#safe to say we will be sticking to pinterest for now

[system-shit]

introjecting a popularly sexualized character as a TRAUMA HOLDER is TERRIBLE bro. we are fighting in the trenches just to find some cool fanart of me -Astarion & amnesia

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You're Safe

Requested Here!

Pairing: David 'Deacon' Kay x fem!wife!SWAT!reader

Summary: Being on the same S.W.A.T. team as your husband provides plenty of opportunities to protect one another and share words of affirmation.

Warnings: quick fight scene, nondescript injuries, super fluffy!! kind of a suggestive joke but not really? it's married flirting so it's fine I think

Word Count: 1.2k+ words

Picture from Pinterest

You trust every member of 20-David, but when you feel Deacon’s hand tap your shoulder before a raid, you are especially protected. Knowing that he has your back, he’s right beside you, makes you happy.

“Two, two, two,” Street yells.

Rushing into the house, you and Deacon break off to go right while the rest of your team goes in their assigned direction.

“30-David, right side clear,” Deacon radios.

“22-David, left side clear.”

“20-David, we’re Code 4. Suspect isn’t here,” Hondo alerts.

Deacon turns toward you, reaching out with his left hand as he lowers his weapons. You take his hand, nodding to let him know you’re okay. Though you can’t feel it, you know his wedding ring is under his glove.

“You did great,” Deacon says, leading you back toward the door. “Point is a good position for you.”

“You just like the view when you follow me inside,” you argue playfully.

Deacon shrugs before chuckling. 

“Thanks for staying with me,” you reply. “You’re the best officer I’ve ever worked with.”

“She has to say that,” Hondo adds, returning from the kitchen. “It was in the wedding contract.”

“That’s called a pre-nup,” Street jokes.

“Look at them, they wouldn’t get a pre-nup, playboy,” Luca replies.

“Guys!” you call, shaking your head. “We have a suspect to find. Remember?”

“You started it,” Street grumbles.

“Mrs. Kay is right,” Hondo says. He tilts his head to the side, clearly in thought, before he asks, “Should we give one of you a nickname, since you’re both Kays?”

“Deacon already has one.” You raise your hands in confusion, looking between your husband and team leader.

“But, your nametags say Kay,” Hondo continues. “What about ‘Kay’ and ‘Prettier Kay'?”

“Sure,” you answer quickly. “Now, can we go?”

“I agree. I mean, I love to talk about how amazing she is, but we need to find this guy,” Deacon reminds everyone.

“Yep. C’mon, Prettier Kay,” you say over your shoulder as you walk toward the door.

“Oh, I’ve made a terrible mistake,” Hondo complains.

“Let’s go!” you yell.

✯✯✯✯✯

Sitting beside Deacon in Black Betty, you lean against his shoulder. Being physically affectionate isn’t always something you want or need, so you and Deacon show your affection with your words more often, complimenting and trusting one another and reminding your better half that you have his back while knowing he has yours.

Watching your spouse risk their life is never easy; you and Deacon are good at your jobs, and working side-by-side eliminates the fear of not knowing, the majority of the time, at least.

“You’ve got this,” you tell Deacon. “I’m with you.”

“I’ve got it because you’re with me. And I’m with you, too,” Deacon replies.

“Anything I can do better?”

Deacon rolls his eyes as he smiles. “Yeah, don’t ever doubt yourself.”

“I was hoping you’d say, ‘tell your husband you love him every thirty seconds’ or something like that.”

“If it wasn’t a tactical no-no, he wouldn’t be opposed.”

“I guess I’ll have to stick to telling him before and after and show him in between.”

“Who needs to worry about motion sickness when you have to listen to this?” Tan asks.

“One day, Tan, you’ll know what it’s like to be in love, and then we will pay you back for every single one of these comments,” Deacon responds.

“You too, Street,” you add before he can jump in.

“We’re here!” Luca announces, parking a few blocks from the residence on the no-knock warrant.

“Luca, you’re with me, we’re breaching the one side,” Hondo explains. “Tan, Street, you’re three side. Deacon and Kay, take the four side. We clear and meet in the middle. Stay liquid!”

You nod, pulling your helmet down over your face before following Deacon to the western side of the house, waiting at his side as he sets an explosive on the door.

“20-David, breach!” Hondo radios.

The door blows open, and you tap Deacon’s shoulder before following him into the kitchen. You cover him while he clears the kitchen and pantry before he covers the hallway as you check the bedrooms. When you open the last door, the suspect lunges toward you, knocking you back into the hallway and against the wall. You keep him at arm’s length, twisting as you push him.

“LAPD S.W.A.T., on your knees!” Deacon yells.

“Don’t think he’s gonna do that,” you grunt, raising a foot before you push off the wall, slamming him into the door he exited.

When the door falls from its hinges, you collapse onto the suspect, pinning him between your body and the door. Moving your knee to hold his legs down, Deacon moves beside you, aiming his weapon as he demands for the suspect to remain still.

“You body slammed me!” the suspect groans.

“Yeah, well, he told you to stop,” you reply breathlessly.

“Prettier Kay,” Hondo says as he approaches. “Well done.”

“I want a lawyer!” the suspect yells.

“Oh, you’ll get one,” Hondo guarantees, hauling the suspect to his feet after you move to the side.

Kneeling on the bedroom floor, you remove your helmet and take a few deep breaths. Deacon ensures the rest of the team has the suspect under control before he joins you.

“That was amazing, Prettier Kay,” he compliments, brushing his knuckles over your cheekbone.

“Thank you,” you reply. “You make everything better. Especially when you keep someone from attacking me again.”

“I appreciate that, but you impress me daily.”

“Keep talking,” you request, catching your breath. “You’re safe.”

“I love you,” Deacon says. “And I want to be a safe spot for you until… for forever.”

“I said talk to me, not make me cry, Deacon. Help me up?”

Deacon chuckles as he pulls you up, wrapping an arm around your waist to lead you to Black Betty.

“Are you hurt?” he asks.

“Just knocked the breath out of me. Kinda like you do every time you smile, just with a whole lot more force.”

“You should still get checked out.”

“That’s part of your job, Prettier Kay.”

Hondo, however, forces you to allow a medic to examine you before you can return to HQ. Deacon stays by your side, complimenting your fighting after each question you answer.

✯✯✯✯✯

After you change, allowing Deacon to press an ice pack to your back for a few minutes, you return to the S.W.A.T. common area.

“Hondo, can we go home?” you ask.

He glances at his watch before nodding. “Are you that ready to get away from us?”

“Yes,” you answer honestly.

“I think we deserve some free time after that incredible takedown,” Deacon adds.

“Get out of here. As long as I don’t have to hear this, I don’t care where you go,” Hondo teases. “Good job,” he calls after you, “glad you’re okay.”

“I’m okay because of you, Deacon. Thank you,” you tell him.

“I love to do it. I love you.”

Wrapping your arms over Deacon’s shoulder, you kiss him until you’re breathless because of him.

“Do it all again tomorrow?” he asks, gently rubbing your back.

“Every single part of it. Especially this part, though.”

Deacon turns away to grab your bag so you can go home, and you add, “I love you, and I’m glad I get to spend this much time by your side.”

“I enjoy it more than you do, this is my favorite place to be,” Deacon promises. “I love you, more than I could ever say.”

[klarex]

To all of you, I want to say that I'm a big fan of hardwave music, and this fic is kind of based on this type of music. But if you don't like it, then you can change that to any type of sad music.

Genre: fluff

Warnings: orcs and wargs, fighting and orcs/wargs death, injuries

Summary: Your life was sad and boring, but somehow, you got teleported into another world.

Paring: Bilbo Baggins x Earth human! reader

There is a possibility

Not my gif, its from pinterest

Pov. (Y/n)

Just sitting and drifting in my thoughts hurt. Everything hurt. I just want to disappear. Not feeling any emotions, or not wanting to feel them? Do I like being alone, or I'm just lonely? I don't know.

Those questions repeated themselves every night like this.

I sat down on the windowsill and watched everything going on outside the window, heavy breaths escaping my mouth. I had my headphones on, listening to some calm/sad music. It was dark outside. Some street lanters gave a little light outside. A few cars passed by. The fog was thick. Something about this weather made me feel safe. I don't know what it is exactly, but it's a peaceful and calm feeling. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath.

Then I felt a wave of fresh air hitting me.

"Weird.. I don't remember opening my window.."

I thought and opened my eyes. I jumped when I saw a tall man in grey robes in front of me. He was tall! I looked up at his face, shaking with a slight fear. He had a long white beard and a pointy, grey hat. He was also holding a long stick. He reminded me of someone...

While I was too stuned to do anything, I heard mumbled voices. I realized that I still had my headphones on and took them off.

- How did this lass get here?!

I heard someone say with anger. I looked around me and saw that I was outside, standing on a green grass. The sky was dark. Behind me, there was a fireplace and a lot of short men. They all had beards, but there was also a smaller man, with bare feet and without the beard.

And then it hit me. My eyes went wide as I heard the tallest man talk.

"Am I in Middle-Earth?!"

I thought and looked up at a man in front of me.

- I- I'm sorry to interupt...

I said, and they all looked at me. I gulped, feeling all of their gazes on me.

- But- are you Gandalf..?

The wizard chuckled and nodded his head. I was stuned again.

"How is that even possible?!"

I saw the wizard slightly bent before me.

- And who you may be?

He asked with a polite smile. Oh, Gandalf always knew how to make odd things right...

- I'm (Y/n).. and apparently.. I'm from another world...

I looked down, embarrassed. I heard someone scoff.

- From another world?! I don't believe it!! You must be a spy!!!

I didn't even look up, because I knew no one would believe me. Maybe Gandalf would...

- Thorin Oakenshield!! She is not a spy!! I would feel it if she was, but she isn't one.

Gandalf said and I sighed in relief.

- Now! Everyone, we have to settle here for the night, so go and prepare yourself. I will go and talk with (Y/n).

Gandalf said and all of the dwarves go their way. The wizard took me a few meters away from their camping place. I sat down on a rock and grabbed my head in my hands. He sat next to me and placed his hand on my shoulder.

- I do believe you, (Y/n). I'm not going to lie.. before you got here, I was practising some of my spells, and apparently, you must get here by one of them..

He said and rubbed my back in a comforting way. I looked at him, surprised and shocked.

- So technically, there is a way to send me back home?

I asked with hope, but at the same time, I didn't want to go back. My life was worthless and awful back in my world. I always wanted to make it exciting or something, and now I have a chance.

- Yes, but you would have to give me some time to-

- It's okay! You don't have to!

I interrupted him with a truthful smile on my face. He looked at me with curiosity and confusion.

- You know.. I actually don't want to go back.. Maybe it's not an accident that you brought me here...

I said, chuckling, and he smiled with a nod. I told him about my world a bit and my life, but then I heard some quiet footsteps. I looked over to the sound and saw the hobbit with two bowls in his hands. He was smiling shyly.

- I- I thought that since you are not near the fireplace and are probably hungry, I would give you some soup.

He said and handed us the bowls. I nodded and said "thank you". He slightly bowed.

- I'm Bilbo Baggins. The company's burglar.

He said. I nodded with a smile.

- Bilbo. Take care of (Y/n) for a while, will you?

The wizard told the hobbit, and he nodded. Gandalf got up and walked away, into the forest. I looked over at the bowl.

- What's that?

I asked, looking at Bilbo. He looked at me and back at the soup.

- It's quite everything. Balin made this with Bombur's help, and told us it's an old-fashioned soup, where you throw everything in the pot and make soup out of it.

He said, giggling, slightly scrunching his nose. I smiled at the cute sight before me and nodded. His eyes wided.

- Oh! Excuse me for a second.

He quickly ran back to the fireplace and walked back to me with his own bowl. He sat down next to me, and we began to eat our supper. The taste was really good, nothing like I had expected.

- Mm! It's good! I mean really good!!

I said, happily. Bilbo chucked and sipped his own soup. After a short while, we finished our food.

- So if it was really good, you should tell it to Balin and Bombur, I'm sure they would be happy to hear it from you!

The hobbit said with a smile, and I looked down. Bilbo placed his hand on my shoulder and looked at me concerned.

- Ay! You will be fine! I'm sure they will like you!

He said, trying to cheer me up.

- I know they will.. but I'm not sure that Thorin likes me or even trusts me..

I said quietly, but Bilbo is now standing in front of me and pulling his hand out for me.

- Come on. I will be right behind you..

He said calmly, and I looked up at him. He had this adorable smile of his and eyes full of kindness. I gently took his hand, and he helped me get up. He was slowly leading me to the fireplace, still holding my hand. I blushed at his action.

When we sat down around the fire, like everyone else did, Bilbo pulled his hand away. All eyes were on me. I gulped and blushed. I took a deep breath.

- Balin.. Bombur.. this soup is extremely g- good!

I said while rubbing my arm, but the dwarves simply smiled.

- Why thank you, lass.

Balin said, chuckling. My worries swam away, and I returned the smile, looking up. From the corner of my eye, I saw Bilbo's relieved face and a smile creeping on it. The atmosphere wasn't so tense when I first got here. The company talked lively about their adventures and all that.

- So (Y/n)? Did you have any adventures in your world? And what are those?

A young dwarf asked me, it was Kíli. He pointed at my headphones, hanging on my neck.

- To be honest, I totally forgot about those.

I said, giggling.

- But no. We don't have any adventures back in my world. You just work to live. It's more like a sad life than actually something happy, I dunno...

I said, looking down sadly, but then I quickly looked up at them.

- But those are my headphones. They are made for playing music from my phone.

I said, and they all looked at me like I was insane. I smiled and took out my phone from my pocket. I turned it on, adjusted the screenlight, and checked my battery.

"Hmm.. still 88%, that's good.."

I thought and opened my music app. I quickly turned down the volume.

- Who wants to try? That's nothing scary and hurtful.

I asked, smiling, and saw Kíli looking at them really interested. I slowly got up and sat down in front of the dwarf. I gently put my headphones over his ears and looked at him.

- What type of songs do you like, Kíli?

I asked while clicking search on my phone. He thought for a second.

- Catchy and happy ones.

He said, smiling. I thought for a second and searched for "What makes you beautiful - One Direction" and played it. The song started playing, and Kíli was amazed.

- Aye! It's pretty good!

He said loudly. I laughed and left him to listen to the song. He started boucing to the song a bit and hum. We all laughed.

I repeated this thing with every other dwarf (except for Thorin, cause he said it's a waste of time), but when I sat close to each dwarf and put mine handphones on them, I felt a strong gaze on me. I played it off, because I thought everyone found me weird or insane.

Now it was time for Bilbo. He wanted to go last, I didn't know why. When I sat down in front of him, he blushed. And when I put on my headphones on him, he blushed even harder. He looked so cute, his face is so perfect. His lips in a soft smile, cheeks pink, and his slightly pointy ears that are now pinkish too. I adored him so much.

When I broke away from my thoughts, I asked what he would like me to play.

- Play what you mostly listen to..

He said, and his request shocked me. He was smiling sweetly, and I slowly put on my favourite calm/sad song. His eyes widened with shock and sadness. No one ever asked me to play one of my songs, and I don't feel good while showing them to people. But Bilbo was different. I knew he wouldn't judge.

- Well... that's a really interesting one.. It's like you know the feeling of this, and you can understand the song..

The hobbit said with a sweet smile. He was right. I felt the same when I played this song. Like I sat on my windowsill, just like earlier. Watching the cars drive by and everything covered in fog.

I smiled widely back at him, seeing that he could truly understand the power of this song. He gently took my headphones off and handed them back. I took them and turned them off to not waste the battery. I turned off my phone too.

We started talking again. Dwarves were really curious about my world, so I tried explaining everything to them as simple as I could. I felt cold air hitting my skin, and I shivered. I wrapped my arms around myself, but the next thing I felt was a heavy fabric on my shoulders. I looked up to and saw Bilbo putting his blanket on me. I smiled happily, and he sat next to me.

- Thank you, Bilbo. But won't you get cold?

I asked. He slightly shivered and shook his head. I rolled my eyes and pulled him closer to me, under his blanket. He blushed and sat still, not expecting that to happen. Then Thorin stood up.

- Now everyone, we have to rest, so Nori and Dwalin are taking night watches tonight.

He said, and we all nodded. Every dwarf got up and found their place to sleep. They took their things and put them down, pulling the blankets out. I looked around, embarrassed. I didn't have anything with me, except my phone, headphones and clothes that I was wearing.

Everyone lay down under their blankets and went to sleep (not Nori, of course, cause he took the first watch). I just sat there under Bilbo's blanket, while he walked away for a moment. I closed my eyes, feeling sleep overtaking me, but I heard soft talking.

I opened my eyes and saw Gandalf and Bilbo walking my way. My eyes were nearly closed, but I managed to keep them open.

Bilbo had a little backpack on his shoulder and a rolled blanket in his hand. They had smiles on their faces. I felt a soft hand on my shoulder.

- (Y/n)?

I heard the hobbit saying. My eyes flew open, and I quickly looked at him.

- Come on... I have a blanket for you and some useful things.

He said softly and helped me get up. We took a few steps away from the place I was sitting. He put the backpack on the ground and sat down. I follwed his actions and looked at him.

- Now.. lay down and try having a nice sleep. If you need anything, then I will be right beside you.

He said, smiling kindly and sweetly. I nodded, not having any power left in me. I lay down and covered myself with a blanket.

