#okay i get asked for bare skin gifs a lot so here's some i hadn't done before

[papa-evershed]

Rob James-Collier as Liam Connor

CORONATION STREET

[breathe-101]

The long drive home!

Characters: Jacob Scipio and writer.

Dear diary,


Hehehe, look at you and your nosy self.

There's some PG18 stuff I need to share.

As you were!


Sooooo, I’ve been dating Jacob for about six months now.

It was my idea to keep it private of course.

Honestly, after loving him from a distance for so long, I just wanted to give it a chance.

You know better than anyone that he's my first boyfriend.

It's exciting but I can't really say I'm not scared.

Just a little. Okay, maybe a lot.

Oh my days what the fork am I saying!


Anyway, having flown in this morning he insisted on picking me up after work.

I didn’t want him to cause man needed sleep.

The press tour was long and to expect anything from him now was just ridiculous.

We settled on spending the weekend together.

It’s been a hectic week and sleep was all I wanted really.

I don’t think coffee is the answer anymore, might just give myself heart failure at this rate.
 
Oooo and before we move on with the story, I actually said goodbye to my colleagues before leaving the office today.

Talk about progress.

Still don't really like them though.

Anyways, back to the story.


Jacobs black Jaguar pulled up out front.

Sprinting to the car, my first thought was to get the fuck out of there before my colleagues

had something to write about in the group chat.

Forget the butterflies of excitement welling up in my tummy, those villians gossip like fish wives.


Jumping in, there he was, you know.

After weeks of FaceTiming he was actually here.

‘Hi’ I whispered. It was all I could manage in that moment.

No judgement please!


Jacobs hair had grown longer.

Dark curls bouncing effortlessly as he moved his head, looking at me then the road again.

I hadn't even realised we’d started moving.

He had one hand on the wheel and the other now resting comfortably on my thigh giving it a slight squeeze.

You know that grip.

The one that makes you all giddy. Ahhhhh!!!


Okay, so. My eyes made their way down his face, his skin looked good.

Clear and somehow giving off a glow.

He didn’t have any makeup on having had the morning off.

I liked his bare face.

His almond eyes looked more defined against his now darker completion.

Guess the Florida sun agrees with him cause even his lashes looked longer.
The car came to a sudden stop.

Red light.

Lips parting slowly, his face turned towards me and he finally whispered,

‘Hi'. You knowwww, the way guys do when they want you to lean in closer cause you can't hear what they're saying.

Hmmmmm, I see you Jacob!


I watched him unable to speak.

I had so many things I wanted to tell him about

and so many questions to ask but, nothing.

I just happily stared at the amused expression on his face.

His scent filled my nose as he placed his hand on my cheek, outlining my brow then gliding down to rest on my neck.

‘I missed you' he whispered again.

Aaaahhhhh! (Hand on the chest level of excitement)


I followed his inspecting eyes as they made their way up my body.

Starting with my stocking covered legs, then a glance at my full thighs.

Eyes stopping at my chest, Jacob slowly released a deep breath then quickly looked me in the eye.

I could feel him moving closer, fingers caressing the short hair on the back of my neck.

Beeeeeeep!

His gaze sharply turned back to the road as the honking snapped us out of the moment.

Seriously!


It was a long drive to my apartment.

I'd just started a new job and hadn't found a closer place yet.

Note to self, get that sorted ASAP.

He'd packed a bag for the weekend and had several paper bags I didn't recognise.

I wanted to ask but exhaustion got the better of me.

We drove in silence.

Both of us reluctant to disturb the heavy tension in the air.

We'd said a few words about our weekend plans then continued an amusing dance of stealing glances at each other. 
This was all new to me. I'd never really liked someone this much.

I just wanted to touch him.

Feel the weight of his legs wrapped around me and rest my head on his chiseled chest.

He'd been working out.

I could tell. Jacobs arms had grown bigger more defined.

The dark T-shirt hugged his bicep as he loosely held the wheel.

I could see the outline of his abs under the fitted shirt.

His waist looked smaller against his broad shoulders.

His legs had grown bigger, leaner.

Jacob was holding my hand now, squeezing it lightly, stroking my finger with his thumb.

Keep it together girl!


We made a quick stop to get some snacks for the road then continued home.

The heavy atmosphere and smooth car ride made me drowsy.

I wanted to look at him longer but my eyes were fighting a losing battle.

I'd forgotten just how cute he was when he was happy.

Jacobs face broke into a mischievous smile, amused by the drowsy look on my face.


'I thought you were excited to see me. How dare you fall asleep.' He chuckled,

admiring my blushing face unaware of the Pervy thoughts flying around in there.

I let out a lazy laugh, pulling his warm hand closer to my chest.


Jacob moved his hand down to my legs, slowly caressing my inner thigh.

I looked up at him, eyes half closed.

The sky had grown dark, low lights hitting his face, outlining his now fuller beard.

He looked good, really good.

Jacobs hand slowly made its way further between my legs, strong fingers sliding their way against my tight stockings.

I shifted, slightly parting them in response.

Feeling a strong tug, they ripped making way for his fingers.

Hand lightly tracing the ladder paving its way down my inner thigh, his grip on the wheel tightened.


The car stopped.

Red light.

Taking advantage of the short pause, he leaned over, his face right up against mine.

Moving even closer, breathing heavily, I anticipated the feel of his warm, full lips... but he stopped. Such a tease!

His warm breath now flowed into my slightly parted lips.

I was struggling to keep my eyes open but I craved him.

I craved the mouth I hadn't felt for three weeks.

I wanted to bite his plump lip, feel him wince against me then aggressively come back for more.

Invading my mouth, not knowing where his saliva started and mine ended.

Licking the blood off his lip wanting more of him on my tongue.

Girrrrl who are you!

Holding my gaze, he slowly lowered my car seat then turned to face the road.

‘Rest.' He demanded.

The car started moving again.

‘You fiend' I muttered under my breath.


I could feel my body fully relax into the seat as sleep came over me.

But his hand started moving again this time moving closer .

Hhhmmmm This man will be the death of me, I swear.

I'd like to sleep now ,Sir. If you don't mind.'

He let out a deep chuckle, pinching my thigh in the process.

I jumped surprised by the sudden attack.

I smacked his hand and he chuckled again. 'Such a tease' I muttered accusingly.


The hand crept even closer caressing back and forth,

reaching its goal then moving away again.

The frustration from exhaustion and this slow seduction had my body screaming.

Eyes closed I grabbed his hand and slowly guided it up to where we both wanted it.

Parting my legs further, I arched my back, moving my hips higher up the seat to give him a better view.

‘I’d like to drive if you don't mind' his deep voice tugging at my stomach.

I chuckled leaning my head back giving him a good view of my now exposed throat.

‘You can have your hand back if you need it. You seem to be doing just fine with one'.

‘Hmmm' he reluctantly moaned in agreement.


The car stopped, another red light.

Sitting up, I moved closer to him.

Squeezing his hand tighter between my thighs.

I stared into his eyes, reflecting the GPS light. Moving his other hand off the wheel,

I placed it firmly around my throat, squeezing slightly.

We stared at each other desire hanging heavy in the small space.

Eyes barely open I parted my lips, releasing a slow breath, coated with the smell of Maltesers, his favourite.

My hot breath hit his lips then moved down to his throat.

I swallowed.

Making sure his hand felt every inch of the movement before moving it slowly down to my erect nipple.

Orange light.

Peeling his hand off my breast, I returned it to the wheel.

Moving away, I settled back into my seat, fully closing my eyes.

Green light.

‘You should drive Mr Scipio. Don't want to hold up traffic now do we?’

Running his fingers through his hair, eyes fixated on my charged body, Jacob slowly accelerated.

‘You f*cking tease' he breathed, pinching my thigh again as he turned to face the road.

PS: I’ll tell you the rest later xx

[d1xonss]

Desert Rose

Chapter 12 ~ Cherokee Rose

✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Rose

✧ Era : Season 2

✧ Word Count : 3.4k

In this chapter ~ When the rest of the group was informed about all the recent events, it was clear they became fearful, wanting to formulate some sort of plan. After reuniting all together at the farm, they are left with the anticipation if Rose would pull through. Meanwhile, the search for Sophia continues.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ THIRD PERSON POV *~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Lori and Maggie eventually made it back to the farm just in the nick of time, jumping off the horse in a hurry before jogging inside the house to see Rick and Carl. Seeing the short haired girl was telling nothing but the truth. Unimaginable relief filled Rick's chest the moment Lori walked through the door, safe and unharmed. However, the reality of the circumstances circled back quickly, knowing that Rose's life continued to be on the line depending on what the future held.

Lori didn't need to be told twice when offering up whatever amount of blood they would allow. Just seeing how pale she had gotten, how terrible this all escalated in just a few hours, it was a lot to process.

Although the woman hadn't interacted much with Rose after they had first met, she was still a part of the group, and had kept her son safe countless times since she stepped foot in their camp. And because of that, Lori knew she could trust her. And if giving her blood helped her stay alive, she would do it in an instant.

None of them strayed too far from the bedroom as Hershel continuously checked on her more times than any of them could count. It had been hours since Shane and Otis had set out in search of the supplies and still hadn't returned, which only caused the tension in the house to spike. Though there wasn't much they could do but keep their chins held high. Even if the minutes were slowly ticking away at her fate.

"Shot? What do you mean shot?" Dale asked the group as they made their way back over to the RV, briefly explaining why only a third of the group emerged from the woods.

"God, I don't know Dale. All I know is that some girl rode in on a horse, telling us my best friend got shot and took Lori so she could give her a blood transfusion...I think. It all happened too fast, they kept talking about blood...stuff..." Glenn rambled as he ran a hand stressfully through his hair.

Dale stood there with wide eyes and his mouth slightly parted, not knowing what to say as they all dumped this information on him. But he couldn't get a word in even if he tried, Daryl already beating him to the punch as he gathered himself.

"I dunno about you, but m' headin out. Gonna make sure she's okay." he said, slinging his bag over his shoulder and heading to his bike, not sparing them a second glance.

"Right behind you." Glenn muttered as he fell in step with him.

Carol stuttered, "W-Wait! We can't just leave; Sophia is still out there." she said before they were able to take off.��

"Yeah, well y'all can stay here and wait but m' not." Daryl argued.

"Okay, wait, hold up Daryl," Dale said to catch his attention, "This group is split enough as it is, we have to plan this. How about we wait until tomorrow morning, and if she's still not back we'll leave her a sign, some supplies. We can come back every day afterward to see if she made it back, before we head to this...farm.

"You guys can do all that." he gestured, "I gotta get to Rose."

"Jesus Christ Daryl, she's going to be fine. Why are you being so damn persistent about it anyway?" Andrea asked with a hand on her hip.

Daryl's eyes narrowed at her as he seemed to clam up, not knowing what to say. He knew the reason he wanted to get to her so badly, but he didn't want to admit it out loud. At least not yet. He could barely even admit it to himself. It was a tough pill to swallow that his redneck ass had actually formed a schoolboy crush on her.

Andrea scoffed at his silence, "Oh okay, yeah I get it." she said in a tone that got under his skin.

His jaw seemed to involuntarily clench, "Look, that girl is a few miles away from us dyin for all we know. Why ain't you people more concerned?!" Daryl snapped.

"We are!" Dale defended, "But someone has to be thinking clearly right now, and I think splitting us up even more isn't going to do us any good. Besides, it's already getting dark."

Daryl only scoffed, fed up with the whole conversation and the constant back and forth that was only wasting more time.

Though Glenn stayed quiet during the heated discussion. Both of them had good points and although he didn't want to be left in the dark about what was happening on that farm, his logical thought process seemed to make up his mind. He knew what Dale was saying was undeniably the right call.

He dreadfully stepped closer to Daryl to speak in a quieter tone, hesitant on what he was about to say, "Listen, they...they might be right."

"What?" Daryl asked sharply.

"Look, I want to get to her just as bad as you do," he stated, causing the man to glare daggers at him from the subtle assumption.

But Glenn was quick to scoff, "Don't look at me like that, I've seen the way you treat her versus how you treat anyone else around here. My point is...I want to get there too, but let's just wait it out and then first thing tomorrow we can head to the house all together. Avoid the fight, you know?"

Daryl stared at him for a moment as he took in his words. Had he really been that obvious at his growing feelings for her? Were the others just as aware as he was? Though regardless of the fact, he still felt the need to protest further, feeling as if no one was even listening to him. But Glenn however, cut him off yet again before he could speak.

"Do you really want to sit there and watch her be in pain? Hear her scream? I don't know what they have to do to help her, but it must be pretty bad if she needs blood. And I know damn well I don't want to watch her go through that." he admitted.

The truth was that's what Daryl feared as well. It genuinely scared him a little at the idea of finding out just how bad of shape she was in, he dreaded it in fact. He just wanted to picture her like the last time he saw her. Having a small smile on her face, and a light behind her eyes which he could only assume was hope to find Sophia.

He didn't say anything, but he nodded once, finally giving in to stay just one more night.

Carol watched as he stepped away from his motorcycle and sighed in relief, "Thank you, thank you both." she said to the men.

Daryl just nodded again, hoping she couldn't see the slight annoyance that filled him at the idea of waiting. He hated waiting. He didn't have enough patience to wait around for something, and his skull throbbed with the number of thoughts that constantly clouded over his head. And this was no different, in fact it might be worse.

But he swallowed his pride for once in his life and respected Carol's wishes seeing as she was going through enough already. He just silently headed into one of the nearby abandoned cars to sleep, hoping that tomorrow would come faster that way.

However, the truth was, the next morning couldn't come soon enough and both Glenn and Daryl were itching to get there as fast as possible. Daryl didn't sleep hardly at all that night, and it felt like days before the sun finally began to rise. But the second everyone was awake, they all gathered their things, left a sign for Sophia along with some food and water, and headed towards the house.

They raced down the many dirt roads in the limited vehicles they had left before taking a sharp turn towards where they were instructed. Daryl kept repeating the directions in his head, the woman's voice echoing through his ears as he kept an eye out for the mailbox that she mentioned. And when they had finally spotted it, it wasn't long before a white farmhouse peered into his vision from over the grassy hills, only causing him to pick up speed.

The vehicles piled through the metal gates and toward the entrance, managing to catch sight of Rick and Lori standing on the porch as if they had anticipated their arrival eventually. The remainder of the group collectively raced up the small dirt path and Daryl nearly ate shit trying to get off his bike, jogging up to the couple before anyone else could.

"How is she? She okay?" he asked them, trying to hide the panic in his voice.

Rick smirked slightly to himself, "She's okay...she's going to be just fine." he confirmed.

Daryl sighed a bit quietly in relief, hearing Glenn do the same from just a few inches behind him as he caught up, a pressure being lifted from his chest at the news. The rest then started to come up and greet them on the porch with hugs and relieved smiles, though Daryl just stepped aside. A part of him wanted to go inside the house already and see her, but he was nervous. He wanted to prepare himself to see the state she was in. His mind could only imagine so much as to what she looked like after everything that had happened to her.

But it seemed his decision was made for him as Hershel then came outside to introduce himself to the new people, explaining a bit more of what happened to Rose as he had just finished her surgery only hours ago. She was apparently resting, but he didn't expect her to wake up for at least a little while longer as her body had clearly been through a lot of trauma. Perhaps that was a good enough excuse to stay away for a while longer.

The older man then asked everyone if they would want to gather around to have a small ceremony for a man they'd recently lost. Otis had sacrificed himself in order to save Rose according to what Shane told the group, died from a herd of walkers that somehow tore through the high school where they searched for the medical supplies. The group didn't hesitate to agree and slowly trailed out to an open field, standing quietly while Hershel said a few final words for him, finishing it off with a bible verse. 

Patricia, Otis's wife, turned towards Shane after a few moments of silence had passed, asking if he would tell the story of his very last moments. Wanting some kind of closure. And he did, not wanting to deny as he felt he didn't have a choice.

The story that he told was long and drug out, as the man wasn't able to look at a single person in the eye when reciting what had happened word for word. He was sweating bullets, constantly wiping his forehead all while rocking back and forth on his feet as he spoke with hesitance. It blew Daryl's mind that these people actually believed the things he was coming up with.

He knew the man was lying straight through his teeth, but somehow he managed to keep his mouth shut, choosing not to comment on the fairytale he told. He knew in the back of his mind that no one would believe him if he were to speak up about it anyway. And the only person who would, was currently unconscious.

After the service for Otis, Glenn didn't waste any more time as he made his way up to the unfamiliar house, his eyes searching for the place she stayed before stumbling across the nearest bedroom. She laid there oddly still and peaceful, her face ghostly white at the amount of blood she must've lost in the process of events. His eyes widened a bit at her state as he slowly walked over to the side of the bed, sitting down on the edge before gently taking her hand, moving some baby hairs off of her face.

He started talking to her as if she could hear, even though deep down he knew she couldn't. It was as if he wanted to get everything off of his chest as he felt such sorrow for seeing her in here to begin with. He didn't know why, the events had nothing to do with him, yet he still continued to feel terrible that she was put in this position. Perhaps he should've protested about her leaving when he had the chance to, knowing it was never a good idea to split up. Although he knew it was wrong to think like that, he almost couldn't help it.

"I'm sorry about your girlfriend."

Glenn's head suddenly snapped back up towards the doorway, seeing a younger woman standing there with obvious sympathy.

He was taken off guard at the assumption as he quickly shook his head, "Oh no, no, she's not my girlfriend. We're just...friends. Well...I think she's my best friend. But don't tell her I said that." he spoke lightheartedly.

She laughed a little with a slow nod in understanding, "Well, sorry to assume. I just noticed you were real worried about her. And the...guy with the crossbow. Seems like a tight knit group y'all got going on." she said with a gesture of her hand.

