maybe the two of us?” (Y/N) eyes went wide and she gestured to herself.

           “Like a…date?” He nodded. “With…me?” He huffed a laugh and nodded again.

           “I enjoyed speaking with you (Y/N). I’d like to do it again.” She felt her cheeks warm.

           “…Oh…”

           “Unless you don’t want to. I’d never ask someone to do something they didn’t want to do.” She shook her head.

           “No! I’d…love to.” Bruce smiled and took her hand, pressing a kiss to it again.

           “Then I’ll speak with you later (Y/N).” She smiled bashfully at him as he walked off, then she called out after him.

           “But you don’t have my number!” He turned as he was climbing into his car.

           “I have my ways!” (Y/N) snorted as she walked to the car, climbing into the driver’s seat; her sons were on her in a second.

           “What did he say Ma?”

           “What did Mr. Wayne want?”

           “You alright Mom?” (Y/N) raised a hand.

           “Everything’s fine…relax.” They eyed her suspiciously.

           “You’re grinning Ma.”

           “Jay’s right mom. What’d he say?” She sighed and pulled onto the street.

           “He just…asked me to dinner.” Shouts of shock went around the car and (Y/N) thought Tim’s eyes were going to bulge from his head.

           “MR. WAYNE ASKED YOU OUT?! WHAT?!” She raised an eyebrow.

           “Am I not capable of being asked out?”

           “What?! No! I just meant…wow. I was not expecting him to do that.” (Y/N) shrugged.

           “He asked…I accepted.”

           “You sure that’s a good idea mom? He is Timmy’s boss.” She nodded.

           “Even if it doesn’t go well, he doesn’t seem like the type of man to give up a good team member to get back at someone.” Tim nodded.

           “She’s got a point.” (Y/N) raised a hand again.

           “It’s just dinner.” The boys seemed to accept that answer until,

           “I don’t like him Ma.”

[mummybear]

This Thing Between US

Words: 4479

Warnings: Swearing, Dirty Talk, Smut, Wall/Door Sex, Protective Jensen, Oral (Male Receiving), Fluff. Think that’s it :) 

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Summary: After getting a much needed night off from work and finally getting a date your best friend doesn’t agree with you about going, is Jensen right? Is the date doomed or are you about to spend the night with Mr Right?

A/N: This is my submission to @stiles-o-dylan24‘s challenge for passing 1K followers! My Prompt Was - If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were trying to seduce me. A massive congratulations Ellie!! So beyond pleased for you babe, glad that we’ve been friends for as long as we have. You’re the sweetest person ever and you deserve every single follower and so many more! Big hugs babe, hope you enjoy this! :) 

A big thank you to the lovely @ne-gans for reading it over for me too 😘💖

This is also another submission to my @spndeanbingo, for the square (Best Friends)

(This is an AU where Jensen isn’t married and never was. This is a work of fanfiction and should be treated as such, thank you :) )

Ko-Fi HERE :)

You were so excited, you’d finally managed to get some time off work to have a much needed date night. The trouble was that you were nervous as hell, the date you were going on was with a guy you’d met online last week. Despite your best friend and roommate doing his best to put you off of the idea, you were determined to go ahead with your plans. You’d spent the entire day at work distracted thinking about it. 

Jensen’s opinion was always extremely important to you, him not agreeing with your decision must've been playing on your mind more than you’d first realised. As much as you trusted and respected Jensen’s opinion; and you did. You just couldn’t cancel these plans, you’d had them for weeks and you had been really looking forward to them. Plus that would hardly be fair on the guy you were meeting, Tim had seemed like a nice enough guy from what you could gather during your chats.

Your bath is finally how you like it, the steam filling the cool room and you quickly pull off your clothes and toss them into the hamper, before climbing into the tub, groaning in pleasure when your aching body makes contact with the water, it’s like your muscles instantly relax. 

You take your time in the bath, enjoying a little time to yourself to relax. By the time you’re almost finished in the bath, the bathroom door suddenly opens and the intrusion makes you jump. Your hand resting over your heart when Jensen steps into the steam filled room, you allow yourself to relax slightly. Seemingly in his own world, until he stops mid step and locks eyes with you. He immediately covers his eyes with his hand, “s-shit Y/N, I’m sorry!” he half stutters and you can see the blush creeping across his skin. 

“My fault, I should've locked the door.” You reply as you climb out of the bath and wrap your towel around yourself. 

“You can look now,” you giggle a little nervously, noticing the way he’d stiffened when you climbed out. You can’t understand this, he’s never been this nervous around you before.

He hesitantly uncovers his eyes and you give him a small smile when he finally looks at you. The steam in the room suddenly feels like it’s surrounding you, like the air is stuck in your throat. 

“I should… uh. I should go get ready,” you manage to croak out around the lump in your throat.

You don’t give him time to answer, gripping your towel tightly, you practically run from the bathroom to your bedroom, where you slam the door closed and fall back against it, your heart beating wildly in your chest. 

“What the hell was that!?” You demand of yourself out loud. 

Nothing had ever happened between you and Jensen and you’d never intended anything to happen. He was by far one of the hottest men you’d ever known, sure there had been the odd sex dreams you’d had about him. But you didn’t understand what was happening now, he was your best friend and that had been all you’d ever seen him as. Maybe it was just the heat in the bathroom and the hot bath messing with you. That had to be the reason, right?

You decided not to think about it, you didn’t want some kind of fluke or whatever it had been to ruin your night. Taking a deep breath you turn your attention to your outfit hanging on your door, it was a simple black dress with cuffed sleeves and a split up the side, which reached your mid thigh. Your underwear was a sexy black lace set, with white woven in between parts of the fabric, you’d purchased it especially for tonight. 

You did your makeup, wearing a little more than usual and paired it with your red lipstick. You didn’t do too much with your hair, deciding to leave the natural wave you already had. Now that you’re dressed and ready to go, you feel a little more confident, stepping into your heeled shoes. You smile at your reflection as you check yourself over in the mirror. 

When you walk out into the living room, you find Jensen sitting on the couch, clearly he’d had a shower right after you’d left. His hair is still wet and all over the place and he’s shirtless, only his light grey sweatpants cling low on his lean hips. You tried not to notice the few drops of water that rolled down his thick neck. Clearing your throat, you lick your extremely dry lips and focus on his face, where he quickly closes his mouth, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard.

“You look… just wow, fuck Y/N.” Jensen rasps, standing in front of you.

You feel yourself blushing and meet his eyes once more, and you can’t help but wonder were they always that green? “Yeah? Thanks Jay. I’m really nervous,” 

“He’s the one who should be nervous, sweetheart, trust me. You don’t have a fuckin’ thing to worry about. You call me if he fucks with you and I’ll kick his ass.” He winks at you and you watch as he chews on his bottom lip and his eyes drop, shamelessly checking you out, before he seems to remember himself and his eyes snap back to your face. 

“So uh, have a good night. Call me if you need a lift home or whatever.” He dismisses, but there’s something about the way he’d said that, that just doesn’t sit right with you.

You decide it’s best not to mention it though, “yeah sure, thanks.” You reply, voice a little clipped and you quickly leave your apartment without looking back.

What the hell is going on between the two of you today? This morning was like any other morning now suddenly, there’s like this weird thing between you and you just can’t explain it.

-

You send a text to Tim and tell him that you’ve just arrived at the restaurant, climbing out of the taxi, you pay the driver, before heading inside and taking a seat at the bar. This place is seriously expensive, so you just order a drink while you wait. You check your phone and still no reply from Tim. 

By the time you check your phone again, your second drink is gone and you’re beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol. When you turn back to the bar you find someone is sitting beside you.

“It looks like you’ve been stood up, baby girl.” A deep voice states, clearly he’d been watching you, which is seriously creepy, honestly it takes everything you have not to roll your eyes and you just sigh loudly. 

Turning to look at the stranger, slicked back black hair and brown eyes, moderately good looking but he also looks like a total sleazebag. 

“Not that it’s anything to do with you, but no I haven’t, I’m actually waiting for my boyfriend to finish work.” You snap back defensively, thanking the bartender when he places another drink in front of you.

“You sure about that? You’ve been lookin’ at your phone awfully regular.” He chuckles as you do it again, this time you go through your contacts, in search of the only man who would make you feel safe in this situation.

Before you can press the call button the sleazebags hand lands on your thigh, the feel of his skin against yours makes you feel sick.

“You better move your hand before I shove it up your ass,” you all but growl, slamming your empty glass back on the counter and attracting the bartender's attention.

The guy is undeterred as he leans in closer, the smell of him makes your stomach roll with nausea.

“Come on baby, I can show you a real good time. Fortunately for you, I like ‘em feisty.” He whispers and his cracked lips ghost your ear and you quickly pull away. Before you can tell him to go fuck himself, the bartender is back with another drink for you and the sleaze excuses himself.

“Be right back darlin’ don’t you go anywhere.” 

The second his ass leaves the stool you dial the number, your feet bouncing on the wooden slat beneath your seat.

“Hello sweetheart? You miss me already?” Jensen slurs into the phone and you want to headbutt the bartop. He cannot be drunk right now!

“Look, the guy didn’t show Jay. But I’m getting really freaked out by this creep, he won’t take no for an answer.” You reply quickly, worried about getting a taxi alone in case he tries to follow you.

“Stay right there. I’ll be five minutes.” He responds quickly, all humour gone from his voice. 

Before you can mention the fact that he’s drunk, the line goes dead. You really hope he doesn’t do anything stupid, but at the same time you’re just glad he’s coming. You don’t have time to think about it too much, before you spot Mr creep returning. 

You quickly finish the drink you have left on the bar, feeling that familiar burn in your chest. 

“Did you miss me?”

God that had sounded so much better when Jensen had asked. 

“Yeah, like a fucking hole in the head. Could you leave me alone now. My boyfriend is on his way, he’s the jealous protective type.” You lie easily, although that’s not a complete lie. Jensen is fiercely protective of you, but that was just how he was with his friends, it was one of the many qualities you loved about him. 

“Why don’t I keep you company until he gets here,” the guy smirks, leaning across the bar on his elbow so his face is inches from your own, clearly he still doesn’t believe you.

When you jump back a little too fast, your stool rocks and you almost fall off, but a strong body behind you stops you. You recognise the way he smells immediately and let out a sigh of relief when those strong arms wrap around your body.

“Hey baby, sorry I’m late. I know I said I'd be here sooner.” His lips press against the side of your neck and you feel an unexpected shiver shoot up your spine. 

Your hands drop to Jensen’s and you lean back into his embrace.

“Don’t worry babe, I’m just glad you’re here now.” You tell him honestly, turning back to the douche across from you, who still hadn’t moved.

“Was this dick bothering you?” Jensen growls against your skin and this time you’re sure that you visibly shiver, biting your lip to stop the noise bubbling in your throat, your hands tighten over his. 

The guy looks between you and Jensen and swallows hard.

“Sorry man, guess I misread something. I didn’t realise she was spoken for.” The guy spits out, quickly finishing his drink and you scoff.

“Well that’s bullshit. You should probably leave now.” Jensen suggests, his voice taking on a dangerous edge that you’d never heard before and it affects you more than you might have previously admitted. 

He takes the seat beside you and wraps his arms around your waist, fingers just slightly digging into your stomach. The sleazebag can’t get off of the stool quick enough, and you can’t help but laugh watching him stumble out of the door.

“You are seriously the best friend in the world.” You tell him relieved, turning to him and wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“Thank you Jay, I dunno what I would’ve done without you tonight,” 

When you pull back you press a chaste kiss to his cheek, watching the blush appear almost immediately.

“S’fine Y/N, anytime.” He mutters quietly, scratching at the back of his neck and smiling awkwardly. “Are you hungry? I’m guessing you didn’t have time to eat?” 

You look at him and shrug, a slight smile pulling at your lips.

“Honestly? I kinda just wanna get drunk with my best friend, not really that hungry anymore.” 

-

An hour later you and Jensen are in a shadowed corner booth, the bottle of liquor that sits between you is almost empty. You lean in closer to him, brushing away some fluff from his shirt. “So, did you dress up just for me?” you ask with a grin.

Jensen took a deep breath and met your eyes, your heart suddenly felt like it was trapped in your throat.

“So what if I had, is that a problem?” he questioned gruffly, resting his hand on your thigh, through the split in your dress. 

You suck in a breath at the contact, but the alcohol gives you the boost you need to push away your nerves. Thinking back to how he'd been acting all day, you wonder, what’s the worst that could happen if you gave into what you were feeling?

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were trying to seduce me, Mr Ackles.” You practically purr, scooting impossibly close, so that you were pressed up against each other.

“Is it working?” Jensen asks with a smirk, fingers curling around the top of your thigh and digging into your skin. You have to bite into your lip to stop yourself from making a noise, very cautious of the people sitting less than a foot behind the two of you. 

“What if it is? What’re you gonna do about it?” Your reply is more breathy than you would’ve liked but you go with it, your hand dropping to his on your thigh and squeezing. 

Clearly the alcohol was giving him a confidence boost, when he leans in close and presses those plump lips to your ear, you’re completely overwhelmed by him. 

“You wanna go home and I can show you, baby girl?” He asks huskily, this time you can’t hold back the whimper when his hand moves further up your thigh.

Taking a breath, you swallow hard, feeling his lips press against the side of your neck, just below your ear.

“This is a bad idea, isn’t it?” You ask, feeling a little lightheaded with him being so close and his lips pause on your skin.  

Jensen pulls back so he’s looking at you in the eyes. 

“I don’t think so, don’t tell me you’ve never thought about it? I know I have.” 

“I guess maybe, I’ve dreamt about certain things happening. But I’ve tried not to let myself consider it, you’re my best friend Jay, I don’t wanna lose you.” You tell him honestly, blushing as you look down at your knees.

“Hey, don’t do that,” Jensen all but whispers, cupping your cheek in his big hand. He always made you feel so small in the best way. He tilts your face until you’re looking in his eyes again,  “Trust me, I have no intention of going anywhere. No matter what happens tonight. You wanna just go home and forget about this then it’s up to you, Y/N. No pressure.” There’s a pause as he leans in a little closer, chewing on his bottom lip for a moment.

“But if you want me to take you home and show you what you do to me, how fucking hard you make me-” You cut him off with those words, resting your hand over the obvious and large bulge in his jeans. 

You swallow thickly at the implication as his thumb brushes over your bottom lip, he’s so close and you’re out of reasons as to why this is a bad idea.

“Show me Jay,” you whisper against his lips.

His hold on your cheek is a little firmer as he presses his plump lips to yours, it’s like all of the air has been ripped from your lungs as your lips move against his effortlessly. The hand holding your cheek slips around to the back of your head and he grips your hair gently and tugs, deepening the kiss. You push your hands into his hair in an attempt to pull him closer, messing it up the way you like it. His tongue slips between your lips followed by a deep groan, the kiss quickly becomes a mess of tongues and teeth, until you’re forced to pull back for air.

Nervous excitement is bubbling under your skin as you wipe your red lipstick from his kiss-swollen lips with your thumb. You pull your dress over Jensen’s hand to hide it, which only gives him more confidence to move it higher, so his thumb is practically brushing over your damp panties.

You’re interrupted when a waiter turns up at your table and clears his throat, “Excuse me sir, sorry to interrupt but your transportation has arrived.” 