- Goodnight, Mr. Baggins...

I whispered and closed my eyes. I heard Bilbo chuckle.

- Goodnight...

He said quietly, and I fell asleep.

••

I woke up to some loud talking and sun hitting my face. The morning breeze was pretty cold. I covered my head with a blanket, shivering. I groaned and moved, so I was now laying on my side. I listened to what dwarves were saying, and of course Thorin was talking the loudest.

- We need to keep moving! We don't have much time! Wake this lass up!

He said, and I quickly jumped out of my cover.

- I'm awake!

I said loudly, and everyone looked at me. I blushed embarrassed and looked at them. I saw that there was no sight of Gandalf. They started packing their things, and I got out of my blanket. I quickly packed myself up in the backpack I got from Bilbo and put it on my back. Gandalf then joined us.

We walked for 2 hours, and we heard a sound coming out from the deeps of the forest. We all looked in the direction of the sound. Bilbo took a few steps before me, holding his sword and his hand before my chest. I blushed and smiled, but I was also slightly shaking with fear. Then, a wizard in a brown robe jumped out from the leaves on his rabbit harness. It was Radagast. I sighed with relief. Everyone put theirs weapons down. Gandalf stood before him, and they started talking.

The hobbit turned around to face me, his cheeks pinkish. I smiled widely, and he smiled back, so warmly and so kindly...

"I could melt, because of him. His smile is so pretty.."

I thought and gently ruffled his soft and pretty hair.

- Ay!

He shouted, and I giggled. He scrunched his nose and narrowed his eyebrow, but he didn't look super angry. He crossed his arms on his chest, and I bent down a bit with a smile.

- Aww.. Bilbo.. don't be angry at me... I'm thankful that you wanted to protect me..

I said, and he chuckled and let his hands fall down.

- Fineeee..

He groaned, and this time, I chuckled. I straighted and looked at two wizards. Radagast had a very scared look on his face, but Gandalf seemed to calm him down a bit.

- Company! We will have to fight, Radagast saw a few orcs not far away from here. I'm sure they are looking for us.

Gandalf said loud enough for everyone to hear. I gulped when we heard wargs' howl. Thorin took responsibility for the fight and told everyone what to do. He walked up to me and handed me a knife.

- Thanks..

I said quietly, and he nodded.

We walked a bit forward, but then we saw an arrow nearly shooting Dori's head. Kíli quickly took out his bow and shot back at the orc, killing him. We started running to get out of the orcs' sight, but they were too fast. Thorin stopped and punched a warg's legs with his axe. The creature fell on the ground, stopping with his face, and it made the orc that was riding it fall forward on the Bifur's spear. Gandalf and Radagast defented themselves with theirs sticks and magic. Dwarves were fighting orcs with their weapons.

I was slightly paralyzed, but when one of the orcs attacked me, I cut his throat and kicked him away from me. I was shocked at my own action, but smiled proudly to myself. I helped a few dwarves to get away from orcs grasps.

When I was helping Bofur out, I didn't see a warg behind me, and Bilbo jumped at me, pushing me away from the dangerous creature. We fell down hard on the ground. The hobbit was lying on top of me. I looked at his face, and he looked up at me concerned. I blushed, and so did he. He fastly got up and held his hand out for me. I took his hand, and he helped me get up. I nodded and looked up from him. I saw an orc behind Bofur that was going to attack the dwarf. I throw my knife at the orc's head. The dwarf looked at me and smiled warmly, but quickly went back to fighting.

I looked back at the hobbit, but he was no longer there. He was fighting side by side with Thorin now. I ran to the orc that I "shot" and grabbed my knife.

After a bit of fighting, we killed every orc we could.

- Let's get going! We have to move from this place so orcs don't attack us again!

Gandalf said and made his way to the front of the company. Radagast got on his rabbit harness and drove away to mislead remaining creatures. We fastly walked near the hills in the forest, searching for a good hiding, resting place. Then I saw a little cave covered with bushes.

- Here!

I said and pointed at a cave. Gandalf nodded, smiling. We all ran into the little ground curving, and sat down behind bushes. Everyone sat close to each other in a circle. A sweet hobbit was on my left, and Balin on my right. Bilbo was leaning on my side as I was on his. This brought comfort to us in this stressful situation. We heard a really quiet and muffled howl from far away. Kíli and Fíli sighed in relief.

- Mr. Baggins, as our bugler, you should check if there aren't any enemies nearby.

Thorin said, and Bilbo shivered, straightening. I put my hand on hobbit's shoulder in a comforting manner. He looked at me and smiled. The hobbit got up and climbed on a hill behind us.

And again, Gandalf started talking with Thorin about our journey.

••

The journey went on and on. I didn't plan to go back home. From time to time, Gandalf would come up to me and ask me if I don't want to go back to my world, but I always refused. Everyone was confused about it, but I was rather ignoring the subject or answering them that "my life there was boring". They seem to understand that.

Since the day I got in Middle-Earth, Bilbo has always been curious about my life. I thought that it was just normal for hobbits, but now I think it's something else. Like he actually wants to know me, like know why am I like this and how I am. His kindness is so amazing about him. He doesn't care how much others hurt him, he will still help them. That's what I adore about him the most. He is sweet and innocent, and his smile could warm up my days. He is actually perfect. He is all I could ask for. He is the reason why I haven't lost my mind yet. We had an amazing friendship, since I got in this world, so I thought that we had no secrets, but I didn't want to ruin it by telling him how I really felt.

We were sitting on our camping spot. Dwarves were dancing and singing around the fire while I sat with Bilbo on my side. Wide smiles creeping on our faces when we saw a happy scene before us. Fíli walked up to us and pulled his hand out for me. I took it with a grin. He pulled me closer to the fireplace, and we danced to their singing. I was laughing uncontrollably, and I saw a big grin on Fíli's face.

When the song finished, I was out of breath. I went back to Bilbo to sit down beside him.

- That was fun!

I said, giggling. He hummed and smiled at me politly. He scrunched his nose and looked into the distance. I looked at him, concerned.

- Did something happen, Bilbo?

I asked, putting my hand on his back. He shook his head and slightly blushed. I had a confused look on my face. He seemed to be lost in his thoughts.

I sat in front of him, so he finally looked at me. He seemed surprised, and his already pink cheeks changed colour to a darker one.

- I know something happened, Bilbo.. You know you can tell me everything, right?

He looked down and nodded.

- I just.. I..

He mumbled and sighed.

- I just- I really like you, (Y/n). Not in a friend way... I'm sure that it will ruin our friendship, and you probably don't feel the same-

I cut him off by grabbing his face in my hands and rubbing my thumb on his cheek.

- Who said I don't like you back?

I asked, and his eyes widened, his body stiffened. His ears turned red, and the colour started growing even on his neck. I giggled at the sweet hobbit and slowly leaned in. I gently kissed him. It took him a few seconds to kiss me back, but when he did, he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me onto his lap. I yelped in surprise, but ran my hands through his soft hair, and he sighed dreamily.

We heard loud clapping and whistling behind us, and we pulled apart. I looked around my shoulder and saw the company cheering.

- Gandalf won the bet again!

I heard Ori say and saw small purses being thrown to the wizard. Gandalf smiled widely and nodded his head to us. I rolled my eyes and looked back at Bilbo. His whole face was dark red again. I nuzzled my nose against his and pressed our foreheads together.

- Ignore them, sweetheart. They're just jealous..

I said and kissed my hobbit again. He quickly kissed back with a smile on his lips.

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Project Freak - Eddie Munson x Reader (Enemies to Lovers)

Warnings:  Angsty af...Some smut...probably more if I do a part two?? 18+ Only. (Do not interact if under 18)

Summary:  You’re partnered up with the person you’d never be caught dead with. But the more you work alongside Eddie, the tension continues to build amongst eachother.

A/N: My first Eddie fic! I’m anxious af but if it doesn’t flop maybe I’ll do a part two?? Also I found the .gif on Pinterest so if anyone knows who made it DM me so I can give credit!

You tapped your pen against your desk and tried to ignore the teacher’s request. You pretended you didn’t hear it and like nothing had changed. You acted as if you weren’t just told you had a huge project due in two weeks and the teacher was assigning the partners. You didn’t just suck in a breath when the teacher told you were going to be partnered with Eddie Munson. The one guy who you couldn’t stand. 

And you knew Eddie wasn’t your biggest fan either. He always teased you in your cheerleader uniform when you walked by, you were pretty sure he started a rumor last summer about you when you and your father moved out of the trailer park and into a house, and the few times you did speak to him he gave you the dirtiest looks. It was safe to say the feeling was certainly mutual without any genuine reasoning. And now you were forced to work together.

Jason gave you an apologetic look as the bell rang and you bolted out of your seat and headed towards your locker. But Eddie quickly caught up when you were half way down the hall and tapped your shoulder to get your attention, “Pardon me, princess. A word?” he asked you sarcastically as he leaned up against your locker while you continued to ignore him, “Yeah, okay. You’re not fucking up my grade in this class so you tell me how you want to go about this,” his eyes went to your legs in the cheer skirt and then he quickly reminded himself who he was speaking to.

“That’s cute. This is like what? 14th grade for you?” You snapped at him while you exchanged your books out in your locker. You didn’t even know why you were wasting your breath on him, “How about we just divide the work up and hand it in in two weeks?” you noticed the way Eddie’s brown eyes were on you when you gave him a glare.

“No can do, princess. We have to present in front of the class. It’s half our grade and I’m not getting up there unprepared when you and I both know I’m gonna get the blame for it,” you knew Eddie was right about that. As much as you didn’t care for him, you did always feel bad how people judged and looked at him. Getting the short stick was never easy.

You let out a sigh, “Fine. Let’s meet up after school and get this over with,” you countered with a sharpness to your voice. You just really wanted this conversation to end so you could go about your day and forget you were partnered with him, “Or do you have some clients to tend to?” you sneered as if Jason didn’t buy pot for you from Eddie.

“As long as you don’t have to go cheer for guys throwing balls in laundry baskets, I’m all yours, sweetheart,” Eddie wasn’t afraid to speak back to you. Eddie could care less about your popularity. “Meet at my place at 4. I’d give you directions but I think you know it pretty well?” He knew how you wouldn’t tell a soul you ever lived in a trailer. A part of Eddie wanted to leak that information to Jason and his buddies but he had no energy to do that. So he let you keep your secret between the both of you.

You flipped him off and turned your back to him, “Get away from me, fucking freak,” you shouted loud enough for people walking by could hear as you walked away. Eddie was a prick in your mind and the last person you wanted to be spending your free time with, “Go to hell, Munson…” you mumbled under your breath as you continued your dread for this project.

Eddie watched from the distance as you walked up to the trailer and knocked on the front door. He took his sweet ass time getting up and made his way over to you spitefully. Opening the door with a grin on his face as he welcomed you with a sarcastic cheer, “Welcome home,” he teased as he extended his arm to invite you inside, “Wow, all dressed up for me?” he nodded to your uniform with a playful wink.

He couldn’t stand most of the cheerleaders but what he couldn’t stand most was how he never pegged you for one of them. You had lived in this trailer park for years and even though you barely spoke to Eddie, he didn’t think you were one of them. You would at least smile at him from time to time when you crossed paths or would drop off a casserole you had made for Eddie’s uncle Wayne when you knew he worked late. There was a side of you Eddie once saw he thought was gentle and kind.

And then your dad bought a house in a cul-de-sac and just like that, everything changed. Suddenly, you made the pep squad and were dating all the most popular guys in Hawkins. The trailer park and Eddie never existed in your eyes. You didn’t even think twice when you began rolling your eyes at Eddie in the hallway for no apparent reason. So he did the same in return. 

You pushed past Eddie with a scoff, “Let’s get this over with,” you sighed as you brought your books into the living room. You took a seat on the couch and began to open one up when you noticed Eddie was staring at you, “What is it, freak?” you asked him with a raised eyebrow.

“What’s your fucking problem with me, Y/N? Or am I just a reminder of your former life that may have been better so you project that onto me?” Eddie actually paid attention this year in psychology and he was glad he did because he saw the look on your face when he called you out for it. He was right. He knew it.

“Can we just get to work, please?” you dismissed the question as you turned the page in your book. You weren’t going to let Eddie The Freak Munson speak to you like you were a child. Even if you knew you were acting a bit ridiculous. “You don’t know me or anything about me,” you added with another aggressive page flip.

Eddie looked down at you and licked his lips and reached down for you on the couch. The next thing you knew, you were sitting on Eddie’s lap and straddling his legs and his eyes met yours, “I know you’re a fucking brat who puts way too much energy into hating me,” Eddie’s breath was on yours and your eyes went to his lips for a moment, “Why do you hate me so much, sweetheart…?” his voice was like a raspy whisper that made you tense from the inside.

“Shut up,” you told Eddie as you tried to pull away but you didn’t. You didn’t want to. There was something about the way Eddie was looking at you and how his hands were on your waist that you suddenly found yourself craving. But you were never going to be honest about that, “Why do you hate me?” you retaliated.

Eddie laughed bitterly while his hand traveled to your ass, “Because you’re a holier-than-thou, selfish brat who thinks she’s better than me,” he answered as he squeezed your ass. He smirked when he heard you whimper slightly so he did it again.

“And you’re a fucking freak and a self-righteous prick,” you seethed through your teeth when you looked at him. “Who also thinks he’s better than me,” you added smugly. It took two to play this game and you weren’t going to let Eddie speak to you like that.

“Well, well…aren’t we quite the pair then,” Eddie answered in a snarky tone with a dry laugh. He felt his cock harden up against your leg and neither one of you could ignore it even if you wanted to.

The next thing you knew, your lips crashed against Eddie’s and you were grinding your hips into him. Moaning into a kiss while Eddie’s fingers roamed through your hair. As the kiss grew deeper, so did your neediness for Eddie and your tongue found his with ease as you massaged them together with passion.

How the hell were you making out with Eddie Munson? And why were you liking it? The way Eddie’s hands traveled towards your inner thigh made your core start to ache while you sucked a harsh bruise against his neck. Your hips moved into Eddie’s where you felt his hardened cock and you could tell how big he was which only turned you on more. You haven't felt this way with any other guy. Not Jason. Not Billy. This was…different.

It was better.

“Is it pissing you off I’m making you wet, princess?” Eddie teased as he snaked his fingers into your pants. He could feel the dampness as his fingers brushed against your underwear which made his cock twitch for you, “Knowing I’m clearly the one you want right now?” his lips brushed against yours while he found your clit through the fabric of your underwear.

“Shut the fuck up, Eddie and make me cum…” you didn’t want to play his games. But you did want Eddie. You wanted him to help you reach that high and get you to where you needed. There was something about his touch that you wanted. “Please…” that was as nice as you were going to get and Eddie knew that.

Slipping his fingers inside, Eddie circled your clit tantalizingly slowly but the way you moaned told Eddie more than he needed. Smirking against your lips, he removed his hand from your pants and pecked your lips, “Well…look at the time. You better get going,” he carefully took you off his lip as he adjusted himself with a grin, “Maybe next time, be a bit nicer,” he teased.

“I…what? I said fucking please!” you rolled your eyes at him. You weren’t going to let him know how annoyed you were even though it was written all over your face how horny he had made you. He had just driven you up a wall and now…he was punishing you? “You’re serious?” you took a deep breath as you stood up from the couch.

“Scouts honor, sweetheart,” Eddie threw up his hand like he was taking an oath. He shrugged his shoulders and gave you a look, “But I’m really glad to know I can make you that wet. Guess you have a thing for freaks,” Eddie added before you slammed the door in his face, now pissed off, horny, and craving that release that you both knew only Eddie could get rid of for you.

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Harley D. Dixon 3

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Author's Note. This fanfic now has a Pinterest Board and a playlist! The vibes of this fic were just begging for them.

I get dumped on the cooking table, back at main camp.

"Somebody run down to the RV! Med-kit's in there!"

This table is for buttering toast and chopping veggies, but now, it's for me, and it's not a cooking table, it's a hospital bed.

"What in the world is going on?" Dale's hurrying over, shaking his head.

My Daddy yells, "Gimme that fuckin' rag! Now! C'mon!" 

"Where's the disinfectant?"

"A little help, over here! Hurry!"

I feel like someone's put me in a box and they're shaking it as hard as they can, tryna scramble my brains. I'm crying. Everyone's shouting at each other. Nobody in camp has ever been dying from a dead person's scratch, before, so the shouting just goes in circles and circles and circles, 'cause even though they're all adults, they don't know what to do. Nobody's taught them. I'm scared. They're scared. Everyone — Rick, and Daddy, and Shane, and everyone else — all one camp, now. All scared, together.

"Rick's woman!" My Daddy calls out. "Gimme your hands! Right fuckin' now! Somebody get me a flashlight!"

Lori comes running over, 'cause everyone's running everywhere tonight, and she's whiter than paper, and she's saying that she's so, so sorry, but nobody wants to hear that right now, not yet. Not 'til they've done everything they can. Not 'til they know. My Dad and Rick grab at her hands, and they hold her fingers up to the light, and all three of them argue over whether or not the black gunk they see underneath her nails is my blood or not. Rick thinks it's dirt, and Lori can't be sure, but my Dad bullies them into changing their minds, 'cause if it's not my blood, then that means I got no chance at all, and a kid in this camp is gonna die, and it's gonna be his. 