Glenn's mind reeled back a bit at her comment, taking it upon himself to pick up on the obvious concern Daryl was showing for his friend. He couldn't help but smile to himself at the possibilities. But in the end he didn't say a word, only nodding in appreciation to the girl before turning his attention back to Rose. 

Back outside the house Rick, Daryl, Shane, and Hershel were all looking at a map on the hood of an old pickup, trying to figure out the best course of action to find Sophia. They all quickly realized there was a lot of ground to cover, and with how long she had been missing, it would probably take a lot longer to track her down than they had originally hoped.

"How long has the girl been lost?" Hershel asked.

"This is day three," Rick responded, looking back towards the piece of paper, "This is perfect, we can finally get this thing organized."

"We'll grid the whole area and start searching in teams." Shane nodded.

But Hershel was quick to shake his head, "No, not you. With the way you hurt your ankle, push it now and you'll be laid up for a month. No good to nobody." 

"Alright, then it's just us today." Rick said to the archer.

"Nah, we should split up. I'll go East a little ways and you check around this area." he said pointing north.

Rick furrowed his brow, "You sure?"

"Yeah. M' better on my own." he insisted.

Rick nodded his head before they continued discussing about sending more people out tomorrow so they could actually start doing this right. The large setback they had was bad enough as it was, but now knowing that the girl could've gone farther was the thing now weighing them down.

But Daryl found himself volunteering to go out on his own simply because he needed the distraction. He couldn't bring himself to go in and see Rose just yet, not with not knowing exactly what he'd be walking into. So, instead he decided to make himself useful and help look for Sophia for the time being, wanting to be able to finally bring her back safe.

But the man wasn't fooling anyone, even if he thought he was. Rick easily picked up on Daryl's worry the moment he stepped foot onto the farm, how he so clearly cared without even fully realizing it himself. But in the end, he was only left confused as to why he hadn't just gone up to see her for himself, not making much of an effort to check on her though it was clear he was itching to.

So, when the group eventually split after they were done talking out the details, Rick took the opportunity to get some answers out of him.

"Hey," he called after Daryl before he had a chance to get away. "Did you go in and see Rose yet?" he asked.

Daryl hesitated for a moment before shaking his head, "Nah."

"Well, why not? You seemed pretty concerned when you first got here." 

He shrugged, "Just wanted to hear she was okay. Now come on, we ain't got all day, we got a little girl to find." he spoke bluntly before walking away a bit quicker than usual.

Rick smiled to himself knowingly, but turned around and went on pretending like he didn't know a damn thing.

The minutes had slowly turned into hours since Daryl left to be on the lookout for Sophia, and since then he hadn't found so much as a trace. He was searching high and low for any type of sign that she could be nearby or maybe passed through recently, but was left with nothing as he continued his expedition. He felt defeated under the scorching sun, growing more tired than he was ever willing to admit as he continued to push himself to the limits.

But suddenly, he came across an older white house, barely coming into view across the large field and decided to check it out just in case. Clearly, he wasn't up for taking any chances.

He walked up to the front door, trying to listen for walkers inside before kicking the door open with a loud bang, signaling the corpses towards the noise if there was any in there to begin with. When there was only silence that followed, he slowly stepped in and walked down the long hallway, searching room after room he came across. Nothing quite caught his eye as he scanned around every inch thoroughly, just a trashy house that was abandoned long ago.

Even the very last room didn't leave him with a lot of hope, only a bunch of cans and wrappers surrounding the floors. That is until something managed to catch his attention. A larger cupboard tucked in the corner of the kitchen was left adjacent, just enough for him to catch a glimpse at what was inside. It was small, maybe nothing, but he managed to spot a pillow and a blanket on the floor along with some opened food that had been picked apart recently.

To him it was a sign. Maybe it wasn't Sophia that was hiding in there, but it was still a sign to keep looking. 

After checking the whole house, with no evidence of the girl, he hesitantly walked out the back door with the intention to head back to Hershel's farm. He knew it would be dark soon, not wanting to get lost in the area that was still unknown to him. That is until something else caught his attention out of the corner of his eye.

From a good few feet away, there sat some flowers blooming fairly close to the house he just cleared. His head tilted a bit in curiosity, walking over only to find that they were Cherokee roses, to which he knew quite well. These flowers were very beautiful and had a backstory behind them that he would never forget, which only caused the wheels to turn in his head. He immediately thought of Carol, how these flowers must have bloomed for her daughter they were still searching endlessly for. In the end he decided to pick one off to take back to her and share the story he had come to know. To give her a little bit of hope that she needed.

He turned around with the intention of leaving to head back, but then out of the clear blue, Rose suddenly crossed his mind. He turned to look back at the flowers again, debating if he should take one to her too, or if he should just leave it be. Maybe she would appreciate it, love it even. Or maybe she didn't even like flowers at all, thinking it was pointless to receive something that would only die in just a few days. Daryl didn't know her thoughts behind something like this...but he knew her. And that was good enough for him.

So, after stalling a bit, overthinking it for far too long, he walked back over to quickly pick another one before heading towards the farm again, his steps quick and determined as if he feared he'd change his mind.

~ Thanks for reading!

[the-fiction-witch]

Cuddles

Media The Maze Runner

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Sweet Af

Concept 'Feel Better?'

I sat leant against the log watching the fire burning bright most people still partying away, when I saw someone approach. I smiled as I saw her in her little black boots with high muddy socks, little Jean shorts and her long blue hoodie her hair up in a plait to keep it out of he Mr face even if loose hairs were sticking to her skin in some places she had her sleaves down far past her hands as she came over.

"Hi love, what's up?" I asked given she didn't look very happy she seemed kinda sad she meerly opened her arms so I chuckled set my moonshine down and offered my arms which she happily crawled into nuzzling her nose into my neck, her head into my shoulder, her hands into my hoodie pocket, her legs up close to her chest as she sat on my lap. I wrapped my arms slowly and gently not wanting to trap her too fast giving her some soothing rubs on the back and leg "hey it's okay, what's wrong love?" I whispered she took my hand pulling it closer to really squeeze around her until my hand rested on her lower stomach i could tell she was more bloated then usual and I could almost feel her cramps and stomach churns "oh dear. Always around bonfire isn't it" I sighed and she nods "awww it's okay, cuddle up as much as you need to."

"But what if-"

"I don't care if you bleed on me. You need cuddles." I told her "when did you last have painkillers?"

"Yesterday"

"Yesterday!"

"Clients being stingy with them" she pouts 

"Well the box came up today hopefully he'll be able to give you some more before bed time." I told her stroking her hair "when did you last drink something?" But no answer came "I take it you've barely drank anything all day?" And she sheepishly nods "y/n. Your cramps are only going to get worse if you're dehydrated. And I know you've been crying from pain which will make you even more dehydrated. So come on hydrate" I told her offering her some moonshine but as usual she turned her nose up "hydrate. Or no cuddles." I warn and she begrudgingly had some sips even if her face turned sour, she always hated moonshine."there that'll help, would squeeze help or is that going to make your tummy worse?'

"Squeeze please" she smiled squeezing my chest so I happily squeezed her as tight as I could rocking us both from side to side a little

"I'm sorry you have to feel this way love. I wish I could help." 

"You do help. You help a lot newt" she says "can I?"

"Of course" I laughed and she began poking me, pinching me, giving me small playful punches, just getting the pain and the anger out on me I didn't mind I know it helps her I can't imagine the horrific sensation of your insides ripping themselves out and cramping up to force things out. Honestly that's the kinda stuff I have nightmares about. And I know Clint's low on pain meds as he hadn't been giving me as many lately either. So I don't mind getting maybe a small bruise from her poking and pinching me if it takes her mind off her pain. I could tell after a while she was getting very tried as her eyes went heavy and her pokes has stopped, so I readjusted her a little so she could lay with her head on my chest I was gentle as I stroked her hair and moved my hand under her hoodie to stroke her stomach making sure to be soft and gentle with her and given her growing smile I think it helped and hearing her happy little joyful moans made me smile so much knowing she was cosy and comfy "that feel better love?" I asked and she nods "good. You wanna go to bed?" I asked and she nods sleepily "you want a cosy night?" I ask and she excitedly nods "okay" I smiled being as gentle as I could to get up and lift her up with me so I could carry her with her still nuzzled into my chest, I carried her across the glade making sure not to jolt her around till we reached her little hut near the walls corner I let her down and she went for a shower, given she's our only girl she had her own out here. And while she was gone I made her little mattress up with blankets and pillows making sure I climbed in to keep it warm for her, when she got back in her small shirt and panties she climbed into the bed with me and bundled herself close again I wrapped the covers around us both pulling her close tucking her in. I gave her back a rub and soothed her aching tummy, I made sure she had some water before bed and tucked her in tight "There, that feel better love?"

"Ummm humm" she nods 

"You all cosy?"

"Very cosy"

"Good, now you sleep tight, you know where I am if you need me." I told her 

"I do, goodnight newt"

"Goodnight y/n" I smiled giving her forehead a small kiss then I gave her nose a small kiss which turned her bright red across her cheeks I couldn't help but smile looking at her all bundled up and cosy she's so cute I couldn't help myself almost regardless of my fears I leant down and kissed her lips they were so soft, so sweet and smooth she happily kissed back and for a while the only movement between us was our lips till I pulled back nervously "I uhh sorry I uhh"

She giggled and gave my lips another kiss "goodnight newt" she smiled 

"Goodnight love" I cooed making sure she was cosy before I got up and headed to her door 

"Newt?"

"What is it love?" I asked turning back to her bed and she had opened her arms "really?"

"Cuddles"

"Okay," I smiled jumping back in bed with her to cuddle her close "So long as I don't get in trouble again" 

"That's a risk I'm willing to take"

"Are you now?" 

"Very much. For cuddles" she smiled nuzzling close

[elpida]

A wife. That was the issue, that she wouldn't make a good wife and suddenly Eden found her cheeks burning. Sure, she'd briefly considered that maybe in some dream land, she could be Mrs Eden Santino, or some version of her name that kept the tie to her Brother, maybe O'Connor could be joined together with it but it'd been a dream. Like Angelo would ever want to make her his wife, she barely knew if their relationship at present was understood on her side. Was she just his girl, or his girlfriend? Who knew. She might be brave in a happy moment, enough to ask if it was just for sure... but surely, god surely he wouldn't introduce her to his parents with the grief his Mother gave, if he wasn't somewhat serious about her, he had to plan to have her around for some time to do that... right? She hoped so. Either way what did flatter Eden was just how quick Angelo was to defend her pride.

"I- I'm not-" Eden was stunned, openly assumed his escort when he'd not introduced her as such. Her face was burning with embarrassment. Then it hit her, she'd stuttered... and she felt like she was waiting for some scolding hiss, some swat across the back of her head or the drag of her arm to be hidden away. Instead what Eden got, was the intense reassurance of Angelo's Father beside her. She listened, she heard him, nodding in agreement. In that moment she was beyond thankful for him because just that, just a quick reassurance took her away from the spiral of her past memories.

"Thank you." she mouthed the appreciation with a sympathetic smile, she felt bad for him, how embarrassing it'd be for your wife to react like that, how disappointed he must have felt, just wanting a family reunion. She followed to the kitchen and turned, waiting for Angelo. "Water would be amazing, thank you! I didn't expect the heat to feel so intense, it's not like the heat back home." no, this heat warmed her skin, her bones. If she was honest, it eased a lot of the sore tension she got in that shoulder. She'd been in a lot less pain with it here, but part of that was down to her being more relaxed, at ease.. for the panic loosening it's reigns on her.

"Angelo?" she spoke softly, waiting for him to follow, offering a soft smile his way. "You okay?" there was a worry in her eyes, reflecting each bounce of light in that room, enough worry that she moved to be near him, her hand moving in reassuring swipes up and down his forearm. "You know two minutes of that warm Italian air you told me all about would do you the world of good, I'm in safe hands with your Father... take two, I'll even make you a drink." her gesture of quickly pressing a peck to the top of his arm was a sweet thing, such a loving little thing, but all she was doing was trying to ease some of the tension that so many people would've ran from.

"Mr Santino?" Eden only spoke when she was sure that Angelo had gone outside, she'd even peaked her head to be sure. "...Mr Santino I know that Angelo's Mother might look at me and- actually that a lot of people might look at me and think that I'm with Angelo for his money and I just want you to know that, that isn't the case... we met under strange circumstances, it wasn't any lovely, charming first date. I know that he gets involved in.. troublesome things, I don't ask, I never want to know and not for any other reason than, I'd never want to be something used against him because he told me more than he should." Eden moved to stand a few feet away from him. She liked his Father, she liked how he treated her.. and she didn't want to lie to him. "I love your son, Mr Santino." it was the first time she'd said it plain and simple. "It's complicated, it's messy and it's difficult but for every one person that tells me he's a bad man, he proves to me that he isn't... he makes me feel safe. He makes me feel so so safe, and cherished... and he makes me smile, I umm.. I hadn't found many reasons to smile and then he came along, and it feels easier. I want you to know that I try to be the same for him, I try to show him that he isn't a hard person to love, I try to make his day a little brighter when I can, as much as I can..." she paused. "He doesn't know that, any of it.. he doesn't know that I love him, I don't know if he ever will. I'm no challenge for half of the women that do want your son for his status and money, but what I do want is for you and Mrs Santino, if she'd ever hear it, to know that he is loved for the right reasons and cherished by someone that tried really hard to make cannoli just so his day would be even a fraction better." she broke her smile, finally looking up. "They weren't the best cannoli, went a little soggy but it was a first attempt. Focaccia though, he said I make a good focaccia."

Francesca's disdain for Eden's presence was palpable, and she made her disapproval clear, judging Eden's capabilities based on her responses. "A woman must know everything about taking care of a home, and that does not include trying. It is doing, rather than trying," she emphasized, her voice rising in frustration. "You're clearly not fit for a housewife or a wife at all," she concluded with a dismissive click of her tongue and a shake of her head. Angelo, however, was quick to defend Eden. "At least Eden owns a business instead of being stuck in a villa, waiting for her husband to cook for her," he countered, challenging Francesca's traditional views on gender roles.

“I am not talking to you, Angelo," Francesca was quick to answer. "I won't let a young woman that has no vision of being a housewife step into my home. I think she has the views on somewhere else," She was throwing a hint about how she assumed Eden was just Angelo's escort. "Non è solo la tua casa, è la casa di mio padre che ha pagato per tutto questo. Quindi stai zitto e sopportalo. Non ti permetto di insultare la mia ragazza." [It's not just your house, it's my father's house who paid for all of this. So shut up and bear it. I won't let you insult my girl.] Angelo's resolve was unwavering, his determination clear as he left no room for Francesca to challenge him. While his father approached to speak to his mother in an attempt to ease the tension, Angelo turned towards Eden, his gaze firm and resolute. "You're not - we're not going anywhere until I say so," he murmured to her, his eyes fixed on hers with a reassuring intensity. "You don't have to say sorry to her or anyone." She didn't need to yield to Francesca's judgment.

Alessio turned to them, shaking his head as Francesca left for her room to avoid seeing them for a while, walking over to Eden and placing his hands on her shoulders, lightly as he had noticed the scar, and was respectful about it. "You'll always be welcome in my home. I am deeply sorry she is being bitter about it all," he expressed with a sigh, his disappointment evident. "She wanted Angelo to be the way she wanted him to be, but doesn't understand he's different." Alessio then gestured for them to follow him to their kitchen. "Please, follow me. I'll show you the villa. But we will stop by the kitchen first. Would you like anything, Eden? Water, anything to eat?"

[forever-rogue]

"what if i hurt you?" from this for bucky? i feel like that fits his character well

AN | Nothing but soft fluff here 🥺

Warnings | None

Word Count | 1k

Pairing | Bucky x Fem!Reader

Masterlist | Bucky, Main

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You'd been dating, and dating was a loose term for it, Bucky Barnes for sometime now. It had been a slow start, but you'd been okay with that. It had been clear from the start that this would be a slow going relationship, and once you'd learned who Bucky was, or had been, you hadn't minded. You'd understood and made it a point to take everything at his pace.

You liked Bucky a lot, even loved him as you came to realize, and you weren't able to force anything with him.

It had taken him months to even ask you out; he'd come to the café you worked at almost daily and still took a while to make a move. At first he didn't even speak to you besides giving you his simple coffee order (black with a sprinkle of cinnamon), but over time that had led to friendly exchanges, and eventually full blown conversations. After a while you even considered him a friend.

But after what seemed like a small millenia, he'd finally, albeit nervously, asked if you wanted to get dinner with him at some point. Your answer was an instant yes.

The rest from there had been history. But even when it came to something like your first kiss, it took time. Time for him to be comfortable with myself, time for him to trust himself, and time to know you wouldn't hurt him.

But he knew you wouldn't. You were much kinder and gentler than most people, and much more than he deserved. You didn't feel that way though - you knew he was a good man. And you knew he was the one for you.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You'd come over to Bucky's for dinner and a movie, but one thing had led to another and here you were, perched in his lap as he kissed you until you were both breathless.

The movie you'd picked and put on was long forgotten as you'd slowly become more and more consumed by him.

His hands were on your waist, a few fingers lightly grazing your bare skin as you leaned into his touch. You had one hand on his chest and the other carding through his hair.

You didn't want to push him past his boundaries or comfort zone, but you also really didn't want him to stop.

Once you stopped to catch your breath, you studied him. His eyes were soft but pupils blown, with flushed cheeks and kiss swollen lips. You reached up and gently gently touched his cheek before pressing a light kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"Hey," you whispered, "is this okay? James…I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"No," he promised, a light smile tugging on the corners of his mouth, "I like this…I really like you."