“Thank you, this should cover our tab.” Jensen smiles, handing over some cash. The waiter nods and gives his thanks. 

“Oh sir, I like it, it suits you.” You giggle as you both get out of the booth, Jensen scoffs but he’s smiling as he wraps his arm around your waist and you head out to the front of the Restaurant. 

You climb into the back of the taxi, while Jensen gives the guy your address before joining you in the back.

“How’re you doin’?” Jensen asks as the car starts moving, pulling one of your legs over his knee.

You scootch down the seat a little to give him more room to move his hand, “I’m good. Thank you for tonight, I had a great time.” 

Jensen bites his lip as his hand moves between your legs and pushes your dress higher, until he can reach the apex of your thighs, rubbing back and forth over the front of your increasingly wet panties. 

“It’s not over yet,” he smirks, his breath ghosting over your lips. You whimper as he pushes your panties to the side and his fingers slide teasingly through your slick.

“Fuck you’re so wet baby girl.” Jensen groans deeply, resting his forehead against yours as he eases two thick fingers inside you. 

You clench your teeth to stop from moaning, luckily the driver has the music on, so at least your heavy breathing is covered. You’re both lost in your own world as you look into his eyes, feeling yourself clenching around his fingers. There’s a knock on the partition and Jensen gives you a wink before pulling his hand free, “oh come on. You’ve got to be kidding me.” You grumble, voice thick with irritation, as he sucks those fingers between his lips and moans around them. You don’t know whether you want to kick him or kiss him.

Despite your protest Jensen pays the taxi and follows behind you once it’s driven away. When you finally manage to get the keys out of your bag, Jensen presses up behind you, moving your hair over one shoulder. You shiver as his lips move slowly over your neck, he takes the keys from you as your head falls back against his chest and he makes quick work of unlocking the door. 

The two of you stumble inside, giggling like a pair of teenagers, you barely have time to think before Jensen is backing you up against the same door you’d just closed.

“You sure you still wanna do this?” he questions as his fingers ghost over the zipper of your dress.

“Of course I am, I wanna know what your filthy brain has been coming up with.” You smirk confidently, the alcohol giving you the help you need. You grip both sides of his shirt and tug hard, sending buttons flying across the room. You can already see the way his eyes have darkened as he looks down at you.

“So, your bedroom or mine, sir?” 

Jensen starts pulling the zip down slowly, keeping his darkened green eyes focused on you, the anticipation of what’s to come has your heart thudding wildly in your chest. He’s being so gentle and slow, you’re waiting for what you know is to come, you’ve heard the way he’s made girls scream over the years and the thought has your stomach in knots.  

You swallow hard as he pulls his ruined shirt from his body and unbuckles his belt, tugging off his jeans and boxers, kicking them to one side. You can’t take your eyes off of him, unable to stop yourself from shamelessly checking him out, he’s fucking flawless, just as you’d expected. He looks just like you thought he would, but his cock is so much bigger than you would have dreamed. His voice soon pulls you from your ogling. 

“Why bother going upstairs? I could just fuck you right here, against this door.” Jensen muses with that deadly smirk as he lets the dress slip from your body and pool at your feet, his voice has taken that tone again which makes your entire body feel like it’s on fire.

You smile back, pushing your panties down and stepping out of them and your dress, you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Guess you’d better show me what you wanna do to me, huh Sir?” 

“You’re really enjoying calling me that, ain’t you sweetheart?” Jensen smirks, reaching down to pick you up. You giggle as you wrap your legs around his waist, feeling his hardness crushed between the two of you. Jensen lifts you just enough so that the head of his cock is pressing against your entrance, “this what you want baby?” he teases, letting the thick head of his cock push inside you. 

Your fingers push into his hair and you grip tightly, leaning your forehead against his. 

“Please Jay, Please. Fuck me.” You beg breathlessly against his parted lips. He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t need to because as soon as the words pass your lips he sinks into you with one thrust. 

“Oh God, Jensen, fuck.” You gasp out, dropping your head back against the door as your hands grip his shoulders tightly, nails digging into his soft skin. 

Jensen stills inside you with a groan, fingers digging into your ass cheeks. You keep your eyes on his as you roll your hips against him. He’s so much thicker than you’d realised, stretching you out so much, it almost feels like he could break you at any moment if he wanted to. Your pussy hasn’t stopped clenching and fluttering around him. You can feel his cock already hitting spots nobody had ever managed to reach before. 

“So fuckin’ tight and wet for me baby girl. You want me to move? Make you come all over my cock?” 

His voice is deeper than you’ve ever heard it, “yes, move please. I need you so bad, wanna feel you.” You whine loudly, fully aware of just how desperate you sound, but you’ve never cared less about anything.

Jensen pulls out almost all the way, then that fucker smirks, before he snaps his hips forward, pulling a scream from your throat that makes him growl.

“Fuck. That’s my girl.” Jensen grunts before repeating his actions, your head makes a dull thud as it falls back against the door. The grooves of the door digging into your back as he picks up a hard and fast pace that has you speechless.

“Wanted to fuck you so bad in that bar, you felt so fucking soft, looked so sexy in that tight little dress.” 

“I wish you had,” you moan loudly, feeling his cock pulse inside you and your walls flutter around him. You’re so close to falling over that edge.

“Who knew you were such a dirty little girl, we’re gonna have so much fun together.” He half laughs, half groans into your neck.  

“Fuck Jay, I’m gonna come.” You whimper loudly, feeling your entire body beginning to stiffen around him.

Jensen grabs your leg and hooks it in the crook of his elbow, you cry out at the new angle, the tip of his cock is repeatedly slamming into your sweet spot. Your nails are digging into his shoulders as your eyes start to roll back.

“So fuckin’ sexy baby girl. Come on, you can do it. Want you to paint my fuckin’ cock white.”

That’s all you need to push you over the edge, your orgasm smashes into you hard, leaving you extremely glad that Jensen is holding you up against the door.

You can feel Jensen’s jaw repeatedly tensing against your shoulder as he swears under his breath. You feel his hips start to stutter and purposefully clench around him, pulling those perfect noises from his lips.

You press your lips against his ear and groan when his fingers dig tighter into your ass cheeks.

“Want you to come in my mouth, wanna lick you clean.” You all but purr, clinging to his biceps as he pauses and pulls back to meet your gaze.

“Fuck, Y/N. I’m close, you want it baby?” 

You feel your pussy clench around him at the mere idea of it and nod enthusiastically with your bottom lip between your teeth.

Jensen gently pulls his cock free of your pussy and lowers you onto your shaking legs. You smirk up at him as you drop to your knees at his feet. You lick your lips as he fists his cock and starts to pump it in his fist, he holds himself up against the door with his free hand. His eyes are focused on your face as your lips part and you lick them hungrily, leaning up a little higher you wrap your lips around the tip of his perfect cock, tongue flicking back and forth over the slit.

“Shit sweetheart, just like that.” He groans loudly, gently thrusting his hips deeper into your mouth, you moan around him tasting yourself on his cock is better than you could’ve imagined. His hand falls away and moves to grip the back of your head as you take every inch you can manage.

“That’s it baby girl, fuck Y/N. I’m gonna-” He’s cut off when a deep groan fills the room and his come shoots into the back of your throat.

You do your best to swallow every precious bit of it, licking along his shaft until you’re happy you got all of it. He practically drags you to your feet when you pull away and roughly presses his lips against yours.

You squeal as he suddenly throws you over his shoulder and smacks your ass.

“Jay! What the hell?!” You question still half laughing.

You can almost hear the grin in his voice as he makes his way towards the stairs, “I ain’t done with you yet baby girl, not after that! I didn’t even get to return the favour yet.”

You watch his tight ass move as he walks up the stairs with you in tow, realising you wouldn’t want to get out of this even if you could.

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Birthday Surprise

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Summary: Jensen gets home rather late from filming The Boys and is surprised when his girlfriend is standing in his kitchen with dinner and a birthday cake.

Warnings: Mega Fluff

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY JENSEN ACKLES!!! Here’s a little birthday one shot for our boy. Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!

Jensen: 43 YN: 39

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Jensen took a deep breath and let out a long sigh as he leaned back in his seat. He had just pulled into his apartment complex in Toronto and it was just after 2:00am.

He'd been on the set of The Boys since 8:00am, filming scenes for the upcoming season. They had him working all 18 hours, minus the one hour for lunch and the quick 30 minute nap he took in his trailer.

Needless to say he was exhausted. And starving.

He ran a hand down his face as he yawned and stretched in his seat. He could almost sleep right where he was at, but his bed was calling his name.

Luckily he could sleep all day tomorrow since he had a couple days. His plan was to fly home to Texas and see his girlfriend, YN. She mentioned how she had a big day planned for his birthday, but obviously wouldn't tell him anything about it.

If he was being honest with himself, however, he'd much rather just sleep his birthday away. To him, 43 wasn't that big of a deal anyway.

He could lie to YN and just tell her he missed a flight or that he was sick, but that would just make her worry. He could tell her the truth and she'd probably understand, but then again she could be upset that all of her plans went to waste.

Jensen yawned again as he pushed open his car door and stepped outside into the cool air. He shut the door behind himself, locked up the car with a push of a button, and stumbled up the stairs to his apartment.

As he got to the front door, he noticed a faint light coming from his front room window. He slowed his step as he looked around the area, wondering if his apartment was being broken into or if he simply left the lights on when he left this morning.

Either way, he was skeptical as he put the key in the door and unlocked it with a twist. Almost in slow motion, he pushed it open and took a step inside.

"Surprise!"

Jensen whipped his head towards his kitchen when he heard a feminine voice. He stood in the doorway in shock when he saw who it was.

"YN?" he whispered.

She stood in his kitchen wearing her fitted black dress and matching black heels, her hair was curled and falling over her shoulders, and her red lipstick and smokey eyeshadow tied everything together.

Needless to say, Jensen was shocked but also pleased at the sight of his girlfriend.

YN picked up two glasses of wine as she walked out of the kitchen and over to him, "Happy Birthday, Jay."

Jensen took a glass from her hand, "What are you doing here? I thought I was flying to Texas, not you flying to Canada."

"Well, I got a call from Jared earlier today," YN took his hand and guided him to the living room, "He said you texted him and mentioned it was going to be a long day of shooting. So I decided then and there that I'd come spend your birthday up here with you that way you can get as much rest as you need."

Jensen sat on the couch, "Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

YN chuckled, "You clearly don't understand the word 'surprise', do you?"

"How did you get in here?"

"You keep your spare key in the light box outside."

"What about the dogs back home?"

"Jared said he'd watch them for a few days."

"And what about your job? Won't they need you at the office?"

YN laid her finger on Jensen's lips, "Shh, honey. Don't worry about it. Just relax and have some wine," she held up her glass, "To the birthday boy."

Jensen scoffed a laugh as he brought his glass to YN's, "And to the best girlfriend he could ever ask for."

The two leaned closer to each other as their eyes closed and their lips parted. Jensen nearly missed, his lips a tad too far left and his nose bumping against hers.

YN's giggle brought a smile to Jensen's face, though he was a bit embarrassed. She pulled back a bit and looked at his eyes.

"You really are tired. You've even forgotten how to kiss me," she whispered.

Jensen shook his head, "No, no. I'm fine. Let's go again."

He could hear the crinkling of her smile as she maneuvered her mouth into position, tilting her head so that their lips could meet firmly and happily at last. As he pulled back sheepishly she nibbled on the tip of his nose, then kissed it, and his eyes opened to see hers shining bright.

"I missed you, YN," Jensen smiled.

YN felt a blush cover her cheeks, "I missed you, too, love," she gestured to the kitchen, "I assumed with how busy you were, you didn't get dinner. I made lasagna from scratch if you want some."

Jensen's stomach growled at the mention of food, "Yes, please."

YN stood from the couch and walked over to the kitchen. Jensen quickly followed her, downing the rest of his wine glass as he walked.

She got two servings of the lasagna and brought them to the dining table while Jensen grabbed the bottle of wine. He sat down across from his girlfriend, filled both of their glasses, then immediately dug into his food.

YN's laugh filled the room, "Damn, Jay. I didn't realize you were that hungry."

He walked halfway done when he looked up at her, "Sorry. I forgot how much I missed your cooking."

She rolled her eyes, "Just because I can cook doesn't mean I'll always be able to do it. But I know this is your favorite."

Jensen put the last bite in his mouth then gestured to YN's untouched plate, "Aren't you going to eat?"

YN swapped her plate with Jensen's empty plate, "Knock yourself out."

Just as fast as before, Jensen finished the second piece of lasagna in a matter of seconds. He stared at the plate as if contemplating asking for a third piece.

"Let's let that settle first. I don't need to getting sick from overeating or eating too quickly," YN commented.

Jensen nodded, "You're right."

"Besides," YN said as she stood from the table and walked back into the kitchen, "Then you wouldn't have any room for dessert."

Jensen's eyes went wide, "Don't tell me you also baked."

YN rested a hand on her hip, "Well I did need to occupy my time while you were on set now didn't I?"

"What is it?" Jensen said as he stood from the table and walked into the kitchen.

"What kind of dessert do you have on a birthday, Jensen?" YN said sarcastically.

She lifted the silver dome off of a platter to reveal a three layer cake. It had white frosting covering it with blue frosting around the edges. On the center, the frosting spelled out Happy Jensen Day in blue frosting with rainbow sprinkles.

Jensen wrapped his arms around his girlfriend, "Oh, wow, honey. You didn't have to do all of this. A simple box cake with canned frosting would've been fine."

"Nothing's too good for my love," YN stood on her toes to kiss his cheek," Happy birthday, Jay."

"Thank you, YN," he kissed her forehead.

YN reached over for the box of candles and opened it. She then placed all the candles around the cake and grabbed the lighter on the counter. After lighting the candles, she moved the cake closer to Jensen.

"Do you want me to sing?" she asked.

Jensen stifled a laugh, "No, I'm good. I had to listen to the crew sing at midnight. Kind of ruined the song for me after that.

YN chuckled, "Fair enough. Make a wish, love."

He turned to YN, "But I have everything I could want. My girlfriend is here with me, she made my favorite meal and had my favorite wine with it, and not to mentioned the fact that she totally surprised me today."

"So there's nothing you want to wish for?" YN asked as she laid a hand on his.

Jensen thought for a moment before closing his eyes and blowing out the candles. Afterwards he turned to YN and kissed her quickly on the lips.

YN turned towards the cabinet for a couple plates for cake, "What did you wish for?"

Jensen leaned on the counter, "Now if I told you it wouldn't come true."

"I guess that's fair," YN said while handing him the plates, "I figured we could eat a slice tonight then go to bed. I don't know about you, but after today I am absolutely exhausted."

Jensen smiled and scoffed, "You're exhausted?"

"Well, I did drop everything in Austin to fly up here. The flight was so long, then I had to run to the store and pick up everything, then I cleaned your apartment while cooking and baking, plus you know all of this," she gestured to her outfit, "took at least two hours to do."

"Well, I did film for 18 hours straight. I'm exhausted, too," Jensen crossed his arms.

"Oh, but you looking good for a camera is nothing new. You're already good at it," YN waved him off, "But all of this was to make you happy. Which I easily accomplished."

Jensen wrapped his arms around her, "Yes you did. And it was the best birthday surprise anyone could ask for. You're the best."