Glenn skids into view, waving a med-kit around. "Med-kit! I got it! Who needs it?"

"Over here!" Jacqui sticks her hand in the air, and she catches the little med-kit mid-air like a football.

Then Jacqui and Miranda and Glenn are all poking me and pouring acid on my arm and fumbling through all the different types of bandages in the med-kit. They keep dropping the sachets everywhere and cussing at each other, while the others argue, pace, and clutch their heads. I can't keep track of anything. Where'd my Daddy go? I think I say it out loud, to Glenn. I think he's too stressed to answer proper, so he doesn't answer at all. Over his shoulder, the crowd all blends together 'cause it's just a bunch of bodies and heads and eyes, all watching us, but then, there he is. My Daddy, he's here again, and he's still shouting, and breathing all hard, like a big, angry bull, pushing past people. He's got yellow cables in his hands, now. He reaches the table and loops them under my armpit, once, twice, three times, and then he knots them like a shoelace. He knots them real, real tight. They're so tight that I'm crying all over again, and he's sorry, baby, but he can't do it loose.

He tells me that we gotta do this so the germs don't spread to the rest of my body, 'cause that's where all my most important parts are, like my heart and my lungs, and he wants to keep them safe. He says people do this when they get snake bites. It's what an old-world doctor would have said, but old-world is all they got. 

"Daddy, it hurts," I'm being loud, which is dangerous, and dangerous is stupid, but nobody tells me to stop. Not even my Dad, and it's his rule.

"I know it hurts, baby. I'm sorry. Be my brave girl, okay?"

"Oh, God." Someone puffs, sick.

The cables are done, and then... Well, that's it.

After the acid and the bandages and the cables, the chaos hits a wall, and there's nothin' else anybody can do for me.

I sit there, dying, on the cooking table.

Dale must be thinking 'bout his dead niece. Shane must be thinking about our trip to the lake, today. The Grimes family are holding onto Carl. Morales' family is holding onto Eliza and Louis. Carol holds Sophia. They all look like photos that belong on a fireplace mantle, in a nice house, and I'm jealous, but only for a second. I think Rick and Lori and Morales and Miranda and Carol are all very scared for my Dad, like they're all friends, even though they ain't know a thing about him. When people are parents, no matter where they're from, or what they look like, or how they talk, they all have the one, same worst nightmare, and that nightmare is happening, tonight, for my Daddy.

He's hiding his face in my hair, 'cause Dixons don't like people seein' them cry.

"Come on," Jacqui murmurs.

I get to sleep in the RV, tonight. It's because I'm dying, and dying people get special things.

But I don't wanna get special things. I just wanna be alive again.

My Daddy used to be a mechanic, like Jim. Our mornings always went like this.

Being a mechanic means you gotta get up real early, so that's what Daddy did. His boss was a hard-ass, and he needed Daddy at the shop at seven in the morning, on the dot, every day. Otherwise, he'd fire him, and Daddy would have to go back to working three jobs again.

My Daddy would roll out of bed, dressed in his green-plaid pyjama pants and lamb-skull tank top, which was almost always covered in crumbs, and if I didn't spend the night in his bed, he would come creeping to my door and knock on it to wake me up. Then, slowly, the smell of mini sausages would stink up the house. I'd hear him messin' with the fold-out laundry rack, and cussin' to himself when it fell apart. I'd hear him switch the TV on, and then I'd hear the newsman talkin' nonsense. I always got up just in time to eat. My Daddy said I eat as much as a teenage boy, 'cause he likes sayin' things that make me angry. He said he can tell because he used to be one.

Then, he'd pull on a hoodie, grab Tank from our overgrown yard, and we'd all go for a walk around the trailer park in our pyjamas.

The sky was always white-ish, like water mixed with milk, and there was never anybody around. That means whenever Tank shat on Miss Burdette's lawn, Daddy didn't have to pick it up, and we got to watch the sprinklers come on. Sometimes, I'd ride beside him on my bike. He'd tell me how good I was gettin' at riding without my training wheels, and then he'd dare me to do a trick, like peddling without holding the handles. If I ever fell, he'd tell me I was an idiot for listenin' to him in the first place. Then, we'd reach our porch again, and the morning was over.

I miss our mornings. I think Dad does, too. This morning is very different to our old ones. The sky is still white, and my Daddy's still here, but we're in the back of Dale's RV, and there's no Tank or sausages or bike rides, anymore, and I might be dying.

I don't think my Dad slept at all, last night.

Every time I woke up, he stopped staring at the wall and hurried to palm my forehead. He asked if I needed the bathroom, and if I felt hot, or dizzy, or faint, or even just a little bit sick. I shook my head every time. I asked him to take the cables off, but he never did. Then, I fell asleep again, and we repeated it all twenty minutes later, on a loop. I ain't stupid. I know he's waitin' to see if I start gettin' sick. He's waitin' for my skin to start goin' hot, for my cheeks to go red, and for my fingers and toes to go numb. So far, the only thing wrong with me is that I keep throwing up in the RV toilet.

When I wake up again for the tenth time since last night, tucked into his side, it's morning time, and Dad's still staring at the wall.

He feels me moving and sits upright to palm my forehead. "You need to go, chicken?"

Halfway through the night, that question started including the need to vomit up the clear stuff in my stomach, as well as peein'.

I shake my head.

"You feel faint?" He asks, feeling my neck, now. "Dizzy? Like you're gon' pass out, or sum'?"

I shake my head again. "Dad, what's gonna happen to Amy?"

Amy died last night. She got a big, nasty bite on her hand, and nobody even noticed until after they were done fussin' over me. I haven't seen her, but I know she's just outside the RV window, going cold in the dirt. Poor Amy. She was nice, but even nice people die, sometimes. She used to let me borrow her hair lackeys. I'm wearing one of them right now. I slide it off my ponytail and chuck it on the floor. She's dead, but the dead people germs haven't reached her brain yet. I know, 'cause I ain't heard a gunshot, yet.

That's what you do with sick people. You shoot them. I wonder if my Daddy's gonna have to shoot me.

"Don't worry 'bout Amy." Daddy grumbles. He grabs my purple water bottle and hands it to me. "Three big sips," He orders.

I do what he says, and then I pick at the cartoon sticker on the side. "Amy. Sophia's Dad, too."

Lots of people died last night; people I didn't even know. I wish I did, so I could miss them. Everybody deserves to be missed when they die.

"Don't worry 'bout him, neither." Dad complains. "I'd kill him, if I could. 'Sides. It ain't your job to worry, chicken. That's my job."

"But Sophia," I mumble. "She got no Dad, now."

I'm already sad, but if I had no Dad, I would be very, very, very sad.

"Harley, baby. We ain't talkin' about this."

He takes the water bottle offa me, and then he picks the lackey up off the floor, and starts re-doin' my hair.

I don't really wanna talk about it, neither, so I say nothin'.

I think about Uncle Merle. Yesterday, they found his hand on a roof in the city. The rest of him weren't attached to it. I start feeling guilty all over again, 'cause when I first heard this story, I ain't even feel bad. I just felt like I got told that five plus five equals ten, and, well, I already knew that.

"And yer arm?" Dad asks, his fingers scraping through my hair to gather it all. "How's that feelin'?"

I shrug to get a better look, and prod the big, plastic square of bandage taped there.

"Stings a little."

"Well, you tell me if that changes." He mutters. "It gets worse, you tell me. It gets better, you tell me. It turns rainbow, you tell me."

What? Me? Rainbow? That's silly! Only rainbows and unicorns can be rainbow.

"It ain't gonna go rainbow!" I burst out in giggles.

His fingers stop moving. He's silent behind me.

But then I hear him chuckle, just a little, like he's decided it's okay to be happy. "Yeah. That's an order, Harley Dixon."

I tip my head all the way back, and I can see his upside-down face smirkin' at me, with that lil' mole by his mouth, and I giggle even more.

He nudges me upright. "Quit bein' silly, girl. I'm tryna do sum' here."

He twists all my hair into a knot at the bottom of my neck. I giggle even harder, 'cause it's ugly as Hell.

The door to the RV opens. Dale pokes his head in, and he looks like he's happy to see me and my Dad smiling. 

"I hate to interrupt," Dale says, "But we're about to have an important conversation, and I thought you might want to be there to hear it, Daryl."

My Dad's face is all sour again. He pinches my cheek, and sighs, and then he forces himself to his feet and he leaves.

They plod down the steps. The door shuts. I'm alone.

Suddenly, I can't remember why I was giggling at all.

I pull the hair lackey out and chuck it on the floor.

A few minutes later, I hear a loud, loud bang, and then Andrea crying.

I'm stacking dominoes in the RV dining booth, while I eavesdrop on the adults outside.

"I heard they started cookin' somethin' up at the CDC when things went sideways." Shane says. "It could be a good option for us."

"I heard the same thing." Dale agrees. "On the radio, they were talking about a cure. An honest-to-God cure."

"You really think we'd all still be stuck in this shit-hole camp if this 'cure' really existed?" Scoffs Jim.

"It could save Harley's life." Rick scolds, harsh, like the bark of a dog. I can imagine him frowning. "That's all we gotta know, here."

They're tryna figure out whether or not we should leave the quarry. They say that here, we got clean water, and fish, and we got tall trees that cover the smoke from our campfires, and we got stability and routine, which is good for something called morale. They also say they've got a dying kid, and a duty to do everything they can to help, and they're not just gonna stand around and watch — They're gonna do something.

"This could all be for nothing. We're not even sure she's infected." Argues Jim. "It's fifty-fifty."

"And we'll pray to God she isn't," Agrees Rick, but with a catch. "But for her own safety, we're gonna act under the assumption that she is."

"Hey, man. All I'm thinking about is how much gas this thing's gotta cost us." Jim sounds like he means something else, but he's not saying it.

"Really, man?" T-Dog tsks.

My Daddy pipes up for the first time, and I can hear him smack the hood of a car. "It's gonna cost you yer life, if you ain't careful."

Rick puts on his police-man voice. "Hey. Nobody's saying the gas isn't worth it. We just need to be smart. That's all."

"Well, if that's the case, then you best see this guy out," Dad sasses, "'Cause he's stupid as a bag'a bricks."

"Seriously?" Jim laughs. "I got a hill-billy calling me stupid?"

I think my Dad swings at Jim's head, then, 'cause I can hear lots of hey, hey, hey and boots crunching on pebbles. I scootch over to the curtains and sweep 'em aside, 'cause I can't stand not lookin', anymore, and I wanna see Jim get punched. All the men of the camp are huddled around a map that's been flattened across the front of Shane's Jeep, and I see T-Dog and Glenn yanking my Dad away by his shirt, 'cause I was right, he took a swing at Jimmy's head. Rick's got himself between the two of 'em, with his hands on their chests.

They've settled down, now.

"Jim," Rick warns. "I think it's best if you just sit this one out, if you're not gonna have Harley's best interests in mind."

Jim spits on the ground. "I think it's best if I do."

I watch, and the group watches, as Jim walks himself back into the heart of camp.

"You wanna talk more 'bout my daughter, you sum'bitch," Dad yells after him, "You can talk into the barrel a'my gun!"

Jim disappears into a tent.

Rick rubs his forehead, 'cause his brain must be sore on the other side. They're all prolly thinkin', God, what an asshole.

They get back to business. They talk gas, and mileage, and they use three different pens and five different pencils, and they trace about a million different squiggly lines all over the map. They poke it and hum over it and turn it left and right, and they cover it in circles and crosses, and at one point, T-Dog comes back with five more, littler maps, and they study those ones, too. They have my best interests in mind. After a while, they seem to come to a decision. A good, solid decision. Rick gives a confident nod.

"All in favor of the CDC?"

Every last one of them raises their hand.

"Let do this thing, then."

We're goin' to the CDC. It's a real important building in the city that might save my life.

After Shane shares the news, everyone starts gettin' busy.

My Dad's taking down our tent, and folding down our chairs, and kicking dirt in our campfire. He's real ready to leave.

Glenn, he's real sad, 'cause his new car is getting torn to shreds for parts and gas that we're gonna need. He's a good sport about it, though, 'cause he's Glenn, and he's a good sport about everything. Rick's helping tie ropes around all the food and slotting it all into the RV's storage, and he doesn't complain one bit, 'cause Rick doesn't complain 'bout nothing, ever, 'cause he's a goody-two-shoes. Shane's handing out walkie-talkies and coachin' people on what channels to use, and how to use 'em. Andrea's sayin' goodbye to her sister's body.

The camp is slowly shrinking in on itself, into bags and trunks and pockets. We're really leaving. I wish we weren't. I wish I didn't have to go and get scratched. I wish we could stay here forever, and eat fish feasts, and build a tyre swing, and catch frogs in the lake.

Carol and Sophia come visit me and my Dad, while he's half-way done scrunching up our sleeping bags on the ground.

He catches wind of them before they're even close. "Hell you want?"

"Shane told me to pass this onto you," Carol shrugs, holding up a walkie-talkie as they come down the hill. "And Sophia would like to talk to Harley."

Dad stops messin' with the sleeping bag. He squints at the pair of 'em. "That right?"

"Mm-hmm," Carol hums. "If that's alright with her, of course."

Dad sends me a look that asks, Do you want me to shoo them away?

I'm not friends with Sophia, 'cause you can't be friends with someone you've never talked to. But I know she wears headbands that make her ears poke out, like a little mouse, and her favorite subject at school was spelling. We held a fake spelling bee 'bout a week ago and she won by, like, a million points, and she got a candy bar. I was never that good at words or numbers. My favorite subject was sport. But I got a candy bar, too, anyway.

I squirm a little on the picnic blanket I'm sitting on. I set down my crayon. "Okay," I say.

My Daddy goes back to working on the sleeping bag, and Carol talks to him 'bout the walkie. Sophia sits across from me.

Her Mom said she's got somethin' to say to me, but she's not sayin' a whole lot of anything.

Then, she mutters, "I'm sorry you might be dying."

Oh. I'm not sure what to say.

"My Mom told me you got scratched." Sophia's twirling her grubby shoelaces. "And that you might die. And that it was my Dad. I'm sorry."

I've gotten stares, and frowns, and tears, and I even got a pat on the shoulder from Glenn, but I haven't gotten any sorries. Not to my face.

"Don't be sorry," I say, 'cause sorry is only for when somethin's your fault. "I might not even be infected. It's fifty-fifty."

Last night, I was gettin' nightmares about Sophia's Dad. I saw his rolling, wet eyes and his nails — the ones that are the reason I'm half-dead — digging through my insides and throwing them over his shoulder, like he lost somethin' at the bottom of my organs and he was tryin' really hard to rip it out, snuffling like a warthog. I was sweatin' and screamin' and cryin' and my Daddy had to lay me on my stomach and lift my shirt up, and pet circles into my skin to get me to calm down.

It was real scary, but not Sophia's fault.

"Well, I'm— I'm still sorry." Sophia tells me, anyway.

She's eyein' the cable-knot on my shoulder. At least I'm fifty-fifty. Half-dead, half-alive. Sohpia's Dad, he's dead and gone, forever.

"I'm sorry 'bout your Dad," I try to smile.

Now, Sophia's not sure what to say.

"Don't be sorry." She decides on. "I don't think I miss him."

"You don't?" Aren't all Dads supposed to be missed? I'd miss mine. Real, real bad, every day. "Why not?"

"He was mean. He hit me."

Oh, that's nothin'. "My Daddy hits me, too."

Her eyebrows go shootin' up. "Really?"

"Yeah."

Sophia's Mom calls her name, with her hand held out, and she says they're heading back to camp, now, so say goodbye, and hurry along. Sophia glances at me, and she mutters another sorry. Then she scampers away, and she reminds me of a little mouse, again. My Dad's finished with the sleeping bags, now. He throws them in the bed of the truck and then all that's left is the blanket I'm sittin' on. He tugs on the corner and says, c'mon, girl, get. I pick up all my crayons. He folds the blanket like a giant piece of paper, and then he pins it under his arm.

"You ready to leave, chicken?" He holds out his hand, like Sohpia's Mom did.

I take one last look at the trees, and the campfire, and the spot my Uncle Merle's tent used to be. I say, goodbye, to the quarry in my head.

Then I grab my Dad's hand, and we walk away. 

Author's Note. It might not seem like it, because there's only 3-5 scenes in every chapter I write, but I spend so long on them 😭 This one, overall, took roughly eight hours, plus editing. I almost don't believe it.

I hope you enjoyed sassy Daryl handing Jim's ass to him, ahah. He used to be such a menace in the early seasons.

This chapter didn't go out with a bang, which I prefer over milder endings like this one, but that's what the story called for! I don't choose. I just write. In the wise words of Michelangelo, "The sculpture is already in the stone. All I have to do is chisel it out." Haha.

Also, sorry Amy. She just couldn't escape her canon death.

As always, thank you so, so much for reading and commenting. I hope you take a look at the playlist, but the Pinterest board especially. I really think I managed to find the perfect pictures to represent this fanfic, which makes me so excited. I hope you look forward to the next chapter! :)

[whosthere54]

Okay! First song off my prison duo playlist!

Like I said yesterday- this is gonna explain how I’m doin this because for funsies idk.