"Glad to know the feeling is mutual," you teased, "I could stay here forever with you."

"I want…" he paused for a moment before leaning in and kissing you again, "I want you."

You shifted in his lap - inadvertently - and usually could tell he really wanted you. Your cheeks flushed with warmth as you bit your lip and looked away. Bucky reached up and put his hand under your chin and turned you to look at him, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…"

"Don't apologize," he insisted softly, "I really want this too. I just want to make sure you're okay with it too. I'm just…nervous. It's been a long time since I've been with anyone. And…what if I hurt you?"

"I trust you," you smiled softly, "completely. And I know you'd never do anything to hurt me."

As soon as you said you trusted him, Bucky's heart almost stopped. The fact that you were so willing to believe in him and give yourself to himself was everything.

"I love you," he blurted it out before he could really process what he was saying. As soon as the words were out there, his cheeks turned bright red as you stared at him in awe.

"Do you mean it?" you asked softly as he nodded. You couldn't stop yourself from kissing again, gently but with meaning, "because I love you too."

"You know that we don't have to do anything unless you're ready for it," he insisted. This was something new and uncharted for both of you. And you couldn't be happier than to go through it with him.

"I'm ready," you promised, "I'm ready for anything with you."

"Me too, sweetheart," he sighed wistfully, "me too."

[caffeineforbucky]

As Time Goes By...(Chapter three)

A/N: This one took a while to write. I've just been so busy doing absolutely nothing all while procrastinating, so special thanks to that. No, but I really hope you like this, fellow reader. If you like the series, let me know if you want to be tagged!

(Side note: I've been playing RE8, thirsting over lady D, and dying over and over...it's going great! It's part of the procrastination...)

Also, has anyone seen the Bridgerton musical tiktoks? I swear I've had the 'burn for you' song in my head all last month and if you've been living under a rock...here's the link:

https://youtu.be/EwY9_m5qeow

Word Count: 2,299

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem! Reader

Warnings: I don't know....angst? As always, John Walker!?! AKA; Fake Cap. Umm...If I missed any let me know.

(A little PSA: I don't hate John Walker: or the actor. John is a well-written character. This is just strictly for the purpose of where my story is going. I'm more reiterating how Bucky treats him in the show. Thank you!!)

You groan, rolling from your left side to lay flatly on your back, arms spread out beside you. You inhale deeply, becoming aware of the moistened dirt and crushed wildflowers beneath you as they release their aromatics. Birds chirped around you, the busy sounds of traffic fading away while you lie still in the field, oxygen feeling heavy in your lungs.

"Y/N?!"

You barely heard the worrisome calls of Sam over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears. You lift your head, the view of icy mountains in the distance, blurry figures making their way towards you while you somehow managed to sit up. Your head was spinning, a sharp ache on the side of your thigh.

Your eyes flickered down, taking note of the small paring knife lodged in your thigh. You exhaled softly, nodding your head at the sight of it. "Okay," You grumble in agreement. With shaking hands, you wrap your fingers around the handle, bracing yourself by taking intervolved breaths before carefully pulling it from your thigh.

You worked fast, ignoring the crunch of rocks and dirt under the acknowledgeable footsteps of Sam and Bucky. Taking babochka, you cut off the end of your pant leg, wrapping the spandex around your wounded thigh before securing it with one of the holsters, tying the ends into a knot. You remain quiet, carefully pushing yourself up to your feet, transferring all of the weight to the opposite leg, eyes drifting up to meet the guys. "Are you guys okay?" You murmur, dusting off the clumps of dirt and dead leaves from your jacket.

"Are you?!" Sam exclaimed incredulously. "You're bleeding!" He points out, gesturing to the bright red staining the skin of your calf as it dripped down to your boot. The wrap might've held the wound shut, but that didn't mean blood wouldn't have soaked through.

"Oh, this?" You ask, glancing down at your leg, the wound throbbing in agony, but you did your best to avoid it. "I've had worse." That was true, from all those years fighting as an avenger. Getting shot, kicked, stabbed, beaten until you were purple, and undergoing mind control. This tiny stab was the least of your worries. It still hurt like hell, and you couldn't hide the discomfort in your features.

"Do you want a piggyback?" Bucky asks suddenly, slightly annoyed at your nonchalance and still concerned nonetheless. You weren't expecting it, the odd but kind offer, especially from the menace himself. Though you weren't one to pass up being carried. With a hesitant nod, you agree, watching Bucky crouch just a bit, allowing you to climb on his back.

The position was awkward for both of you. With his hands tightening on the back of your knees and your arms wrapped around his neck, neither of you could think straight. Yet, you were still thankful. The road to the airport was a long one, and you weren't sure if you could make it in your state. Bucky held you as if you weighed nothing, his super-soldier strength showing off while he carried you on his back, footsteps matching up with Sam. He didn't mind doing it, especially since he was the one who offered, and the proximity was just a bonus.

"Sorry about Redwing," Bucky muses, breaking the silence while the three of you sauntered down the empty road. There was nothing for miles, only empty plains of grass and dirt. Young trees scattered, lacking the greenery around them, evident of the cold weather in Munich.

"No, you're not," Sam remarks, narrowing his eyes to a pinprick at the winter soldier. "You've always hated Redwing."

"That doesn't mean I'm not sorry about it," Bucky grumbles, tightening his hold on you as he felt you slipping. You gasp at the sudden strength, clinging better to his shoulders as well. "How're you doin' up there?" He asks, jaw clenching from your touch.

"All things considering," You sigh, pushing aside the butterflies in your tummy at how close you were to Bucky. "I've been better. We've gotta find out where that super serum is coming from."

"Yeah," Sam chimed in, glancing at you. "-And how the hell after 80 years are there eight super-soldiers runnin' loose?"

Loud honks of a horn ring in your ears, tires treading on the gravel as an army jeep slows down beside the three of you. "So, that didn't go as planned, huh?" John chuckles, pushing the door open only for you to keep walking, paying no mind to the man in stars and stripes.

"Okay, keep going," John utters, signaling the driver to keep up as he pulls the door shut. "Look, at least we know what we're up against, huh? And I'm pretty sure it's one of the big three...so,"

"Aliens, androids, or wizards," Lemar comments as John nods his head in agreement.

"There's no such thing as wizards!" Bucky grunts, keeping his eyes forward, hands on the back of your knees.

"Fine, aliens or androids," John settles, sharing a look with his best friend beside him. "Look, it's 20 miles to the airport, and you guys need a ride. Gary, stop," He instructs, the wheels slowing down. John opens the door once again. "Get in," He sighs, motioning all of you inside the jeep as Bucky and Sam's footsteps came to a halt.

Bucky gently sets you down, taking note of the small whimpers falling from your lips. No matter how tough you appeared to be, you still carried so much vulnerability. "You okay?" He asks, eyes filled with so much concern it almost scared you. He hadn't looked at you like that in a while. "Do you want any help?"

With a soft nod, you oblige to Bucky's ask, needing more help than you anticipated. You didn't want to add any strain or force to your injury. You didn't even realize it happened, and that part of it was Sam's fault for swooping to grab you while you had a knife in hand, but you weren't going to start pointing fingers. You wrap your arm around Bucky's shoulder, using him as support while he boosts you up on the jeep after Sam climbs up first, helping you settle beside him.

"Woah!" John exclaims, almost rising to his feet at the sight of your thigh, your hands stained with blood. "Are you okay?"

With a curt nod, you adjust yourself to relieve some of the pressure while Bucky takes a seat on your left, leaving you to be right smack dab in the middle as he pulls the door shut. You blow out a breath, knowing damn well if it hadn't been for the mishap, you would've walked the damn 20 miles.

"Lemar, hand me the first aid kit," John instructs, pointing to the steel case beside his friend. You wanted to protest, but even you knew that the strap wasn't going to work. Mouthing a thank you, you take the case from Lemar's hand and clip it open.

"Okay, so we got eight super-soldiers on a bulk supply run," John continues, the jeep beginning to roll down the road. You hand the case to Sam, asking him to hold it while you searched for gauze, medical tape, and butterfly bandages, you were probably going to need stitches, but you'd worry about that later. "Why?" John asks, watching closely as you patched up your wound.

"They say their mission is to get things back to the way it was during the blip," Sam answers, handing you another strip of tape. "Maybe they're just tryna help."

"They had a funny way of showing it," Bucky adds, his eyes trained on you, a hiss slipping through your lips as you roll down the remaining spandex. You sigh in relief, the ache becoming dull as you shut the case, giving it back to Lemar.

"Better?" John asks, earning a single nod as a response. "I don't think we've properly met. John Walker," he smiles, offering a shake of his hand, but you didn't move, only staring at the outstretched palm in front of you. "Does she talk?" John mumbles suddenly, looking to Sam or Bucky for a reply.

Your eyes cast down, gaze hardening at the sight of the shield in his grasp. Flashes of Steve running through your mind, the many times he'd catch you trying to throw it like he would. Steve Rogers meant a lot to you, having joined him in not signing the Sokovian accords, being an outlaw, and helping to clear Bucky's name with Sam. So, seeing a man who wasn't Steve hold the shield awoke something in you. Something unkind and hateful.

"When she wants to," You claim, John squirms in his seat, sensing the tension as your eyes flicker to his. "And frankly has no desire to speak to you."

"You don't even know me," John defends, glancing at Bucky, a sly smirk on his lips, and Sam, who rendered quiet, his eyes looking elsewhere. John sets his attention back on you, lips razor thin.

You scoff, shaking your head softly as you fold your arms over your chest. "Jonathon F. Walker," You begin, leaning back in your seat, your eyes never leaving his. "Former Captain of the U.S Army's 75th Rangers Regiment. Graduated at the top of your class from the United States Military and the first person in American history to receive three medals of honor, ran RS-one missions in counterterrorism and hostage rescue."

John's tongue darts between his lips, a frown spreading throughout his forehead at the information you were giving him. Either you did research on him or, you just read his file, which you had done both. You were not one to go into a mission without potentially knowing who you were up against. It was better to be safe than sorry.

"So you saw the news?" John chuckles, the frown falling from his features while he shrugs. "Big deal, so did the entire world."

"Custer's Grove High school alumni."

John's smile falters.

"There you met, Lemar Hoskins and your current wife," You tilt your head in curiosity. "Olivia, right? Or am I getting it wrong?"

Clearing his throat softly, John broke eye contact with you. So you did know him, and you probably knew more than you led on. "Do they always just stare like that?" He gestures between you and Bucky, who had displayed the same distaste for him.

Sam glances beside him, observing the matched body language you shared with Bucky, its no wonder Bucky had taken a liking to you, even if he'd never admit it. "You get used to it," Sam smirks, turning his head back to Walker.

"Okay..." John drags, eyes flickering to the more sensible one of the trio, and that was Sam. "Look, that serum doesn't have the greatest track record, no offense," He waves his hand, dismissing the insult directed towards the only super-soldier in the car.

"We need to figure out where they're going. How'd you track 'em here?" Sam asks, "The flag smashers."

"Uh," Lemar murmurs, scratching the back of his head. "We didn't track them. We tracked you through Redwing."

"You hacked my tech!?" Sam gripes, straightening out his back as he sat up.

"Sorry," John laughs, "It's not exactly hacking. It's government property...kind of the government. Alright, you know things have gotten kind of..."

"Chaotic," Lemar adds.

"Yeah," John nods in agreement. "The GRC, they're doing their best to get things up and running smoothly post blip. If you guys teamed up with us-"

"No." Bucky interrupts. He couldn't let Walker finish that sentence.

"I've got mad respect for all of you," Lemar praises, looking between the trio before him. "But you were getting your asses kicked 'til we showed up."

"And who are you?" Bucky bemuses, cocking a brow at the man next to John.

"Lemar Hoskins," You mention, "I could've sworn we've been through this." You shake your head at the old man, for being 106, he couldn't hear a thing.

"I see a guy hanging out of a helicopter in tactical gear," Sam shrugs, "I'm gonna need a lot more than Lemar Hoskins."

"I'm Battlestar, John's partner."

"Battlestar?" Bucky repeats, narrowing his eyes at Lemar as he nods, confirming his alias. "Stop the car!" Bucky shouts suddenly, brakes screeching as the wheels come to a stop in the middle of the road. Bucky pulls open the handle, ducking, as to not rail his head on the bar-frame above him before hopping off the jeep.

"Look, I get it, okay?" John sighs, calling after Bucky. "I get the attitude, I do. You didn't think the shield was gonna end up here. I get it, Bucky. And I'm not trying to be Steve!"

"Good," You interject, rendering John to settle his eyes on you. "Because you will never be. And just because you're the one wielding it..." You grab the bar above your head, using it to pull yourself up. "It doesn't make you Captain America." And with that, you carefully jump off the jeep, following after the heated super-soldier.

Sighing in frustration, he rips his eyes away from your retreating figures. "I'm not trying to replace him either. I'm just trying to be the best Captain America I can be." He explains to Sam, hoping the falcon would cut him some slack. "-And it'd be a whole lot easier if I had Cap's wingman on my side."

Sam's eyes widen in surprise, his tongue darting between his lips. "It's always that last line," He scoffs, shaking his head as he jumped off the car, following you and Bucky.

John's lips thin out, face scrunching in a scowl. "Let's go," He instructs. The sound of the jeep leaving making its way to your ears.

[nephilim-problems]

Hunters

Reader is a hunter who tries to settle down in a small town away from anything supernatural. That is until her boyfriend comes home covered in blood one day.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader

Warnings: blood, vomit, fighting

I was on my way home from the store when I saw it. Some people acting very strange. It was a hunter thing, the small things people aren't bothered by daily? We are constantly looking at them thinking maybe this is a demon or a skin walker or maybe something worse. No matter how hard you stayed away from the life it found you. Always on guard.

I walked into my house and set a few bags of groceries down on the counter as my boyfriend walked through the door.

"Hey baby," I smiled and hugged his waist.

We haven't been dating long. We met in the only bar in town. He had just started as the new bartender and we got to talking and now he lives with me. That was mostly because he was staying in a hotel and I just could not have that.

"Hey sweetheart," Keith whispered and kissed my head.

"I thought you worked today," I said walking into the kitchen and putting some stuff away.

"I took the day off," he replied and sat down.

"Do you want to do something?" I asked and leaned against the counter.

"I just want to stay in," he replied and I nodded.

He always wants to stay in.

"Okay, we can watch a movie," I replied with a slight sigh in my voice.

Keith opened his mouth to reply then my phone started ringing. I immediately noticed the caller ID as my dad and my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. Dad told me yesterday he was working on a case.

"Um it's my dad I'll be right back," I whispered and turned the corner while answering the phone. "hey dad you okay?"

"Hey pumpkin I was chasing some demon omens and I got caught up," he responded but the line was breaking up.

"Are you okay?" I snapped again.

"I'm right outside of town I need some h-" the line died and I tried calling back but his phone went to voicemail.

I paused for a moment holding my phone feeling conflicted. I never told Keith anything about this And I never planned to. I mean hopefully it'd be a safe and quick trip. The final decision was to help dad. I immediately ran into my bedroom and slid the case of weapons out from under my bed and threw them into my bag. I threw a few clothes in it before marching back into the kitchen with the bag over my shoulder.

Keith was sitting in the same spot reading the newspaper and sipping on a beer.

"My dad is… ill," I said, trying to come up with a believable lie. "He's just a town over. I'm going to go help him for a few days."

"Do you want me to go with you?" He asked and got up and rubbed my shoulders.

"No thank you," I smiled and stood on my toes so he could see I wanted a kiss.

He placed a soft kiss on my lips and I wrapped my arms around his neck. No we hadn't been together long but there was something real here. I cared for Keith a lot and leaving was hard. And it sounded stupid and like stupid teenage child shit but I truly felt like we met for a reason.

"I'll be here when you get back," he smiled and slowly released me. "come back safe."

"I will, I promise, hold the fort down while I'm gone," I smiled and closed the front door before loading into my car.

The town wasn't far and the hunt wasn't hard per say. Demons weren't my favorite, sure I could smell one from a mile away but the blood especially up close made me sick to my stomach. It smelled absolutely awful.

"You might want to turn around Pumpkin," my dad said, raising the blade in his hand.

I bolted outside the house and waited. I had a stomach for most other things. Nothing else bothered me except demon blood. Always the demon blood. And of course my dad was extremely accepting of that and did whatever he could to make sure I wasn't around when he ganked the stupid son of a bitch.

"I cleaned it up, the smell shouldn't bother you," dad said, just barely poking his head out of the door.

"Thanks Dad," I smiled and walked back in. “Any idea why these demons were held up here?”

“I’m not sure,” My dad responded and I sighed. “But it’s nice having you around honey, you can sniff out a demon from 3 miles away.”

“There has to be something going on here that we don’t know about,” I responded while walking around the house looking for anything that may lead us in a direction.

“You know how demons work honey, they don’t have a plan they just want to bring chaos wherever they go,” My dad said as we scanned the wall. “And since the hunt here is done you can go home.”

“Are you sure dad? I can stay back and help salt and burn the bodies,” I responded and my father stood up.

He strolled over to me and placed a soft sweet kiss to my temple.

“It’s okay pumpkin I can handle it go see your new boyfriend what was his name?” He asked almost completely to be a jerk.

“Keith, you know that dad,” I responded, rolling my eyes. “Love you, see you later.”

With those last words I walked out to my car and started the fairly short drive home. As I arrived at my home at almost 2am I noticed Keith wasn’t home. His car wasn’t in the driveway and as I entered the house it was completely empty. It wasn’t unusual for him not to be here late at night being as he was a bartender he routinely stayed until 2am or even after some nights.