"I would think you take that title, Mr. Ackles," YN booped his nose, "I'd like to think I have the title of Greatest Girlfriend of All Time."

Jensen laughed, "Most definitely," he laid his forehead on her, "Do you really want a slice of cake or shall we take the bottle of wine to my room and relax a bit?"

YN glanced at the cake, "Or we could do both?"

"I like that idea," he smiled at her.

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Identity Loss - Chapter Two

Chapter One     Chapter Three

“Sam, is she gonna be okay?” William asked the older doctor who was examining me. I had no idea what was going on, but I went with it. What I did know though was that Sam, or Dr. Abrams, was the head of Neurosurgery. And because he was checking my head, that must have meant I had gotten a head injury, only I couldn’t remember how.

“She seems fine. Nothing looks to be wrong. I’m guessing the amnesia is from the head trauma. Either that, or it’s from the lack of oxygen she received when Mr. Wilson tried to choke her,” Dr. Abrams responded. Who was Mr. Wilson? And why was he trying to choke me? 

“Is it permanent?” William questioned.

Dr. Abrams shrugged. “All cases are different. Sometimes memory loss is only temporary. But there are cases where the amnesia was permanent. What I’m saying is that I don’t know, which, by the way, sounds so weird coming out of my mouth.”

William sighed. “Okay. Thanks, Sam.” And with that, Dr. Abrams left the room leaving me alone with William.

“So, William,” I start, only to be cut off.

“It’s Will,” William interrupted. “You always call me Will. Everyone does.”

“But the coat says William,” I point out.

“Y/N, can you stop arguing with me? Please? I’m having a rough day,” William stated.

“You’re having a rough day? I can’t remember a damn thing about my life except for my name,” I argue.

William ran a hand through his curly ginger hair and took a seat next to my bed. “I know. And I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gone off on you like that.”

“It’s okay,” I admit. “If I were in your place, and you couldn’t remember me, I’d be a little pissed too. So, Will, mind telling me about my life?”

“It’s a lot,” Will reminded me. “You sure you’re ready?”

I nodded. “As ready as I’ll ever be. And I’ve got nothing else to do, so why the hell not.” Will laughed softly, and seeing him smile brought a small sense of joy to me. It was weird though because I didn’t know him at all. Well, amnesia me didn’t know him, but the real me, whoever she was, did.

“Okay. I guess we’ll start at where we are. This is Chicago Med. It’s where you work as an ED doctor,” Will told me.

“Doctor, huh? I must’ve been smart,” I exclaim.

“Smarter than me, yeah, which is really hard to admit, but it’s true,” Will claimed. “So there’s that. And then there’s uh, there’s your relationships.” Will then stopped for a moment to gather his thoughts, and I was on the edge of my seat. Was I popular? Did I have lots of friends? Was there a boyfriend in the picture? A husband? Kids? My thoughts were all over the place, yet somehow I managed to calm myself down. “Your best friend’s name is Maggie Lockwood. She’s the charge nurse down in the ED. There’s also Natalie, another ED doctor who you’re really close with.”

“And?” I question, urging him to continue.

“And then there’s me,” Will added.

“So we were friends then?” I ask. Will hesitated, which seemed pretty weird to me, but then again, I couldn’t remember anything, so maybe he acted like this all of the time. Finally though, he spoke up.

“No, we weren’t friends. We were uh, we were engaged,” Will murmured and nodded to my left hand. I looked down at the arm encased in a sling, and that’s when I saw the engagement ring that sat on my finger. It looked beautiful, even in the terrible hospital lighting, and I especially loved how the jewel glittered in the light.

“You don’t really seem like my type,” I joke, which broke the silence. “But then again, I don’t know anything about myself, so maybe you are.”

Will cracked a small smile. “You’ve still got your humor. That’s good. Look, I’ve got to get back to work, and even though I really want to stay, Ms. Goodwin will have my job if I do something wrong again. But, if you need anything, anything at all, you tell one of the nurses to call me and I’ll come right up.”

“Okay,” I say and watch as Will stood up and made his way to the door. “Oh, and thank you, Will, for everything.” Will gave me another smile, and with that, he left my room. Throughout the day, Will stopped by every so often to check in on me, and it was nice seeing a familiar face. Well, I probably knew all of the nurses and other staff milling around in and outside of my room, but I didn’t know their names, so they were basically foreign. And then, that night, Will came back into my room. He didn’t have maroon scrubs on this time, and he had a satchel slung over his shoulder. “What’s that?” I ask and point to the satchel.

“Your things,” Will replied and set the bag down on the edge of my bed. “Now, get dressed. I’m taking you home.” Will waited outside of my room while I replaced my hospital gown with the clothes in the bag. It was just a pair of jeans, a plain white t-shirt, and some boots. Maybe this is what I was wearing the day of my accident. As I put on my new clothes, my mind drifted to the fact that I was going home. I had no idea where “home” was, and the dozens of possibilities flew around my head. Did I live in a house or apartment? Was it more modern or contemporary? Were there any pets? Once I was dressed, I met Will outside of the hospital room.

“I’m ready whenever you are,” I declare.

“All right then. Lets go,” Will spoke and led me out of the hospital. The drive home only took a few minutes, and I enjoyed the ride. I loved looking out the window, admiring all of the buildings that we passed. The old me probably knew this route by heart, but the new me was excited to see everything. Soon, we pulled into the parking lot of an apartment complex, and I climbed out of the car. Inside of the building, Will and I ascended the stairs to get to the second floor, and we walked down a hallway, stopping at the door at the very end. Will fished his keys from his jacket pocket, and then he unlocked the door, pushing it in. I stepped inside first, dropping my bag and shoes off by the door before taking it all in. It was so weird seeing the place where I lived, but not remembering anything that happened here. The good news was, the place looked homey, and from where I was standing, I could see that there was a bedroom and a bathroom down past the kitchen on the right, and another bedroom at the end on the left. I started in the living room first since it was right in front of me, and ran my hand along the back of the couch as I looked around. As I was taking everything in, something on the end table caught my eye. I walked over, and upon seeing that it was a picture frame, I picked it up to examine the photo inside. To my surprise, it was an engagement photo. In the picture, Will and I were kissing in front of Lake Michigan with the Chicago skyline in the background. I stared at the picture, desperately trying to remember that afternoon, and when I couldn’t remember a single detail, I sighed and set the frame back down on the table. “You want to order some pizza?”

“Uh, sure,” I respond. “What do we usually get?”

“Your favorite is sausage and green peppers,” Will reminded me as he put his stuff away. “Make yourself at home while I call in the order.” I nodded and took a seat on the couch, but it was hard, knowing that I had a life before this, a great life, and I couldn’t remember a thing about it. After about half an hour, the pizza arrived, and we ate dinner in complete silence. It felt like we should have been talking about something, maybe work, but because I had amnesia, there was nothing to talk about. “You can have the master,” Will told me once it was time for bed. “I’ll take the guest bed.”

“That’s okay,” I protest. “You should have the better bed.”

“I insist,” Will pushed. “Seriously. After everything you’ve been through, you could use the rest. I’ll see you in the morning.” And with that, Will retreated into the smaller bedroom. In the master bedroom, I dug through the dresser to find some pajamas, settling on some flannel pants and a tank top, and once I had changed, I climbed into bed. It was weird though, having this big bed all to myself, and all I could think about was wanting Will to be snoring softly next to me. So, I got out of bed and walked to the other bedroom. Peaking my head inside the doorway, I saw that Will was in bed staring down at his phone, and he glanced up when I entered.

“Hey. What’s up?” Will asked.

“It was uh, it was kind of weird being in there alone, so I wanted to come ask if you’d sleep in there with me. I know it’s probably awkward for you because I can’t remember anything, so if you don’t want to, I understand,” I admit.

“No. It’s cool. I’ll stay in there with you,” Will stated. Will and I then made our way back into the bigger bedroom and got situated. Now that Will was here, I felt more at ease.

“Thanks for doing this,” I murmur and turn to face Will.

“No problem. Goodnight, Y/N,” Will muttered and turned away from me.

“Night,” I mumble softly. I tried to fall asleep, but my mind was wide awake, and all I could do was think about Will. I had my doubts about him at first, but now I could see why the old me fell in love with him, and it was because I was slowly falling for Will all over again.

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Normal Love and Superheroes: Three - superdawgs

Summary: Bruce Wayne is nicer than expected and Leena finally gets her bike back. 

Pairing: John Blake x OFC (Leena Duckett) 

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: Bruce Wayne being intimidating, awkward first date things, uuuuhhhh I’ve forgotten how dialogue works so like that’s my b

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven

“Are you seriously wearing that to meet Bruce Wayne? And on your first date in over a year?” Jamie asked as Leena shrugged on her long yellow jacket.

“What? What’s wrong with this?” Leena gestured down at her clothes.

She hated dressing up — plus, she didn’t want Bruce Wayne or John Blake thinking she was taking either of these meetings too seriously. So instead of a cute skirt or even a dress, she opted for her favorite pair of khaki green overalls and a red and white striped turtleneck, all matched with that classic yellow jacket. She thought she looked cute.

“You just look very…Casual,” Jamie said from her spot sitting cross legged on her bed, “You could borrow something of mine you know.”

“Jay — “ Leena shoved her worn brown Docs onto her feet. “You’re six feet tall. I don’t think anything of yours would fit me. It’d look like I was wearing a sleep shirt.”

“Oh, God, I remember sleep shirts!” Jamie laughed.

“Always came from relatives back from vacation.” Leena stepped in front of the full length mirror and started giving herself double french braids. “Like — I’m five Aunt Georgia I definitely don’t wear a youth large.”

“Was Aunt Georgia the one that married that really old guy when she was like twenty then he mysteriously died a few months later and left her his entire estate and fortune?”

Leena turned to Jamie as she tied off the second braid. “That’s the one.”

“Do you ever wonder if she actually killed him or not?”

“Every day of my god-damn life.” Leena pulled out a few baby hairs to frame her face then grabbed her bag along with the canvas carrying case the gallery had let her borrow, painting stowed away safely inside. “But she lives in a beach house in the Cayman Islands and my dad hates her so I’ll probably never get to ask.”

“Unless — “ Jamie held up a finger. “She asks for you on her deathbed, pulls you in close, and whispers that she done it. And, also, leaves you all of her money that you also generously share with your best friend.”

“Uh-huh.” Leena shook her head with a smile and grabbed the car-keys from the dish by the door. “Alright, I gotta go. Thanks for letting me borrow your car.”

Jamie got up from her bed and moved to where Leena was standing. “Hey, no problem. I got nowhere to be today. And, just so you know, if anything goes wrong today I’ll have a bottle of tequila waiting for you.”

Leena gave her a skeptical look.

“I’ll have half of a bottle of tequila waiting for you.”

“Hm, much appreciated.” Leena pulled open the door. “Bye!”

“Bye!”

Leena stayed outside the door until she heard Jamie lock it, then she was off. Jamie’s car was a piece of junk. A leftover from the 80s that somehow still managed to function on most days. It needed to be retired. But it was also the only car between the two roommates and neither of them could afford even a newer junker at the moment. So, Leena climbed into that Jeep Cherokee with wood paneling on the sides fully prepared to feel extremely out of place at Wayne Manor.

The drive to the grand estate just outside of Gotham City proper and across the Strang River felt neverending to Leena. Especially since she kept glancing into the backseat at the bag that held her painting and wondering what on earth her and Bruce Wayne were supposed to discuss. Then her mind would jump to later in the day when John Blake would come pick her up for their date. What were they supposed to discuss? The only men she talked to anymore were Mr. Nooley, the Community Center director, a few of the older men at the center who came in for water aerobics, the gallery owners who only seemed to half pay attention to anything she said, and she didn’t even know if she should count the boys who partook in her art lessons twice a week. With those men it was simple and route. She knew what to say and could gain control of her mouth that seemed to have a mind of its own sometimes. But with Mr. Wayne and John? She was lost.

Even the driveway up to the actual manor was long. Lined with trees and shrubs, all perfectly trimmed. Leena could feel her heart beating quickly in her chest. Could feel the sweat pooling in her palms as she adjusted her grip on the steering wheel. Then, she suddenly came out of the woods, turned a corner, and there it was. She had never seen a manor in person before. It was beautiful, ornate, huge for just one person and his butler. The stone it was made of seemed nearly golden in the afternoon sunlight. There was a fountain in front that the driveway curved around, water glittering and splashing down. Leena pulled the car up and put it in park. Yeah, that Jeep Cherokee really looked odd out in front of a house like this. She should be in a carriage instead.

She got out of the vehicle and stared up at the manor with a slack jaw. The curved double staircases up to the front door were something out of a Jane Austen novel. She could see unkempt gardens expanding to the left. It was a very inspiring house she had to admit. It made her want to wear a ballgown and run down a long, gilded, candle lit hallway to some violin music.

Alfred came out the front door with a smile on his face wearing a finely pressed black suit. He came down the steps and called, “Do you need help with anything, Miss Duckett?”

“Oh, no!” She quickly snapped out of the trance the manor had put her in and opened the backseat. “I’m fine, Alfred, thank you!”

She pulled the canvas carrying case from where it was leaned against the seats, but then it was gently being taken from her. “I’ll give you a hand anyway, Miss.”

“Well, thank you.” Leena smiled and slung her bag over her shoulder.

“I’ll have tea set up in the drawing room — what do you prefer in your tea, Miss?” Alfred led her up the front steps and into the manor.

Leena’s jaw dropped all over again. Vaulted ceilings, marble flooring, ornate crown molding, a gold inlay table with an overflowing bouquet of flowers sitting on top. Everything was so clean and pure and so unlike anything she had ever existed in before. Through a wide and tall archway ahead she could see what she could only describe as the great hall of the manor. Littered with stone artwork, gilded light fixtures, and seemingly designed for some form of grand ball.

“Miss?” Alfred asked again.

“Oh, sorry — um, is it black tea?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“Then I’ll have honey and lemon — if you have it, please.” She could hardly keep her eyes on Alfred, she kept getting distracted by new details throughout the space.

He seemed to notice this with a smile. He gestured to further inside the house. “I’ll take you to the drawing room so you can get settled. Master Wayne will be with you shortly.”

Leena’s head twisted and swiveled like an owl searching for prey in the night as she walked behind Alfred through the manor’s great hall and up a short set of stairs. This was where Bruce Wayne grew up? She couldn’t imagine living in a place like this when she was a kid. Especially since her house as a child was nearly the exact opposite of this one. It was small, barely enough room for them all, and constantly had problems. The ceilings leaked, the floors creaked, the paint on the walls was always chipped, the water always ran too hot or too cold, there was a harsh draft in the winters that left her with constant illnesses they couldn’t afford to go to the doctor for. It hadn’t been much, it had been tough sometimes, but it was her life. A life she couldn’t go back and change.

The drawing room was equally as beautiful as everywhere else. Maroon wallpaper that somehow didn’t look garish. Wingback chairs and wooden armed sofas. A large set of windows looked out over the gardens. There was an empty easel set up off to the side. Leena took the canvas case from Alfred with a smile and let him go complete his duties. She walked over to the canvas with a nervous, shaky breath.

What did this man with billions of dollars even want to talk to her about? What made him think that he was so utterly important that he could call her to his house on a Saturday that she actually had off? Probably the billions of dollars…But that wasn’t the point. The point was that this guy had some nerve and she was about to tell him as such. She had never been afraid to speak her mind before and she wasn’t now.