I’ll shuffle the playlist every day to get a song, I’ll then go over here say day whatever is this prison duo coded song and then go through any thoughts I had, what made me choose the song- etc. if I want to do a line by line I can- if I’m feeling it I will because I love them. I will also include a image chosen from my prison duo Pinterest board with it cause I can. Any questions? No- okay!

Day 1 - Things that make it warm by Cavetown.

God I love this song- I used to listen to Cavetown so much I knew all the words to practically every song when they played. I’m not even kidding.

On to the actual thoughts- I feel this song is good soft prison duo content! Just a you are home to me and I feel safe with you type deal. “I’m tired and don’t want to deal with the world right now, so I go to you- can we cuddle or smth idk”

So I just feel like I could split this between them- the “My feathers seem to have taken the brunt of the storm, they are feeling pretty warm” part obviously would be Icarus, and then I’ll just say the other part of “collecting clumps of sticks and leaves has left me pretty tired, can I rest with you a while?” Is Centross.

Maybe I could also choose to make this sad, and have it as Icarus thinking about their time with him but I’m choosing peace today! And I want the soft prison duo content. So this is all you get, I’ll save the angst for later songs/lh

Now the image from my Pinterest board to match the theme is also soft, cause I’m feeling it today <3

This reminded me of the canon fic sherbert posted, and I care so much. Me when they. Arararah.

Anyways- that’s all. I think this is silly. Go drink some water- eat some food if you haven’t- if you have to take meds take them! You are loved!! <3

[v1oi3t]

Orange candles as candle spells

*orange as in fruit

Before I say anything further few heads-up for your own and my mind: I SAW this idea(putting wax in an orange) on Pinterest sadly I didn't save the pin so I can't give credit when I find it I'll give credit where is due. NEXT idk if this is safe i just thought its cute.. ALSO uhh I'm still a beginner so pls correct me in whatever thanks

Now with the ingredients I used this is more of happiness/ calming and also bc of my attention now happiness is different for everyone for me I also relate it to self-love that's why I also put rose quartz with intention of self-love and happiness but all other ingredients are good for good luck and happiness.

Ingredients:

Orange peel ( preferably kept in shape and cut in half)

Edit: now when I think more,maybe if you wish to not use them in spam of few days try drying the peels maybe I'm not so sure yet

I used white candle wax but you can use other colors ( it all depends on your intentions)

Amethyst chips

Rose quartz chips

Cinnamon in powder

Preparations:

Cleanse everything I personally used cinnamon insesnce sticks because that's all I have. Used my oil burner and lit a tea candle, then i put my orange peel and added pieces of wax into it as it melted. When I was satisfied I put one whole tea candle with its wick. While in liquid form I added amethyst, rose quartz and cinnamon with their each intentions ( example: amethyst helps me with anxiety so I feel at ease, like a sentence that I say in my head while working with that object). Also idk when I do candle spells since they take a bit I play music in the background that I think it suits my intentions or it grounds me.

They aren't the prettiest but they sure make me feel happy and calm even when not lit. :'D

** when I find out if they are safe I will update if not to wish to wait then do it at your own risk bc let's be honest why listen to a slightly delusional teenage girl 😍😍 all tho mother said I should just be around then when they are lit but still we need to be safe as much as possible, like not letting a candle burn our home down haha

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The Key to Pain-Free Dentistry: Dental Needle Holders for Novocaine Shots

If you've ever dreaded a visit to the dentist, you're not alone. The thought of needles and novocaine shots can make even the bravest souls cringe. But what if we told you there's a way to make those shots virtually painless? Enter dental needle holders, the unsung heroes of pain-free dentistry.

Understanding the Importance of Dental Needle Holders

Dental needle holders are a crucial tool in any dentist's arsenal. They are designed to securely hold and stabilize the needle during the injection process. This not only ensures precision but also minimizes discomfort for the patient. Here's why they matter:

1. Precision and Accuracy

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2. Minimized Discomfort

Thanks to dental needle holders, dentists can make the injection process as smooth as possible. By firmly gripping the needle, they can minimize any unnecessary movement, reducing discomfort and the likelihood of hitting sensitive areas.

3. Enhanced Safety

Safety should always be a priority in dental procedures. Dental needle holders help maintain a sterile environment by preventing accidental needle sticks. This ensures both the patient and the dentist remain safe throughout the procedure.

The Novocaine Experience: From Fear to Relief

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1. Fear Eliminated

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The ultimate goal of novocaine shots is to eliminate pain during dental procedures. Dental needle holders contribute to this by ensuring the novocaine is delivered precisely where it's needed. Less pain means a more comfortable experience overall.

Making the Choice for Your Dental Health

In conclusion, dental needle holders are not just another tool in the dentist's toolkit; they are the key to pain-free dentistry. If you've been avoiding dental visits due to fear or discomfort, it's time to reconsider. These small yet mighty devices can transform your dental experience, making it virtually painless.

So, the next time you find yourself in the dentist's chair, remember the unsung hero—the dental needle holder. It's the difference between a stressful visit and a pain-free, comfortable dental experience.

Invest in your oral health and say goodbye to dental anxiety. Your smile will thank you.

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I really wish life for me got more interesting, and that it was so much easier to express myself and figure out new places to go although I know exactly what I like for everything there is never any access or resources for them all. I also finally broke up with a large portion of my toxic friends, because they've been treating me and 2 of my 3 closest friends like shit for years and haven't changed (now they treat us like we're wrong, and that we're bullying them like?? We were calling them out for their repeated bullshit! And to this one girl... why are you so fcking mad at me, you were barely involved at all, you were talking to me yesterday and now you don't even wanna sit next to me even though you were barely involved and only got mad at me SPECIFICALLY cause I've made critiscism and jokes about racist behaviour and slurs from your boyfriend... like it wasn't even about you it was about that one other bitch mostly, why do you act so personally attacked that I call out your boyfriend for saying the n word with the hard r and more multiple times...)

I don't even care about them anymore though it hurts that they treat me terribly instead of just ignoring me like they used to, now they actively hate me. It wouldn't have even happened if I didn't keep creating chats called "tiny fish balls" because I thought it was funny, and their dumbasses don't even know what audit logs are EVEN THOUGH the worst offender (who I've mentioned in other posts) runs the server, like how are you gonna run a server and not know what audit logs are?

Anyways, at least it shows who would actually stick beside me, and at least I'm rebuilding relationships with people I haven't seen a while due to the fresh start of a new year. I've got tumblr, pinterest, spotify, gong cha, tights, stars, photography, leather, nature (forests, hills, fields, trees, the country) survival horror, chris redfield, silent hill, pink + black, norman reedus, saw franchise, cats, beanie babies (the original ones, like my bear martin, not the weird beanie boos), pink, purple, red, blue, black, film (wings of desire, bones and all, martin, the cook the thief his wife and her lover), men, dark wave music (and music in general), poetry, narratives, night time, rural areas, and many many many more things. They keep me safe and content.

[messers-moony]

Devotion: Chapter Twenty-Three | F.H

Paring: Five Hargreeves X Fem!Reader (Series)

Summary: In which the Hargreeves siblings come together to stop the end of the world.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the Umbrella Academy. All rights go to the creators of the show, the comics and everyone in between. Gifs used in these chapters are NOT mine and are/were found on Pinterest.

Warnings: Cursing, Sex, Nudity, Violence, Gore, Alcohol, Drugs, Smoking, Intense Scenes, and Abuse (if I missed any let me know)

—Skeletons in the Closet

❝I’m sorry in advance.❞

Lila smirked. Y/n leaned her left side against the wall. Diego stared wide-eyed. Lila picked at her nails, “Hello, lover.”

“Holy shit.” Diego cursed, “You really came back.”

“You miss me already? That's too bad. I'm not here to stick around. I'm just doing a quick little drop-off.”

Y/n tilted her head, “Of what?”

She watched Lila move from the wall. Behind her was a kid. He looked younger than Y/n. He had a round face and pale skin. His hair was black and buzzed short. He wore a black shirt, jacket, and blue denim jeans. He looked bored, “Our son.”

“Diego, Y/n, meet Stan.”

Lila pushed Stan’s shoulder, “Say hello, Stanley!”

“Hello, Stanley.”

“Wait. What?” Diego shook his head as Lila grabbed the briefcase. 

Y/n watched her walk toward the elevator, “Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, this is-“

She stared at the kid while Diego talked. Stan looked her up and down. He had a subtle smirk playing on his lips. Y/n pushed herself off the wall and tilted her head. He fidgeted with his fingers, “So, who are you?”

“I’m Y/n,” She replied, “Diego’s sister.”

“I guess that makes you my aunt?”

Y/n shrugged, “I suppose.”

She stared at him. Y/n saw him begin to get uncomfortable, “You don’t like Diego at all.”

He shrugged. Y/n turned back to Lila and Diego standing in front of the elevator, “I've had Stan for 12 years.”

Lila grabbed Diego’s chin, “It's time for you to do your part. Have fun bonding.”

She walked into the elevator, “Be good for Mommy.”

The doors closed with a subtle creak. Y/n walked to Diego’s side. He stared at Stan incredulously, “So, do you got any food?”

“I’m gonna let you talk,” Y/n said, “I’ll be back with Five.”

Her socks glided on the carpet. It was soft beneath her feet. She still felt uncomfortable in the warm hallways. It took two rights, and a left back into the lobby. Y/n sighed when she saw Luther, Klaus, and Five still at the table. Klaus smiled at her from across the room, and she plopped back into her chair. She grabbed her container and continued to eat. Y/n grabbed Diego’s beer and took a sip. 

“The point is, we did it.” Five said, “We saved the world. We stopped the apocalypse. And made it home safe in time for dinner.”

He dug into his container, “So whatever Dad changed, whatever timeline we're in now, we can handle it.”

Five picked up his margarita, “We won.”

“We won.” Luther nodded.

“Yeah.”

Luther brought his beer to the center of the table. Y/n picked up Diego’s, and the glass clinked against the other two. She smiled and took a sip. It was beginning to get warm, and the liquid slid down her throat with a slight burn. She relished in it. The bottle clicked on the table, and Y/n finished her food. 

At the bottom was still some leftover. She offered it to Luther, who took it gratefully. Y/n crossed her legs and held the beer close to her chin. Klaus smiled, and Five was eating peacefully. Luther was digging at the bottom of Y/n’s Chinese food container. A plastic wrapping was thrown at her. She picked it up from her lap to see a fortune cookie. Five grinned, and Y/n unwrapped it. The fortune was discarded on the table as the cookie was put into her mouth. 

She placed the wrapper on the table and finished Diego’s beer. Y/n put the bottle on the table before jumping off the chair. She walked toward the revolving doors and walked out of the hotel. Her socks hit the concrete, and the sun was setting. She walked on the sidewalk and looked around for a clothing store. The sidewalk was cooling, and it felt good through the thin socks. The restaurants were busy and playing loud music. It felt like being home. But it wasn’t home. 

Y/n walked six blocks before finding a thrift store. It had closed two hours ago. She looked both ways before pulling out the knife in her pocket. She put the blade in the lock and wiggled it around. The lock clicked open, and she smiled. The knife went back into her pocket, and she put her sleeve over her hand before opening the door. Y/n locked the door behind her. 

The building was dark, and she slowly crept to the back of the building. In the back, she shut off the security system. She grabbed a flashlight and clicked it on. Y/n walked over to the bags. She grabbed a black duffle bag and held it in her right hand. She looked around and found clothes for everyone. Luther was tough to find clothes for, and she sighed before shoving triple large clothes into the bag. Klaus would wear almost anything. She found neutral colors for Diego. Allison got whatever she could find. Vanya would probably steal Diego’s clothes or the clothes too small for Luther.

Five was an old man at heart. She threw in multiple different options and zipped the bag. Y/n looked around in the women’s section to find fitting jeans. They were black and had no holes. Y/n unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off. The new jeans were looser, and she grabbed the belt from her old jeans. She wrapped it around the belt loops and tightened the pants around her. She placed the knife back into her front pocket and the wallet in her back pocket. 

The racks were filled with graphic t-shirts and cropped shirts. Y/n sighed before walking into the men’s section. She found a black turtle neck. It was soft and fuzzy beneath her fingertips. She removed the tattered long sleeve and placed the new long-sleeve turtle neck over her torso. She gripped the bag and the flashlight. The shoes were harder to pick out. She grabbed a box that had black converse on the side. Inside the box were green converse. Y/n set the box on the ground and unlaced them. She put them on her feet and laced them tightly. They would work. 

She grabbed her old clothes and threw them in a trash can inside the store. Y/n grabbed the wallet and placed a hundred in the tip jar before walking into the back of the store. She flicked on the security cameras and put the flashlight back. Y/n walked out the back door and walked back to the hotel. The sun had set entirely, and the restaurants were significantly less busy. Y/n felt much better after a nap, shower, and new clothes. It didn’t take long to get to the hotel. She walked through the revolving door to see the lobby almost empty. 

Y/n sauntered into the elevator before clicking the correct floor. The duffle bag was heavy in her left palm. The doors clicked open, and she walked down the hall. She knocked on room nineteen, and the door opened. Diego was standing in front of her. His hair had been cut and slightly gelled to the side. She smiled and walked past him. He closed the door behind her, and Y/n dropped the duffle bag in the center of the room. 

“Have at it.”

Luther approached the bag first and unzipped it. Five, Stan, Klaus, and Diego, stared. She watched him turn the bag upside down, and multiple items of clothing fell from inside. The boys, excluding Stan, started digging through the clothes. They picked through the clothes and set them beside where they were sleeping. Y/n grabbed the remaining clothes and placed them in the bag before walking across the hall to the girls. 

She knocked, and Vanya answered the door. Y/n held out the duffle bag, “New clothes for you and Allison.”

“Thank you,”

“Yep.”

Y/n turned around and went back into room nineteen. She closed and locked the door behind her. Five had shoved his clothes under the bottom bunk. Klaus stuffed his clothes on the top bunk. Diego took off his shirt and shorts. He put on a black wife-beater and laid on the couch. Stan sat in an armchair and flicked on the television. Luther took off his overcoat and leather gloves before laying on the creaky mattress. 

She took the knife from her front pocket and put it on a table. The wallet sat beside it. Five narrowed his eyes at her. Y/n shrugged and unbuckled the belt. She unlaced her shoes and placed them beneath the table holding her belongings. Y/n slipped into the bottom bunk and watched Five kick off his shoes. He had a white t-shirt on and green joggers. She turned to face the wall and pulled the blanket over her body. 

The comforter moved, and someone slipped under it. She felt their body heat, and they gently placed a hand on her shoulder. It slid down her shoulder onto her left hip, and they pulled her to their chest. The arm wrapped around her waist, and the other arm went under her pillow. Y/n felt his breathing against her neck, and his body covered hers. She moved her left hand to interlace with his. Y/n closed her eyes and let sleep take her. 

It was soothing, and everything was calm. Her back melted into the sand, and the stars glittered. The weight of the sand behind her slowed her heart and soothed her breathing. Y/n heard the swaying of distance trees and felt the sand dust throughout the air. She used her fingers to connect the constellations in the air. It felt like seconds, and the sand beneath her back was falling. She was falling down, down, down. 

Y/n jumped awake to see Five standing in the center of the room in a flannel and beige vest. He also had a hat placed on his dark hair. Y/n squinted at him before chuckling. Five turned around to see Y/n snickering quietly. Five looked up to see Klaus dead asleep. Luther was gone from the squeaky mattress, and Diego was sleeping soundly on the couch. 

She swung her legs over the bed and walked over to the table. She put the belt around her waist and tightened the pants. The knife was cold in her hands as she put it into her front pocket. The wallet was placed in her back pocket. Y/n reached down to put her shoes on her feet and tie them in a knot. Y/n flattened her hair and tucked it behind her ears. She gave Five another look up and down before snickering. 

Five narrowed his eyes before walking out of the room. Y/n followed him and closed the door behind her. It shut with a slight click, “You look like an idiot.”

“And you look like a witch.”

She shrugged, “I kind of am.”

“So, what’s on the agenda today?” 

“I dunno.”

Y/n sighed, “Well, I’m getting breakfast.”

She walked in front of him. Her shoes thudded against the carpet as she walked into the lobby. The buffet had many different breakfast foods laid out. She grabbed a plate and started putting some of it on top. Y/n grabbed a mug and filled it with a coffee pot. It was still warm. Y/n walked over to a table and put everything on top before sitting down. 

Diego and Klaus didn’t take long to walk to the lobby. Diego put a green button-up over the wife-beater. Klaus wore a yellow patterned button-up over a black vest, and black flared pants. Y/n sipped her coffee as Diego sat on her right and Klaus across the table. Stan was in the buffet, grabbing food and putting it on a plate. Klaus and Diego had plates. Diego didn’t touch his food. He was staring at Stan. Klaus was picking at his plate slowly.

Klaus stared at Diego, “That little delinquent is your son?”

“Allegedly, my son.”

He laughed, “That's so funny!”

Y/n saw Five holding a mimosa, walking toward the table, “Wait, who’s the mother?”

“Lila.”

“Excuse me?”

“Whoa, Lila's here?” 

“Was,” Diego said, “She dropped him off in my lap last night, then bolted.”

Klaus was fiddling with a fake plant, “I don't much care for that one.”

“Technically, she's family.” Five replied.

“She was trying to murder us,” Klaus squinted, “Like, yesterday.”

“Yeah, like I said, ‘family.’”

Five grabbed a chair from another table, “Diego, is she coming back?”