For some reason this particular night I wasn’t tired and had decided to just lounge on the couch to watch some stupid crime show.

I wasn’t sure when I fell asleep but I jolted awake when I heard the door opening. I rubbed my eyes slightly and yawned almost completely exhausted now. Where did this random exhaustion come from?

I heard Keith's boots against the floor and shot up. I didn’t shoot up from the sound but when he opened his mouth to talk I got hit with the stench.

Demon blood.

My stomach turned and I had to hold my hand over my mouth to keep from projectile vomiting everywhere. I tried to just breathe out of my mouth but then I could taste how it smelled and it made it worse.

“Babe you're home?” The words made my stomach churn harder.

He wasn’t possessed that was for sure but his mouth was covered in the scent of demon blood and I couldn’t tell why.

“Are you okay?” He asked and got closer to me and now I was really starting to feel my stomach turn. I knew I had to puke as soon as he was inches from my face.

I bolted to the sink in our kitchen and puked. Keith held a look of worry in the other room and I could see from the sun barely shining through the window that he was covered in blood. I guess he wasn’t expecting me to be home but it concerned me. Why was he covered in blood and not just blood demons blood? Could he be a hunter too? My heart tugged against the possibility. Of course the universe would do that to me, right as I was ready and done with this life I was sent a hunter boyfriend.

“(Y/N)!” Keith shouted as I was hunched over the sink. “Do you need some water--”

I cut him off by putting my hand up as my stomach did flips.

“Stop talking and brush your teeth,” I snapped and he turned away. I hung my head over the sink and waited a few minutes.

He came down quickly and the smell was faint but it was still there and my stomach continued to churn. I was able to control myself just enough to look at him. He had changed his shirt and was smiling at me. I averted my eyes again as he stared at me.

“Why are you covered in demon blood?” I demanded and his look changed from worry to fear in an instant. “And back up a bit it smells disgusting.”

He took a few steps back as his mouth was wide open.

[ladyfogg]

Nobody:

Me, sat at work, trying to think of a prompt for Colin Zabel: omg. "Hey, girl, are you a criminal? 'Cause I'm a cop and I wanna finger you."

A/N: This made me laugh so hard and immediately made me think of drunk Colin so, here is some more drunk Colin. This took a smutty turn so enjoy.

Pairing: Colin Zabel/Female Reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Drunk car sex

The Evans Masterpost.

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It started as a way to decompress after work.

The next thing you knew, Colin was drunk as hell and you weren't too far behind. You weren't dating but you were in the weird in-between: not just friends but not quite anything more.

You had hoped tonight things would progress and you would be lying if you said you hadn't been drinking as a way to help ease your anxiety.

"Look, look, look!" Colin says, tapping your arm as he blatantly pointed across the room.

"Shh, Colin, don't! They might see!" you hiss, lowering his arm.

"M'kay, but look," he swings his arm around your shoulder, speaking in what you both think is a hush whisper but probably isn't.

You watch as a man tries to chat up a chick at the bar and fails miserably. As the girl rejects him and he slinks away, dejected, you and Colin burst into giggles.

"What do you think he said?" Colin asks.

"Oh man, probably some really cheesy pick-up line,” you say.

“Like what?”

“I don’t know! I couldn’t hear from here! Ha, hear from here…” Okay, maybe you’re a little drunker than you realize. “Probably something like, do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk past you again?”

Colin snorts into his beer, almost sending himself into a coughing fit. “Oh, that’s bad.”

“Yeah, bet it was that one. Or, I seem to have lost my phone number. Can I have yours?”

The two of you burst into a fit of giggles. It takes a long time for you to calm down and when you finally manage to catch your breath, you polish off the rest of your drink.

“I take it none of those pick-up lines would work on you?” Colin teases.

“Obviously not.”

“What would work?”

You raise your eyebrow as you glance at him, only to be met with a goofy, very intoxicated smirk. “I don’t know, Zabel. You’re just going to have to try and find out.”

His arm is still around your shoulders and he pulls you in so close that his lips brush your ear. “Hey, girl, are you a criminal? 'Cause I'm a cop and I wanna finger you.”

Honestly, that line shouldn’t work. It’s cheesy and over the top. But when Colin says in right in your ear in such a low voice, it sends a shot of heat right through your body. You turn to look at him and he’s not giving you a goofy smile anymore. It’s a very sexy smirk that lets you know he’s well aware of how much he’s affected you.

“Do you mean that?”

“That depends. Do you want me to?”

“Yes.”

“Then I definitely mean it.”

You glance around to make sure no one is paying attention. When you’re sure they’re not, you lay your hand on his thigh. “Then follow me to my car.”

His cheeks are already red from the alcohol, but they get even redder when you speak. Leaning in, you kiss him. It’s brief and not at all as passionate as you want it to be, but it’s just enough to show him you’re serious. You slip out of the booth, feeling him just a few steps behind you.

It’s chilly outside but you’re so hot for Colin you barely even notice. Your car is parked a ways from the bar and you curse yourself for not finding better parking. Colin grabs you, pushing you against the car as he covers your mouth with his. Your body full-on shudders from his mouth alone and you reach back for the car door handle.

Giggling, the two of you crawl into your backseat, fumbling at each other’s clothes in an attempt to touch bare skin. Colin pins you down, one hand working at the button of your jeans.

“Gonna do a lot to you tonight,” he promises. “God I want you so much.”

“Fuck me, Colin.”

He pulls back. “Yeah?” he asks, brown eyes wide, almost as if he can’t hear what you’re saying.

“Yes! Now!”

You bury your hand in his hair and yank him into another kiss. Colin moans against your mouth and the next thing you know, he spins you around so you’re on your stomach. Kisses rain down the back of your neck and quick hands yank your jeans down past your hips, exposing your lower half to the coolness of the car.

Colin’s mouth nips and sucks at your neck and you hear the sound of a wrapper tearing as he readies a condom. You’re powerless to do anything but lay there and wait for what you know is going to be an intense fuck. You’re so turned on that when he swipes two fingers through your slit, he moans at the slickness.

“Holy shit,” he swears, draping himself across your back. “You’re so wet.”

You don’t get a chance to answer. You’re sure you had some smart-ass reply but your mind goes blank when Colin pushes into you from behind.

There’s not much space in the car but damn does that man make use of what he’s got. His thrusts are short but deep, almost grinding into you as he presses you down into the backseat.

You pretty much lose track of time after all. The only thing that matters is Colin’s cock grinding into you and his mouth leaving hickeys along your neck. A hand finds its way inside your shirt, yanking your bra down so he can grab your breast. He massages the flesh greedily before worming his hand down, down, down until it’s between your legs…

You come pretty quickly after that.

Stuck between him and the seat, all you can do is arch into his touch as your body locks into place.

“Shit, oh, shit!” Colin swears. “Did you just…?”

He doesn’t get a chance to finish. Well, not his words at least. You feel his movements grow sloppy as he fucks his way through his orgasm until he collapses on top of you, spent.

The two of you lay in a sweaty, panting mass, squished in the backseat of your car. By now the windows have fogged up which would thankfully hide you from any onlookers. Though, if anyone was in the parking lot they would have definitely seen the car rocking.

“Can I just say…I usually last much longer than this,” you pant.

Colin chuckles. “Me too. Maybe I can go home with you and show you.”

“Funny, I was just going to suggest the same thing.”

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[yourmidnightlover]

three, four squeezes

Summary- spencer finds watches you take what he thought was your last breath. turns out they weren't, but you're now in a coma. 

TW: coma, fem!reader, spencer pining, angst/fluff ig?, blood, gunshot

WC- 5,681

masterlist

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guilt.

regret.

pain.

fear.

spencer couldn't stop fiddling between as he rode with you in the back of the ambulance.

the guilt he felt as he realized that everything was his doing, his fault. if he wouldn't have froze and if he would've told you how he felt neither of you would be in this position.

the regret he had of never telling you how he felt. he never got to hold you as more than best friends and kiss you like he's wanted to so, so, so many times.

the pain of seeing you in so much pain. and the fear that worsened when you accepted the fact that you would die in his arms

the fear that the last time he held you was when you confessed your darkest secret to him. you never got to hear him tell you how much he truly loved you.

he took your much smaller hand in both of his and pressed it close to his chest, right on top of his heart as if he was trying to tell you what his heart had tried to make him.

he froze.

he shouldn't have froze.

he should've held you and told you how much he loved you. how much he wanted you. how much he's always wanted you.

he should've kissed you and never let you out of his sight. because maybe, just maybe, if he hadn't let you go then you would have never gotten hurt.

he was the reason you were dying.

he was lost in thought when the holter monitor held a steady, long beep. you had flatlined.

-

you felt the warmth radiating over your skin as you shifted in your position to sit up. you took in your surroundings.

you were in an endless pasture, filled with tall grass that would reach your knees if you had stood up. the sky was perfect, clear, baby blue color that you haven't seen in a while. you were laying on a red blanket with a picnic basket by your side.

the smell of fresh flowers and fresh grass filled your nose. the calming scent bringing you the peace that radiated around you as you observed further into this place.

you had on a flowy, pastel purple sun dress and a pair of white flats on. you turned your head to the side, only to notice you weren't alone.

"spencer!" you cheered excitedly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into your touch. "you're here," you breathed out.

"i am here," you felt the vibrations of his chuckle. "but you shouldn't be here."

you pulled back and looked at him confused. "wh-why not?"

"because," he pushed a strand of hair out of your face as he gazed into your eyes. "you need to go back, sweetheart."

a rush of memories flooded your brain.

you confessed your past, your regret, your love.

he didn't love you back.

you were shot.

"i... i don't want to go back," you admitted with furrowed brows. "i want to stay here. with you."

he looked at you with what seemed to be pity. he scooted closer to you and wrapped his arm around you to pull you closer to his body.

"you can be with me back there. you know that," he said as he rested his chin on the top of your head.

"no, i won't. not-" you took a deep breath, "not like this."

"but this isn't even real. i'm just a figment of your imagination. you're disassociating with your body, and i'm your safe place," he said nonchalantly, as if hearing that didn't break your heart even more.

"but i want to be with you, spence. i've ruined everything out there. you don't want me," you spilled, letting a tear slip past your eye and down your cheek.

"i will always want you, y/n. always," he assured you as he pressed a kiss to your hairline.

"how do you know?" you looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"because i'm a genius. remember, sweetheart?" he chuckled.

"promise me?" you said as you turned around and held his hand, squeezing it in anticipation.

"i promise. go back, y/n. you need to go back." he repeated.

"not yet. just a little longer with you, please. just a little longer with you," you pleaded.

-

spencer had to let go of your hand so the doctors could get the defibrillator. he began shaking before he told himself to be strong. he had to be strong for you.

"please don't leave me..." he prayed for the first time in a while to a god he wasn't even sure he believed in. "don't die on me."

one of the paramedics ripped your shirt open so they could begin to start the chest compressions. spencer hated seeing you so helpless, lifeless, hopeless.

"charge to 260!" one of the doctors yelled before yelling clear and connecting it to your skin.

nothing.

"charge to 350!" she pressed it to your chest and abdomen one more time.

suddenly the monitor began beeping steadily again. you were alive. not okay, but you were breathing.

you had a heartbeat again.

you weren't leaving him yet.

"oh thank god!" he exclaimed as he watched the paramedics leave your side, allowing him to fill their void. he took hold of your hand once again and pressed his lips to it as he watched the paramedic on the other side of you monitoring everything going on with your status.

"thank you, y/n. thank you so much," he placed another kiss on your knuckles as he used his to wipe his tears away.

when you had made it to the hospital he decided to finally call morgan and garcia. he would let them know what happened, minus the whole love confession part, and ask them to alert the rest of the team.

morgan replied in asking if she was okay, and asked for the details later when he got there. garcia was just rushing to get out of her apartment and to the hospital to check on her 'little cherry blossom.'

garcia got there first no doubt breaking a few speed limits in the process, but he didn't mind because now he wouldn't be alone with his own mind. she engulfed spencer in her arms and let him sob it out as she did the same. she didn't ask what happened, she knew he would tell her when he was ready.

morgan took a bit longer, surprisingly. although, in his defense, he did live on the other side of town. upon arrival, he just placed a firm hand on spencer's shoulder and sat beside him in a seat, silently providing his own comfort.

jj was next to arrive. she was already in tears when garcia had called her to make her aware of the news. she gave spencer a tight hug before sitting beside garcia.

when emily got there she raced to jj to ask if they had any information yet, they didn't. she checked on spencer, making sure he wasn't losing his mind completely. she finally settled down and sat beside jj, placing a comforting hand on top of hers.

rossi and hotch arrived at the same time, they were both working late, finishing a few extra case files. they went around comforting the rest of the team, and made sure to pay extra attention to spencer.

everyone knew how close the two of you were. you were like bonnie and clyde, but rather you both solved crime instead of ensuing it. and they knew how much it pained him to see her in pain. even on cases when she would get wounded, spencer would pay the utmost care and attention to you.

spencer didn't say a word. he didn't say what happened. nobody asked. they sat in silence, with almost constant tears from the fear of losing you, waiting for answers to how you were doing.

after a few more hours, jj decided to ask the doctor yet again on any updates on your condition. she quietly got up after letting go of emily's hand and walked over to the front desk.

"ma'am," jj asked the receptionist, "is there any update on y/n y/l/n and her surgery. it's been a few hours now and we're getting wo-"

"y/n y/l/n?" a doctor came into the waiting room holding a clipboard, waiting for someone to claim her company.

spencer jumped up from his seat when he heard her name. everyone had refrained from using in fear of striking something in spencer. they didn't want to upset him more than he already was, so they just kept their mouths shut.

"yes?" he excitedly asked, feeling the sweat in his hands and the exhaustion overwhelming his body.

"she's out of surgery now. she's in a stable condition, but there's some bad news," the doctor grimaced as the others waited expectantly for the rest of the news. "she had a prolonged period of time without oxygen to her brain, she's now in a coma. we aren't sure when she'll wake up," the doctor finally spewed out. "you can go visit her now. maybe one at a time so she can decipher who's who. she can hear what you say, so make it positive and encouraging," he concluded.

spencer looked back at the team, waiting for them to signal that he could go visit her before following the doctor to your room.

spencer walked inside and saw you lying there, lifeless while barely alive. and it was all his fault. you told him it wasn't his fault. in what you thought were your last moments, you wanted him to be at ease. while you were bleeding out from his stupidity, you still claimed your love that he never told you he returned.

and for that he would never forgive himself.

oh, what he would give to hear your laugh again. to see your smile, feel your touch, smell your hair once more. he wanted you back.

so he did the only thing he could do. he sat by your side and grabbed your hand for the millionth time and held it to his cheek, trying to feel your warmth.

"hi, y/n," he started off, deciding to give this whole 'encouragement' thing a try. "there are a lot of studies on whether or not someone can hear whilst their in a coma, but i'm going to try it anyway," he tool a deep breath.

"you're the strongest woman i know, and i meant it when i told you that earlier tonight. i know that you can get through this. i want you to know that i'll be here for you every step of the way. i promise. i-i'll take off every day until you wake up. i have to take a sabbatical anyway, so i can just ask them if i can take it early. if i can't then i'll make garcia come here every single day and i'll call her so you can hear my voice," the tears filled his eyes once again.

"i-i need you here with me, y/n. please," he begged for what felt like the millionth time that night.

"spence," jj called from the doorway. "would you mind if we all talked to her for a minute? then you can come back? i need to get back to my boys now that i know she's going to be okay," she said with a bit of guilt at the thought of her being able to go home.

home to her husband and children.

y/n has always wanted children. she'd be such an amazing wife, and an even better mother. spencer wanted the chance to witness her being a mother first hand, and maybe even being the mother to his own children.

he wanted to give her everything she's ever wanted. he wanted to stay with her until he was forced to have to leave.

truth be told, the day you walked into the bau, you changed his life forever and he didn't even know it. he thought it was just going to be another temporary fill in, until you performed so well at your job that the bau just had to hire you permanently.

you're so amazing at everything you do. everything you've ever done. you always push yourself to be and do your best, something spencer has grown to love and admire you for.

so he just hopes you have a reason to fight. a reason to fight for your life, to fight for him. he hopes that you have hope.

"yea, of course," he pressed his lips to your knuckles one more time before leaving the room, hugging jj on the way out.

garcia was right outside the door, waiting for spencer to come out so she could give him a hug. she wrapped her arms around his torso as his went around her shoulders.

"she's strong, spencer. she'll get through this," garcia tried to comfort him.

"you should've heard her. she-she sounded like she was ready to give up hen she was lying there, bleeding out on the ground," spencer pulled back to look at garcia. "i can't lose her. n-not now."

"you won't lose her," she placed a comforting hand on his shoulder before he nodded to her and walked back into the waiting room, being met by emily's own embrace.

"i'm not gonna tell you how strong she is, because i think we all know that by now. but you can talk to me, reid. that's what you have to know. you can talk to any of us," she consoled before pulling back, her hands still gripping his shoulders tightly.

"sh-she told me she was in love with me," he said out loud for the first time.

"what?" emily's eyes widened at the realization before she pulled his hand to go into an empty room. "explain, please?"

"she told me she was in love with me," he repeated. "and i froze," he sighed.

"you froze? what do you mean? i thought you loved her too?" she pondered, a confused look clouding her face.

"how'd you know that? and yea, i do love her. i love her so much it hurts," he looked down at his feet. "i didn't say it back because i couldn't believe it was happening. i-i mean have you seen her? she's the definition of perfect and she said she loves me."

"oh, spencer," she said before giving him another hug, allowing him to break down in her arms.