She pulled out the painting that was set in a frame that probably wasn’t ornate enough for this kind of house, and set it up on the easel. She hid the canvas case behind one of the sofas. Her limbs were too fidgety to sit down so she moved to stand before the windows with her hands in her overall pockets. It was a beautiful day for a walk — she hoped that the weather stayed this nice for her trip to the park with John later. A smile, involuntary and attempting to be contained, krept onto her face.

“Alright, Alfred, what do you need that is so important?”

Leena turned to see a man standing there. He looked just about as shocked as she did to see her standing in his drawing room. Though he was better at hiding it. Only his brow furrowed as he stared at her. Was he wearing…Sweatpants? And a robe? His brown hair was long, probably usually worn slicked back, but he couldn’t have been bothered. A few strands flopped in front of his face that could use a shave.

“Uh — “ Leena spoke first but instantly regretted it. “Mr. Wayne?”

“That’s right — Who’re you?”

Alfred came into the room as if he had been waiting for that moment to do so, carrying a silver tray with tea assortments on top. “That is Miss Leena Duckett — she painted that picture from the gallery website you mentioned, Master Wayne.”

“Alfred,” Bruce Wayne sighed with a drop of his head, “Did you seriously convince this girl to come here because I mentioned I liked her painting once?”

“No.” Alfred set the tray down on the coffee table. “I told her to come here because you have a job offer for her.”

“I do?”

“He does?”

“Both of you, please, come sit down.” Alfred began to pour the tea as Leena and Bruce Wayne reluctantly did as they were told, albeit sitting on sofas across from one another. “Several years ago — there was a fire that burned down Wayne Manor — “

Bruce Wayne seemed to catch on. “Oh, no.”

“And along with the house all of the portraits of the Wayne family through the years were destroyed.”

“Alfred, please — “

Leena only continued to stare in visible confusion.

“Master Wayne would like to see those portraits back up in the halls of this manor.” Alfred finished pouring the tea with a small, triumphant smile and took a step back.

Bruce Wayne had his head in one hand. Leena looked back and forth between the two.

“So you — you want me to repaint the portraits of all your dead relatives?”

“No.”

“Yes.”

Bruce Wayne looked pointedly at his butler. “Alfred, thank you, I think you’ve done enough.”

Alfred, not looking offended in the slightest, gave a slight bow of his head before walking out of the room. Leaving Leena alone in the room with Bruce Wayne. He was silent for a moment. Which somehow made it all the worse. Leena sat there, messing with a button on her jacket absentmindedly as she stared, lips sucked between her teeth, at his slippers.

“Am I — Am I still getting paid for the painting  — Or?” Leena asked with a squint of her eyes.

Bruce Wayne sighed and turned his head to the canvas over in the corner. He stood up to take a closer look. He had a slight limp. “Did you really paint this?”

“Um, yeah.”

“It really is very good.” He looked over his shoulder at her. “How much?”

“$500.” Leena got up from her seat and joined him. He was nearly a head taller than she was. “Alfred said you liked it because we share similar views of Gotham.”

“Did he?”

“That Gotham — despite it’s flaws — was still worth saving.”

“But Gotham is saved,” he sighed, “The Dent Act is going to put all the criminals in jail — for good.”

She looked up at him with a furrowed brow. “Do you seriously think that’s the only thing that Gotham needs?”

“They — those criminals — are the reason that Gotham is the way that it is. This city wasn’t always this way. When my parents were alive, it thrived.” He turned to face her now with crossed arms.

“See, I never knew a Gotham like that, Mr. Wayne. I grew up with the slums of Burnley and the East End. Kids joining gangs because there were no jobs for people like them or their parents just couldn’t afford them anymore.” She looked up at him now with a challenge in her eyes. Her heart racing and unable to stop her mouth from opening and letting her true feelings fly. “Then again, I didn’t live in a place like this growing up.”

Surprisingly, he smiled at her. A small thing full of intrigue — but still a smile. One that made her uneasy. “How old are you?”

“I’m twenty-one,” Leena replied.

“God, you’re just a kid,” he chuckled, “So — What do you think Gotham needs?”

“Love. And someone willing to love it enough to save it.” Leena looked back at the painting. “To see the people who live in this city  — and not just the elite in their penthouse suites. Because love is generous and good. Love does not manipulate, take advantage of, or abuse. At least — it’s not supposed to.”

“Those elite in the penthouse suites give a lot of money away you know.” Bruce Wayne limped back to the couch and sat down.

“And for every dollar they give, 100 is given back to them by the companies they run where they underpay their employees.” She crossed her arms and shook her head. She should have rehearsed what she was going to say to this man. “Gotham doesn’t just need money. It needs…Someone willing to give of themselves. Like Batman.”

“But Batman fought crime — which you’ve said is not what Gotham needs.”

“I’m not talking about the man under the mask. I’m talking about the symbol. He may dress as a bat but he gives a lot of people hope. Hope that things will get better. Hope that — anyone could be Batman. Anyone can make a difference.”

Bruce Wayne stared at her for a long time. The more he stared, the more uncomfortable she felt. Leena glanced around the room. Hoping Alfred or literally anyone else would walk into the room and get her out of here. Or at least make him stop looking at her. One minute he was so gentle, the next he was all intensity. It confused her how he flipped around his emotions like that — his tone. It reminded her of her father in a way. A man who fought long and hard during a war that could gently and encouragingly teach her how to ride a bike one minute and then the next scream at her for falling off.

“Come with me,” Bruce Wayne suddenly spoke as he lifted himself from the sofa.

Leena reluctantly followed. He took her upstairs and into what appeared to be a spare bedroom. Curtains closed and bed covered with a white linen sheet. She looked around the room for a moment then to Bruce Wayne who she hadn’t noticed had stayed just beyond the doorway.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“Your new work space.” He put his hands in his pockets casually. “If you want it.”

She paused, brow furrowed. “Wait — what?”

“I’m offering you a commission.” He stepped further into the room. “But I only want one portrait. Of my mother and father.”

“Portraits aren’t usually my style. How much?”

“Let’s say…$100,000. Plus I’ll pay for all the supplies.”

It was now Leena’s turn to stare at Bruce Wayne. Her eyes were wide and unbelieving. That was more money than she made in a year. In two years even. Just for one painting? He looked like he was about to start chuckling.

“Is this some kind of joke?” She made to leave. “Cause I can just go right now — keep the painting for all I care.”

“No! No! It’s no joke!” He held up his hands to stop her exit. Which she did with a bit of reluctance. “I — I think you’re a great artist and you seem like an amazing girl. I would love for you to be the one to recreate the portrait of my parents. Only stipulation is that you have to paint it here. As all Wayne family portraits have been done.”

“You’re — You’re not joking?”

“I am not.” He looked so sincere. So earnest. “Do we have a deal?”

Leena nodded her head. “We have a deal.”

_______________________________________________________________________

“Yeah, I’ll have a superdawg without the onions and a water.” John Blake leaned into the window to talk into the drive thru microphone better, then he turned to Leena sitting in his passenger seat. “And whadda you want?”

“Uh — “ She glanced over the menu even though she already knew what she wanted. “Yeah, I’ll take a superdawg — everything on it’s fine. And I’ll take a lemonade to drink.”

He repeated her order into the microphone. While he wasn’t looking, Leena took the opportunity to admire him. He looked nice — casual. Plaid button up and jeans. The ride over to Superdawg was nice, albeit quiet. She just didn’t know what to say, and apparently neither did he. She wanted to ask about the orange bike on the rack attached to the back of his car but felt that would’ve been rude. It was nice to be getting it back, but it wasn’t really the most important thing right now.

“Alright, hon, your food’ll be out in a few minutes.”

“Thank you.” John leaned back in his seat and rolled up the window. “So, uh — how was your week?”

“It was good…Until today.”

“Oh, uh — “

Leena’s eyes widened. “Oh, God, no! Sorry! This is great — I’m having a good time! I mean I’m starving, but that’s not something you can control. Uh, sorry — anyway — um, what I mean is, I met Bruce Wayne today.”

He looked at her a moment with raised brows. It wrinkled his forehead in a way that made him look older than he really was. “The Bruce Wayne? Like Wayne Enterprises Bruce Wayne?”

“Yeah, that one.” She chuckled nervously. “Apparently his butler tricked me into coming out to the manor so I could….Re-do some old portraits that got burned up in a fire? But Wayne didn’t know about it — but he offered me the job anyway.”

“That’s good right?”

“Yeah, I guess. Just weird.”

“What’s the butler’s name again? Albert or something?”

“Alfred.” She put one foot on the seat and leaned her chin on her knee. “Wait — have you met them before?”

“Yeah — the Wayne Foundation donates to St. Swithens. He…Uh, he visited once.” John suddenly looked away from her and shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“St. Swithens the — ?”

“Yeah.” He smiled but it didn’t really relieve the tension that had suddenly settled between them. “I’d rather not talk about it.”

Leena swallowed thickly and turned her gaze towards her lap. She wanted to keep quiet. She wanted to not dredge up something that never sat well with her — that often made her soul sit at a tilt. But she could see from the way he now nervously popped his fingers and the way his forehead was buckled in on itself, that his soul too sat at a similar angle.

“I know this probably isn’t really comparable,” Leena said, “But my dad died when I was thirteen.”

“I’m sorry.” His voice came out huskier, deeper than usual.

I’m not, Leena thought. She accepted his condolences with a smile.

The food came shortly after. John paid and they drove over to Robinson Park. They set up to eat their food at one of the many picnic tables. One that was closer to the water and off to the side of the few groups of people that were playing games in the park's large open field.

Before they could even take the first bite of their hotdogs, however, John spoke up with a sigh. Leena had her hotdog poised ungracefully before her wide gaping mouth.

“Look, I’m sorry I brought that up. I didn’t mean to.” He sighed again. “Not great first date material I’m sure.”

Leena reluctantly put down her hotdog. “Oh, no! It’s okay! It’s a part of who you are. And I’d like to get to know…Who you…Are. That came out weird.”

“No, no, you’re good.” He laughed and took a huge bite of his hotdog. Leena gratefully dove into her own food after his lead. “I’m John Blake. I love hotdogs — “

They both laughed.

“I started at GCPD a little over six months ago and I love Stargate.”

Leena raised her brows with a smirk. “Stargate, huh?”

“It’s a good show!” he defended, picking up a few of his fries and popping them into his mouth.

“Isn’t it just discount StarTrek?”

“No! Look — have you ever even watched it?” She pulled a face and he pointed at her. “See! Watch it and then maybe you can judge. You can even borrow my DVDs if you want.”

“I might just take you up on that.” Leena smiled at him, admiring the way his ears tinged pink when he blushed, holding the sloppy last few bites of her hotdog delicately over her cardboard container.

“What about you?”

“Oh right, me,” she spoke around those last few bites of food she made into one giant one. She swallowed. “Well, my name is Leena Duckett, I too love hotdogs — I work at the Sheridan Art Gallery as a tour guide, I find a guilty pleasure in lawyer shows, uh…What else…I went to Gotham University for a while…”

John’s brow furrowed. “Did you graduate?”

“Um, no.”

“Why not?”

“For reasons that are…Also probably not great first date material.” Leena picked at the last of her fries.

“Look, I don’t mean to push,” he said, voice gentle and caring, “But we did just talk about our dead parents so like — I don’t see how it can get any worse.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “I feel like it’s a little taboo to bring up your ex on a first date.”

“Oh.” He shifted uncomfortably. “Sorry. Must have been…Pretty bad?”

“You can say that.” She nodded. “You can also say he cheated on me. Was seeing the girl for months while he was going to school in Metropolis and when he showed back up for the holidays he had her on his arm instead of me — he told me he forgot to break up with me.”

John looked at her for a moment. She stared right back. She hadn’t meant to say all that. But once she was started, it was so hard to stop. But she didn’t see any judgement or awkward feeling in his eyes. She only saw sympathy and maybe a hint of offense lying underneath. The expression didn’t help her relax. Great. First date in over a year and she blew it. All because she couldn’t keep her stupid mouth shut. He seemed so great too. With those hard yet kind brown eyes, that button up flannel, the fact that he liked Stargate enough to offer her his DVDs, that similar tilt she could sense in him. Leena put her hands on the wooden picnic table and prepared to get up, give some excuse as to why she had to go back home immediately. He wouldn’t have to drive her, she would just take the —

“Jesus,” he finally said, “What a prick.”

The tension in her shoulders let up a little, but she didn’t move her hands. “I’m sorry — I’m not saying that to like — you know what I mean? You’re not a rebound or anything. This happened like a year ago. Cause I know it’s like, oh, if she’s talking about her ex on the first date then you’re just being used — “

“Leena, I get it.” He smiled, closed lipped but soft and understanding. “We’ve all got dirty laundry and baggage. Trust me, I know. And to tell you the truth, this has been the best first date I’ve ever been on so far.”

“Seriously?” Her shoulders visibly lowered as she dragged her hands from the table top. “I feel like I have about ten feet in my mouth right now.”

“Nah, only about five.” He smiled at her again, boyish and sly and it made her heart beat funny in her chest.

She had a quick reply though. “Oh, look who’s talking around at least thirty toes.”

He laughed and rolled his eyes in that semi-dramatic way. “Come on, let’s take a lap around the park before it gets too dark.”

They leisurely strolled around Robinson Park and talked for at least an hour. Maybe even more. Leena definitely couldn’t tell you. She was too enraptured in the way conversation now seemed to flow so easily between them now that both of them said something they regretted. They talked about Gotham, sports (they both preferred baseball to Gotham’s more popular football), other pop culture things they liked besides Stargate, their experiences growing up in the city, Leena even talked about her art a little bit but only because he was genuinely interested in her art style and why she liked it. Jacob had never been interested in her art. Neither had her father. John kept his hands in his jean pockets the entire time, Leena had her’s balled up tight in the deep recesses of her yellow jacket. Part of her wished their hands were free. Maybe their hands would accidentally brush as they walked and then he would take her hand in his, gently, reverently. But the other part of her was glad that there was no such intimacy. She was more comfortable that way.

When they finally made it back to the picnic table, Leena fetched one of the Superdawg cardboard boxes out of the trash and tore off one side of it. There were a few grease stains, but it was still usable. It was a good thing she always kept a few pens in her overalls. She told him, with a mischievous grin as they sat back down, that she was going to draw him. He immediately protested with a wave of his hand.

“Would it make you feel better if I was in the drawing too?”

“I suppose.”

The cartoon doodle took her all of ten minutes. Bean shaped heads that vaguely looked like the two of them with tiny little bodies, floating on either side of a ridiculously large glowing hotdog. John cried he was laughing so hard when she let him see it.

“Oh, my God!” He wiped at his cheeks and let out one last laughing breath. “That’s a good one.”

“It’s for you.” She held it out to him with a smile.

He took it from her gingerly with his forefinger and thumb, his brow furrowed. “Why?”

“For being….” She thought for a moment then sighed. “For being understanding. And kind. Being up for the stupid challenge of getting my bike back just so you could go on a date with me. Which I’ll admit was a bit cruel of me.”

“Hmm, just a bit.”