“Well, she goddamn better be because we have more important things to deal with right now!”

Y/n smacked his left arm, “Leave the kid alone.”

“Calm down. Shh.” Klaus shushed.

Five sat down and grabbed a fork. He pulled Y/n’s plate toward him and started eating. She narrowed her eyes and took another sip of her coffee. She heard footsteps and turned to her left. Vanya wore a plain white shirt and a zip-up jacket around her shoulders. Her hair was much shorter and came just above her eyebrows. Y/n smiled.

“Where's Luther?”

“Who cares? Probably out for,” Diego turned, “A run.”

Klaus hummed, “Love the haircut.”

“So I, uh, talked to Marcus last night.”

“Wait, what?” Diego said, “You talked with the enemy? By yourself?”

Vanya shrugged, “Somebody had to do something.”

“Who elected you, Vanya?”

Y/n held the steaming mug beneath her chin. Vanya hesitated, “It's, uh, Viktor.”

“Shit,” Y/n whispered before putting her cup down.

“Who's Viktor?”

“I am.” Viktor replied, “It's who I've always been.”

It was eerily quiet. Y/n stared at him. She could see Diego, Klaus, and Five doing the same. She bit the inside of her cheek. Viktor looked around the table, “Is that an issue for anyone?”

“Nah, I'm good with it.”

Klaus chuckled, “Yeah, me too. Cool.”

“I- I think it’s great,” Y/n said, “I’m glad that you’ve found yourself.”

“Truly happy for you, Viktor.” Five replied, “But last time I checked, you don't speak for this family.”

“Okay, well, it's fine, okay?” Viktor sat between Y/n and Five, “Marcus totally gets it. He doesn't want a war any more than we do.”

Diego furrowed his eyebrows, “What are you talking about? He tried to homicide us!”

“So did Lila, and you had a kid with her.”

“That's not the point!”

“We made a deal.” Viktor said, “He's gonna give back Five's briefcase. Then we're gonna get out of the timeline. We're gonna meet later today for the, uh, the handover.”

Klaus continued picking at the pancake in his hand, “Oh, thank God!”

“That's a rookie move. Dude is playing you.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah, but maybe we can use this. And we turn it back on them, and then we wipe them the hell out.”

Viktor rolled his eyes, “Diego, stop, please. And you're not gonna, like, do anything today.”

“Except bond with your spawn.” Klaus snickered.

“Alleged spawn.”

“I will get the briefcase, and then we will all go back and fix the timeline.”

Y/n watched Five tense, “Hey, we're not going anywhere! This is a perfectly acceptable timeline.”

“Yeah, why don't you tell that to Allison, who's upstairs grieving her daughter, who doesn't even exist here!”

“Not to mention, we've been replaced by a bunch of blobs and cubes and birds and shit!” 

She snorted. Five didn’t seem amused, “News flash, geniuses! It's not about us! Take a look around. If you hadn't noticed, there's no doomsday. There's no apocalypse. The sun is shining. Birds are doing whatever the hell birds do. That's all that matters.”

“We're done messing with time.” Five raised his drink before getting off the chair, “And I'm officially retired.”

Klaus sniffed, “Is he wearing aftershave? I’m concerned.”

The boys looked at Y/n, “What?”

“Well, aren’t you going to join him?”

“No?” Y/n replied, “He can do whatever he wants. I still have an entire coffee pot to drink before I feel mildly functional.”

Diego chuckled. Klaus rolled his eyes and followed Five back to the buffet. Viktor went to the buffet to grab food. Y/n and Diego sat at the table together. She grabbed her plate back from where Five sat and continued eating. Diego was flipping a knife, and Y/n placed down her fork. She picked up the mug and finished the rest of the coffee. Before she could grab more, they heard yelling. Diego jumped off the chair, and Y/n followed. 

In the main hallway, Chet was grabbing at Stan’s coat, “Let me go! Get your hands off me!”

“I saw what you did!”

“Hey,” Diego called, “What the hell are you doing?”

“Your son stuffed three mini muffins down his pants.”

Y/n snickered and gave Stan a high-five. Diego smacked the back of her head lightly. Stan narrowed his eyes, “And this is a buffet! I can take whatever the hell I want!”

“I got him.” Diego grabbed his arm, “Come on.”

She saw Stan wince, “Wait, take it easy.”

Y/n ripped Diego’s hand from his arm, “He’s a kid, Dee.”

Diego’s eyes softened, and he sat on the stairs. He motioned for Stan to sit beside him. Stan sat on the left, and Y/n sat on Diego’s right, “Time for some ground rules.”

“Our father was a Hall of Fame asshole.” Diego said, “And when I was a little pissant like you, I made a promise to myself that I would never act like him to any kid of… mine.”

“Yeah, stop. I'm gonna cry.”

“But I'm a busy man, with a lot on my shoulders, okay? So I'm not gonna let you slow me down either, all right?”

Stan deadpanned, “Yeah, you look really busy right now.”

Diego smacked the muffin from his hand, “You can stay until your mom gets back, all right? But no more doing dumb shit, or else you and I are gonna have a serious problem.”

“Look at me.” Stan looked up, “¿Me entiendes?”

Stan didn’t answer, and Y/n tilted her head. Diego leaned back some, “Dude, your ear's leaking.”

“Oh,” Stan seemed embarrassed, “Yeah, I forgot to pack my ear medicine.”

“Ear medicine?”

“If I don't drain it, pus leaks out and smells like cat puke.”

Diego grabbed his arm less tight, “Come on.”

He turned back, “You coming with, Y/n?”

“Why not.” She shrugged. 

Y/n followed Diego to the revolving doors. She sighed and felt for the wallet in her back pocket. It was still secure in the pocket. Y/n let her shoes slide slightly against the carpet floor. She perked up at a new voice, “Whoa, whoa!”

It was Viktor, “Where do you think you're going?”

“Kid thing. I'll be right back.”

“No. I need you to stay put and not do anything stupid until I get the briefcase.”

“Yeah, and you're not the boss of him, okay?” Diego smacked the back of Stan’s head.

Y/n blew a raspberry, “I’ll supervise, kay?”

“Fine, don’t let him do anything stupid.”

“Got it!”

Diego had a smirk on his face. Y/n led them out of the hotel through the revolving doors. The sun was bright and hot. Y/n smiled, and Diego ruffled her hair, “Does Viktor know you at all?”

“Apparently not.” Y/n said, “Cause we all know, I’m the one who instigates the stupid shit.”

Stan smiled, “Come on, boys. There’s a convenience store not far from here.”

Y/n let her shoes click against the sidewalk. She could hear Stan and Diego talking behind her. They spoke about Diego and his life. She heard her name mentioned more than once but didn’t care. The sun was on her face, and the wind blew her hair. It felt so lovely. The store was only three blocks south and four east. She was thankful neither boy complained. It took them fifteen minutes. 

The building was white all around with blue accents. It was called ‘Up-Late Drugs.�� Y/n had been inside so many times. She used to get late-night candy and medicine. She remembered visiting with Klaus before watching a movie together in theaters. They hid the candy in their pants. Y/n smiled. The doors opened, and she was hit with the cool air. It smelt the same, like disinfectant and peach. 

“Hurry up. All right?” Diego said, “We gotta get back to the hotel.”

The aisles were long and short. She followed them down the ear and eye care, “Yeah, I gotta find the right one.”

“Just get the no-name shit.”

“Have you tried the no-name shit?”

“No, because my ears don't squirt juice every time I get excited.”

“Yeah, then trust me. I need my brand.”

Y/n sighed, “I’ll pay for it. Get what you need, Stan.”

“And what are you paying with?”

She pulled out the wallet from Dallas, “This.”

He smirked, “You little devil.”

The entrance bell dung, and Y/n perked up, “Jayme, get me munchies.”

“Oh, I found it-“

Diego shushed him. Y/n looked to see Alphonso and Jayme walking into the store. She watched Jayme go to the back of the store. Alphonso went to the styling aisle and started picking through different items. Diego put a hand on Stan’s chest, “Go wait outside.”

“Why?”

“We’re about to kick this fool's ass.”

Stan smiled, “Don't worry. I got your back.”

“Go,” Diego demanded. 

Y/n watched Diego creep around the aisle. She stayed with Stan. He was holding the box of medicine close to his chest. Y/n wrapped her hand around the knife in her front pocket. She couldn’t beat Alphonso with a knife. Maybe Jayme, but not him. Y/n sighed and left the knife in her pocket. She turned back to Stan.

“If you want to help, you can stay.” Y/n said, “Just please be careful.”

His eyes softened, “Okay.”

She heard Diego whistle and crept over to the aisle. Y/n sat on her knees in the aisle to the left. She held her hand out as Alphonso stepped away from the shelf, “Well, isn't this a coinkidink?”

“Only dink I see is yours, tough guy.”

“You followed me here?”

They took steps closer, saying, “Don't flatter yourself.”

“Leave now, or I'm gonna spank you like the little bitch you are.”

“Take your best shot, tubby.”

Alphonso swung, and Diego ducked. He punched Alphonso in the nose, and Y/n heard the bones crack, “Oh shit!”

“I know. Doesn't feel good, does it?” Alphonso smiled. 

She watched Diego swing his leg. Alphonso grabbed his torso and slammed him into the middle of the aisle she was in. Y/n cringed. Alphonso went to step on him, but Diego rolled out of the way. Diego stood up, and Alphonso kicked him in the stomach. He was thrown back into a milk cart. Y/n stopped him from hitting his back on the cart. Diego was placed back onto his feet unharmed. He winked at Y/n. 

Alphonso groaned, “Oh, no.”

Y/n stood up and watched Alphonso roll his eyes before turning back to Diego. Alphonso tried to swing, but Diego ducked and punched his stomach repeatedly. He tried again, but Diego spun and elbowed him in the nose. Diego groaned, and Y/n sighed. Her hands were held out as she watched both boys fight. Diego went to kick him, and Alphonso stumbled back. He kicked the shelf, and everything fell off. 

Alphonso stumbled back into the central aisle with his back to Stan. Y/n looked wide-eyed at Stan. He hid further in the aisle. At the same time, she saw Diego kick the man in the chin before looking stunned at the tile floor, “Dude, your chin.”

“It does that sometimes.”

Y/n watched Diego get thrown into a tower of cans. He fell onto his left arm in front of the aisle with Stan. Y/n couldn’t see and walked out. She couldn’t throw the knife off its course. It slit Alphonso’s pants, and Stan groaned. He fell to the ground, and Y/n slid on her knees to him. Diego had fire in his eyes. 

“Stanley!”

She pulled him into a sitting position as Diego took care of Alphonso. Y/n took his hand from the wound and looked at it through the slit in his jeans. It wasn’t too deep. She sighed with relief. Stan looked concerned, and his face was scrunched up, “It won’t need stitches,”

He sighed, and Y/n turned when she heard Alphonso snarl. He was on the floor, crawling toward something. Diego leaped toward Y/n and Stan, “You all right? Where'd he get you?”

“I'm fine. I'm fine!”

“Oh, you'll be all right.”

Diego held his knee gently, “It's not that bad. Stop crying, all right?”

Y/n gave Diego a look, “He’s okay, doesn’t need stitches.”

He sighed with relief, “Watch out!”

They both turned to see Jayme standing in the opposite aisle. Stan managed to block her black substance with the back of a pan, saying, “That girl was gonna hork on you, dude.”

Y/n watched her try again. Diego moved Stan out of the way. Y/n flung the substance to the ceiling by waving her hand. Jayme smiled. Y/n could hear Diego and Stan bickering behind her. She slowly stood up, and Jayme smirked. Y/n held out her hands, “I don’t think you want to do this, Jayme.”

“Oh,” She chuckled, “I definitely do.”

“I’m sorry in advance.”

Jayme started walking toward them. Y/n held out her hand, palm facing Jayme. She used her other to grab the cans from the aisle. She pushed them all to the middle. Jayme groaned as the cans hit her all at once. One hit her in the head, and she dropped to her knees. Alphonso was reaching for his inhaler. Y/n pushed it further away. Diego grabbed Stan, “Come on.”

“What? No way!” Stan replied, “We were kicking their asses!”

“‘He who fights and walks away lives to fight another day.’ Okay?”

Stan groaned, “That's some lame-ass shit.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Y/n heard the door ding as they exited. She turned back to the two Sparrows. She walked over to see Jayme completely unconscious. Alphonso was heaving. She sighed and walked over to him. Y/n grabbed his inhaler off the floor and placed it in his open palm. He shook it and put it in his mouth. She heard the woosh when the button was pressed. 

He glared at her, and Y/n tucked her hair behind her ears, “Stay away from my family, and I’ll make sure we don’t fuck with yours.”

He didn’t say anything. Y/n cleared her throat, “Your sister might have a small concussion. I didn’t want to cause any actual damage. Bring her to Grace, and she’ll be fine in three hours.”

“Why?” Alphonso rasped, “Why are you doing this?”

“Because I know you really don’t want to do this.” Y/n replied, “And neither do we. I’ve got enough blood on me to fill an ocean, and I don’t want to add to that.”

Y/n watched him stand up. He looked at her up and down before walking to Jayme. Y/n sighed and walked to the medical station. She grabbed a small first aid kit and put it in her other back pocket. She walked to the doors as her shoes clicked on the tile. The doors slid open, and the air was hot. She took the long way back to the hotel. She was tired and needed to clear her head. 

It took twenty-five minutes to walk back to the hotel. The revolving door swung as she stepped inside the lobby. It was cool, and she saw Stan sitting in the common area to the right. Y/n walked toward him. He was holding a napkin over the slit. She sighed and knelt in front of him. She took the napkin from him. 

Y/n rolled up his pants to above the cut in his thigh. He held the rolled-up pants, and she grabbed the first aid kit from her pocket. She ripped open one of the alcohol wipes and started wiping the wound. He hissed. She gave him an apologetic look. She grabbed the gauze and unrolled them. Y/n wrapped the cloth around the wound twice before clipping it together. She took the pants and rolled them back down. 

She closed the first aid kit and put it back in her back pocket. Y/n stood up and looked down at him, “Better?”

“Th- Thank you,”

“It’s no problem.” Y/n dusted off her pants, “If you need anything, let me know, okay? I know Diego’s your father, but he has no idea how to care for a kid.”

“Did- Did you have kids?”

She chuckled, “Oh no. But I have common sense.”

Stan smiled, and Y/n thought of a mission complete. She walked away to the bar. She saw Diego sitting in a booth with Viktor on the left side. She slipped in on Diego’s left and leaned on his shoulder. He was muttering about Lila. Y/n grabbed a glass of water from the table. Allison came down to the bar. 

Her hair was back to curly, and she wore all black clothes. She ordered something at the bar before sitting next to Y/n. They sat in silence. Y/n’s eyes were drooping. Allison groaned, “What are you mumbling about?”

“Lila.” Diego said, “Dumping Stan on me after all these years? I mean, that's not right.”

Viktor scoffed, “Hey, man. If you did the deed, don't blame her for the consequences.”

“He’s got a point.” 

Diego pushed her off his shoulder. Y/n groaned and sat up. He rolled his eyes, “That's not the point.”

“Oh, what's the point?”

“He's cramping my style. I need to be able to react to danger on a moment's notice.” Diego snapped his fingers. Y/n watched Allison finish her drink in a gulp, “How am I to do that when I'm playing wet nurse to a 12-year-old?”

“You're his dad!”

“Alleged, dad.”

“Well,” Allison said, “At least you have a kid.

Y/n watched Allison walk up to the bar and ask for another. She blew a raspberry and leaned back. Diego was fidgeting with a napkin on the table. Viktor was staring with annoyance in his eyes. Y/n leaned back on Diego’s shoulder and closed her eyes. She jumped when the revolving door swung open. Klaus and Five were jogging inside the building. Y/n groaned. 

“Okay, gather round, people.” 

She slid out of the booth as Five looked around, “Where is- Where’s every- Where’s Luther?”

“Haven't seen him.”

“Who knows?”

Five sighed, “Okay, you know what? We got bigger problems to worry about right now.”

Y/n stood on Five’s left as he unwound a string from a notebook. It was overflowing with different things stuck on the pages. It looked like newspaper clippings. Klaus was on Five’s right. Diego and Viktor were next to Y/n. Allison deadpanned, “Like what?”

“This.” Five pointed at the pages.

He flipped through the pages, “Who are they?”

“These are our mothers.”

Klaus slapped his hands on a page, “That one's mine.”

“They're all dead.” Five said, “They all died on the exact same day, October 1st, 1989.”

“That's our birthday.”

Y/n bit her bottom lip, “Not anymore, it isn’t. They all died before we were born.”

“That's dumb.” Diego declared, “If we weren't born, how can we exist?”

“Exactly.”

Viktor furrowed his eyebrows, “What are you saying?”

“I'm saying, when we jumped here, we created a time paradox.” Five said, “All right? Not just any paradox.”

“The grandfather paradox,” Y/n said. 

“What the hell is a grandfather paradox?”

Y/n tucked her hair behind her ears, “It’s when someone goes back in time and kills someone important too early on. Like, when we time traveled back to the sixties.”

“But we didn’t kill anyone.”