"she walked out after that," he grimaced. "when i started walking back to my place that's when i heard the gunshot and called the ambulance. then i noticed it was her and i broke. it's my fault she was out there. if i would've told her how i felt she would've been in my arms and safe. instead, she's in a coma because i was too confused to say anything," he vented.

"it's not your fault, reid. you have to know that," she said before pulling back. "it's the guy who shot her's fault. not yours. you didn't pull the trigger."

"i might as well have. she doesn't know how i'm in love with her," spencer whined, feeling more hopeless than he did when he was kidnapped and drugged.

because at least then, he knew the team would be coming for him.

but he didn't know if you ever wanted to come back.

when you were lying there, dying, it was like you were saying goodbye as he held you in his lap. his hands, pants, and even shirt were covered in your blood.

he hadn't even noticed. he didn't care to notice. you were the only thing on his mind. everyone else knew he wouldn't leave without knowing your condition, so they didn't bother telling him to go clean up. emily noticed him eyeing his own appearance.

"go change. i'll call you if we have any updates. relax, please. she's not going to leave you," emily said before shooing him away to clean up.

spencer went to his place to change quickly and take a shower after morgan gave him his hoodie to wear on the drive there. meanwhile, emily walked out into the waiting room and took notice of morgan in his own worry.

"she'll fight. we know she will," emily confirmed as she walked to sit beside him.

"i know she will, but i'm also worried about the kid," morgan moved his head out of his hands as he looked at emily. "he told me how he was in love with her. and i'm willing to bet this has something to do with that. he's been through so much, he doesn't deserve to lose another person in his life."

"i know, you're right. he doesn't deserve this, nobody does, but he especially doesn't deserve this," emily said as she put her hand over his back, rubbing it soothingly.

"i'm gonna see if i can have my turn talking to y/n," he stood up and walked to your room, taking notice of jj still inside and penelope waiting patiently.

he wrapped his arms around garcia and let her cry as jj finished up inside before exiting and saying her goodbyes to everyone, allowing penelope to have her turn to talk with you.

showering helped spencer more than he thought it would. being covered in your blood was more frightening than he thought, so seeing his own skin on his hands was much easier for him.

he drove himself back to the hospital, wanting to avoid more prying eyes of cab drivers taking notice of his obvious grief and panic.

when he walked inside, hotch was inside your room with rossi, despite the 'one-person-at-a-time' rule. he knocked on the outside of the doorframe, alerting the two of his presence.

"kid. hey," rossi came up to greet him, giving him a quick hug before hotch did the same.

"reid, we know how close you two are, so just know that she's probably fighting to get back to you, the rest of us too, but especially you," hotch declared with a pity grin.

"i hope you're right," he glanced back in the room to look at you. "i really hope you're right."

spencer walked back into your room after the two older men left. he scooted the chair closer to your bed and held your hand. he crossed his arms on top of your bed, your hand still in his, and laid his head down on his arms.

he waited.

and waited.

and waited.

there was no progress.

he wanted you to come back to him. he wanted to feel your touch again and hear your laugh. he wanted to tell you how he felt. he just wanted you.

he was able to work at home on the few cases they received, and took his paperwork to your hospital room when he wasn't able to finish it as quickly as normal.

as the weeks went by, his hope began to dwindle, but his determination only grew. he was determined to be able to tell you how much he loved you while you were awake, so he refrained from spilling his guts while you were still unconscious.

he would read you books. your favorite books. the books you would ask him to read to you when you were feeling sad and wanted to hear his voice to calm you down.

he played your favorite songs. the songs you and him listened to on the way to work or to museums he would beg you to go to with him.

he even played chess with you. granted, he was more so playing himself acting as you. he would try to play whatever moves he felt you would play against him.

he cried with you. he cried for you to come back to him. he cried that you never stop fighting. he cried that he would get at least one more time to talk to you.

but one day the doctors noticed that you were able to breath on your own. they were able to take the tube out of your mouth and throat and nose. that was his hope. your strength was his hope.

he sped to the hospital that day, wanting to see you as soon as he could. it had been three weeks since the shooting, and he desperately needed the sight of your chest moving up and down voluntarily, a sign of your own breath breathing life into your body.

emily just nodded her head at him to go when he stormed into her office, she had received the same call seconds earlier.

when he came into your room, he as already in tears at the new progress. he brushed your hair out of your face and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"keep fighting, y/n/n. you're so close to coming back to me, to us, to the team. please keep going," he begged as he sat down by your side. "i got the call about you being able to breath on your own, and i ran into emily's office. she didn't even need to say anything, she knew it was you," he smiled momentarily.

"i can't wait to be able to hug you again, and feel your warmth again. i uhm, i never told you this, but we've kissed," he smiled at the memory. "it was that night you were drunk and told me about your parents. you had kissed me after i told you how beautiful and amazing you were, and how wrong your parents were. i kissed you back, too," he gently bit his lip at the confession. "i-i didn't tell you because... i shouldn't have kissed you back. god, i've always wanted to kiss you, but not when you were drunk and vulnerable. i felt like i took advantage of you, and i hated that i did that to you. so, i never told you," he frowned at the hidden secret.

"but please, please, please come back to me. please let me kiss you for real this time. let me tell you how i feel, and hold you forever and ever. please just don't leave me. i won't be able to take that, y/n. i know how selfish that is, but i can't live without you. these past few weeks without hearing your voice has been hell," he frowned.

he had called your phone every day since the shooting just to hear your voice on the voicemail. those 29 words have been one of the things he's loved listening to when he woke up. he'd never admit it, but you'd realize it once you checked your phone.

another thing he loved doing was look through his videos of you. in one particular video, maybe even his favorite, you had taken his phone and began recording him on it.

you knew he hated his own appearance, although you'd never understand why, so you secretly took his phone and began recording him.

"hey spence! can you come here?" you called as you were in the living room, waiting for him to bring you your chicken tandoori.

"yup! i'm coming!" he came racing out with the two boxes of takeout, giving you one as he sat on the couch. he didn't even notice the phone with how you placed it in your hands.

"thanks handsome," you teased, although you meant every word you said. his face automatically blushed at the compliment, but he rolled his eyes nonetheless.

"oh, shut it," he said before stuffing a piece of chicken in his mouth. you giggled at his reaction, his favorite sound in the world.

"never. i don't know why you think you aren't attractive. you're so beautiful, spence, i'm surprised you don't already have a special someone," you nudged him with your elbow, the phone now being rested against your thigh to get a perfect view of him. you could see the smile he tried to hide by biting his lip gently.

"but i guess that does mean i get to spend more time with you, so i won't object," you laughed out before finally taking a bite of the food.

spencer noticed the phone on your thigh after you took a bite, his eyes widening at what he realized you were doing.

"y/n! why were you recording me?!" he exclaimed, trying to grab the phone and succeeding. he turned the camera on to you as you began laughing loudly at his reaction. "what do you have to say for yourself, ma'am?" he questioned.

your smile was brighter than ever, your face red from all the laughing. you were wearing one of spencer's sweaters, your favorite one. you had taken a couple because 'they're cozier' than yours. you put your hands up in surrender.

"i guess you caught me, hot stuff," you laughed before he placed the phone down and began his tickle attack on you. "ahhh! spencerrrr! please!" you laughed out. "i surrender!" tears of laughter were streaming down your face.

"fine. i think you've paid your penance," he joked before grabbing the phone and turning the camera on only you once again, you blushing from the action. "y'know you're really beautiful, right?" you smiled widely at his confession, sensing the sincerity in his voice.

"thank you, spencer. so are you, truly beautiful," you smiled even wider before he finally turned the camera off.

he remembers that day like it was yesterday. he'd like to claim it was because of his eidetic memory, but it was also because of you.

you had gotten the weekend off and decided to spend it together, once again. you had stayed the night with him all weekend, you insisted on sleeping on the couch to which he objected, forcing you to take the bed with him.

you had woken up cuddled in each others arms, facing each other like you had been hugging the whole night. spencer felt the most content he had ever felt in that moment, never wanting to let you go or wake you, so he waited for you to wake up.

that was the best weekend he's had in a while. you two acted as if you were in a relationship, domestic. it was delightful.

there was another picture the two of you had taken after a rather successful case.

all the missing children were found safe, a rare occurrence, so you had gone out to a bar to celebrate. it was mostly emily, morgan, and garcia's doing, so you had all eventually agreed once you figured out they wouldn't back down.

you had known how spencer was at bars, he was sometimes rather uncomfortable with all of the people. it made him anxious and a bit intimidated. so after you had all met up at the bar and you noticed how nervous he was, you intertwined your arms and took his hand in yours.

"my mom used to do this thing when i was anxious or nervous to calm me down," you whispered, wrapping your other arm around his one as you squeezed his hand three times. "it's supposed to be our way of assuring the other. a way of saying i'm here," you explained before he squeezed four times in return, your brows furrowed. "what does that mean?"

"i-it could mean i'm glad you're here," he grinned as he noticed the smile that erupted on your face from his kind words.

and you didn't let go all night.

"please come back to me, i know you can. you're so strong, please just come back to me," spencer wailed. he felt your hand squeezing his as he held it, making his encouragement the entire reason you came back to him.

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"spence, you're making a mess," you giggled, wiping the corner of his lip free of the chocolate you two were eating, still in that heavenly place.

"i'm sorry! it just tastes really good," he smiled back as he watched you lick the chocolate from your thumb.

"mm, you're right. it does taste really good," you nodded your head. "so i'm taking all of them!" you grabbed the box full of chocolate and began running. looking back to see spencer chasing after you, you bursted into a fit of laughter.

the tall grass tickled your legs slightly, the breeze lifting your dress a tiny bit as you continued to jog ahead of him, teasing him with your laughter. he finally caught up with you, taking you down with him as you both giggled.

“you got me, dork,” you laughed, pushing his shoulder lightly. 

“of course i do! did you expect anything less?” he said arrogantly, you rolled your eyes. 

“never from you, doctor,” you teased as he pulled you in closer to him, you nuzzled your face into his neck as he admired the view around him. suddenly he stood up, the chocolate box in hand, and began running. 

“you little tease!” you shouted before getting up to chase him as he did you previously. “spencer reid, you’re so gonna get it!” you laughed out

"don’t leave me," he turned around to face you and called out, suddenly you felt a pang in your stomach where you had been stabbed.

you made eye contact with him, a look of shock and horror on your face as you tried to figure out what was wrong before you collapsed to the ground.

"sp-spencer? what's happening?" you asked as he pulled you into his lap.

"it's been two weeks y/n, i-i miss you." he began. "i know you're right here with me, but i miss your voice. and your laugh-"

"spencer i'm right here. i was just laughing with you," you tried to interrupt his monologue.

"and i miss the way your hair would crowd my face as we slept and how it would make me wake up. i miss hugging you and-"

"spencer please, i'm here," you cried, squeezing his hand as hard as you could to signify your presence.

"please come back to me, i know you can. you're so strong, please just come back to me."

-

"y/n! can you hear me?!" he exclaimed, you squeezed his hand once more, a little tighter than the last time. "oh my god! oh thank you so much, y/n," he cried as he kissed your knuckles once more, your fingers twitching in the process.

"doctor. we need the doctor!" he said as he pressed the nurse's button. "she's squeezing my hand. her fingers started twitching!" he said excitedly as the nurse entered, exiting to get the doctor.

you squeezed his hands three times, him returning with four times. you understood what he meant. his eyes were trained on your face and he saw as your lips twitched upwards in a smile.

the doctor came in to perform a few tests and forced him to release your hand. he asked you to squeeze his hand once more, you followed suit. the doctor noticed your nose twitching and neck beginning to turn.

"she's gaining control over her body again. this was predicted once we found out she could breath on her own, we just didn't think it'd happen this quickly. a recovery this soon after removing the tube is almost unprecedented," he said in awe of your strength.

"she's the strongest person i know. it's no surprise that she's recovering this fast," spencer said as he took hold of your hand again.

"indeed. she should regain full control over herself within a few hours or by overnight at this point. go easy on her, she's still recovering from being shot. i also need to observe the bullet hole on her stomach, but you could stay for that if you'd like." spencer nodded as the doctor raised the hospital gown.

there was deep bruising around the bullet hole and a scab over top. your stomach looked smaller than it had the last time he'd seen it, a result from you having to be fed through a tube. you were unbelievably pale, no surprise there either because of the lack of sunlight.

"it's healing nicely, the scab looks healthy and the bruising is getting better. she's a fighter, this one," he smiled at spencer.

"you have absolutely no idea," he said, not breaking his eyes from your beautiful face.

the doctor left swiftly after charting her vitals and giving her a shot of her vitamins. spencer sat back down in the chair and held your hand once again, waiting for you to fully wake up so you could once again be in each others' arms.

later that day, at around 11:50, your entire body began shifting. spencer sat up straight away, trying to held you in any way possible.

"that's it, y/n! come on, you can do it, y/n/n," he cheered you on, smiling so hard he felt his eyes prick with tears. you turned onto your side, towards spencer, and your eyes had began to twitch open.

"sp-spencer?" you questioned once your eyes were fully open.

"yea, yes. it's me. i'm here. i'm right here," he wrapped his arms around you, adjusting his grip after you grimaced from his tight hold. "i'm never leaving. i'm never letting you leave again," he ranted out, placing a hand on the back of your head as you wrapped the arm that didn't have an iv around his body, pushing your head to nuzzle into his neck.

"i'm so sorry. i never should've left you there," you cried into his arms.

"it's okay, y/n. it's not your fault at all," he soothed as his hand started stroking your hair gently. "i'm so glad you came back to me. thank you so much," he sighed as he gently placed a kiss on your head."

"you really think i would go that easily? i thought you knew me better than that, dumbo," you laughed out.

"i'm glad to see you still have that sense of humor in you," spencer scoffed, followed by a bright smile.

"oh that's not going anwhere, spencer. and neither am i."

@averyhotchner  @greenprisca  @muffin-cup​

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

Selfish Part 2

Pairings | Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x f!reader (kind of?)

Warnings | angst, crying, swearing

Word count | 1669

Summary | y/n and Bucky struggle to deal with Steve's selfish choice

A/n | I'm thinking of writing a part three? Let me know if you'd want to see that!l

Masterlist | Part One | Part three

"Oh god," Bucky groaned the second he entered y/n's room, lifting his arm to cover over his nose teasingly as he walked in, "you know I love you, Doll, but it's starting to smell as if something's died in here." Bucky over exaggerated, pacing quickly to the windows and pushing them open.

The man let out a long sigh when he finally faced y/n after she made no response. He was so used to her quipping back to his and Sam's jokes that the past week felt as if y/n was gone, too. And in lots of ways, she was.

It had been a week since Steve left, and y/n hadn't moved much since. Bucky had sat down at a table three times a day with her, refusing to leave until she finished her meal and a cup of water. But apart from that, she'd done nothing but stare into space.

As much as he was still grieving, Bucky was used to this. Losing people, that is - not his best friend leaving him and their girl for someone they loved 70 years ago. No, he was out of his area of expertise on that one. But Bucky was used to losing the people he loved. And by now, he'd managed to cut his dazed and broken phase of grieving to a few days, so by now he was only really upset at night.

That's when he would cry into his pillow, feeling more and more alone. Sam was still running missions; just because aliens had invaded didn't mean any human threats had warned off.

It'd been him and y/n for a week in the compound, and it was now that Bucky realised that the girl hadn't even been capable of washing herself. Yikes, she was taking this bad.

"C'mon, Doll. You gotta shower at some point. Or I could run you a bath?" Bucky suggested, huffing another long sigh when y/n looked straight through him. Bucky's jaw clenched and he carded a hand through his hair, blowing out a deep breath before putting on a kind face.

The next thing y/n new, she was sat in the shower. She vaguely remembered Bucky throwing her over his shoulder and walking swiftly to the bathroom, telling her how she still needed to look after herself even though Steve was gone.

God, those words hurt. As in that Steve was gone, of course. Although Bucky telling her she needed to actually clean herself every-now-and-then because she smelt like somebody had died stung a little, it didn't hurt her.

The water pricked at her skin, slates of chilling droplets pelting down on her. She'd been sat there long enough for the water to run cold and her thoughts to run dry.

The only thing y/n could picture was Steve's lifeless body. His eyes void of life, that amused sparkle that'd glint beneath the baby blue when he'd tease her, make a joke, burnt out into emptiness. The bright smile that used to grace his lips when he'd see y/n the fist time after a mission, no matter the length, gone.

She'd also thought about how he died. Did Thanos murder him himself? Had he been saving someone? Did one of Thanos' cronies get to him? Did he fall, or get crushed? The possibilities were endless, but one thing was certain: Steve was gone.

A soft rasp of knuckles against the bathroom for momentarily pulled y/n out of her daze, her red eyes shifting upwards for a moment as she followed the noise with her sight through the steamed-over glass shower door.

"Doll? You haven't drowned, have you?" Bucky's gentle voice sang from the other side. Y/n could physically feel her muscles relaxing at the sound of his thick voice, her mind relaxing, too. Although she hadn't spoken in days, it didn't mean she didn't want Bucky to talk to her.

No, it was quite the opposite, really. Y/n was thankful for Bucky's mindless chatter and conversations, his caring questions and constant check-ups. It grounded her, gave y/n a reason for still being here if someone wanted her company.

Sighing, the girl pulled herself to her feet. She stumbled out of the shower, having to poke her head back in and turn the water off after forgetting initially. She picked up the fluffy towel that Bucky had left folded up for her and patted herself dry before wrapping the cloth around her body. Y/n ran her fingers through her now-damp hair before heaving another sigh.

"She's alive." Bucky smirked as y/n stepped out, clutching the towel to her chest. He was perched on her bed, facing the bathroom door with his hands bracing the edge of the mattress. "I thought you'd never come outta there, it's been over an hour, doll." Bucky explained as she hastily walked over to the drawers on the other side of her bed, pulling out a pair of panties and some shorts before tossing them to the bed.