“I wasn’t done,” she laughed, “This is the best date I’ve ever been on, to be honest. And, uh — “

“Hold on. I gotta admit something first.” John got up and went over to his car parked next to them. Leena got up and followed. He put a hand on the bright orange bike secured to the back. “This isn’t your bike.”

Leena looked at the bike for a moment. It sure looked like the Orange Streak of Lightning. Orange paint, white basket — it even had those stupid tassles. She looked back at him. “I don’t know what you mean.”

He back a bit with a look of guilt then said, “The guy who stole your bike only lived a few blocks away from the Community Center. I saw your bike leaned outside. When I asked him about it — he immediately confessed. He said he stole it for his daughter’s tenth birthday. The only thing she asked for was a bike. So, uh, I let him keep it. I found another orange one at the store but it didn’t have the basket or tassels. So I had to add those on. And, please, as far as you know I never found the guy — “

He let out a huff of air as she crushed him in a hug. Leena was overwhelmed. How could one person be so good? So generally wholesome and kind and generous to others? He broke the law by letting that man go. He probably even lied on reports he had to send in to his boss. All because he saw a father doing what he could for his daughter.

“How are you real?” she mumbled into the collar of his flannel.

“What?”

Oh, thank God he didn’t hear that.

Leena let go of him and readjusted her jacket. “Sorry. That was just…Really nice of you. Now you really deserve my dumb doodle.”

“I think it’s a nice doodle.” He pulled it out of his back pocket and looked at it again with a smile.

“Thank you. Seriously. You didn’t have to do all that.” She looked back to the bike. “I get around just fine without the bike.”

“You’re welcome. And I want you to have the bike. Makes me smile to picture you riding around the city on that — tassels flying in the breeze.” She punched him in the shoulder when he cracked a smile and he laughed at the sad attempt. “And, ya know, I wouldn’t mind doing something like this again.”

She smirked with a quirk of her brow. “Are you asking me out on another date, Officer John Blake?”

“Yes, I am, Artist Leena Duckett.”

“You have yourself a deal.”

[procrastinatorimagines]

I Want Us Part 7

Fandom: Chicago PD / SVU

Series: I Want Us

Part 1 //  Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 (Final)

Pairing/s: Sonny Carisi x Intelligence!Reader

Warning/s: tw rape, murder, assault

Word Count: 1,636

Summary: The Intelligence Unit’s last case with Manhattan SVU had them flying out to New York to track down an abducted boy, and had Dectective Y/L/N and Detective Carisi growing close in the process. Now, a string of rape-murders in Chicago has SVU boarding the next flight out, believing the suspect to be the same man responsible for a set of identical crimes 10 years prior. As the case unfolds, Y/N and Carisi are brought back together, reigniting the spark between them.

Tags: @the-baby-bookworm​ // @inlovewith3​ //

It didn’t take you and Carisi long to track down your suspect, your partner Antonio calling you back shortly after you drove away from the crime scene. The bentley was parked outside of the house it was registered, uniforms were on scene but there had been no one in or out of the house since they arrived, so you both headed over as quickly as you could. 

“Maybe we can finally put this thing to rest,” Carisi said optimistically, watching the way you tapped your finger absentmindedly on the steering wheel.

“Maybe...” you replied, shaking your head as you turned off onto a very nice road; the cars looked like they cost more than your apartment, let alone the houses. 

“What? You think it’s too neat?” Carisi guessed correctly, “I get that, really I do, but sometimes we get lucky.” You knew he was thinking the same as you, but you’d come to realise he was very much a glass half full kind of guy.

“Not this lucky,” you told him, pulling up behind the squad car parked down the end of the road, eyes landing on the vehicle from the security footage. “Not catch a serial killer with next to a dozen murders under his belt after a decade in less than 24 hours kind of lucky. We’re good, we’re not that good.” 

With a pointed look you switched off the engine and climbed out, Carisi following suit. He knew you were right, but for the sake of these women and Captain Benson, you got why he hoped you weren’t - you didn’t want to be either. 

“It’s that one, saw movement in the window but no one’s been in or out since we arrived, car was here already, matches your BOLO,” the officer first on scene told you, rolling down her window as you walked past. You nodded your thanks, still staring at the house. 

“You want back up?” Her partner asked, leaning over in his seat slightly.

“Nah, we’re good, hang tight in case we need you,” Carisi answered when you didn’t, too much of this case not adding up. Something was staring you right in the face, but you just couldn’t see it yet.

Carisi put a light hand on your arm, bringing you back to reality as he gestured with his head towards the house - it was time to move. 

You weren’t even all the way to the front door before it opened, your hand instinctively reaching for your gun before it quickly dropped, the person in the door not even a little who you were expecting as you and Carisi shared a confused look.

A kid stood in the door, probably not even 18, pale, face wet with tears and visibly shaking. You took a careful step forward, “are you okay?” You asked softly, noting how quickly his eyes were darting back and forth. 

Carisi noticed it first, pausing a little in his tracks as you saw what he was looking at - the tracksuit, the expensive trainers... the blood.

This was your suposed suspect?

“I- I- didn’t- I panicked- I-” he stammered, burying his head in his hands as he sobbed, “I’m sorry-”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Carisi consoled, reaching the boy and putting a hand on his shoulder, “why don’t we go inside? You can tell us what happened?”

He looked up and nodded, leading you both inside. You signaled the unis to stand down before following them in, highly doubting they’d be needed.

“So, Bill, can I call you Billy?” You checked, surveying the house with an investigative eye. Billy nodded, finding his way into the living room and taking a seat, you and Carisi following suit on the sofa opposite.

“You the only one home?” Carisi asked, looking around. It clearly wasn’t Billy’s house, definitely his parents, as was the car, both way too expensive to be a teenager’s alone. Billy shook his head, not seeming to want to speak.

He was scared. Of what, or who, you didn’t know, but you were going to find out. “Billy,” you said, making him look up at you from his hands, “what happened?” You asked sympathetically, the weight of whatever he knew clearly threatening to break him.

“I was out for a run, my friend showed me this new route so I thought I’d give it a try, I nearly didn’t see her at first but- I mean she didn’t even look real- she was like some kind of doll I didn’t-” his breath caught in his throat, Carisi passing him a tissue from the coffee table as he tried to compose himself, “- I went to check if she was I person, and then I realised she was dead, oh god she was dead and I got scared and I swear I was going to tell someone, I swear, but then I heard someone and there was this guy- so I ran, I just ran, got in my car and-”

“Wow wow, slow down Billy, breath,” Carisi soothed, both of you perking up at the mention of another man, “what guy? Tell us more about the guy.”

“I don’t know, I didn’t get a really good look, didn’t want to stick around you know? He came out from the trees behind the body and I didn’t want to be next- Oh right er... he was white, shorter maybe, wearing this white running gear-”

You exhaled sharply, clenching your jaw. You’d been so caught up... Why hadn’t it crossed your mind before now? 

“Was that... helpful?” Billy asked, you and Carisi sharing a knowing look as you rose from where you were sitting, unable to afford to waste anymore time than you already had. 

“Incredibly Billy, you did good. We’re going to need to bring you down to the station, alright?” Carisi clarified, satisfied you’d gotten everything you needed for the moment. There was definitely more work to be done, but you finally felt like you were getting closer. 

“But I didn’t-” He started, agitation increasing as he straightened up in his seat.

“We know that, we do, but we’re going to need to confirm everything properly before we let you go, get you to make an official statement,” you explained, voice getting softer as you gave his shoulder a reasurring pat, “we believe you, I promise.”

He nodded, resigning himself. Carisi began to explain the process to him but you were already turning on your heels and heading out of the door, your phone in your hand as you dialed Voight.

“We have a problem,” you told him as soon as he picked up, explaining what Billy had just told you, along with your conversation with Tate. Voight listened intently, waiting until you were finished to talk.

“Do we believe the kid?” He asked you, trusting you enough to defer to your judgement.

You looked back as Carisi led the kid outside, waving to the uniforms to bring him to the squad car and take him to the 21st, his parents were meeting him there, probably with the best lawyer money could buy if the house was any indication, but you didn’t think it’d make a difference.

“We do,” you told him, watching as Carisi made his way back to you from the car, “I know how it sounds, and finger pointing isn’t what we like to go on, but he’s a kid Sarge,” 

You put the phone on speaker, “Y/N’s right, he wouldn’t even have been ten when the New York murders happened.”

“Copycat?” Voight doublechecked, wanting to cover all bases.

“Can’t be, he wouldn’t have known all the facts, and even if we say at a stretch that he wasn’t working alone... we’d still be missing a mastermind,” you told him, Carisi nodding along to every word.

“Okay,” Voight said thoughtfully, “do we have an alibi for the first murder in Chicago?”

You looked to Carisi, “not yet, he’s hysterical, we’ve sent him back to you at the 21st and his parents are being contacted.”

“Okay, I’ll put Atwater and Rojas on it, they’re focusing on Lily’s case,” he told you, “I’ll get back to you when we know more, but for now I’m putting you two on Tate, I’ll fill Benson in while you do, and ask Hailey and Jay to see if either of the families know both potential suspects.”

“Copy that, thanks,” you signed off, putting your phone away with a sigh.

“Everyone missed it,” Carisi tried as you stalked off towards the car, clearly beating yourself up.

“I shouldn’t have done,” you grumbled, digging out the information you’d gotten from the officer on scene about Tate’s address. He was going to say more but you were walking with too much purpose. 

“Y/N,” Carisi grabbed your arm, stopping you in your tracks as you grabbed the handle of your door. You looked back at him, meeting his eyes.

Then he was kissing you, quickly and urgently, the force and surprise pushing you back into the car as he took your breath away.

And then he was pulling away, stepping back as you remembered how to breath, lips tingling and cheeks warm. “I just needed to do that, now we should get back to work,” he told you, heading back to his side of the car with one last lingering look, leaving you still more than a little disoriented. 

“Er yea, yeah we should go that,” you answered, more than a few seconds after he’d said it, turning back to see him smiling from across the car as you opened the door and climbed in. 

You’d be thinking about that for the rest of the day, but you tried your best to push it to one side for now as you composed yourself: “Let’s go have a another chat with Mr. Tate.”

[aleksadnezz]

Sweet Night

Jae x Reader

I let out a groan while I extend both of my hands in the air. I stretched my hands side to side as i slowly pushed myself away from my table so i'll have enough space to stand. I finished the last call I have for today. I scan the whole room and saw that there are only few people left. I turned off my computer and fixed my things. After i fixed my things i stood up and silently bid goodbye to my colleague beside me while she's still in a call with a customer. She looked up to me and nodded and I left the room. On my way of leaving the building i bowed and greeted other people as if they actually give a f but i do it anyway.

It's only 5pm, my shift today was early compared to the other days. Since today is Friday I decided to drop to the market to buy groceries so i can finally eat something that a normal person usually eat, which is a home cook food. I've been eating process foods and sometimes i would just order food outside if i'm feeling lazy which happens everyday. I bought some groceries good for a week cause i don't know when will I have courage to go out and do grocery shopping again. I took a bus on my way to my home. My apartment is quite far from the main road so i had to walk 3 blocks to reached my apartment.

As i was walking a man from nowhere approached me and offer to help me carry my groceries. As if that I would let him he might ran and took my groceries away. I politely refused his offer and I continue to walk, after a minute i thought that he already left but i can feel him walking behind me, the nerve. I entered the building of my apartment knowing that he already stop following me, I quickly looked back to checked if he is still here and HE IS STILL HERE. I try not to think to much so i just think that he might also lived here too and wants extra money by offering strangers assistance or something, yeah right. I quickly hop to the lift together with other tenants, i was the last person to enter so i immediately clicked the close button but then an arm blocked the door and entered. It's still him, I refused to look at him but i can feel that he is staring, luckily we're half meters away from each other. We're getting fewer and fewer as the lift rises to each floors, i'm at 15th floor and this strange old man still with me inside the lift, should i be concern because we're at 12th floor already. I looked up when I heard the sound of the door opened, the other person left, my heart began to beat fast thinking how am i going to beat his ass without dropping my groceries. While i stared at the floor planning his execution I saw a pair of feet walked inside and stood beside me, i looked up to him trying to remember who this person is. Oh right he lived across my apartment. When the door opened i quickly walked out the lift with my short legs, i feel like i look like a penguin rushing to get home but whatever. I reached in front of my door and searched for my room key not minding anybody. I jolted when a man spoke.

"Hey! do you have company?" I turned around to see who is he talking to. I saw the guy across my apartment looking for his key to and suddenly looked up at me. I frowned and saw him slightly gazed over the strange guy walking towards me.

"Uh no." I stared at him as if im hinting that 'i have no f clue who's that old man'

"Hmm.. by the way do you have an iphone charger?"

"Y-yeah i'll give it to you later" I kept the conversation flow, so this old man would think that he's not the only male here.

"Excuse me Mr? I think you're in the wrong floor, this is the dead end." My co-tenant spoke. Both of our room are located at the very end of the hallway, so there's no way that the old man will insist that he lives here. The old man just pretend that he mistakenly went to the wrong floor and thanked him for telling him. What a b

I stood up in front of my door waiting for the old man to leave our floor. I looked back at my co-tenant and he is still standing there looking at the old man's shadow when he finally left.

"Yeah right what a creep." I spoke and his eyes shifted to me.

"Was he following you?"

"Seems like it. I saw him down the street." I said calmy as if i was not terrified earlier. His eyes widen to what i said.

"What??? He must be insane, are you alright?" He asked worriedly. By the way it is my first time seeing him this longer. The only time that i can see him is when he picked up his order from his door. He wears sweats, hoodie and his slides all the time. I wonder what his job is or do he even have a job cause i really never saw him leave his apartment and the cost of this apartment per month is no joke. Well who am i to judge.

"Yes im okay now thank you.."

"No worries." He looked down scratched the back of his nape.

"Thank you again." I smiled and entered my apartment not waiting for him to answer. My bladder is killing me already.

After i went to my bathroom, I started cooking. Im not good at cooking so i try not to make my life more complicated than it already is so i just fried some chicken and vegetables. I placed my food on top of the study table and opened my laptop. I like watching sitcoms and reality shows while i eat, though that's the only thing that i watch cause im not a fan of watching drama series. As i eat i remember that my co-tenant asked me earlier about the charger. I hurriedly finish eating my food so i can hand it to him.

I changed my outside clothes to a loose shirt and pajama, and put my hair into a bun. I walked out my apartment carrying the charger with me, i have an extra so i dont mind if he forgot to return it. Actually i hope he won't forget. I stood in front of his door and knocked trice. I got no answer so i knocked again loud enough for our neighbors to hear. Seconds later and he finally opened the door.

"Hi umm?" I spoke.

"Im Jae, sorry i didn't hear you, i was playing"

"It's okay by the way here's the charger."

"Hmm? Oh- yeah.. yeah.. thanks???" He looked at me waiting for me to answer. He's now wearing some specs that i think made him look attractive. Damn i got a cute neighbor. Okay i'll shut up now.

"It's y/n"

"Thanks y/n i'll return it to you right away."

"Okay sure.." I looked behind him. His room apartment looks just like mine. Well of course we lived in the same building but the difference is that he have lots of electronics like those two monitors with mic and cam on top of his table. I looked back to him, i think he noticed how i scanned his room. Gosh.

"S-sorry.. um you're a streamer?" I asked. His eyes widen as if i just discovered something about him.