“Yes, but something happened there that made the dominos fall—something we did caused the butterfly effect that led to our parents dying. So, when we time traveled forward, we’ve made ourselves a part of this timeline despite the rules. We aren’t supposed to be here, but we’ve put ourselves here instead.” Y/n explained, “So, even if Reginald wanted to adopt us, he couldn’t because we didn’t exist.”

She just wanted to sleep. 

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Pairing: John Casey x fem!NSA!reader

Summary: You go undercover as the Intersect and get injured. Casey does everything he can to find you, then stands guard outside your hospital room as you heal.

Warnings: abduction and torture (not graphic), angst, fluff, soft Casey!!! Casey and r live together as part of their cover

Word Count: 3.0k+ words

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With your back to the doorway, you don’t see Casey walk into the kitchen. You don’t need to, though, because you have a special skill about knowing where he is at all times. Since you joined the Intersect project and moved into his apartment in Echo Park, you’ve honed that skill, and now you can find him in your sleep. If that wasn’t completely unprofessional or was something you would even consider doing, of course.

“Good morning,” you greet when he walks into the kitchen behind you.

Casey grunts in reply and you smile to yourself.

“What time is it?” he grumbles.

“Beckman said we have to be at the Buy More when it opens. Something about the government of Croatia or Czechia… Congo?”

“Did you listen to her at all?” Casey questions. “Past the letter C?”

“It was like one a.m.; my ears don’t work that early.”

Casey growls quickly before he steps around you. His hand presses gently against your back as he reaches over your head.

“Chad,” you remember as Casey withdraws his hand. “A few members of the National Transitional Council found out about the Intersect. And they want it.”

“So, we have to stick closer to Chuck than Morgan does. Fantastic.”

“Casey, listen. Chad is… those people are still suffering from the dissolution of the Assembly. The political violence should be their biggest concern, so if they’re willing to ignore their human rights issues and come to the States for a computer full of secrets, they intend on getting it.”

“I know. But we have a job to do, so focus,” Casey demands. “What’s the plan?”

“Your call, Major Casey,” you reply.

He rolls his eyes at your playful smile, but you’re sure he knows you mean it. You trust him with your life, and because he outranks you, you know he will come up with a plan that will keep Chuck and the Intersect safe.

“I think the most important decision you have to make…” You pause to push yourself up to sit on the counter. You lean toward Casey and drop your voice to finish, “Why am I, your lovely girlfriend, going to be at the Buy More all day?”

“I’ll figure something out,” Casey grumbles.

“Sir, yes, sir,” you say.

You salute Casey as you jump off of the counter. Thinking about Casey will distract you from the mission and the Intersect, and even though you’re becoming an expert in ignoring your feelings, spending the entire day at his side may change that.

“Hi, Chuck,” you call.

Chuck jumps as he closes the door of the Nerd Herd car. He turns quickly, wide-eyed as he raises his hands toward you.

“Stop acting like Casey,” he demands.

“We’re NSA agents, Chuck, we’re trained to act like this. Listen, I have good news and bad news, what do you want to hear first?”

“Depends,” Chuck answers slowly. “Does the bad news involve a windowless bunker?”

“No. More like a 38% chance of death.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s so much better. Why would you tell me that?!”

“Someone is looking for the Intersect, and they’re not going to stop until they find it, Chuck. Casey and I will be with you 24/7 until we can get more information,” you explain. “Nothing is going to happen to you.”

“So, you hang out with your boyfriend to stay close, and he follows me into the bathroom,” Chuck deadpans. “Great.”

“Chuck, I know it’s hard, but you have to trust us. If you have to make jokes to make this better, do it, but you are in real danger. We’re doing everything we can to keep these people away from you.”

“I do need to make jokes,” Chuck agrees. “If the situation calls for it, would you kiss Casey?”

You smile and pass Chuck a water bottle with a panic button on it. He flips the bottle to look at the button as you walk past him. When you hear him step behind you, you answer his joking question with a serious answer.

“In a heartbeat, Bartowski,” you admit.

“Chuck, can I borrow Casey?” you ask, glancing over your shoulder.

“Not unless you can guarantee that there aren’t any snipers on the roof of the Large Mart,” Chuck replies.

“A Chadian war general just checked into the CitizenM,” you tell Casey. “And my source tells me that he was asking where to get the best computer help in Burbank.”

“We need to get Chuck out of here,” Casey says.

“And then what? Let him come in here and find nothing? He won’t hesitate to kill everyone in here, but if he’s a member of what’s left of the Chadian government, our people can’t touch him!”

“We’re here to protect Chuck,” Casey reminds lowly.

“Which just delays our fight. So, let’s give this guy the Intersect.”

“Whoa! What?” Chuck exclaims. “I know I can be hard to protect, but that’s a bit extreme.”

“Absolutely not,” Casey grumbles.

“We don’t have another option,” you argue. “I can do this.”

“I’m telling you no.”

“Don’t pull rank, Casey. You know that it’s our best bet. We need intel and to keep Chuck safe, sending me in does both.”

Casey clenches his jaw and looks over your shoulder. He’s considering it, but if he says no again, you’ll have to listen. No matter how much you believe that you can do this, go undercover, and get what you need, Casey is still your superior and has the final say.

“Fine,” he answers. “But you’re not going alone.”

“What about me?” Chuck asks. “If you’re both going crazy, what happens to me?”

“You go underground with Sarah until this is over,” Casey answers. “Now.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” Chuck rambles as he gathers his things.

“Chuck,” you call after him. “Behave.”

“Underground, unsupervised with a beautiful woman,” he says, pretending to ponder his situation.

“Woman with a gun,” Casey reminds him. “Don’t make me mad before I get back.”

Chuck salutes Casey before he rounds the corner, and you struggle to hold your laugh in. You taught him that, knowing that Casey hates it, but it’s funnier to watch than you expected. Casey grumbles as he walks you out of the Buy More.

“There’s not a better option here,” you say softly.

“I know. But if anything happens to you, it’s on me,” Casey replies.

You knock on the door of the target’s hotel room and hold your breath. Casey is just down the hall, but there’s still a moment where everything could go wrong. When the door before you opens, the one behind you opens as well. Simultaneously, a large group of men exit the elevator, directly between you and Casey. You’re trapped in the center of an ambush, and they seem to think you’re the Intersect. Exactly as planned.

“Hi,” you say toward the man from General Beckman’s file. “I’m-“

“Property of the government of Chad. Get her ready,” he commands.

The men around you close in, and you resist the urge to fight them. It’ll only make this worse for you, but even though you know that the idea of being taken like this bothers you. Casey is on the other side of the hallway, with no chance of getting through to you, so you accept your fate and let them bind your hands and legs with no more than pleas you hope sound scared and desperate. They’re the ones who should be scared, you remind yourself. –

“Move!” Casey demands as he storms into Castle.

“What happened?” Sarah asks.

“They fell for it. The Intersect has been abducted,” Casey answers quickly. “Alert Beckman so I can get back out there and find her.”

“Let me help,” Chuck says.

“Absolutely not.”

“He can find her, Casey,” Sarah adds. “If anyone has a chance of knowing where this guy would take her, it’s Chuck.”

“No, it’s the Intersect!” Casey snaps. “And that’s the reason she’s probably in some abandoned warehouse or underground shelter being tortured for intel she doesn’t have!”

“Then let me fix it,” Chuck responds. “Please.”

“Fine.”

Casey turns the computer to show Chuck a picture of the man who took you. He flashes instantly, and Casey tilts his head to the side as he waits for answers. You need to be found before it’s too late, and Casey will never let you talk him into doing something like this again.

“Jel Akiloye, a member of the National Transitional Council of Chad and responsible for over 200 human rights-related deaths,” Chuck says. “Recently purchased property in Echo Park through a multi-national corporation with ties to the U.S. and Africa. And he’s planning to get information from the Intersect and then wipe it. Or, in this case…” “Eliminate,” Casey finishes. “Where in Echo Park?”

“That’s complicated. I’ll drive!” Chuck calls as he takes Casey’s keys from the desk.

“How does this Intersect work?” Jel asks as he circles you.

“It, uh, was originally supposed to be a computer. The trial to see if the data could be uploaded into a human mind wasn’t supposed to happen, but wrong place, wrong time. Now the secrets are in my head and the computer was destroyed,” you ramble.

“Tell me where it is.”

“Where what is?”

You inhale sharply as he slaps his open palm across your cheek. His rings cause your skin to sting long after he withdraws his hand.

“What your people stole,” he answers. “Where is it?”

“That’s not how it works. I don’t just know everything,” you explain. He raises a large piece of rubber, and you yell, “Wait, wait! I need to hear a name or see a picture, and then it just kind of runs through my mind. Like an open computer file.”

He looks past you and nods. A few seconds later, a sharp prod is pressed against your side. A motivation to tell the truth and a punishment if you don’t, presumably.

“Ringdell,” Jel says. “Where is it?”

“Ringdell?” you repeat.

You press your lips together to keep yourself from laughing, but a chuckle breaks through anyway.

“Ringdell is somewhere between Rivendell and the fires of Mordor if I had to guess.”

Jel steps toward you and pulls your restraints harshly. Your chair tips forward, and you try to lean back as he pulls you so you’re face-to-face.

“I will get answers if I have to pry them from your unresponsive brain,” he threatens darkly.

You resist the urge to tell him that’s not how brains work, but before you can open your mouth to speak, the prod presses harder against you, and you tense as the point breaks past your skin.

“Do your worst,” you whisper.

Jel nods over your shoulder and you bite down on the inside of your cheek rather than giving him the satisfaction of hearing you scream.

You wake harshly when someone lays their hands on either side of your head. Everything hurts and your brain desperately wants to let go, but you force yourself to open your eyes. As you raise your head and shoulders off the concrete, prepared to fight, your vision blurs as your head spins.

“Easy, hey,” Casey says, holding your head still. “Stop.”

You exhale and stop fighting against his hold. He slides his right hand behind your head before you drop it to the floor.

“Stay awake,” Casey demands.

“Can’t,” you mumble. “How’d you find me?”

“Chuck helped.”

“Too bad the Intersect taught him kung-fu instead of reconstructive surgery.”

“Don’t move your head,” Casey says. “This is going to hurt. I’m sorry.”

“Thank you,” you whisper.

“You-“

Casey lifts you from the ground, and, in his arms, you’re finally safe enough to stop fighting and relax.

An incessant beeping and a sharp poke to your arm force you to wake again. When you see Ellie standing beside you and reading from a clipboard as a nurse inserts a new IV into your arm, you realize that you’re in the hospital. If Casey brought you here instead of patching you up himself, it must have been bad.

“Hey,” Ellie says softly when she sees your eyes are open. “How are you feeling?”

“I’ve been better,” you answer.

“I can imagine. The police are talking to Casey, but I’ll send him in as soon as he’s done. Let me know if you need anything.”

“I will. Thanks, Ellie.”

She walks out and the nurse follows her. Alone in the hospital room, you look down to see all of the injuries littering your body. Some you remember experiencing the initial pain of, others must have been inflicted while you were unconscious, and you’re sure there are even more that you can’t see.

You look away from the bandages covering your right arm and reposition the blanket. Someone moves outside the door, and you lean forward to see who it is.

“Casey,” you call.

He steps inside with his brows furrowed until he sees you awake and leaning forward uncomfortably.

“You brought me to the hospital. Why?”

“It was the only option. I told the ER staff that it was a mugging gone wrong. Beckman helped us cover it with local police,” Casey informs. “What do you remember?”

“A lot of questions, mostly. Pain, and then you were there.”

Casey’s nostrils flare as he nods.

“What?” you press.

“You were alone when I got there. We have no idea where Jel or his men went.”

“Is that why you’re standing outside like a bodyguard?”

You smile at Casey, and his shoulders drop slightly. If they still think you’re the Intersect, nothing will keep them from coming back to seek more answers. Your side begins to ache, and you shift awkwardly to ease the dull pain spreading throughout your body.

Casey walks to your side and lays his hand on your upper back. He tilts his head toward the wall behind you, and you lean against his hand as he lowers you gently. You know that Casey cares about you, he’s a good partner, but the concern in his eyes and the soft, caring touches are new.

“You thanked me when I found you,” Casey says. “Why?”

“For finding me,” you reply. You furrow your brows, wondering what else you could have been thanking him for. “They would have killed me eventually.”

“It’s my job.”

“You and I both know I could’ve been written off as a casualty of the mission. Instead of staying with the real Intersect, you saved me and brought me here. So, I thanked you.”

Casey nods once and walks back to the door. He stands with his hands clasped behind him, his guard up as he protects you from seen and unseen threats. You watch him and ask yourself if there’s more to his actions than the job. It’s never been part of his mission to care about you like this, just to keep Chuck safe, yet here he is, miles from Chuck to stand by your side and protect you.

“Casey,” you call again.

He steps back inside, and you smile at his concerned frown.

“Don’t you need to get back to the Buy More?”

“Sarah is with Chuck. Nothing to worry about,” Casey answers.

“And you’re playing bodyguard instead of a local cop because?”

“I’m not standing guard. I’m answering your questions.”

Casey turns on his heel to return to his previous position and you sit up quickly to stop him. You gasp when the ache in your hip suddenly shoots up to your ribs and down your thigh. As you close your eyes to breathe through the pain, Casey moves to your side and grips the blanket covering you.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“I don’t know,” you answer.

You push the blanket away and tug your hospital gown down before you swing your legs over the side of the bed. Casey raises a hand to stop you, but you stand before he can. When your feet hit the tile floor, you hear the audible pop of your joint snapping back into place. You raise your knee and feel a tendon roll, but the pain dissipates nearly immediately.

“Ow,” you breathe out before chuckling.

“Are you okay?” Casey inquires.

“Much better now. You would’ve caught that, by the way.”

“But I couldn’t have gotten the broken cattle prod tip out of your side without causing permanent muscle damage.”

You shrug before you sit on the edge of the bed. Casey taps his knuckles against your arm as he stands to his full height.

“I think a hug would help me heal faster than playing bodyguard in a crowded hospital,” you muse.

“I’ll call Ellie, then,” Casey replies drily.

“So, you’ll save my life but won’t hug me. I see how it is.”

Casey looks down at his phone and grunts.

“I have to get back to the Buy More. Another agent will be outside,” he tells you.

“I don’t need a-“

“No arguing. I’m in charge and you need someone here with you.”

“Yes, sir,” you reply.

“If you need anything, call me,” he adds. “Anything at all. I’ll be back later tonight to make sure everything is okay.”

Your brows raise at his unfiltered care, and you agree. “I’ll call.”

Casey nods once and exits your room to brief the NSA agent waiting in the hall. You watch through the window as Casey leaves and begin counting down the minutes until he comes back. When Casey touched you and expressed that he cared about you, your pain numbed. If you didn’t see him as more than a partner before, you certainly do now.

The new guard takes his place without introducing himself, following Casey’s instructions to the T. As he watches everyone coming and going, you wonder if you’d be able to sneak past him to go home. Living in the same apartment as Casey has been vital to your cover, but now you think it may also be the best place to heal quickly. Your phone buzzes as you create a plan to get past your security detail without raising suspicion.

The text from Casey makes you laugh: Don’t sneak out.

He knows you well, which doesn’t help your racing thoughts about him. When he gets back, maybe you’ll appeal to the soft, caring side he showed earlier and convince him to take you home. Or at least give you that hug you asked for earlier.

[1-800-iluvhockey]

Can you do a luke Hughes insta edit, where we meet his family?

of. freaking. course.

you know much we appereciate our man Luke on this blog!! (my main man ughhh)

(these pictures are not mine, and this is a work of fiction!)

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lhughes_06 - safe to say that y/n/n’s first time at the lake & with my family was a success #sheneverwantstoleave #right??#springbreakwiththehughesfamily

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yourusername - yes it was and I’m very happy to be here in your arms right now :-)

↳ jackhughes - oh I’m about to puke off the side of the boat over that comment

elblue06 - we love you y/n!!! come back and visit during the summer!! :)

↳ yourusername - oh I love you mama ellen!! sorry luke, but she’s my favorite hughes ;)

↳ lhughes_06 - mom please don’t steal my girl away from me…. I love her too much

quinnhughes_ - certified SIM🅿️

↳ _alexturcotte - with the extra 🅿️🅿️

ethanedwards - y/n/n > luke (sorry not sorry buddy but you got a good one)

↳ lhughes_06 - agreed eddy, agreed

dylanduke - me and mark miss our bestie y/n and I guess you too luke…..

markestapa - we miss the duker / marky mark / lil y/n troublemaker trio (we really need a new name lol)

↳ yourusername - I agree I miss you boys too, we so need a new trio name (tt is best in my opinion since everyone knows the nicknames)

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yourusername- mama ellen wanted me to post the “aesthetic pinterest picture” that lu & I took on the beach this morning <3 guess you can say that she loves us💖 #supernervyaboutmeetingtheparents #springbreakwiththehughesfamily

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lhughes_06- I knew they’d love you, but never as much as I do <3

↳ yourusername- ur my favorite person ever; luke warren <3

quinnhughes_- you’re way cooler than luke, squish!! very glad to have met you (please stay with my bro, to keep him in check and rub some swag on to his awkward self)

↳ yourusername- really nice to have met you in person Q!! you’re the best boat driver ever :-) (of course I’m staying with him, he’s my dork)

jackhughes- I agree with quinner, you’re hella cool y/n. 100/10 choice on your part on letting luke have a chance with you lol.