She bent down more this time, pulling a t-shirt from one of the lower draws and throwing it to join the other clothes on the bed without really looking at what it was. She let the draw shut with a snap, turning to the bed and picking up the panties.

Bucky kept facing away, wanting to give y/n her privacy as she pulled the clothes on under her towel. Bucky could sense y/n still the second she reached to grab the shirt, her hand stilling mid-air.

"You okay, doll?" Bucky mumbled, not wanting to turn and face her incase she was still not fully dressed. Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat thickly, her mouth becoming dry as she hummed.

"Mm hm." It was short and cut off, the affirmative noise the closest she'd come to speaking in a week. She turned around again, pulling out another shirt before putting it on.

Y/n walked around the bed again, patting her wet hair between the towel. Bucky's eyes followed her the whole time, cerulean blue watching closely as she dumped the towel in the hamper.

"Do you want me to leave?" Bucky murmured as she climbed into bed, his weight pinning the duvet down on one side. Taking y/n's silence as a yes, Bucky moved to stand up.

"Wait." Y/n's voice was a meek thing, disjointed and hoarse from its only use for seven days being sobbing against her pillow. Yes, the one that still smelt like Steve. "Can you-" y/n took a breath as Bucky looked at her, a happy glint to his eyes. "Would you stay with me? Tonight? I don't know if I can be alone again..."

Bucky's lips tugged into a small smile, the super solder clambering into the bed beside y/n. He nestled in beside her, pulling the girl to his chest as he laced his hand with hers. Their intertwined fingers lay over his chest, his metal arm wrapped around her shoulders.

For a moment all that could be heard was the soft whirring of the metal plates in his arm, and the controlled breathing of the two people.

"Bucky?" Y/n asked, swallowing her fear as she looked up at him. Bucky hummed in acknowledgment, playing with y/n's fingers as he waited for her to speak. "How did- h-how did Steve...you know, die?" Y/n bit through the building tears.

Bucky felt his stomach drop at her question. He didn't expect that right now. Eventually, yes. But not whilst they were curled up on her bed. The words seemed to get stuck in his throat, sticking to his skin as he tried to pry them out.

"I-" he couldn't lie. He couldn't. It would be cruel, to do so. She loved Steve, so she deserved to know the whole truth. "Y/n, Steve didn't- he didn't die." Bucky grated through gritted teeth, tongue like a weight in his sandpaper throat.

"W-what?" Y/n mumbled, eyes widening with shock, fear, hope, anger. She sat up, turning around in his grip to face Bucky. A scowl had settled across her features, plaguing her gorgeous eyes with a hue of hurt. "Then where is he?"

Bucky sighed, his eyes sliding closed as the words fell from her mouth.

"Bucky. Where is Steve?" Y/n spat, her tone morphing into something harsh, something unlike her. Bucky swallowed thickly, but it seemed to do nothing. Y/n watched as his Adam's apple bobbed, arms coming to fold over her chest.

"Steve left, doll. He's not- he's not coming back." Bucky breathed, his face dropping into his hands.

"What do you mean?" Y/n whispered, voice cracking with a bubble of pain. "Why isn't he coming back?"

"Because he left to be with Peggy, okay? He left us, y/n! For some fucking dame that he loved over 70 years ago!" Bucky had finally snapped, his own tears collecting against his flushed cheeks now. Maybe the grief hadn't quiet passed.

Y/n's face dropped into one similar to the day bucky first told her Steve was gone. But, the subtle hint of difference was menacing; this time, rage fuelled her emotions.

"I-I don't understand, why would he-?" Y/n couldn't bring herself to finish her question, the answer already dancing around in her mind.

"I don't either, doll. I miss him, and yet I hate him for what he did. To me, to you, to us." Bucky's voice was barely above a murmured mutter, eyes downcast as he picked at the hem of his shirt.

"I-" y/n opened her mouth before closing it, a croaked sob interrupting a hiccup as she fell back into Bucky's embrace.

Steve, her Steve, had become a selfish, selfish man.

Part Three

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[colossal-fallout]

Modern AU house party pack

Armin Arlert Edition

Warning

NSFW. 18+ only. Smut. Alcohol consumption.

Tagging @clovertitan @armins-futon because they the biggest Armin simps I know 🥰

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You can't help but feel a little nervous as you lock your door and turn to walk towards Armin, who is waiting patiently for you in his car. He hadn't been waiting long, so his engine was still rumbling.

He's fumbling with something down the side of his door as you approach - his strong neck muscles flexing as his head bobs slightly with his lean.

Greets you with a warm; "Hey!" And a huge smile as you open the passenger door.

Getting inside, your senses are bombarded with his car air freshener mixed with whatever beautiful cologne he was peppered with.

His long fingers turn the volume down of the music so he can hear you better; waiting for you to fasten your seat belt.

"Hey, how you been?" You ask a little shyly as you strap in, the cool leather seats caressing your bare thighs.

"Great thanks and yourself? You look... Amazing." His ocean blues soften as he says this, hand absentmindedly grazing the top of his steering wheel.

He clears his throat and puts his attention on the road as he begins to pull away.

"Are you hungry?" He'll ask. "I could drive through a burger place if you want? Shouldn't drink on an empty stomach."

You tell him you've eaten but he goes through anyway - he himself being peckish and it was a good way to have a little catch up before the party as you both sit in the parking lot munching on whatever you'd ordered. (Yes you couldn't turn down something once you caught the smell of the fast food joint)

The party

It's almost ten by the time he pulls up outside of Historia's house. You already spot Zeke having a cigarette on the porch, standing talking to Proco and Pieck. The front door open with music blaring out onto the lawn had your heart racing with excitement as Armin walks round and opens the car door for you.

Porco teases you with a long, loud whistle from across the lawn. "Lookin' good, baby."

"Shut up." You laugh, knowing he was playing around.

It was still a little early but there were plenty of people around to feel comfortable with the vibe that was building. Your heart almost explodes when Armin casually laces his fingers into yours as you walk towards the house, his car alarm beeping with confirmation of being active behind you.

Okay so this was a date. And he's already making it clear you're his for the night.

Once inside Historia greets you both - already pretty drunk and hanging off the neck of her boyfriend. Some guy who owns a farm somewhere.

The party is amazing. More people arrive and you and Armin temporarily part ways to socialise, bit you notice he's keeping a close eye on you at all times. In fact, everytime you glanced in his direction his eyes would quickly snap back to the conversation he was having.

Reiner, Connie, Marco, Jean, Porco and Eren had a chugging competition at one point. Marco coughed and spluttered his beer everywhere - snot falling out of his nose and everything.

Sasha and Niccolo were snugged up in the corner making out most of the night. They were new lovers, you couldn't really blame them.

Mikasa and Annie just sat and bitched about how shitty men were most of the night.

At one point though, everyone was dancing and it was so much fun you were crying with laughter as Connie and Reiner had a dance off.

Connie won with the robot followed by a worm.

Reiner didn't wanna get on the floor.

Porco and Reiner had an argument. Typical. Nothing new.

Surprisingly, you walked in on Jean and Eren having a "bro" moment in the washroom near the back door.

"Eren... I know we don't get along. But that doesn't mean I don't care about what happens to you. I just wish you took care of yourself more. It's a big world out there. And it's nasty."

"Jean... I feel the same! Like sometimes I just wanna scream at you to shut the fuck up but also that I love you as a brother? Am I making sense?"

Ignoring it you continue outside for some fresh air when Armin follows you out.

"You alright?" He smiles, snaking his arm around your waist.

You nod. "Yeah just getting some fresh air."

His cologne was still evident as you push into his chest as a guard from the cool air that raised goosebumps across your skin.

His mouth presses against your head and your entire body catches fire when he whispers; "It's getting late. Wanna get out of here?"

Your place

Your ears are still ringing from the loud music when you both leave the cab and enter your house, your body aching from the dancing and sore from the laughing.

"You want a drink? Water or soda?" You ask Armin as he gingerly walks into your living room.

You both talk over some bottled water, both of you a little tipsy but nothing too bad. Before you know it, it's 5 am.

You offer Armin a place in your bed for the night. He says he wouldn't mind sleeping on the sofa if you were more comfortable with that.

That's when you press your lips against his, hungrily before grabbing his hand and leading him to your bedroom.

Your bedroom

It's that kind of sex where you're both so eager that you're panting pretty much straight away with quivering, loud breaths.

Your lips smack loudly off each other in needing kisses, hands and fingers trembling as you undress one another.

You were blown away but how surprisingly soft yet dominant Armin was. First he blows you away with this

After your third climax, he has you all over the bed, absolutely feral for you. His moans are so pretty as well as his cock, and God does he know how to use it.

Has you like this, this, this and this.

"You look so pretty bouncing on my cock..."

"Ah, you're so tight."

"I've wanted you for so long..."

"Mmm you feel beautiful inside."

"Shit... Y/n..."

"You're such a good girl for me, aren't you baby?"

Aftercare

Armin holds you close, running his hand through your hair and letting you know how amazing the sex was and how beautiful you are.

Will probably ask to be your boyfriend. He wasn't after a one time thing.

Will definitely order you both breakfast once you've woken up - or probably lunch, maybe even dinner by the time you do rouse from your sex induced slumber.

[onelilhippie]

OUTCAST: chapter three

story masterlist

MY HANDS were shaking and it was hard to focus. i was dizzy. my anxiety attacks stopped when i was fifteen, but they were making an appearance again. fiery panic burned hot in my lungs as everything sunk in. chrissy was dead. eddie was accused for murdering her. i was in this now, in between the two of them, people knew me as chrissy's best friend, as eddie's ex girlfriend, and they'd have questions. there was some... other dimension, and monsters were actually real, and they have almost killed my friends, my family. it was impossible to fathom just how much the people around me had been through, and how blind i'd been stumbling through it all.

my chest was tight, like someone was pressing down on it, and sweat stuck my shirt to the skin of my back. i was burning up, like fire licking against the surface of my body.

"marnie?" a voice grabbed me from my trance. it was steve, his voice streaming through the door. i moved away from it, letting him outside and into my personal space.

"yeah?" i said, more like a whisper than anything else. i felt a pressure on my face, and realized steve was wiping away tears that i didn't know i had cried. i sniffled and looked up at him, hoping he'd be able to ground me from these feelings, hot on on my heels like hell was after me, crawling up the back of my neck and into my scattered brain.

"you alright? it's not safe to be alone." he asked me, concern prominent in his voice. i didn't know why he cared so much. maybe it was because i'm dustin's sister. i barely knew him. there were fleeting moments of hellos and my first day at the video store, but other than that i hadn't spoken to him. in high school i despised him, when he had smashed jonathan's camera to the ground i vowed to never even look in his direction, but here i was, being comforted by the very guy i used to hate. steve was kind, and a bit shaky himself. it was difficult to see him this way, when all i knew was the person who made fun of nancy wheeler for hanging around jonathan. his personality was designed for cockiness and teasing, but he was worried for me, someone he barely knew.

"yeah, i just panicked. today has been... a lot. i didn't want anyone to see me like this." i chuckled, lightly gesturing to my tear stained face. i never cried a lot before today. i've never been an emotional person but my life has quite literally been turned upside down in a matter of hours. the seething panic died and the heat of my anxiety no longer corroded my consciousness.

"alright, let's get inside. don't want you to get... vecna'd?" steve laughed to himself. i shook my head and went inside before him, just so i didn't hear anymore of his bad jokes. as soon as steve and i were back inside, everyone decided it was time to leave. dustin said we'd come back in the morning with supplies for eddie. but i didn't want to leave him alone again.

"you want him to stay here by himself?" i questioned my brother, arms crossed over my chest.

"uh yeah, he's pretty capable." dustin countered back at me. i rolled my eyes and sat myself down in the old, beat up boat.

"yeah, no. i'll stay with him. just in case something happens. i'm not sure anyone should be alone after what happened to- you know. chrissy." i offered, avoiding eddie's confused gaze. dustin blanched, obviously not expecting me to say something like that. i had decided that talking to eddie might do me some good, and i really didn't want him to be alone with everything happening, no one having a clue of what we're up against, just some creature comprable to a d&d character.

"wh- you know what? okay." dustin shrugged, turning and walking out. everyone said their goodbyes and be-safes and took off in steve's car. eddie and i were silent for a moment before he turned to face me, his expression hard to read. he had a soft face, his resting features so pretty and tinged pink.

"why are you here?" he asked, voice quiet. i couldn't quite tell what emotion he was feeling. like i said, he was hard to read sometimes. eddie had always been someone i admired, for being so himself unapologetically, for being mysterious in a way that was uniquely his.

"i didn't want you to be alone, eddie. not when people are getting killed b-by some, like, dark wizard or whatever." i stuttered out. i wasn't sure my mind would ever wrap around the concept of interdimensional monsters and fourteen year-old girls with superpowers.

"since when did you worry about me?" he questioned, arms folded. i scoffed loudly, rolling my eyes yet again. it seemed like that's all i was doing the past twenty-four hours.

"just because we aren't together doesn't mean i don't care about you."

"that's not how it seemed the past, i don't know, six fucking months." eddie spat, sitting across the room from me on the dirty wood floor. it was then that i realized how much my leaving affected him. seeing his eyes glassy, unable to look at me, spitting at me like he hated me. maybe he did. my heartstrings pulled, a flame burned in his eyes.

"eddie... i do. i really do."

"then why did you leave?"

"i had to. i was gonna lose chrissy. now i know i would've lost her either way." i was crying, again. for the third time.

"what do you mean?"

"she was... was fucking worried for her reputation. i never really cared for it. i obviously wasn't popular and i never wanted to be. school popularity has always been pointless. but she was so into it, and she wanted to stay that way. chrissy knew that if i was seen with you, her image would crumble by association with me. she said she wouldn't talk to me again if i stayed with you. and i had known her since second grade. i couldn't let a boy get between us. but then i realized just how fucking stupid it was that she was worried over her position on the cheer team and how many people loved her. but i had already left you. then she started getting cozy with jason, and he made her cut me off anyways. so any ending would've resulted in me losing someone i thought was my best friend. and i realize now that i should've done what i wanted instead of blindly following her but i can't change that. and i know you hate me for it. probably even more so now that i've told you what really happened, actually." i admitted, staring up at the ceiling to avoid him. it was dark and cold in the boathouse, and i was shivering with exhaustion.

"i don't hate you." eddie said in a low voice. i removed my eyes from the ceiling and settled on him. he was sitting with his knees to his chest, eyes trained on the floor. i felt bad for telling him, for reopening a wound, but he needed to know the truth about everything.

"you don't have to lie to me."

"why would i lie to you? what's the point? i don't hate you. i never have. not when we'd fight, not when you accidentally threw away my d&d notes, not when you left me that night in the rain under that streetlight next to my trailer. not when you wouldn't even let me kiss you goodbye. i was angry, but i've never hated you. not for a second." my mind flipped through those memories, each one he mentioned bright in my mind like they had just happened. i wanted to be my old self again, but i was still searching for her in those late nights without him. i'd tangle myself in my cold bedsheets, remembering the feeling of him beside me, and crying in the emptiness i'd caused. i felt all those emotions again at once and shrunk in on myself, hugging myself in that worn down rotten boat.

"i'm sorry." i muttered, tucking my head between my knees. i heard the floor creak as he walked towards me, the feeling of the boat rocking as he got into it beside me.

"i know. i am too." eddie said back, hand running through my hair in a comforting motion. his touch made me shiver. no one ever treated me the way he did. he treated me with respect. he never yelled, never even made me think he'd lay a hand on me. he was the most beautiful man i'd ever met, and i was so privileged to have loved him, to have experienced his personality in such an intimate way.

"so," he spoke again, "since when were you and harrington together?"

now that made me laugh.

"what?" i sputtered, lifting my head up to look at him, to my right.

"you and harrington?"

"oh my god. in his dreams. steve and i are definitely not a thing." i laughed loud. eddie looked seriously confused though. did he really somehow get the impression that steve and i were... a thing?

"you two aren't together?" eddie raised an eyebrow, actually, truly confused.

"no? what even made you think that, eddie? gross."

"he was all touchy with you, a-and when you went outside he rushed after you. i- i dont know, henderson." eddie blushed, shaking his head. i just laughed for a moment. yeah, steve had comforted me, but, not in that way. not in the way eddie ever had.

"yeah, absolutely not. he's just a friend. actually, i hadn't even had a conversation with him til yesterday, when i started working at the video store." i told him, watching the expressions and realization rolled across his features.

"why? you jealous?" i teased him.

"oh, shut up." eddie was beet red, and everything felt normal again. he was back, even if he wasn't mine anymore. my mind calmed down for the first time that day. after a few minutes of silence, my eyelids began to feel heavy.

"tired, marn?" eddie whispered. i nodded, breathing slow.

"c'mon, lay down." he took his jacket off and splayed it over my figure as i laid beside that awful tarp. the thing was itchy. i snuggled into the smell of him, weed, cologne, and a little bit of beer. and for the first time in a while, i was content. he laid beside me, a considerable distance away.

"night, henderson."

"night, eds." i whispered back, eyes falling closed.

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i was woken by eddie rocking the boat, jumping up, ring-clad hand wrapped around a bright red, rusted wrench.

"ed-"

"shhhh!" he pressed a finger to his lips, creeping up from the boat and peering through the boathouse windows. he must've heard something outside. he was panting heavy like he had just ran a mile, standing as still as he could.

"shit." he whispered, eyes glued to the view outside. then, the door blew open, making me squeak and eddie yell.

"jesus!"

luckily, it was dustin and his friends, plastic bags in hand.