"W-well.. i think. yeah i do stream." He again scratched the back of his nape. I just nodded. I didn't ask further questions cause i don't want him to feel uncomfortable.

"Woah cool!" I haven't watch streams before but i know what they do i just don't know how it works. I really do think that people who play games are cool cause i can't stand playing one.

"Yeah yeah.."

I jolted when i heard a voice behind me. It was the delivery guy carrying plastic bags with food.

"So um so see you around" I gave him a little smile and then entered my room.

I washed the dishes that i left earlier. I reached out my phone that was laying on my table, i typed "Jay streamer" nothing shows up so i just stared at my phone then i have come into my senses and quickly turned off my phone. Why do i even bother knowing him. Gosh what's wrong with me.

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[ghostiewriter]

20/57 for the best couple ever jj and kie

I apologise in advanced for this, I haven’t looked over or edited it but oh well🤡

Word Count: 2.4K

Prompts: “It’s just rain, you aren’t gonna melt!” // “We could get struck by lightning, but you want to kiss in the rain.”

Whenever JJ thought of rain, he always thought of Kiara.

In a way, I guess you could say it was a force of habit of the universe to always put them together. It seemed like at every important point of their life, the rain was right there with them. JJ wasn’t even sure if he liked the rain because of Kiara or the other way around. They were so interchangeable because whenever he had a moment that mattered with her, the rain wasn’t far behind to make it just a little more memorable. Any significant memory JJ had of Kiara, there was always rain. Every single one.

Like, when they first met.

“I still don’t get.” The young boy huffed, arms crossed over his chest as he watched his two friends try and balance on one foot.

“How many times do I have to tell you, Jay? Girls like hopscotch. If we get good at hopscotch, we can impress them.” Little John B whined, arms flailing as he tried to maintain his balance before he grabbed onto Pope for support.

“That’s stupid. Girls are stupid.” The blond replied stubbornly. In the distance, a thunder clap echoed through the sky.

“Maybe we should head back inside,” Pope muttered as he narrowed his eyes at the grey sky. “Mrs Taylor said we shouldn’t be out here anyways—”

“We’re fine!” John B assured him. “Dad said the storm won’t roll in ‘til tomorrow night. And he is never wrong.” He puffed his chest as he spoke which didn’t do wonders for his balance.

“How reassuring.” JJ commented dryly. Even as an 8 year old, the boy had sass.

“My dad said that it will be here by four.” Another voice spoke up.

All three boys turned to see a girl standing there, almost like she appeared out of nowhere. She was around their age, JJ noted. And as he glanced over her appearance, that seemed to be where their similarities ended. He noticed how pristine and fancy her clothes looked. They didn’t have holes like his did, and her shoes seemed brand new and fitted to her feet, unlike the ragged ones that were handed down to him from some older kids at the dock. She was one of them, those rich folk he always heard his dad complaining about. Instantly, his face scrunched up in distaste.

“Well, your dad is wrong. Big John knows everything.” JJ retorted.

The girl’s eyebrows furrowed together. “That’s impossible. He can’t know everything.”

“He’s Big John, anything is possible for him.”

“No way!”

“Yes way!”

The two of them continued to bicker back and forth, unaware of how consistent the thunder claps were becoming and how the sky looked much angrier than before. They were both wrong. The storm was coming now.

“Uh, guys—” Pope spoke up, alarmed.

Neither of them stopped.

“Guys!” John B tried this time.

He was unsuccessful.

Then suddenly rain started pouring. Heavily.

Shrieks escaped the young kids, both out of shock and laughter. Thunder clapped and the rain just kept getting heavier. He briefly heard John B yelling about heading back inside and Pope muttering how they were going to die.

“It’s just rain, you aren’t gonna melt!” The girl called out as Pope was running towards the entrance back into the school, a pouting John B following him. But JJ stood there, a massive grin on his face.

“What a bunch of wimps.” He scoffed and the girl laughed. JJ decided that maybe she wasn’t so bad. “I’m JJ, by the way.”

“Kiara.” She replied with a matching grin.

Rain just happened to be one of those things that become a comfort in their relationship over the years, one that become a comfort to them individually too. Kiara didn’t understand her fascination with rain for a very long time. At first, she assumed it was just the relaxation and serenity she got from listening to rain sounds. But every time a storm hit the island, Kiara found herself excited for the rain to come. She would find any excuse to be in it, to just let it pour down on her and engulf her whole. Kiara always assumed she liked the calmness that surrounded rain.

That was until she was fourteen and realised just why she liked the rain so much.

It was the summer before freshman year when they decided to have one last bang before school dragged them under again for the next few months. Kiara found herself in the Boneyard with a cup in her hand (it was full of a god awful beer but she had grown to tolerate the taste, plus it was cheap). She was standing off to the side, just watching the party go ahead, needing a break from being sandwiched between dancing bodies all night.

Her eyes searched for her boys in the crowd, noticing them all pretty quickly: John B was surrounded by a group of tourons as they played some shitty drinking game she couldn’t really identify from the distance, Pope was talking away to some stoners in the corner who seemed interested in whatever he was rambling about, and lastly, she noticed JJ surrounded by a group of people as they happily drank and danced their troubles away.

It was gradual at first. A little bit of spitting, barely noticeable to the ongoing party guests as they continued to smile and laugh and drink. Then it got a little heavier, but people just laughed and assured the tourons that it would eventually die down. And then suddenly, it was pouring down and people were screaming and cheering and laughing. Kiara found herself smiling at the scene in front of her.

“LET’S GET THIS PARTY FUCKING STARTED!”

Kiara laughed, cringing a little at the choice of words but it seemed to work on the rest of the party-goers because they didn’t stop. Music blasting, people singing along, everyone enjoying their last few moments of freedom before the summer ended.

That’s when Kiara’s eyes spotted him once again and she felt her stomach drop a little.

JJ. JJ with his arms wrapped around some random girl’s waist, face nuzzled against her neck as they laughed and danced and howled at the rain. The rain pouring down on them, making the shirt he was wearing stick uncomfortably against his body and it seemed he thought the same because soon her threw it off. Her eyes trailed down his torso, appreciating the abs that were beginning to form and the muscles he was building up.

But that wasn’t what got to her.

It was when the random girl had turned around to face him, her arms wrapping around his neck before she pulled his lips down on hers.

Kiara’s heart skipped a beat as she watched closely.

She then saw JJ’s hands hover for a few seconds before he situated them on her hips and tugged her closer, returning the kiss was the same fever the random girl was giving.

And then she felt her heart stop. Watching him, kissing another girl, the rain pouring down on him as he was left unbothered while she stood there completely shattered.

Kiara liked the rain because it had always been their thing.

And now it wasn’t.

She saw him pull away, saw the random girl lean up and whisper something in his ear and then suddenly they were walking away from the group. They were heading for the grove, the place where couples only escaped to for one reason.

She thought about her moments with JJ, the times their hands had brushed more times than could be coincidental, the lingering looks they sent each other, the small blush that would appear on his cheeks whenever she complimented him. She thought it meant something but it clearly didn’t. And the idea that she could’ve made a move, made a fool or herself and ruin her friendship with him because of her feelings scared Kiara.

The next day the ‘no pogue on pogue macking’ rule was made.

But then the gold summer came crashing down on the happy group when they least expected it and they weren’t prepared. It caused a lot of problems for the pogues, changed things.

They always knew where each other were, no matter what. They made sure to check up on each other at least once a day. There were smaller rules within that, things they never really specified but just seemed to fit in—mostly the lack of complaining from their parental figures on how much they hung out, especially after that fateful night with The Phantom. There weren’t many of them left but they would be damned if they lost each other too.

One of the biggest changes that JJ found was his hatred towards storms. As a child he found them freeing and wild and fun. They were an escape from the usual (and unfortunately shit) Outer Banks he lived in. Storms and rain were something he loved. But after seeing his best friend go down in one, in the boat he had put him on, JJ couldn’t bring himself to see rain in the same way.

Until she changed that.

Kie knew about the storm approaching, and she knew it would be a bad one. Originally, the three of them were going to stay over at the Chateau, but then Pope was being dragged into storm protection duties with his father. So it was just her and JJ, not that she minded too much. Things had been a bit awkward after John B’s departure, Kie acting on her emotions and not thinking clearly. She made some mistakes, and those mistakes almost made her lose both of her best friends. She hadn’t risked anything since then and finally, they were in a place where thinks didn’t feel so forced.

Things felt normal. They felt normal.

The storm had been raging outside for a while now, Kie and JJ sprawled on the pull-out as they just enjoyed each other’s company. Kie was reading a book, JJ’s head on her lap as she gently ran her hands through his hair. JJ had dozed off at some point, but Kie didn’t have the heart to wake him up, not since she knew he had been struggling to get a wink of sleep lately.

It wasn’t until she realised she had left her bag in the car. Usually, it wouldn’t be an issue. She would just borrow some of JJ’s clothes without a second thought. But her toiletries were in that bag and she didn’t fancy sharing a toothbrush with JJ anytime soon.

As quietly as she could, she gently slipped off the pull-out and grabbed her keys. She wasted no time in sprinting towards the car, quickly unlocking the car to grab her bag before running back to the shelter of the Chateau. Except, it just so happened the door had locked behind her.

Cursing slightly, she found herself knocking frantically on the door until a slightly dazed JJ came shuffling from the living room, opening the door and glancing down at her soaked figure. His eyes then fell down to her bag and just simply nodded before he turned to grab a towel from the bathroom, knowing what she wanted before she could even say it.

However, JJ seemed to be taking him time in getting that towel. Kie found herself turning back the rain. She hadn’t really seen the rain as anything but a nuisance since John B and Sarah’s disappearance. She couldn’t bring herself to see it anything but that. But this storm felt different, she almost felt like she was in a trance as she walked back into the exposed storm.

Her eyes shut, arms limp on her side as she leaned her head back and just let herself enjoy the slight nipping feeling of the rain on her skin, embracing the cold wind that came with it.

“Kie? What the fuck are you doing?” She heard JJ call out from the doorway but she didn’t move. She stayed stuck in her spot, a feeling of euphoria washing over her the longer she stood there. It was cleansing, refreshing. It’s what she needed after the months of hell they had been through.

She opened her eyes when she felt JJ’s hands on her shoulders, trying to shake her out of whatever moment on insanity she was having.

“Kie, c’mon, let’s get back inside.” But she just shook her head.

“Can’t you feel it?” She asked him and he only gave her a bewildered glance in response.

“Feel what, my balls freezing off? Because the answer is yes. Now let’s go.” He tried to pull her back to the Chateau but she dug her heels into the ground, shaking her head. She shrugged his hands off her shoulders, grabbing them in her own and pulling him closer.

“Just give in, Jay. It’s okay, I promise.” She murmured, JJ’s eyes on her lips like he was mesmerised by the way they moved. And when JJ finally stopped trying to drag her back inside, he was able to finally appreciate what she meant.

For so long he had hated the rain. He hated the memories it gave him. But in that moment, chest pressed against Kie’s, as they both stood in the pouring rain, JJ felt that same love he felt for the rain when he was younger. And he felt the same love he had for the brunette in front of him he had when he was younger too.

His eyes fluttered open, glancing down at her only to find that she was staring back at him with those big doe eyes of her.

“Kie…” He trailed off but she lightly shook her head, lightly shushing him.

“I just need to know…even if it’s once.” She murmured before she raised herself up on her toes and quickly pressed her lips against his. In an instant, they had their arms wrapped around each other as they got lost each other and in the rain.

This is what they needed, what they always wanted. This is why this storm was different because it also knew. It knew that JJ and Kiara needed rain in their lives, that rain followed the big moments in their relationship.

And this time the rain showered down on the two friends that realised after all these years, their love was requited.

“We could get struck by lightning, but you want to kiss in the rain.” JJ muttered against her lips once they pulled away a little to catch their breath.

“I didn’t see you complaining before,” She whispered back, a small smile tugging on her lips. “Plus, makes it more memorable.”

“You’re crazy.”

“But you love that about me.”

“I do.”

Now whenever JJ thought of rain, he thought of kissing the love of his life.

[babygirlgalitzine]

you were meant for me, and i was meant for you (ao3)

Callum's tossing and turning in his bed, the covers that surround him are wrapping around his legs, restricting his movements further. He lets out a deep sigh into the night, the darkness of the room encasing him, and looks at the alarm clock that sits at his bedside table. Ben often teases Callum for the alarm clock that illuminates the room with red rays, telling him to just use his phone, but Callum likes the idea of having the alarm clock, saying it's homely. It reads just after midnight, and he watches as the seconds tick away. A swirl of anxiety makes its way through his body when he realises what the midnight hour signifies now. It's his wedding day. He smiles, remembering how nervous he was when he first realised that Ben was about to propose. It's the same nervousness now - excitement for what's happening, but scared all the same, because they're in uncharted territory now.

For weeks now, Callum's been unable to sleep properly. He spends nights trying to sleep, tired to his aching bones, but then when he eventually does close his eyes, he's right back in the Vic, sprawled out across the floor, cradling Ben as blood pours from his body, and the colour drains from his face. It's terrifying, knowing that he saw the man he loves that close to death, but it's even scarier when he remembers that was his last attempt at a wedding day - so what could possibly go wrong this time?

He groans, and kicks out at the sheets, needing to feel free from the tightness of them around his legs. He stretches out, and there's a click of his bones. He grabs his phone, and holds it above his face. On the screen is a photo of himself and Ben, taken at their engagement party by Lola, who couldn't resist sending it to Callum the morning after in a hangover induced state. They're both wearing smart clothes, though they don't look pristine, because they couldn't stop putting their hands over the other all night. Ben's got his legs hooking over Callum's lap, and Callum has his arms around Ben's waist, holding him in a warm embrace, fingers just managing to find a sliver of skin to touch. Ben's looking up at Callum, a bright and beaming grin spread across his face, and Callum's mid laugh himself. He loves that photo of them. They look so carefree and happy, love radiating from them. It's the kind of love that lasts, and stands the test of time. 

Callum looks at the time again, noting that it's now ten past, and he shakes his head, but finds Ben's contact number anyway, and presses the call button, putting his phone to his ear. There's three rings, and then a click and he hears Ben's familiar voice, husky and yet soft, pulsating down the phone. "What's wrong?" He asks, and yeah, Callum lets out a chuckle at that. It's just so Ben.

"Nothing." Callum says, already feeling better for just hearing his fiance's voice. "I just can't sleep. I miss you too much." 

Ben chuckles softly, and there's movement down the phone. There's a smile in his voice when he speaks again. "You'll be seeing me in less than twelve hours, in a suit." 

"I can't wait." Callum grins. He turns on his side, looking out at the bed before him. It feels empty. "I just wish you were here." 

"I do too." Ben admits, and it breaks Callum's heart just a little bit. "Are you going to tell me what's wrong? Don't forget, I know you better than anyone. I can tell when you're not okay."

Callum lets out a deep sigh, and his eyes fall shut for just a moment. His hand stretches out across the mattress, and he can feel the natural dip in it where Ben should be. His heart aches for him, but Callum's more than aware that this is just for one night, and then Ben will be back where he belongs, for the rest of their life together. "I'm probably just over tired." Callum says, trying to deflect from the anxiety that's prevalent within him. It's true though, partially. For weeks he's been falling asleep late, staying up to make sure that this wedding will be as perfect as it can be. Then when he does eventually sleep, his slumber is disrupted with thoughts of nightmares. 