↳ yourusername- oh rowden, as much as you’d hate to admit it, luke really has game (but he should stick to playing hockey because his first pickup line was 😳)

lhughes_06- hate on my first pickup line ALL you want (but it obviously worked because you’re still here and now dating me for almost 8 months)

↳ yourusername- ugh I guesssss ;)

elblue06- Oh ignore the boys’ chirps! We love you oh so much and glad that you love (and put up with) our boy Luke ☺️

↳ yourusername- @elblue06 you may make me cry as I write this ugh 💖

brendanbrisson- welcome to the fam :-) (idc I’m a cuzzo)

↳ yourusername- I literally see you everyday and you’ve never said this lol @brendanbrisson

thombordeleau - rowdy’s comment is the best on this right now 😭 I remember him asking you that pickup line lol it was awful….

mackiesamoskevich - y/n/n please save me and come back to AA so I can rant with someone

↳ yourusername - just a few more days (u boys can live without me)

↳ ethanedwards - no we can’t

↳ markestapa - I’m the only responsible one left

↳ dylanduke - no I am duh

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y/n’s caption: fun spring break spent cuddling with my boy & meeting the hughes’ fam all in person (and together)!! 💖

luke’s caption: my family loves y/n so much that it tired her out during our vacation….. but I don’t care because I love her more and her cuddles 😴

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jackhughes - you two make me sick in a good way, can’t to annoy you both when you guys move to jersey, if moose can keep her long enough

↳ lhughes_06 - uh rude! I very much on planning to keep my squishy 4L

↳ yourusername - ☺️❤️ jersey seems pretty nice with you lu

quinnhughes_- can’t wait to see lil y/n/n again soon! have a safe trip back to AA you two !

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server collab || ii

Server Collab from the Haikyuu HQ server with the prompt: “Guess I‘ll just have to cum inside you.“

The masterlist for the whole collab is here!

Genre: fluff, smut

Warnings: slight SPOILER (it‘s really really small), smut obviously, little bit of public stuff if you count it as such, slight breeding kink, wedding sex, lot‘s of fluff

Word count: 3292

“I still remember when Iwa-chan told me, how he embarrassed himself in front of a cute girl and hoped he would never see her again to not relive the existential dread he felt at that moment. And then he told me he met her again and she laughed over the mishap and they were going to get coffee next week.”

-*-*-*-*-*-*

“I am so sorry.” His face was red, head bowed down in embarrassment, but you could still see it at the tip of his ears.

“It’s okay, it wasn’t like you were a stalker or something.” You were giggling a bit at the state he was in. “On top of that it is kinda my fault, I should’ve closed the curtains or something.” He slowly raised himself again, face still scrunched up in discomfort. He really looked like he was in horrendous pain and it was kinda your fault. “Please don’t beat yourself up over it. I’ll treat you to coffee, to make you feel better, when are you free?”

Maybe the fact that he was a looker made you act a bit more open towards him than usual, but you genuinely felt bad for him. He was obviously beating himself up over that accident a couple of days ago.

You had realised fast that you could look from your window right into the room on the other side of the street, which was why you invested in curtains pretty early. But apparently, you had forgotten to close them this time, so when you turned around shirtless and made eye contact with a man, you were both equally surprised. He looked mortified and you couldn’t even blink when he suddenly dropped to the floor, now hidden from your wide eyes.

Your body reacted, even though he probably couldn’t see you anymore, shielding your breasts with one arm, the other hastily closing the curtains. After the initial shock wore off you couldn’t help but giggle a bit. Why did he just drop to the floor? He could’ve turned around or something.

-*-*-*-*-*-*

Next to you, Hajime buried his face in his hands, but the large grin that had adorned his face for the whole evening was still there. Tooru waited a bit until the laughter calmed down until he continued.

“When I came back from Argentina for a visit she was already his girlfriend of five months. And when I saw Iwa-chan I knew that she would probably stick around for longer. You know, Iwa-chan is a very violent person-“ “Only towards shitty people!” You knew he couldn’t have let that jab just go by, but Tooru professionally ignored him.

“but with her, he was very soft, always touching her in some way. Sometimes touching too much. Don’t think we forgot the trip to the cabin!” He scoldingly wiggled his finger towards you, accompanied by Makki’s and Mattsun’s affirming but still scandalised shouts.

-*-*-*-*-*-*

“We gotta be quick, Haji.” His lips were hot on your collarbones, fingers already dipping under your shirt, quickly pulling it over your head. “I know, they will wonder where we are.”

You had excused yourself for a second from the movie the others had put on. It was the first time this day where there weren’t two other people in the room with you, everybody being huddled in the living room of the small cabin where you resided for the weekend. With two bedrooms shared between the six of you and one big room that functioned as kitchen, living and dining room, there was never space for some alone time, which you were desperate to have after your boyfriend strutted around you shirtless the whole day. It should be illegal for someone as fine as he was to do such things.

Foreplay had to be postponed for the next time, you had little time until the others would grow suspicious. “No need, I can take you.”

You pulled his fingers out of your entrance, desperate to just feel his cock in you. He chuckled at your eagerness, pushing his sweatpants down until his cock sprung free, already hard and leaking. Apparently, you weren’t the only sexually frustrated one.

“Fuck,” you breathed out when he buried himself in you with one stroke.

“Quiet, baby.” His lips found yours stifling your small moans as he began moving his hips.

Breathless gasped and small moans soon filled the room, occasionally accompanied by the sound of skin slapping, when Hajime couldn’t stop his hips before they met yours. “I’m close,” you whimpered as he began rubbing your clit and he shot you a breathless smile and pressed a small kiss to your lips. “Bite something when you come,” he said quietly, thrusts becoming a bit more erratic.

“Disgusting!” Loud banging on the door interrupted you and Hajime let out a string of curses. “If you already know then don’t go interrupting, Shittykawa!” Not having to hide anymore his hips finally snapped into yours, using the full capacity of his strength to make you moan against his shoulder.

Unfortunately, the orgasm you experienced didn’t lessen the embarrassment when you faced the others again.

-*-*-*-*-*-*

It was your turn to hang your head in shame, trying not to meet your parents’ eyes, who were seated next to you. Or worse, Hajime’s parents.

Tooru chuckled at your misery, before continuing.

“To be honest, I wasn’t that surprised when Iwa-chan called me and told me he would send me pictures of rings and I should help him decide. He obviously forgot timezones since it was 2am for me and I first thought somebody had died, but after promising to make me best man I obviously forgave him.” The guests laughed again and Tooru took a well-rehearsed break.

“I don’t think I have seen Iwa-chan as nervous as when he was rehearsing his proposal through me via Skype. I told him it was good, even though he was a stammering mess. But the thing about those two over there is that they calm each other down. So I knew, when the moment would come, everything would go swimmingly. I saw the way they looked at each other, there was no way she would say no.”

-*-*-*-*-*-*

“What are you planning?” You were chuckling, when Hajime lead you through the small house on the outskirts of Tokyo you two had purchased together when it was safe that he was staying in Japan with his work. “Let me surprise you, woman, and stop asking.” You could hear the amusement in his voice and it made your heart bloom. After all these years together he still made you feel like you were going on your first date. And he probably always would.

“Small step, be careful.”

You felt the ground changing from the hardwood floor to a rougher and colder one, showing you that you were now outside on the small terrace. You didn’t have to wonder for long, what he was planning when he carefully pulled the blindfold off your face. The first thing you saw was him.

But it was enough. He was smiling at you, his eyes radiating love. You couldn’t help but snaking your arms around his neck, to press a kiss to his lips. “You look so handsome. I love you.”

Hajime in a suit was something you had the pleasure of seeing a couple of times, but it still caught you off guard how someone could look this good.

“You haven’t even looked around, idiot,” He chuckled but still laid his arms around you to tug you towards him to kiss you again. After that he still forced you to turn around, to take a look at what he conjured in the last couple of hours.

The small garden you had behind your house was completely transformed, fairy lights making the faint evening glow even more magical.

“It’s beautiful.” The words were soft, Hajime wouldn’t have heard them if he wasn’t standing this close to you. “All for you, baby. I love you. I just thought, maybe we could sit on the blanket, maybe drink a bit of wine and just talk, you know?” His voice was laced with nervousness, even if he wasn’t even sure why. He knew you would like what he did. He went through your Pinterest boards and they were loaded with fairy lights, clinking classes, kisses shared under the faint glow. “That sounds perfect. What’s the occasion? I haven’t forgotten anything, right?” He laughed out loud at your nervousness. “No, babe, you haven’t. I just wanted to do something for you.”

His smile was so pure, filled with raw emotion, you had to kiss him again, putting as much passion as possible into the kiss. “Thank you, Hajime. I love you so much. I can’t believe I got so lucky.”

Your eyes were a bit wetter than usual and you hastily blinked the tears away, smiling at your boyfriend, ready to have a magical evening.

He really had everything prepared. Next to the blanket, a small cooler with a bottle of rosé laid, together with two glasses for you. His phone played soft instrumental music in the background, as you settled yourself against his chest, occasionally sipping at your wine, reminiscing about the past years, wishing for the future ones.

“Hey, move for a second, my leg’s fallen asleep.” A small tug of his leg under you made you sit up, while he fixed his posture, both of you now sitting upright in front of each other.

“Sorry, about that. Do you want to stand up for a bit to move it?” His eyes twinkled with amusement as he tugged you back down when you already wanted to stand up.

A shaky breath escaped him. So this was it. “Y/N, baby, I love you. So much, you can’t even imagine. You’ve been with me for the past couple of years and I honestly can’t wait for the future, if you’re by my side.” He paused for a second, hand slipping into his pocket. “Hajime.” Tears were already welling up in your eyes before he even managed to pull the ring out of his pocket, that he and Tooru had chosen so diligently a couple months prior.

“Will you marry me?”

-*-*-*-*-*-*

“Those two, right there, are a great couple if I’ve ever seen one. I actually can’t imagine a better partner for my Iwa-chan. Hajime. I’ve seen you grow up. I’ve been growing up alongside you and, dare I say, we’ve both become pretty great.” Tooru chuckled a bit, but everyone could hear his voice wavering, as his eyes were fixated on his best friend.

“I can’t express how happy I am, to still have you in my life, to now seeing you maturing into this great man who is inspiring others in everything he does. Seeing you enter this new part of your life, with this great woman in my life warms my heart. And you deserve nothing less. A toast to you. A toast to your future, Mr. and Mrs. Iwaizumi.” He raised his glass to you, a big smile on his face.

If he weren’t sitting right across from you, you would’ve missed the small tears rolling down his face. The guests around you all raised their glasses to towards you, everyone touched by Tooru’s speech.

But nobody came close to Hajime, who was clenching your hand in his’ tightly, tears welling up in his eyes, before he strode over to his friend, tightly embracing him.

You couldn’t hear what words were exchanged as tears fell and people smiled at the pair. Every guest at your wedding knew about Hajime and Tooru. The best friends, the best partners, who have been with each other since they were about five years old. Who only see each other every couple of months, partners technically becoming rivals.

When your husband came back to you his eyes were puffy, some tears still escaping, but the happiest smile on his face. Tooru hugged you too, wishing you good luck for your future, making a small joke about becoming an uncle again and telling you, once again, to take care of his best friend, his brother.

“I’m so happy to be your wife.” Hajime kissed you at your words but you still knew that he was equally as happy as you were. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily now,” you joked, relishing in the laughter that escaped him.

“As if I would ever want that. I’m going to put some kids in you as soon as possible. And then we have a little family. Maybe even a big family. Whatever you want.” He kissed you again and you couldn’t help but smile at the picture of him with kids in your head. More importantly, your kids. “About that.” You leaned into his side, grateful for the minutes you had at the edge of the room. “I’ve been thinking, maybe stopping my birth control? I mean we don’t have to start trying and stuff, but we’re married now and we’ve been together for a while, and we talked about it already, and-“ You were cut off with a passionate kiss, Hajime even dipping you slightly as he practically devoured you.

“Do you mean that? Do you really mean that?” You could only nod, a wide grin on your lips as you cupped his face in your hands to bring his mouth to yours again. “Fuck, I love you. I can’t wait to fuck you today.” Heat shot through your stomach at his words and his kisses did nothing to soothe it.

“Hajime.” You really didn’t intend for his name to sound like such a whimper. But when he growled against your lips you knew you were done for. “The bridal room. Where I got ready. Let’s go.”

You felt like a schoolgirl sneaking around again, when you were rushing through the halls of the venue, hand in hand with your new husband, giggling around, until you finally closed the door behind you, being pressed against the same one in an instant, a breathless Hajime resting his forehead against yours.

You were whispering ’I love you’s to each other for the probably thousandths time this day, but it wasn’t like you were growing tired of it anytime soon. “You gotta be careful about the dress, I don’t wanna have cum stains somewhere,” you reminded him as he was flicking up your skirt, already sinking to his knees.

“Guess I’ll just have to cum inside you.” You giggled in excitement at his statement, soon leading into a moan, when he buried his face between your lower lips, thong pulled to the side, his tongue expertly doing all the things he found out about you the years before.

“Fuck, Hajime.” Your fingers thread themselves in his hair, tugging him closer.

He took one of your legs in his hand, tugging it over his shoulder and digging even deeper between your legs, using the fingers of his other hand as well, to insert two of them into your dripping cunt. “Haji, I’m coming,” you whimpered, clamping onto him.

“Wait for my cock.” The years of never neglected training came in handy, when he stood up, with you in his arms, to seat you on the small table, that was probably just in the room for decorating purposes. You shrieked a bit at how fast everything was happening, but you kind of agreed with him.

The first time you should come as husband and wife should be with him deep inside you.

He dropped his suit pants to his ankles and you could feel yourself clench with excitement. “Ready, baby?”

“Yes, please, Haji.” You pulled him towards you again to connect your lips, moaning into his mouth when he rubbed his dick up and down your folds, coating himself in your arousal.

It’s weird to explain what you felt the moment he pushed himself inside you. You had sex lots of times. But in that moment you felt more complete than you ever did.

You stayed like that for a couple of seconds, connected in the most intimate way possible, before his hips snapped back and into you again, eliciting a moan of both of you.

“Honestly, fucking you in your wedding dress is hot as fuck.” He laughed breathlessly, kissing you again, all while not halting his thrusts.

“Think about me pregnant with your kids,” you purred in his ear and squeaked in delight when his next thrust was harder than before.

“Don’t get me started. You’re going to look so good pregnant. All round and cozy.” His speed grew more erratic and you knew he would come soon.

“Fuck, we gonna start soon, right?” Your fingers clenched in his shirt, pushing him closer to you, chasing your own high.

“We’re starting right now, baby.” He kissed you again, hand moving down to rub your clit again, chuckling at the little whimpers you let out.

“Haji-“ You didn’t need to say more, he already knew, what you wanted to tell him.

“Go on, baby.” You kissed again, moans mixing in your mouths, as his tongue caressed yours, the slight taste of your juices still left on them. Every time his cock hit that one part you had to suppress a small scream, only slightly moaning in your husband's mouth.

“Can’t wait for tonight. Gonna fill you- ah- up again and again. And then you can be as loud as you want. Fuck. Gonna take my time with you.”

The filth he muttered against your lips only made you clench down harder onto his cock, feeling your high approaching rapidly. It was him coming, his cum spurting into you, which finally sent you over the edge, legs wrapping around him, bringing him even closer to your body, completely engulfing him, dead set on never letting him go.

Heavy breathing filled the room, as you both came down from your high. Small kisses were being exchanged, I love you’s were mumbled. But it was still perfect.

“I’m already anticipating tonight,” you mumbled, slightly exhausted due to moaning so much, making him chuckle, while his hands calmingly rubbed up and down your sides.

When he pulled out of you, you moaned again at the feeling of his cum slowly dribbling out of you.

“This looks so good. You look so good.” Hajime’s eyes were focused on the spot between your legs, fingers twitching to push it back inside.

“Don’t let it go on the dress!” You shrieked, chuckling at the way he darted to get a paper towel, carefully wiping you down.

“You alright, baby?” He helped you down from the table after pushing your thong back in place and fixing up his suit pants.

“Yeah. I love you. You made me the happiest woman alive, today, you know that?” The smile he threw your way at your words made your heart bloom. You were so in love with this man.

“Now, brace yourself for the comments.” You intertwined your fingers again, going back down the hallways to rejoin your guests at your reception. “You think somebody noticed something?” Your hands grew sweaty at the thought. Hopefully, nobody suspected a thing. Especially not his parents. Or worse, the grandparents!

“Tooru will have noticed for sure. You know how he is. If we’re lucky he hasn’t told Makki or Mattsun.” Hajime seemed way to relaxed at the thought, only shrugging his shoulders, ditching your hand to throw his arm around your shoulder and pull you into his side.

“I love you.” He pressed a kiss to your temple and you could feel he was smiling.

“I love you, too.”

No matter what was going to happen once you got back, this was still the best day of your life.

[randomshyperson]

The Scarlet Witch Prophecy - Chapter 16 - The Seventh Year (Part Two)

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Summary: As the youngest daughter of Howard Stark, you have ordinary expectations for your years at Hogwarts. Little do you know what adventures await you when your destiny is intertwined with the legendary Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: +16. Adaptation of the Harry Potter Saga, Magical Thematic, Prophecies, Mentions of Violence, Torture and dark magic, Language (swearing and minor/major offenses), manipulation of will, Underage kissing, insinuation of smut with minors, Smut (overage), descriptions of death, aggression, obscurity, angst, fluffy, soulmates analogies. || Chapter Warnings: Angst, violence, magical torture/violence, magical duels.