"delivery service!" my brother grinned. eddie exhaled.

steve laid eyes on me and wiggled his fingers in a wave. i smiled back, and waved to everyone. they handed eddie some snacks and i got out of the boat, sliding my arms into eddie's coat. his cologne wafted into my senses again and i remembered times in his arms.

"munson's jacket, huh?" steve asked, eyebrows raised, as i stood between him and max. i smacked him on the arm and he faked injury. eddie was shoving cereal in his mouth, glancing at me and steve then back at dustin.

"so we got some good news and some bad news. how do you prefer it?" my brother asked.

"bad news first, always." eddie chased cereal down with some bottled drink. i turned my gaze to my brother.

"alright, bad news. we tapped into the hawkins pd dispatch with our cerebro, and they're definitely looking for you. also, they're uh, pretty convinced you killed chrissy." i sighed and eddie's face dropped. i went over and sat next to him.

"like. 100% kinda convinced." max added.

"and they're looking for marnie too. since you were close with both of them. or. were. they have questions. intense questions." dustin looked at his sister, a frown settled on his face.

"and the good news?" eddie asked, looking at everyone.

"your names haven't gone public yet. but if we found out about you, it's only a matter of time before others do too. and once that gets out, everyone and their shallow minded mother is gonna be gunning for you both." robin chimed in. my stomach churned at eddie's worried expression.

"hunt the freaks, right?"

"exactly."

"shit." i muttered, tucking my face into the palms of my hands.

"so, before that happens, we need to find vecna, kill him, and prove your innocence."

"that's all, dustin? that's all?" said eddie, exasperated.

"yeah, no, that's pretty much it."

"listen, eddie, marnie, i know everything dustin is saying sounds totally delusional, but we've actually been through this kinda thing before." robin reassured me and him.

"i mean, they have a-a few times. and i have once. mine was more human flesh based, and theirs was more smoke related, but bottom line is, collectively, i really think we got this."

"but, uh," steve started. "we usually rely on this girl, that has superpowers, but those went bye-bye, so, uh-"

"what we're technically in is more of the-"

"kinda..."

"brainstorming phase." max finished.

"brainstorming!"

"there-there's nothing to worry about." said dustin, but his voice was pitched higher. eddie and i looked at each other and we both realized, we were fucked.

police sirens jolted us from the conversation, and steve shushed us. eddie and i crouched down into the boat once again.

"tarp!" robin pointed, repeating herself. eddie threw the tarp over the both of us and i screwed my eyes shut, huddling into his chest. the sirens kept going and i opened my eyes, looking up at eddie. he was already staring at me.

"it's okay." he whispered as low as possible, fingertips running up and down my back in a soothing motion. i inhaled as hard as i could, and exhaled.

"this sucks."

"i know."

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Memories - Team Free Will 2.0 Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: Memories

Pairing: Team Free Will 2.0 X Reader

Requested: by @gabrielasilva1510

Word Count: 841 words

Warning(s): death, trauma, violence, mentions of torture (read the requested and please proceed with caution)

Summary: (Season 13/14) Michael had seen (Y/n) as nothing more than a weapon to try and use. Now, (Y/n) was having to deal with the consequences of Michael's attempts.

Author's Note: Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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I froze.

It was the most important moment of my life and I froze.

Michael had busted into the bunker, ready to kill all of us as soon as he wanted. I should've been able to use my powers and stop him. But I just couldn't.

He took slow steps toward me. I tried to use my powers but I was shaking.

All I could see was what he had done to me in that other world. I was shaking and crying. I wanted to vomit as I felt like I was getting beat all over again.

"Maybe you're weaker than I thought," he said smugly.

He placed a hand on my forehead and I felt my entire body burning from the inside out. This was it... I was dying.

And then... I woke up.

Castiel was kneeling next to me. I shoved him away, curling up against the wall. I was still panicking from my confrontation with Michael, who was nowhere in sight. I saw Sam and Jack on the other side of the room.

"(Y/n)," Sam said softly. He walked over, kneeling next to me, slowly reaching a hand out to me. "Hey, hey... I'm here. It's Sam."

I dove into his arms as I sobbed. He just held me close to him. He knew this better than anyone else after the amount of time he had spent in the cage. Cas and Jack stood back, letting Sam pick me up and carry me to my room.

"Do you wanna lay down," he asked. I nodded. He laid me on my bed, covering me with a blanket. "Do you want me to go?"

I shook my head, grabbing at his arm frantically.

Sam just nodded and sat next to me.

I didn't sleep that night. Sam just sat up with me while I clung to him, my head resting on his stomach. He ran his hand gently up and down my back, not wanting to scare me by pressing on a hurt part of me too hard.

"I'll be here to help you," he mumbled. "I promise."

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And he did.

Through getting Dean back to losing him again, Sam was happy to hold onto me and help me as I slowly adjusted.

I saw Michael a handful of times after that first encounter. I still wasn't able to fight him. It would cause drives home to be silent as I told myself I was weak and a coward. Sam would try to make sure that I wasn't but I barely believed him.

I was still having nightmares every night and my powers hadn't worked since I had come back from the dead. Every now and then, I'd see Michael waiting for me, ready to return to the daily torture that I remembered so vividly. Still, Sam, Jack, and Cas were there through all of it.

Then, Michael came back.

He left Dean, so I thought we'd be okay.

However, he took Rowena as his vessel. I froze again in the doorway. He smirked at me.

"Oh, the weak one," he taunted. "I remember all the fun we had, don't you?"

Seeing him wearing the skin of someone I considered an aunt of sorts hurt, a lot.

I almost stepped back to run but then I saw Sam. He was looking at me, not at Michael.

You're stronger than you know, I remembered Sam's words after Michael had taken control of Dean for the second time. Even without your powers. You're amazing and you will get better. We'll be here the whole time. We're your family.

This was my family, I couldn't run.

I took a shaky step forward.

"Aww... the kid thinks they're brave," Michael teased, casting the boys away before they could do anything. He walked up to me. "Do you want to go have some more fun? Just like old times."

I clenched my jaw and it felt like something shifted. Like the energy in the room had changed.

"I'm not weak," I said quietly, tears falling down my cheeks.

"What was that," he walked even closer. My hands started tingling.

"I said 'I'm not weak,'" I repeated myself.

"Oh please-"

I cut him off by grabbing the sides of his face. Energy coursed through me and I watched it burn him. Just like he had burned me before.

"I am not weak," I yelled.

Rowena passed out and crumbled on the floor. The grace floating in the air went to Jack, who had also lost their powers.

I seemed to become more aware of myself because I sprinted over to Sam, falling into his arms. He mumbled into my ear as I hid myself from the world.

"(Y/n)," I looked to see Dean. Against what would have been my better judgment, I tried to scoot away from him.

Sam rubbed my back.

"Give them time," he mumbled to Dean. Dean seemed to connect the dots between Sam and me before nodding and stepping back.

Time, I thought. The one thing I was never promised.

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ADMIT IT D.W.

Summary: You crush on the great Boy Wonder was a little more than obvious

Warning: Older!Damian fLiRtInG

A/N: Damian is like early twenty’s here. 

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Word count: 2k

It was a stormy night in Gotham. Rain poured from the dark sky and thunder boomed continuously. It seemed like any other night in that dreaded city. Day in day out, nothing but clouds and overcast. It was like the sun never shined in that city. If this was God's cruel punishment against the city, then you couldn't blame him.

Between the crime rates, the horrible citizens, and the corrupt police force, Gotham was no sanctuary. It was a city made for sinners, thugs, and those unfortunate few who had no chance of escape. You hated Gotham, you hated it enough to try and fight against the dreaded nights and sorrow days.

You worked by yourself, but it wasn't a surprise if part of Batman and crew showed up to your fight scene. They allowed you to continue your fight against crime as a vigilante, but they didn't dare trust you enough to take down important missions on your own. Sometimes you appreciated their help, most times, it was a nuisance.

It had been only a few years since you started this gig. Slowly at first, taking down petty thefts and drunk assholes. Then you started reaching the bigger leagues, the crime lords and mobsters. Soon, you became popular enough to be within Batman's radar.

The night was quiet, despite the loud thunder that rolled across the clouds. You saw the outline of Robin standing along the building edge. His cape flowed in the wind and his shadow cast upon the city as lightening struck behind him. You scoffed to yourself, but nonetheless flipped over to him.

"Dramatic much?" you asked. Judging by Robin's build, his voice, even the way he moved, you guessed that he had to have been around your age. At least, he was the closet out of all the others. You were nearing twenty-one, just shy of being able to buy your own drinks.

"Quiet out there tonight, huh?" You asked as he didn't reply. Robin seemed to tolerate you, nothing more, nothing less. He spoke very few extra words than needed and always had a snarky tone. You couldn't tell if that was because of his facade, or if that was who he really was.

Even so, after working with him several times, you couldn't help but be attracted to him. His voice, his actions, the way that he beat the ever living hell out of douchebags. Robin finally turned to face you, jumping down from the small ledge that he once stood.

"It is," he agreed. Truth be told, around you - it was an act. He would never admit that he enjoyed time with you. "That doesn't mean that you need to come bother me."

"But you're my favourite person to bother," you approached him. Damian stood still as you dragged your gloved hands up his chest and rested them at the bottom of his neck. "Why can't you just admit that you like my little visits."

"Because then I'd be falling into Batman's footsteps with Catwoman," Robin scoffed. He would never allow himself to admit that he did enjoy seeing you on the rooftops. Most times when he was on his own, he wished that you would show up to see him, even if it was just a coincidence.

His eyes would linger on you, the suit you wore was tight around every perfect curve of your body. Even the way you swaggered towards him like you knew god damn well that any man watching was eyeing you up. Damian wanted his eyes to be the only ones on you.

"Ugh," You rolled your eyes. You had a few run ins with Catwoman, none of them ending well. "I'm nothing like her. She's a thief, I fight for the good guys. I'm on your side, it's okay to admit it." You took another step closer to him so your chests touched.

You had a bad habit of shamelessly flirting with him. Robin was well aware of your attempts to flirt with him - and if he was any good at it he would have flirted back. Instead, his words came out cryptic. You often were confused by what he was feeling - his body was relaxed near you but his words said otherwise.

"Come on, Robin. Just one little word, just admit it," a Cheshire grin covered your cheeks as you stood on your toes. Your lips just barely brushed against his before pulling away. Fuck, did Damian want to pull you in, to kiss your properly after all these months of teasing him like this. You never gave him the satisfaction of what your lips truly felt like.

Damian's shoulders stiffened. He knew very little about you. Hell, he didn't even know your name, where you came from, how old you were. Yet, without knowing anything about you, he still found himself wanting to agree to your pleas. To admit that he enjoyed your company was to admit that he liked you. How could he like someone without even knowing them?

"I'll get you one day," you promised him. Damian watched as you backed away from him. The sway in your hips was entrancing and he couldn't look away. You stood up on the ledge that he was previously at. With a wink in his direction, you flipped off and soared down. Damian's breath caught in his throat, worried that you were going to fall to your death.

Not even a second later, you came flying back up again. A grappling gun was secured in the palm of your hand and your laugh echoed through the stormy night. Damian furrowed his eyebrows and looked down at his belt. You had stolen the grappling gun from him. Had you just used him to get the tech? Or did you genuinely want him to admit that he liked your visits? He wouldn't know.

"Fuck." Me.

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Damian wished that he could get you out of his head. As Robin, as himself, he couldn't do it. He spent hours at night thinking about you, who you really were. He wanted to meet you, the real you. He tried finding out who you were, but you were careful - careful enough for Batman to have not figured it out yet.

He wanted to see you again. At night, he searched for you rather than searching for crime. He needed to see you again. This ache in his chest was driving him crazy and seeing you again was the only thing that was going to fix it. Damian was only frustrated by these feelings, he didn't want them to affect his everyday life but here he was.

It was over a week since your last encounter. He hadn't seen you, or any signs that you were even out on the streets. Damian was getting worried about you, he always saw that you were protecting the city at least once every few days. It was far too long to have no signs at all.

Damian overlooked the city from one of the tallest buildings in Gotham. It was stormy out again, this time the rain pounded against his skin, soaking him to the bone. He was cold, miserable, and was ready to call it a night and head back home.

"The Boy Wonder," a voice from behind him spoke. Damian nearly sighed in relief at the sound of your voice. He spun around to see you leaning against one of the arches. The grappling hook that you stole from him was tightly secured around your waist. He looked down at it. "Sorry, I don't exactly have the money to get one of my own, figured you'd have lots."

You weren't wrong. There were tons in the batcave, he just wasn't particularly excited to tell Batman that you had taken one from him. You strolled up to him, wiping some of the water that drenched your face off. It was useless, the rain wouldn't stop.

Damian noticed the stitches that laced up your cheek. His hand went up to your face, skimming just below where you had been cut. "What happened?" He asked, concern in his voice.

"Didn't realize you cared, Robin," you joked. As he moved his hand once more, you winced in pain. He went to lower his hand but you placed yours on top, forcing him to stay there. "Got myself into some trouble right after I saw you last. Thought I could take them, pulled out of pair of brass and well..." you trailed off. "It was nothing bad. Just a cut and some bruises. Had to stay home for a few days."

So, he was right to be worried. You were fine now, but what about the next time? What about the time that you aren't going to make it out with such ease?

"I'm fine, now," You told him, as if you were reading his thoughts. The brief look of sadness in your eyes was instantly replaced. "Better now that I'm with you.” You tried to reach for another one of his weapons but Damian was too quick. He latched onto your hand before you could steal something else of his.

You tried to interlock your fingers but, Damian pulled away and he once again went back to his rigid form. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were up here looking for me." You gestured to the high skyline and then looked back at Robin.

"I was looking to see if there was any criminal activity," Robin corrected. Lies. He was looking for you, but he wasn't going to tell you that. "But I am glad to see you aren't dead."

"Why because you'd miss me?" You teased. You jumped around him, flipping here and there to get some of the pent up energy released. Being forced to stay at home had you going stir crazy. However, with the rain making the roof top more slippery, you had lost you footing and nearly fell right off the edge. Robin had grabbed your wrist just in time, pulling you with so much force that you landed into his chest.

"Because you owe me," he referred to the grappling hook. He didn't mind you keeping it. "Twice, now."

"Mhmm, I could make up for it, right now. Up here, on this rooftop, with no one around," you suggested. The only reason that he knew you weren't completely serious was the joking tone in your voice. Yet, he swore he could feel your finger traceing his chest plate right on his skin. His thigh trapped between your legs, and you were nearly begging for attention. "Just the two of us."

He was tempted. God, was he tempted. Damian didn't care if anyone would show up, he would gladly accept your offer. But he couldn't, he knew he couldn't. So, as much as he wanted to, he denied. You pouted at him, which had made it even harder for him to decline your idea.

"Come work with Batman and I," Robin suddenly countered your offer. "The tech, the protection, at least someone will have your back so this doesn't happen again."

You pulled away from him. Batman had already offered to become a part of his team. You were sure he had a stickler for having young kids under his wing but you weren't eager to become one of them. It was easier to work alone, at least that way you would never have guilt of messing up with them.

"It was nice seeing you again, Robin," you had done the exact same thing as last time, flipping off the roof to dive into the streets. This time however, as you left, the playful smile wasn't on your face, but a frown. Were you really that offended to be working with a team? Damian was sure that you would have jumped on the opportunity to be able to see him more.

Damian frustratingly sighed. He ran a hand through his soaked hair. What was it going to take for you to join him? He just wanted you safe. Damian would never be able to forgive himself if you died while trying to save the city because you couldn't agree to work with him.

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Avoiding Robin was easier said than done. Firstly, you didn't want to avoid him, you wanted to be there with him, teasing him like you always did. Secondly, between him, the Bats, and the others, it was near impossible to get anything done without being spotted by them. Yet, you managed.

Not being able to see Robin made you realize how much you actually liked him. It wasn't just playfully flirting, but a hope that he would in fact be able to recognize your affection. You wanted to know who he was, as a real person not as some side kick of Batman. Whoever was hiding under the mask was your number one goal to find out.

Maybe the only way to do that, was to join him.

You didn't want the pressure that being on a team came with. People relying on you? No, that wasn't something you were ready for. But maybe, with their help you could be ready for it. Maybe if they were so adamant on you joining, then they needed you just as much as you needed them.

So, instead of avoiding Robin, you searched for him. It had been weeks since you had seen him last. The gap in your visits was hard on you. It made you wonder how you could care for someone who you didn't even know. Robin thought the same thing, you just weren't aware of it.

"You must be getting tired of this rain too," You nearly jumped at the voice from behind you. Robin was leaning against a pillar with his arms crossed over his chest and a satisfied look on his face. Finally, he found you. He just wasn't aware that you let him find you, you wanted to see him again.

"By this point. I'm used to it," You answered. "Besides, getting to see you all wet like this? Mmm, that's a treat all in itself." You dragged a hand through his wet hair, having to stand up on your toes to even be able to reach. God, did you love when he got flustered to the point of not knowing what to say.

"It's been a while," Robin stated. You shrugged at him, pretending that the time that you spent away didn't bother you. Of course it did, but seeing the disappointed look on his face that you didn't seem to care? That was worth it.

"I was busy," You nonchalantly informed, waking away from him and back into the rain. It was true, you did have several busy nights but for the most part, things had been quiet, boring even. "Who do you think put Two-Face back in Arkham?"

"I figured as much," Robin stalked back over to you. He stood right by your side, brushing against your suit.

"You miss me?" You smirked up at him. He should have expected that question, you asked it nearly every time. However, the tone in your voice, the way that you were holding yourself up, it caught him off guard. You were genuinely wanting him to say that he had missed you - and after all these times that he denied it - he admitted it.