"And you think that'll be any different if I was there?" Ben asks, a laugh bubbling away from him. Callum can just picture him, his cheeks flushing a shade of red, a cheeky grin spreading right the way across his face. "I know people say sex dwindles after marriage, but I don't think we're quite there yet babe." 

"We better not be!" Callum laughs and he realises something. Ben makes him feel better. In hindsight, he probably should have realised that before now, but Ben has this magic ability to make Callum forget about all his troubles. He smiles, and speaks again. "What if something goes wrong?"

There's a silence down the phone, and Callum has a sinking feeling in his stomach, regretting even thinking of the question, never mind asking it. He can just about hear Ben's breath over the speaker, and it reminds him of all the times Ben breathes on his bare skin in the night. 

"It won't." Ben says, after a moment of pausing. "I know that sounds stupid, because it's a wedding and it's here, but I promise you, nothing will go wrong. We've got no secrets. Nobody hates us. Not a single person is out to get us. We know who's going to be there, we know what time we have to be there, we know everyone who's coming to the reception. Everything is planned to perfection babe, nothing will go wrong. This time tomorrow, we will be husbands and very drunk, but ready to spend the rest of our lives together. And even if something magically does go wrong - which it won't, because we love each other - it won't take away from the fact that I love you, and that I want to marry you, and I want to spend the rest of my life by your side." 

A tingle spreads through Callum, goosebumps rising on his skin. He smiles softly, his eyes rolling shut as tiredness overtakes his body. "You're amazing, do you know that?" Callum asks.

"It's been said." Ben jokes. "Now go to sleep. Lola said something about going around to ours at half eight to make sure Stuart hasn't tried talking you out of it, so be prepared for that." 

"He's actually quite excited to have you as a brother in law." Callum says, trying to count how long it is between now and Lola barging into his door. Not long enough, according to his tired brain. 

Ben chuckles. "I'll believe that when I see it." He says, and there's a relaxing pause as he smiles. "I love you, Mr Mitchell." 

Callum's heart skips a beat. "I still can't believe you've talked me into that, but I love you too, Mr Mitchell." 

The sun's beaming down, and both of them are grateful that the weather's perfect for a day like this. There's early signs of Autumn, the leaves that were once green now transforming into a burnt orange and deep red and slowly floating down to the ground. It's warm enough not to need a jacket during the day, but it's certain to have a nippy breeze later on as the sun leaves and the moon appears. 

The doors to the wedding venue are open, and Callum's standing outside, shaking peoples hands, welcoming them in, or kissing their cheeks. Lexi's standing by his side, jumping up and down in her bridesmaid dress, asking when her daddy will be here. Nerves course through Callum, especially when Lola reads out a text from Jay saying that they're just around the corner. Everyone's rushing inside, and they're all speaking excitedly, conversing in their seats. There's the odd person standing up inside, but they soon sit down when the news of Ben's imminent arrivals spreads. The doors closes to a shut, and Callum and Stuart are left standing outside together. It's quiet, but Callum's heart is beating loud enough that he can hear it himself. A car door slams shut, and Callum looks down at his feet, too scared to turn and face Ben. There's a smile on his face, but anxiousness in his body. There's footsteps tapping behind him, and then a hand on the small of his back that he instantly recognises as Ben's. He looks to the side of him, and he's blown away. Yeah, he's seen Ben in a suit many times, but never like this. Never a suit of such importance. There's something about this moment that's reminiscent of their first meeting - it feels like it's just them in the world, nobody else matters.  

 "You look amazing." Callum lets out, almost whispering, like it's some sort of secret. 

Ben grins a beaming smile, and pushes his hand out so his pinky is interweaving with Callum's. "Feeling better now?" Ben asks.

Callum nods slightly, and there's tears that are threatening to fall from his eyes to stain his skin. "Still a bit scared if I'm honest." Callum admits, and Ben's running his thumb over his knuckles, grounding him in a calming manner.

"Good scared?" Ben quizzes, raising an eyebrow in a questioning motion. "Or bad scared?"

Callum chuckles, and entwines his fingers with Ben's hand entirely, lifting their connecting hands to his face. He presses a kiss to Ben's fingers, directly on his ring finger, right where his wedding band will be sitting in less than an hour. "Good scared. The best kind of scared." 

"Good." Ben says, biting at his bottom lip. "Fancy getting married?" 

Callum nods, a laugh bubbling away in his throat. "Yeah. I do."

[wolfnitewrites]

The Birth of a Superhuman Society

If you didn’t see the post before this, go look at that. This story is a multi-part story, each part acting like chapters, and posting each part every Tuesday. Each part is about 10 pages. ENJOY THE STORY! :>

Finally, this was what I have been waiting for. I watched the clock on the wall of the classroom. Tick. Tick. Tick. Every second felt like hours. It was the final five minutes of school. The teacher was in the front, using the chalkboard explaining our summer work. Who uses a chalkboard anymore anyway? None of the class was paying attention. Well they were, but not to what they were supposed to be looking at. Everyone stared at the clock on the wall. Waiting so patiently. Tick. Tick. Tick.

I looked around the class. I saw sweat dripping down their faces. Everyone was twitching, ready to leap out of their seats and run out the door as soon as the bell rang. I was glad people were exatic to get out of school. I wasn’t as much.

My family helps run a small company were a crew of people look for remains of old crashes of plains and sunken ships in the water. It's called Project Pacific. This year my family wants to ruin my summer and make me go searching for items in the sea. This summer isn’t going to be fun at all. I had nothing to look forward to at all.

“RING!” That was it, the bell finally went off. Our science teacher, Mr. Peters was still trying to present something but he was cut short by everyone leaving as soon as possible. What could he do anyway? It was the final minutes of school. It wasn’t like he was gonna make us stay in detention anyway, everyone wanted to go home.

“Is that who I think it is?” A voice cut through the air like a knife cutting vegetables, or a bullet being shot at a firing range. To me, it was more like a bullet being shot at a firing range, but I was the target. 

“It is!” The voice yelled again. I have been tormented over and over again by this kid since the first grade. God how I hated everything about him. I never had one normal day of schooling in my life thanks to him. 

“Come on Jay,” I yelled back. “It’s the last day of school, do you really want to do this now?” That wasn’t even a question though. I had already known the answer before I even asked it. I tried making a break for the front door before he could lunge at me, hoping I could make it close enough for the principal to do something about it. I quickly realized that I was too slow for that though. He always catches up to me. No matter how fast I try to run. I was a frail child and was horrible at any physical activity.

“What’s up loser?” He spoke in this condescending way. I knew if I said the wrong thing, my ass would be on the ground. And I will be wailing in pain on the ground as he laughs at my expense. 

“Uh, the sky obviously.” That was the worst mistake I have made this year. I should’ve remembered he never liked joking around. Before I could even turn to look at the angry expression on his face, I had gotten thrown to the ground. Lying there defenceless as he beat the crap out of me. No one came to help me. It felt like he had broken all my bones in my body with only a couple kicks. No teachers, or kids helped me. All of the students that passed us in the hall giggled and went along. 

I tried to get up, but got kicked straight in the face. My body ached in pain as I felt more and more kicks going into my side, chest and getting my legs stomped on. I learned to cope with the pain. I tried to scream out for help but the pain in my body was too much.

“No crying,” I told myself. “You’ll only fuel his need for torment.”

I think everyone in the school had already left besides me. And Jay. My body felt like I was shot fifty times by someone who very much wanted me to die. Like I was stabbed fifty times in the chest. 

As I turned over to my stomach, I saw. Blood. Dripping on the floor, from my face. This is the worst beating I have ever got from Jay, and they were all pretty bad. This was a new level though.

“Did that asshole wear cleats or steel toe boots just to kick the crap out of me?” I thought to myself. You would think that would be a crazy thought, but that would not be the stupidest thing he had done just to hurt me. I don’t think he wanted me dead just yet. He still had to beat me up more in the future.

When he finally walked away, I tried to stand. But I slipped on my own blood on the floor. I could barely move my arms. My vision was getting blurrier by the second. I tried to scream for help one last time, but I couldn’t. I passed out.

When I woke up, I was in the Jungle. You could see trees and plants as far as the eye could see. It looked amazing. It looked like something out of a movie. Truly, it looked like it was on another planet covered in the purest green. I quickly checked my legs, stomach and felt around my face. No broken bones or bruises.

“Is this a dream?” I wondered to myself as I wondered about the beautiful landscape. I walked for a bit then I saw some people sitting, looking off into the abysse of trees and bushes. I went closer to them. I felt super tired, the sun beating on my head and the occasional breeze all made me drowsy. I had a lot of questions and I needed answers. 

When I reached them, their necks looked as rough as bark on a tree. Rough enough to cut your hand if you just did so much as touch it. There was a dim light glowing from the center of where they were sitting. Progressively getting brighter and brighter. It was the prettiest light show I have ever seen. 

The wooden people turned their necks to face me.

“Touch the light.” 

“Who said that?” I looked at the wooden people, one of them was looking straight in my eyes.

“Touch the light, young one.” The wooden man grabbed my arm, cutting me in the process. “Ow!” I yelled, but the wooden man didn’t care. He was forcing my hand closer and closer to the light. I tried to resist him, but every escape attempt I tried to do, he tightened his grip.

Then. I touched it. The wooden man had made me touch the light. 

“Listen, young one,” The man said. “There is an evil out in the world somewhere and this power will help you fight it. These other men here are the past wielders of this power. You must train your body to control this power and fight this evil.” After that, he was gone. They were gone, then the whole landscape started to fade into blackness. I still had so many questions. 

“What is this power, what is this great evil.” 

I started to gain consciousness. I saw a bright light that covered my whole vision. As my eyes adjusted to the light I saw, my whole family. Next to them, all my friends and people that cared about me. I panically looked around my surroundings. I was hooked up to an I.V. 

“Hey hey hey,” I saw a doctor charging at me. “Calm down, you will be alright.” 

“Where am I?” I could barely get the words out.

“You are in the ICU. You got beaten up very badly. You have been out for almost a week,” said the doctor. “A week?” I thought to myself. Did that bastard beat me up that badly? That was the least of my worries, though. What I was worrying about was this power that was supposedly inside me. Also the evil that I was warned about. 

When I was let out of the hospital, I was covered in stitches and bandages. Although my face wasn’t in pain anymore, I could still feel all the scars on my face. My legs were broken in 3 different places, and one of my arms in four. 

“What a way to start off my summer,” I said almost on the verge of crying. “At least you will be able to get out of your casts soon,” My mom said as we were driving home from the hospital. “The doctor said your body started healing at a record speed when you awoke.” Was this the power the wooden man had given me? A power to speed up recovery from injuries? 

The rest of the ride home was silent. It was like my mom was scared to talk to me about what happened at the school. With Jay. 

“Hey Mom,” I wanted to ask about what I missed, but I couldn't get Jay out of my mind. “What happened with Jay?” She didn’t answer. When we got home. my Mom didn’t even turn around to face me. It was like she was frozen, like she just saw a ghost. I looked over my Mom’s shoulder, and I saw someone pointing a gun at her. 

“I see,” The man said. He sounded annoyed, like someone playing a game of keep away with his phone or something. “You are who they chose to wield the power next.” How did he know about this power? Was this the evil I had to defeat? It just looked like a regular guy wanting to commit crimes.

“Who are you!” I yelled. I felt my body getting stronger. My muscles started tensing up, like they were getting ready to get hit. Like what Jay did to me all those times.

“Death.” I saw his eyes squint, and his finger moving to the trigger. It was all in slow motion, though. It looked like I was watching a movie. He was going to shoot my mother! For some reason, at that moment it occurred that he wasn't aiming the gun at me, he was aiming it at her. Basically the only person I had left besides a few select family members. “Is this the evil those people were talking about?” I thought to myself. I felt my feet start moving, Like they were running. Completely on their own. Running at the evil in the world. The one who was going to kill my Mom.

Instinctively, I reached out for the gun. It was too late, though. He had already shot the gun at my mother. I watched as the bullet left his gun, and shot through the air like a baseball being thrown down the field to the catcher for the last out in a game. 

“Mom!” I screamed out, hoping she would turn into the flash and dodge the bullet. I knew that wouldn’t happen, but one could hope, right? 

I turned to the man, he was looking so smug it was killing me. How could one be proud of killing someone. I was filled to the brim with pure rage. Without thinking, I started charging at him, with my right hand clenched. Hoping to deliver a devastating blow straight to his skull.

“Pff, you're slow,” The man said as he dodged me. Slow!? How dare he call me slow. I landed my feet on the house, and tried to lunge at the man running after he shot my mother. 

“Ahhhh!” I yelled out in pain. I felt a sharp pain shoot up my legs and arms. They were broken again. Just a second ago they were fine, what happened?

“How did this happen?” I asked myself. “I didn’t even get hit by his fist, I would’ve felt it.” All the adrenaline was still pumping through my body so it didn’t hurt as much as it should’ve.

“Mom!” I yelled to my mother, hoping she was still alive. “Are you okay?” My mom turned her head to look at me. I saw a puddle of blood around her that I didn’t notice before. She couldn’t speak. She was in too much pain. I noticed she was trying very hard, though.

I crawled over to her with the limited mobility I had after breaking my legs and arms. I tried to search her pockets for her phone so I could call 911, but it was too late. 

“It’s too late for me.” She said in the frailest voice I have ever heard as she grabbed my hand, trying to stop me from reaching her phone. 

When I felt her grip loosen, I knew she was gone. Just five minutes ago we were in the car, driving home. I wish I could have talked to her more. Only if I knew that would be the last time we would see each other, alive and well. That was in the past now. 

“HELP!” I cried out in pain. Not just for myself, for my now deceased Mom. Or at least I thought she was deceased. “Can anyone hear me!?” I cried out again. I saw someone looking out of their window, and then looked straight at me. Then he disappeared. My vision was starting to blur, like when I had the crap beat out of me.

“Not again,” I said, trying to stay awake. “Not this again, come on. I can stay awake.” The effects that the adrenaline had on me were wearing off, and I started to feel more and more pain. “I can bear this pain, come on, just stay awake for a little longer.” 

Not much time had passed and I heard the sound of a siren.

“Did someone call 911 for us?” I was so grateful, but my injuries prohibited me from celebrating.

“Look Mom,” I said, hoping for my mom to still be alive. “Someone called 911 for us. Before I saw the ambulance, I blacked out. What felt like seconds later, I had awoken again. I wasn’t on the ground anymore, though. But inside the back of an ambulance for the second time in a month.

“He’s awake, thank god.” One of the paramedics said out of pure relief. “Your broken bones were pretty bad, but they healed super fast.” My vision was still blurry but I could sort of see the interior of the ambulance. I didn’t see my Mom though.

“Where,” I said, trying to get the words out. I felt so weak, I could barely even keep my eyes open. “Where is my Mom?” All the paramedics looked at each other like it was a hard math equation they had to find the answer to. 

“Get some sleep now, you have had a pretty stressful day.” 

“No,” I said. Why didn’t they give me an answer when I asked. “Where is my Mom?” From what I could see, they looked. Almost worried. 

“I told you to get some sleep,” one of the paramedics said. His expression made him look and sound like he was annoyed. I saw him shimmy his way over to a container that was hooked up to me. It took me a while to figure out that I had a breathing mask on, and that container was controlling how much oxygen was getting to me. I mean what else could it be for. I’m no doctor. “Tssss” I heard a hissing sound coming from the container. 

“What are you doing?” I asked the man who was letting the mystery gas through the tube into my breathing mask. I started to feel drowsy, like I hadn’t slept in three days. Was he forcing me to sleep? Was this even legal? The last thing I saw before I was asleep. Was another smug look. 

When I awoke for what felt like the five hundredth time that day, I was on a hospital bed. I still had a mask on my face, but there wasn’t anything else abnormal attached to me. It was like I was at my annual physical, with a breathing mask. I mean, I’m forced to wear one when going to bed because I have trouble breathing while sleeping. I even had to go to the hospital once because I almost died in my sleep because there was not enough air getting into my body. So I got used to wearing it.

“That didn’t take long” A doctor said as she peaked around the corner. “Your wounds healed up rather quickly, and the knockout gas didn’t last either.” Knockout gas? Was that guy forcefully making me breathe in knockout gas? 

“Where is my Mother?” I was very worried about her. I think anyone in the right mind would worry about their Mother that got shot. 

“Well,” the woman said. “We did find a heartbeat. It was very faint, but it was there. Your Mother is in critical condition, though. She may not last another week, if she is lucky.” Every single last one of those words hurt me. It felt like I was being beaten to death again, but with words. 

“Will she pull through?” That was a stupid question. I knew the answer already. She just said everything about my Mom’s condition. After the doctor heard my question, she looked confused. She was probably thinking why I asked that stupid ass question. Then she walked out. She didn’t even take my breathing mask off.

“How rude!” I thought to myself. 

A little while later I was called out into a proper check-up area. It had been so long since I had been in one. Whenever I get my check-ups, it’s usually in an x-ray area. I’m not sure why, but my Mom used to make depressing faces when she saw the results. I never thought much of it though. 

Finally after an hour of waiting, a doctor came in. My vision was getting better so I could see his nametag. Oh nice, his name was Zach. That is my best friend's name. That was cool to me, I’m not sure why though.

“Lay down on the bed,” he said in a shallow, scratchy voice. Then he went away, typing on the computer. 

“Seager, Micheal. Height, 6,1. Weight, 170, Age, 17” I got offended when I saw the height. 

“Hey,” I said. “I’m 6,2, not 6,1.” I have no idea why I wanted to correct him. I did anyway though. 

“Yeah whatever,” He said in response. I don’t think he liked his job much. After that he proceeded to do the normal check-up stuff. You know, see if your back is straight. See if you had trouble breathing, which I did. And check vision.

“This is your second time to the hospital this month,” He said. “Is that correct?”

“Yes it is.”

“Can you tell me anything about this time, why are you here again?” He said, I could tell he was waiting to ask me that question. His voice became a little more, lively and not as though it was the devil talking. I knew if I told the whole truth, he wouldn’t believe me and he would probably send me to therapy.

“Uh,” I said. I wonder what excuse I could make. “Well, I saw the guy pointing a gun at my Mom, so I tried to run over to her to try and prevent her from getting hurt. The next thing I knew I was in the back of an ambulance.” I hope he believed my story. It wasn’t that far off from the truth anyway.

“I see. So did you see the man’s face that held your Mom at gunpoint?” I tried thinking of an evil face. One that looked like they could kill someone if they wanted to. I could only think of Jay, though. I couldn’t seem to think of the man’s face that shot my Mom.

“No sorry, I don’t remember his face.” I was disappointed in myself. I have always been able to remember faces way too well. More so than anything else. These were different times though. New times. 

“I see,” The doctor went back to his old way of talking. Shallow and scratchy. “So you don’t remember anything about when you and our mother were held at gunpoint?”

“Well, when I asked him what his name was, he replied death. It was such a strange answer, but fitting.” He looked at me like I was crazy. Maybe he was going to be sent to a therapy class afterall.

“Thank you for your cooperation,” Dr. Zack said after minutes of typing on his computer. “You’re free to go” He said that like I was in a prison, finally getting free’d from my sentence.

“Thank you.” I had no idea where I should go, though. My Mom is still in the ICU, so I had no one to pick me up.

I was traveling the hall, then I saw a familiar face running down the hall. It was the nurse that greeted me when I awoke. 

“There you are,” She said. “Micheal, I need to talk to you.” I was worried about what she needed to talk to me about. Was it about my Mom’s condition, if it was I wasn’t in the mood for my day to be ruined.

“Uh,” I said, completely caught off guard. To think of it, I wasn’t going to be able to work at my Project Pacific. “What do you need? Is it about my Mom?” 

“No it’s not,” She said. “It’s about your living arrangement. After your Dad found out about your and your mothers hospitalization, He went crazy and is nowhere to be found.” Of course he wasn’t around, I mean he was never around to begin with. Now he is truly missing, though.

“What about my living arrangement?” I asked. Since my Dad was missing, I had nowhere to stay, and I did not want to live in a foster home. Where else could I stay, though.

“You actually have options,” she said. I was very happy when I learned that I actually had choices. “You can either stay in a very nearby hotel with a gym. You also have the choice of staying in the hospital, but we may fill up rooms soon because there are a lot of reckless people out there. Or if you really wanted to, you could stay in a foster home.”

It wasn’t even a hard choice though. I am of course picking the hotel because I need the gym to strengthen my body. To fight back against anyone.

“Uh” I said. “I’ll pick the hotel. How would I pay for it though?”

“That’s the thing,” She replied without even pausing to think about what she was saying. “The hospital would pay for two months of living in the hotel, with the maids checking in on you throughout the day to make sure you are okay. You also have the option of visiting your Mom whenever you feel like.” This was great news! I could somewhat have my summer back. Having the freedom of living by myself before I even turn 18!

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Life on Crow Avenue: Part 2

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“And you haven’t acted in front of an audience in years?” Celia asked Roman amazed.

Roman shrugged nonchalantly and told her: “No, I haven’t had the time. But apparently, I haven’t lost my edge. I’d hope I’d get to act some scenes with you the next time, so I could impress you a bit more and see how talented you are yourself.”

The middle-aged woman giggled and her friend in the background rolled her eyes, as she waited for her to finally get to her, so they could go home.

“Oh, you rascals, you! You embarrass me!” Celia said and Roman winked at her.

She then finally bid him goodbye and Roman waved her and the others who were leaving. He had promised to stay back and help to clean the place up. With him it was only Rodriguez, the owner of the little room they could rehearse and meet in, Samantha, the group leader, and Jay.

Why exactly Jay had stayed though, Roman was a little confused about. The man, probably around thirty, had a rather heavy limp on his left leg and needed a stick to get around. But then again, Roman would not go and complain about him staying here. He watched them from the side, while making snarky remarks and banter with Samantha, who answered just as snarkily.

Roman almost dropped the chairs he was carrying as he heard Samantha gasp offendedly after Jay said: “No, of course your recital of Tamara’s monologue was so much more inventive than Jane’s! I mean who else would be able to butcher her lines filled with wit with such a graceful off-beat delivery but you? Definitively, not Jane.”

Grasping, Roman set the chairs down as Samantha appalled herself. He clutched his hand in front of his mouth to stop himself to laugh out loud at the exchange and the sass these two displayed. The dryness and dripping sarcasm in Jay’s words really did it for Roman. Also, it probably didn’t help that he found himself drawn towards the expressive face of his. There was happening so much at once; slight movements of his eyebrows, a little tremble from his lips there and then and the quick darting of his eyes.

So, when they had eventually finished to clean everything up, Roman was not unhappy to find himself left alone in the company of Jay, as Rodriguez and Samantha bid them good night.

With a smile Roman eyed Jay from the side. His attire was simple, black shirt, black slacks and black shoes. And a black bowler hat, which had quite some flair. As of now, he sat on the little wall next to the stairs, holding the top of his cane with both hands. He had slender shoulders and love handles, and Roman assumed that he was about half a foot smaller than him. Maybe a little less, but since he hadn’t seen him standing straight it was hard to guess correctly.

“Like what you see there, Mr. Superstar Actor?” Jay suddenly asked with edge in his voice.

Roman’s eyebrows shot up for a second. He had been caught staring, hadn’t he? Quick he caught himself, put on a smirk and replied: “I can’t say I wouldn’t enjoy it. But I suppose I should leave a little of the astonishing view for the others, huh? Can’t be too greedy, can I?”

Jay’s mouth opened a little and he just looked at Roman for a second, before he closed his mouth with a little chuckle and looked to the side.

“You are a terrible flirt, Mr. Roman. Just terrible,” he commented glancing over to him with a grin he didn’t bother to hide.

Roman wiggled his eyebrows and leaned against the wall next to the entrance door. Jay’s eyes followed him and he liked the attention the man gave him. It felt a little like dancing, acting even.

“You would not believe, but people have told me that before,” Roman said grinning and watched Jay turn his attention to his hands.

“No, really? After seeing you talking so humbly with Celia, I would never have guessed,” Jay said with a sarcastic eye roll, as he reviewed his fingernails with great detail.

Roman felt his lip twitch but managed to keep up a smile, before he answered in a more sincere tone: “I figured she was having fun talking to a younger guy like me. So, I played along. I mean that is what we come to do here, right? Act and have some fun. Not be yourself for a few hours.”

A layer disappeared for a moment. Jay’s oak brown eyes drifted away before they landed on Roman again. A lot reflected in that short look of his, too much for Roman to register, before it had evaporated and coolness took its place.

“Not be yourself for a few hours? Who are you then but an actor?” Jay asked and Roman tilted his head from one side to the other.

“I think, I like it better for you to not know that. Otherwise you had to tell me who you are, if you are not here, and I kinda like you better with a flair of mystery draped around you.”

“Me? Mysterious? Why would you think that?” Jay asked with a glint of mischief in his eyes.

Eloquently Roman stepped away from the wall towards Jay, who observed him curiously. Quick Roman joined his hand behind his back and leaned forwards, just slightly overstepping the edge of Jay’s personal space. Stiff Jay looked into Roman’s eyes and for a split fragment of eternity they lost their train of thoughts. They lost the hold on their masks and lost themselves in the other’s eyes.

Then Roman batted his lashes and smiled smugly.

“Because I like to imagine that I entered the part of my story, where a mysterious man in black, with a stylish cane and bowler hat came to show me a new way of life. An adventure I would never have dreamt of,” Roman said and stepped back beginning to walk backwards down the stairs.

Jay laughed and held his hand over his stomach as he did so. It almost sounded a little like a cartoon villain but Roman caught himself thinking that it was simply endearing.

“And what will your story be? A tragedy or a comedy?” Jay asked as Roman stood on the lowest step and leaned his hand against the pillar by the wall.

A shrug. Roman’s smile faded a little. Turned into something more sincere. More vulnerable. But Jay was too far away to see and Roman grinned again as he answered: “That only time will tell. So, stay tuned! I’m looking forward seeing you again in two weeks! So long Jay!”

Theatrical he bowed and walked away towards his car, hearing the man sputter something behind him. It might have been a Goodbye or a swear for simply walking away. Roman grinned and was happy to find out at their next meeting.

“¡He vuelto!” Roman announced as he entered their apartment over their store and closed the door behind himself.

As usual, there was no immediate response and Roman put his stuff aside before he walked down the hallway. The door to Remus’s room was open and the light was turned on. Relaxed Roman looked inside and found quite the surprise.

Remus sat on his bed, a pile of books sitting in front of him on which he had placed a hand mirror. Next to that strange set up was the little vanity box, which was opened and several brushes and powder puffs were scattered around Remus, who was currently applying a layer of lilac eyeshadow around his eyes.

Roman stared at him with big eyes. He also wore a neon yellow tank top, over it a pine green shirt with funky pink, purple and orange spirals and zigzag patterns on it, which he hadn’t buttoned but tied the bottom part together. And to add to the eccentrics, he also wore the pale blue pair of dungarees, the carriers not put over his shoulders but letting them hanging by his sides.

Finally, something reminded Roman of the fact that he himself was in fact alive and he should probably ask his brother what all of this meant. He shook himself out of the trance, reached for the light switch next to the doorframe and pressed it twice to get Remus’s attention. Remus let his brush sink down and looked over to Roman.

“Oh, you’re back from practice?” Remus asked and looked at him intently.

“Yes!?” Roman said and signed giving him a poising look. “And you’re putting make up on?”

“Obviously. Also, you need to get changed. We’re going out tonight. I’ve put something out for you,” Remus said unimpressed and motioned for him to get into his room and start getting ready.

“We’re what!?” Roman signed looking absolutely thrilled if though confused.

Remus sighed and rolled his eyes. A little too shyly for his brother to not be suspicious he answered: “The guy from the tattoo studio next to us came by and invited us to go to the jazz club down the street. The bookworm is also there and apparently the pet store dude plays in the band there? I don’t know. Something like that.”

Roman marched in with the most shit-eating grin and let himself drop down onto Remus’s bed. Teasingly he wiggled his eyebrows and signed: “This guy from the tattoo studio wouldn’t happen to be astoundingly hot, huh?”

Annoyed Remus shoved Roman to which Roman only giggled and led to Remus shoving him even harder so he actually fell from the bed. But Roman only laughed louder and Remus had to kick him to the shin to stop his laughing.

“Hey!” Roman cried out, which in return made Remus laugh and his brother pout miserably.

“Don’t make that face! You knew that I’d do that if you’re just being a little brat,” Remus defended himself and let his legs dangle from the bed side.

Roman rubbed his shin, pouted a little more but then gave in and signed: “Fine, but is this actually about him? And what’s his name? And what in gods name do you want me to wear?”

Remus circled his shoulders and jumped to his feet. He stretched his hand out to Roman, helped him up and motioned him to follow him, while explaining: “The name’s Patton. Pastel punk. The guy has cyan hair and it looks kinda rad. Also, he blushes very hard and that makes him a fun target to mess with.”

Remus stopped in front of Roman’s door and let him enter first, curiously waiting for his brother’s reaction. Roman walked inside and before he could inquire more about the blush-y, kinda rad guy, he spied the clothes on his bed and clicked his tongue. White t-shirt, his favourite red jacket and black slim fit jeans. While the top part was fine, he was not so sure about the jeans.

He just shot a look back to Remus, who immediately rolled his eyes and gesticulated avidly nagging: “Don’t look at me like this! They fit you very well and they are not too small. Just put them on.”

“But I’ll look fat!”

Remus let his shoulders slump and pinched the bridge of his nose. He wished he didn’t have to have this conversation as often as they did, but here they were.

“Ro, you are fat,” Remus began for the zillionth time as gently as his tense nerves allowed it, “and that is fine. It’s nothing bad. Stop telling yourself that it’s bad. And those jeans will not make you look any bigger than you are. They’ll just compliment your legs and backside and hide the zones you want to hide.”

Roman still looked unsure and Remus sighed and put his hand on Roman’s shoulder. Gave it a squeeze and made sure that he looked into his eyes before he spoke again.

“Do I look like I want you to embarrass me in front of the possibly most attractive pastel punk I’ve ever met?”

A chuckle spurted out of Roman’s mouth. Remus knew now that he would try. That he would be fine.

Yes, Roman would be fine and tonight they would have some fun, with a pastel punk, a bookworm and the jazz playing pet store guy.

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