"Yes."

You looked up at him in shock. Robin always found a way to change the subject or come up with some sort of quip that ensured you that he didn't miss you when you disappeared. You could always tell that he was lying when he denied it but hearing him finally admit that he missed you meant everything to you.

Damian finally looked down to you. He didn't mean to blurt out the answer but he couldn't hide the truth any longer. Seeing you was always the highlight of his night, he couldn't deny that any longer.

"I want to see you, as much as I can," Damian continued on. He was surprising himself by these words, it was rare that he spoke of his emotions. "These little visits, they're not enough for me any longer. I need to see you, to fill this void in my chest when I'm not with you. Come work with me, please."

You were nearly as shocked by his words as he was. Robin never uttered a word of how he cared for you, how he craved to see you. Hearing him say this was everything that you ever wanted to hear. You cared for him, but could never accept that he cared for you back, he never proved it to you that he did.

After a moment of silence, Damian began to panic. Did you not feel the same way? Was the flirting just a trick? A game? No, it couldn't be.

Damian watched as you reached up towards your face, peeling of that mask that covered half your face. You met his eyes when your face was bare, revealing who you were and what you truly looked like. Damian was in awe of your beauty, everything about you was just as perfect as he had imagined.

"(Y/N)," You told him. "(Y/N) (L/N). I proved to you that I care enough about you, now prove to me that you care enough for me to join." You didn't expect him to do the same action as you - maybe one day but not yet. However, you also didn't expect what he actually did, either.

Damian kissed you.

His hands cupped the sides of your face, wishing that he didn't have these gloves on so he could feel you. Rain drops raced down your skin, between your lips that parted when needing a breath of air. Bodies pressed so close together that nothing could have broken you apart.

He kissed you with all this pent up desire that you constantly left him with. The worry that he had for you when you were on the streets by yourself. The neediness that he felt every time he was near you. He kissed you like he had cared about you for years.

Damian pulled away from you, his fingers still resting your facing. He rested his forehead against yours. This small taste of getting what he wanted didn't come close to fulfilling his desires. He needed you, constantly.

"I'll join you, Boy Wonder," you spoke barely above a whisper. "Just admit that you've been wanting to do that since the day we met because I've wanted you to do that since then."

"I admit it."

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Thomas Hewitt x Reader | Coffee Shop AU | Part 2

“Some more coffee shop AU thomas hewitt?👉👈“

“i've read that coffee shop au you wrote for thomas multiple times and i need more please!!!“

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You'd started to get strange looks from your coworkers. They never explicitly said so, but you knew why. You'd gone to Luda Mae's coffee shop every Wednesday and Thursday evening, spending more money on coffee than you had in your entire life, just to catch a glimpse of him.

He was so large, barely fitting in the space between the workstation and the counter you paid at. His hair was tangled under the straps of his mask, and his clothes were always stained with coffee. The intenseness of his eyes and constant furrow of his brow should've frightened you, and yet you found yourself lured by him instead. He always seemed surprised to see you, no matter how many weeks you'd continued your pattern, as if expecting you to just disappear one day. You were hoping that eventually the shock would fade, and that he'd seem relieved instead.

Upon arriving early at the coffee shop one Thursday afternoon, you were disappointed to see that Thomas wasn't there. You hadn't meant to show up so soon, but you'd felt so angry at your coworkers that you'd decided you couldn't stay at work for a second longer than you had to. Still fuming, you walked into the shop amidst the dwindling crowd of customers. The fact that they were all in such a hurry to leave, knowing Thomas' schedule themselves, had your blood boiling.

Your thoughts were broken by a familiar snap of fingers in your face, "Oi! What's gotten you all in a hissy fit, huh?"

The man at the register was Thomas' uncle, Charlie, who had introduced himself the third time you'd showed up in the shop. He was...not the type of person you would generally find yourself in company with, but he was nice enough when he wanted to be. Even though you hadn't breathed a word of your infatuation with Thomas, he and Luda Mae seemed to be very aware of it. You weren't sure if it made you giddy or uncomfortable when one of them was smiling at you, happy to see you in their shop again.

"What's the matter, darlin'? How bout I get'cha a cup, alright? The usual?" Luda Mae asked from behind Charlie, making her way to the coffee machine before you could respond.

You sighed and apologized, pulling out some money from your pocket. Luda Mae shook her head, "Nah, it's on the house, today. You look like ya need it."

Charlie groaned and turned to her, "Mama, ya can't be givin' out free drinks to them every time they show up!"

"It's my coffee, and I'll do as I please!"

You tiredly smiled at the two, shoving your money in the tip jar while they were looking away. Sitting down at a table nearby, you rubbed your temples in an attempt to rid yourself of a frustrated headache. You didn't realize that a cup of coffee had been set in front of you until a warm, gentle hand rested on your shoulder. Looking up, you saw Luda Mae watching you in concern.

"I'm alright," you sighed. "Just had a long day at work, 's all."

She hummed, sitting down in a chair across from you. You sipped your coffee, sighing at the deep, silky, smooth flavor that hit your tastebuds. Despite your coworkers' very unkind opinions, their description of the coffee was shockingly accurate. The thought of them brought a frown to your lips.

"Oh, is the coffee no good? The machine's been a bit fussy today," Luda Mae sent a glare towards her coffee machine.

"No, no it's delicious! I was just..." You sigh and rub your eyes. "I just need to take a breather, I think."

"Well, alright. But if ya need anything, jus' holler, alright?" she patted you on the back before walking back behind the counter.

You tried to distract yourself with the coffee, but no matter how delicious it was, it wasn't strong enough to rid you of the memories in your head.

"His name is Thomas!" you'd bit out right before taking your leave for the day. "Not Leatherface!"

The disgusted glances they'd sent your way the entire morning had been bad enough, but hearing your coworker's unsavory nickname for him had been the final straw. You'd been tempted to punch each of their faces in, appalled that grown adults were even capable of such childish gossip and name calling, but settled with slamming the door on your way out. And now, your anger was growing again at the ever dwindling crowd in the coffee shop.

Now you understood why Luda Mae and Charlie had been so quick to dismiss you the first time you'd spoken to them, and it hurt to think about. How often must Thomas have been ridiculed or teased in his life for his mother and uncle to just assume that everyone automatically disliked him? That everyone had something nasty to say? The thought alone that anyone would purposely hurt Thomas, just because he was different, made you see red.

You jumped out of your skin when you felt a nudge at your shoulder, looking up to see Thomas standing over you. You were not used to him standing so close to you. He lifted his hand in a small wave, which he'd started doing after the fourth time you'd shown up to the shop, and you reciprocated.

"Hey, you're early!" you smiled at him.

He just shrugged, lifting his hands as if to try and say something with them, but then lowered them. Butterflies filled your stomach as he sat down across from you, his knees barely fitting under the table. You didn't want to seem like you were staring, but it was hard not to. He was just so handsome!

Still, you knew you were apparently in the minority of people who thought so. Everyone who talked about his looks always had to bring up his mask, and the scars on his arms. Someone had even started a rumor about what his face looked like underneath, and the descriptions only grew more and more elaborate as time went on. Even the smarter people that you knew were buying into these stories, and it frustrated you to no end.

"Hm?" you asked.

Thomas gestured if you were alright, and your cheeks heated as you realized you'd gotten lost in your thoughts again. You apologized, assuring him it was nothing, when Luda Mae walked over and placed a cup of coffee in front of Thomas.

"Here ya go, darlin'. Charlie and I will be leavin' in a few minutes. You might have a bit of trouble with the machine...it's been actin' a bit strangely," she told him, and then turned to you with a smile. "I suppose I'll see you next week?"

You nodded, "Hopefully."

Her smile grew wide, and her eyes crinkled at the corners. She gave you another pat on the back, kissed Thomas on the forehead, and then left into the back room. Thomas blushed at his mother's antics, and you couldn't help a smile from forming on your lips.

"You two behave!" Charlie yelled at you before walking into the back room himself.

You nearly choked on your coffee, but managed to compose yourself. The flush on Thomas' face was a lot darker than before, and he huffed in Hoyt's direction. You could feel his distaste rolling off of him in waves, and it was one of the many times you wished Thomas spoke. You always wondered what he was thinking. Was he funny? Was he smart? You got the feeling that he was sarcastic, if his eye rolls were any indication, but you never knew for sure.

Thomas sipped his coffee, alternating between looking at it and looking up at you. He always seemed like he wanted to say something to you, but of course, he never did.

"Have you ever tried to learn sign language?" you asked him.

Thomas slowly shook his head, his fingers twitching as if wanted to add on to that statement.

"Well, we could learn together, if you want!" you suggested, nervously.

Thomas blinked, his eyes burning into yours, and then he nodded. His mouth opened, and then slammed shut again, as his fingers twitched in abandoned attempts to communicate. Frustrated, Thomas stood and walked behind the counter, and then came back with a notepad and a pen. Your heart fluttered, excited and a bit nervous. You'd spent so many weeks wanted to know more about him, and now you supposed you'd get your chance.

So what if he wasn't behind the counter like he was supposed to be? It wasn't like many customers showed up anyway. You'd be surprised if he got more than two or three, and even then they'd probably leave in a hurry.

Seemingly agreeing with you, Thomas sat down and began scribbling on the notepad. Turning it towards you, you saw the phrase "I might learn slow" in very sloppy handwriting. Clearly, his penmanship wasn't the best, but it was legible...and that's all that really mattered.

"That's okay! I don't mind!" you said excitedly.

He nodded, his concern somewhat put to rest, and he clasped his hands on the table in front of him. He shifted in his seat, clearing his throat as he clasped his hands in front of him, unsure what to do. Hearing his voice for the first time did strange things to you, especially with how gravelly and soft it was. It made you wonder what he'd sound like speaking, if he could.

The bell over the door rang, signaling the entry of a customer. You turned to see who'd entered, and saw Thomas get up from the corner of your eye. He walked behind the counter as the man who'd walked in slowly made his way forward. His stance revealed how nervous he was, but he managed to order a cup of coffee without much fuss. He glanced in your direction, giving you a look similar to the ones your coworkers had given you.

Your gaze fell to Thomas as you played with the rim of your now empty coffee cup. You tried not to ogle his backside for too long, in case he looked your way, but you couldn't help but spare a few glances. It didn't take him long to finish brewing the drink, hurriedly paid for by the man ordering it. The man was out the door when you blinked next, and you rolled your eyes.

Thomas made his way over to you, grabbing your cup before you could protest. At first, you assumed he was going to toss it in the sink, but were surprised to see him going to refill it. Of course, you ordered the same thing every time you showed up, so he didn't have to ask what you wanted.

You jumped when you heard a loud bang, and the smashing of ceramic on the tile. You turned to see Thomas recoil from the coffee machine, grunting in what you could only assume was pain. The machine rattled and hissed until Thomas punched the off button to it, holding onto his right hand as though it had been broken.

You immediately stood from your chair and ran over, uncaring of the broken ceramic on the floor, and took his hand in yours. It was bright red, scalded by the hot water of the machine. You dragged him over to the sink and turned on some cool water, making sure it ran over the worst parts of burn. It wasn't until you'd assessed his burn to be fairly minor that you realized how close you were standing to him.

You were holding his wrist in your hands.

You turned to him, noticing how heavy his breathing had gotten. His eyes were wide as he stared at you, and you were sure yours were as well. One of your hands began to travel a bit past his wrist and up his arm, trailing over the thick hair that lay there. Swallowing, you shook your head to gather yourself and looked back at his hand, turning the water off and gently drying it off with a towel.

"It doesn't look too bad...might hurt for a couple of days," you said, frowning at it.

You looked back up at Thomas, still holding his hand in yours. All the air in your lungs vanished at the look he was giving you, one of disbelief, shock, and...something else. You trembled, frozen in place. His chest heaved, as if having to remind himself how to breathe.

He yanked his hand away when the backdoor opened up to reveal Charlie.

"Sorry, forgot my wallet-" he paused, looking at the two of you with a raised eyebrow. "Weeeell, what've we got here? I thought I told you two ta behave!"

Thomas sighed and grabbed a broom to clean up the mess on the floor. You tried to move out of his way, picking a piece of ceramic out of your shoe that had wedged itself there in your haste to help Thomas.

You cleared your throat, "The machine burned Thomas' hand, so I was just helping..."

"Damn thing! Knew we should've just kept the ol' one!" Charlie whacked the machine with a glare, shaking his head. "I told Mama not to get all dazzle-eyed at how shiny it was, but did she listen? Nah."

He grumbled as he walked over to grab his wallet from under the counter, shoving it in his pocket as he shook his head at the machine. Thomas dumped some of the broken cup pieces in the trash, not even wincing when he accidentally brushed his burnt hand on his apron.

"Guess we'll have to pull out the old one, the way the good lord intended," Charlie huffed before turning to Thomas. "Don't even bother making coffee with this piece of shit, we'll just close for the night."

Thomas stopped sweeping and glanced in your direction, his hesitation catching his uncle's attention. Charlie gave him a long look, eyebrow raised, and then followed his gaze to you. Recognition filled his gaze, and your cheeks grew even warmer than they already were.

"Well, if ya wanna stay open all night, be my guest," he drawled, making his way back out. "But I don't wanna be cleanin' no suspicious stains tomorrow, ya hear me?"

Thomas stomped over and ushered him out the door, and you heard Charlie laugh obnoxiously. Thomas spared a glance at you, clearly embarrassed, and then went back to sweeping. You decided it might be best to give him a bit of space, so you began to walk out from behind the counter.

Your heart rate increased exponentially when Thomas' arm wrapped around your stomach from the front, stopping you in your tracks. His grip on you was strong, and your hands instinctively grabbed his arm, feeling the unevenness of his skin where all his scars were. You wanted to ask him about it, but didn't want to drag up any bad memories.

You turned to him, surprised, and he let go to point down at the floor. A few inches from your foot lay a rather jagged piece of ceramic. The odds of it making its way through your shoe and into your foot were extremely unlikely, but clearly Thomas thought otherwise. His brows were furrowed in concern, searching you for any signs of pain.

"O-oh, thank you Thomas," you laughed awkwardly. "I guess I should probably just stand still then."

He nodded, huffing out a breath that resembled a laugh. You backed away a bit and stayed put, letting him finish his work. You definitely did not ogle his backside again when he crouched down to gather everything up. Once finished, he turned back to you as if to say something, but then shook his head and walked back over to the table. You followed him, surprised when he picked up the coffee his mother had made him, and offered it to you. Your heart swelled and a strange sort of a feeling settled in your stomach when you realized he was trying to make up for the refill he wasn't able to give you.

"No, that's alright, if I have any more coffee I'll be up all night," you smiled at him, gently pushing his cup back towards him. "I guess I'll just have to come back when you guys get the coffee machine working again."

Thomas nodded, satisfied with your reply, before reaching down to the notepad on the table. Scribbling something down really quickly, he tore the paper out and handed it to you. You laughed at loud when you read what it said, covering your mouth with your hand.

"IOU 1 coffee - Thomas"

"I'll put this to good use, don't worry," you thought for a moment. "You work in the back the rest of the week, right?"

Thomas nodded, curious as to why you were asking.

"If I come tomorrow," you hypothesized. "Would you come out and make me a coffee?"

Thomas' cheeks reddened, and he played with the strings of his apron. He looked away for a second, and then around at the empty tables, and then finally back to you. Seeing your hopeful expression, he nodded.

You beamed at him, throwing your arms around him in a hug before you could think of doing otherwise. He jumped, his arms hovering out as if they didn't know what to do. Realizing what you'd done, you began to pull away, only to have two large, and warm hands tentatively settle on your upper back. He was so warm, and his embrace was so gentle.

How could anyone think he was a monster?

You smiled up at him, and he let go of a breath he'd been holding a bit too long. You knew you should leave, since you would need to get up early the next day, and there was no reason for Thomas to have to keep the shop open when he couldn't make coffee. Yet, you found yourself hesitating, comfortable in his arms. He seemed to return the sentiment, his grip on you tightening in a barely noticeable way. The two of you stood there for much longer than you probably should have, reluctant to pull away from each other.

Eventually, you made your way over to the exit, with the door held open by Thomas.

"You take care of that hand, alright?" you stressed. "When I come back tomorrow, it better be on the road to recovery."

Thomas rolled his eyes, but smiled at you with such fondness, you found yourself burning. You told him goodbye, parting ways for the evening, relishing in the way he watched you leave.

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"Well, back so soon?" Charlie teased. "You know it'd be against company policy for me to let'cha out back where Tommy is."

"I actually came to redeem this," you replied, holding up the piece of paper Thomas had given you. "To go, please."

Charlie's grumbled as he pulled out a pair of reading glasses from his pocket. Snatching the paper out of your hand, he read what was written, and his eyebrows raised. Snorting in amusement, he folded his glasses back up and gave you a once over.

Without a word, he walked over to the back door and slammed it open, yelling out into the other room, "TOMMY! GET OUT HERE! AND QUIT GIVIN' OUT COUPONS!"

If you tried to hide the joy you felt upon seeing Thomas, you failed miserably. The smile on your face seemed to be contagious, since Thomas returned it twofold. Neither of you paid any mind to the whispers of the other customers, too wrapped up in your own thoughts.

Luda Mae invited you to dinner while you waited, earning a grumble from Charlie about 'being a freeloader'. You'd agreed, earning an excited and nervous glance from Thomas, who gently placed your coffee in your hands. You smiled at him, confirming that you'd see him later. Waving goodbye to the three of them, you exited the shop to head to work for the day.

It wasn't until you were about to toss the now empty to-go cup in the trash that you noticed a hastily written note on the side.

"Have a good day ♥"

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PART 1