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Chapter 16 - Part XVI - The Seventh Year (Part Two)

Stumbling to keep your balance, you bump into a wall, Wanda's firm hand in yours, and Pietro on the other side.

You don't even have time to get used to your surroundings before you are being pulled to walk.

"Keep your head down." Wanda urges as she guides you through the crowd of people.

You have no idea where you are, but you are on a street. A very busy one by the way.

"Where...?"

"Novi Grad." Pietro answers before you are finished speaking. "Capital of Sokovia, W-we used to come here as kids. I don't know why I thought of it."

None of the muggles seemed to notice that the three of you appeared in the middle of the street, but the place was so crowded that you weren't surprised.

"Why are there so many people here?" You asked as Wanda pulled you down the street.

"It's the end of summer celebration, the streets get crowded." She replies, you finally reached an alley.

Wanda squinted against a pillar and you did the same, curious and a little lost. Pietro checked his surroundings with concern.

"What do we do now?" You ask and she sighs, fiddling with the bag she brought.

"We need to get back to the Order." She says. "If the ministry really has fallen, we can't be out here."

"Can't you just apparate us to one of the safe houses?" You ask, frowning as you notice her sticking her entire arm inside her bag. "How-?"

"Undetectable extension spell." She clarifies as she sees your expression, but you are only more surprised that she pulls out a set of clothes for you. "You'll draw attention in party clothes."

"You always find a way to surprise me, don’t you sestra?" Pietro mocks as you hurry to remove your jacket. The alley is empty, and you are running for your life, it wouldn't hurt if some stranger accidentally saw you change clothes. At worst, you would erase the memory of a muggle.

"Dad told me to be ready." She clarified as she pulled out a set of clothes for Pietro and herself as well, and mimicked your movements by unzipping her dress. "He thought it would be risky to have a party with so many people, and he wanted to make sure that if we needed to run away, I would be ready. I don't think he imagined the danger would come from outside."

"Honestly, I'm not even surprised." You grumble as you finish, and hold Wanda's purse while she gets changed.

With muggles' clothes, you can blend into the crowds of Sokovia. And Wanda guides the three of you between the streets, to what looks like a cafeteria that is empty.

You take the back table.

"How do we get back to order, Wanda?" Pietro asks as he sits down, and the girl sighs slightly.

"We need to make sure everyone has escaped the party first." She says. "They'll contact you when it's safe, since we can't just apparate directly into any safe houses."

You mutter in understanding, keeping quiet because you notice the waitress approaching.

"What would you like, sweethearts?" She asked with a small notebook in her hands.

Exchanging a quicky look with the other two, you clear your throat before speaking.

“Just a coffee is fine.” You say and the Maximoffs asked for the same. As soon as the waitress moves back to behind the counter and inside the kitchen of the place, you guys start talking again.

“I gotta find a way to get back to your house, Wan.” You said with concern. “I left everything behind, the hat, my wand and-” You stopped talking because Wanda is shaking her head in denial, signaling with her eyes to the purse she carries. “But how?” You asked impressed but she just smiles weakly.

“Before the party, when dad called me when we were in your room, right after the minister came.” She explains. “He told me I needed to get ready. And while you were having a shower, I got your stuff, then Pietro’s.”

“Well, can I have my wand back then please?” You ask and she nods, searching for the item in her purse. “Do you guys have any idea where we are spending the night?” You say as Wanda hands you your wand back, after thanking her with an impressive smile. Pietro is pensive, drawing something in the old crosswords that were left in the table.

“Maybe a trustable relative?” You suggest the silence, but Pietro sights.

“Our family is not trustable, Y/N.” He bitterly says and you wonder why he’s so upset. Alright, it was probably related to being a fugitive, but so were you and Wanda and you’re not talking to him like that. But he then assumes a more relaxed posture, and moves the paper to the center of the table. You realize he was drawing a map. “Dad kept me busy this month, girls. If we go back to Scotland, we could stay in aunt’s Raven cabin.”

“That’s a long trip.” Wanda mutters making you frown in confusion. You are about to ask why you couldn’t apparate when she clarified: “Aunt Raven lives in Germany, somewhere near Saxony. The whole town is magical hidden and it’s perfect for her because she does not trust outsiders. The problem is we can’t apparate there, only use the road or floo powder, and the last is not an option right now.”

“And can we trust her?” You ask then, taking your eyes off the map to look at Wanda, who hesitates.

“Maybe. She’s… something.” She says and you frown.

“It’s that a no or a yes for a Mephisto follower?” You retorted, making her sigh as they pause for a moment.

“She’s not a death walker.” She clarifies but it’s Pietro who continues to talk.

“But she’s a dark witch.” He explains and he lowers his voice siglthy as two other clients come in the place, heading for the balcony. “She won’t do anything to hurt us, and that should be enough.”

“Yeah, but Y/N is not family to her, Pietro.” Wanda argues as she shifts in her seat to look at her brother, assuming a worrying expression. “Maybe we should try something different. Are you sure you can’t think of anyone else?”

“Well, i’m sorry if i’m not full of ideas, Wanda-” You drove your focus out of the discussion as your eyes caught the strangers behind the twins, and you raised your eyebrows in suspicion. They were just standing there, their back

to you two, none making a mention to call for the waitress. Then you saw one of them move their arm for the wand in their jacket and you had about a second to react.

“Get down!” You warned the Maximoffs quickly as you dodge the spell that was targeted directly at you.

You knee down, hiding behind the tables as the twins do the same, and the wizards keep attacking.

A rain of shine lights around the room, the spells coming out of theirs and your wand. Wanda hitted one of them in the chest, throwing him against the glass of the balcony and you’re surprised the waitress didn’t come out of the kitchen yet.

Then the other wizard almost hit your face with a yellow spell that made a small bruise on your cheek as it hitted the wall and you moved to spell him next, a strong red light coming out of our wand that sent him beyond the balcony.

You tried to normalize your breathing as Pietro moved to close the windows and the front door, and you and Wanda walked to the defeated wizards.

“Do you recognize any of them?” You asked looking at the first one on the floor, the breaking glass making noise at your feet.

“I think so.” Wanda says standing next to you before moving to open the kitchen door. She murmurs an incantation and the waitress doesn't go out anymore. “Saw their faces in a few wanted posters back in London.” She clarifies as she comes back and locks the kitchen door behind her, moving to look at the wizard a fews meters for her feets. “This one is Sabertooth, wanted for murder.”

You swallow dry as you look at the long-haired man, unconscious from the powerful spell.

“I think this one is Bane, sestra.” Pietro says next to you, looking at the man at your feet. “He was at the ministry when Kaecillius was on trial. I suppose he was making sure everything went according to his master’s plan.”

“We should go.” You say worried. “They found us too fast, and there might be more.”

“Let’s erase their memories first, Y/N.” Pietro suggested as he raised his wand to Bane. “Otherwise they will know we were here.”

“Is obliviating a Maximoff thing?” You tease with a bit of bitterness and amusement making Pietro laugh. But Wanda didn’t seem to like your joke, as she just looked away for the two of you to enchant Sabertooth.

“Obliviate.” You heard Pietro whispers as you moved to join Wanda. She didn’t need to say the spell aloud anymore, so you just watched the white light coming off her wand.

“Now, they won’t be able to hurt us.” She says as she’s done, turning her head to you, but you keep looking forward to the man on the ground. You hitted him into a Petrificus Totalus, so he had his eyes wide open. But after Obliviate, they lost their anger somehow. He seemed empty, and it made you swallow hard.

But a gentle touch on your face took your attention away from Sabertooth. Wanda strokes the small bruise with her thumb, cleaning the blood with an almost guilty frown.

“Anymore.” She whispers in mention of her last line. You wanted to assure her you’re okay, it was just a small cut, nothing to worry about, but she was moving away next, so you decided to do the same.

Outside the cafeteria, in the alley, you three hold hands.

“The valley, Pietro, do you remember correctly?” Wanda asked as Pietro shaked his head. He looked around to make sure no muggle was watching before closing his eyes.

Then you three apparate.

//-//-//-//-//-//

Germany was way colder than Sokovia.

You hold your arms as quickly as you get your balance right, looking around.

What you suppose is the Saxony area, is a really beautiful place.

Pietro apparate you three to a high rock spot, hiding in the woods, but you’re still able to see the mountains far away. A breathtaking landscape. As beautiful as the brunette next to you.

You bite your lips as Wanda catches you looking at her while she faces the land, but you hold her gaze. Smiling almost shyly before turning to Pietro, to ask about where exactly you were.

“A few miles from the town, Wands.” He clarifies as he stretches gently, probably tired of having guided the apparition twice. “We should camp here, then move in the morning. Woods are a bit dangerous at night, and we don’t want to drive attention to ourselves by using magic on a bear or something.”

As Wanda mutters an agreement, you and Pietro start casting protective spells around the area.

You’re a bit surprised that Wanda managed to get a tent inside her purse as well, but you’re sure thankful that you’re not sleeping in the ground tonight.

With the area securete, you and Pietro played a small race to get inside the tent, laughing slightly as he won, and joining Wanda there.

The boy let out an impressive whistle as he stood in the living room. It was the same tent from the quidditch world cup, quite comfortable.

Pietro quickly moved to the kitchen, rumbling through the cabinets for some food while you sat on the couch, taking off your party shoes.

“Damn, papa didn’t supplied. We only have a few dry crackers.” He told with an upset grimace, but Wanda just sighs as she was taking a few items from her purse, most clothes and magical books.

“I’m sure we can hunt something in the morning, Pete.” She says and you watch her take the sorting hat out and throw it at your hands when she catches you looking. You mutter a thanks, focusing on the item on your lap. “Besides, you had a lot of cupcakes at the wedding, are you even hungry?”

“I’m always hungry, sestra.” Pietro retorts with amusement, making you laugh while Wanda rolls her eyes.

The hat was sleeping, and you decided to let him keep his peace. Getting up, you met the brunette halfway to the bedroom.

“You wanna take this room?” She asks with almost surprise, making you raise your eyebrow slightly.

“Well, is your room right? I assume we're sleeping in the same one.” You said, watching her blush a little.

“I-I guess.” She replied back but Pietro laughed behind you to make you look away from her.

“I refuse to deal with sex noises, i warn you two.” He teased while walking in your direction. “So, if things get heated, please use muffliato.”

“Merlin, Pietro.” Wanda mutters flushed, not meeting your gaze as she passes though you right to the room, throwing her clothes in the bed to organize in the small closet.

“Stop embarrassing her, or I will take your room and you’re sleeping on the sofa, asshole.” You warn Pietro with a bit of seriousness and playfulness, making him laugh with his hands in the air in surrender. You just push him slightly in the direction of his room before joining Wanda in yours.

“Hey.” You greeted her shyly as you watched her quickly putting away the clothes. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, sure.” She retorts without meeting your eyes. “We should take watch shifts, you know? Just for precaution.”

You frown slightly. “You can tell me if you don’t want to sleep in the same bed as me, Wands.” You joke but her expression makes your stomach flinch with a bitter feeling, as you assume that’s exactly what she meant. “Oh, o-okay. You can sleep, I will watch.”

Wanda makes a motion to say something but you rush outside the room right to leave the tent. You think Pietro ironized “nice one, Wands.” from the other side of the room, but you just kept walking until you’re outside.

You ignore the willingness to cry as you sit on one of the rocks on the ground, trying to distract yourself with the landscape, keeping an eye for any disturbance.

Many minutes before everything is quiet both inside and outside the tent, while you’re casting a spell to put on a fire in front of you, footsteps attract your attention.

You’re surprised to see Wanda leaving the tent, a blanket in her hands.

“Hi.” She says as she comes near to give you the item, and you smile briefly in appreciation before turning your attention back at the firepit you’re trying to build.

“I thought you were sleeping.” You mutter while she stood up there, looking around.

“I couldn’t.” Wanda answers, then lowers her gaze to her feet. “I always have trouble sleeping when you’re mad at me.”

You bite the inside of your cheek. “Well, I can block my feelings for you, don't worry.”

The harshness makes Wanda sigh a bit, but you just keep your eyes on the fire, that you finally manage to light up, aprrencianting the heating that comes from it.

“I don’t want you to.” She insisted. “I just want you not to be mad at all.”

“So now I can even feel angry?” You retort as you turn your gaze back at her with incredulity. “I’m sorry, what exactly am I allowed to feel, Wanda?”

She frowns with annoyance, crossing her arms. “You can feel whatever you want!” She clarifies angrily. “I just don’t want you to hate me for doing the right thing!” You sigh impatly. “Hate you? Are you even listening to yourself right now?” You retort. “I’m mad about you rejecting me, Wanda. About you making choices for myself. I’m mad because I love you and you won’t accept that.”

She doesn't hold your gaze, her eyes watering. You both just feel exhausted at this point.

Wanda takes a deep breath before speaking.

“You could have died today.” She started making you frown. “If you had accepted my spell, I wouldn't even be at the wedding, and you wouldn’t be on the run in Germany but at your home, safe.”

You run your hands through your hair, irritated by the return of this conversation, but Wanda just keeps talking. “The order would keep you protected and I would do what I’m suppose to be doing and-”

“You want me to leave?” You interrupt angrily, making Wanda widen her eyes, as she hesitates.

“I-”

“No, tell me.” You said as you stood up. “You think all your problems would be solved if I walked away for your life, is that it?”

“I didn’t say that.”

You roll your eyes. "You're talking about erasing us, Wanda.” You accuse with only hurt in your tone. “You keep bringing this up like is a casual fucking topic. I love you. And you tried to take that from me.”

Wanda swallows hard, her eyes full of tears like yours. “I was trying-”

“To protect me, yeah we've passed that.” You interrupt as you quickly wipe your tears away. “I just think you don’t even mean it anymore. Just get the fucking guts to tell me you don’t feel the same.”

Wanda locks her jaw, looking at you with fury. “Don’t say that.” She orders but you just give her a weak tearful laugh, but she doesn't fight. “That’s not true. I was trying to protect you, because you have no idea how much you matter to me.”

You shake your head, looking away from her. “Your way of showing is really weird, Wanda, I will tell you that.” You ironize as you let the tears flow. “Suggesting I’m better without you? Look at me, Wanda. I’m fucking miserable.” You declare as she looks at you, crying as well. You keep talking because you feel that you won’t if you don’t do it now. “I can’t sleep properly, or eat. I’m just angry. And so hurt. I keep thinking I’ve messed things up with us, when in reality, I’m always trying to make it right. To pass through everything so I can go back to you. So you don’t stand there and say that you’re doing this for me, because it’s not true!”

You moved away from her, a few steps after the fire to calm yourself and stop crying. Wanda sniffled softly.

“I remember you before.” She started after a moment, but you just kept looking at the landscape in front of you. “Before you met me. You were so happy, Y/N. And more importantly, you’re innocent. You were just this girl from hufflepuff with a talent for trouble and a loyal heart. Then you met me, and I watched the darkness I brought.”

You roll your eyes, pressing your hands on your face for a moment.

“Honestly, Wanda, this is ridiculous.” You mutter as you turn around. “What are you even saying? So what I grew up from that person I was? We all do.”

She shook her head. “You were tortured, Y/N.” She says making you swallow hard. “No once, no twice, but three times. All because of this fucking prophecy. God, your father is dead because of it!”

You frown, but Wanda kept talking, gesticulating impatiently. “Since I got into your life, I only brought pain and destruction, just like she said I would.” She confessed with a sob and you looked at her with both confusion and pain.

“What are you talking about Wanda? Who said that to you?”

The girl wipes her tears with her forearm, giving you a sad smile. “It’s my destiny, Y/N. Agatha read the darkhold for me in the third year and on. Scarlet Witchs can only bring destruction. And I tried to prove her wrong. I did.” She says as you’re too shocked to react. “Because you looked at me and said those gentle words and I tried to believe you, to push the truth away. But I see it now. I ruined you. This fucking power ruinned everything. And I’m so, so sorry. I wanted to protect you, and I wanted you to be free from me. Because you deserve so much better than me, Y/N.”

Your expressions soften immediately as you break the distance to hold Wanda. She fights against your hug before giving in, sobbing in your arms as you stroke her hair.

“Don’t say those things, Wanda.” You ask against her ear while she cries. “You are worthy of all my love, I swear you are.” You tell her but she just sobs against you, exhausted. “My sweet Wanda, how dare Agatha put those doubts in your head.”

"She 's right.” She manages to mutter against your shirt, but you shake your head.

“No, she 's not.” You say as you tighten your grip, knowing that feeling secure now it’s all Wanda needs. “You’re not evil, Wanda. You’re not bringing any destruction, or suffering. You’re not Mephisto, Wanda. You’re not the one taking lives for power, either you were the one who caused the bond either. You gotta spot blaming yourself for things that were out of your control.”

“Please, I'm so sorry.” She whispers against you, and you understand that she does not believe you. You wonder how many times Agatha told her that she was destined to bring pain, advising her to be alone. And how many times your words kept Wanda next to you, and your friends.

You just kept holding her. Promising yourself you would keep telling her how important she was, how good she was, until she believed you and saw it by herself.

It takes a few minutes for Wanda to calm down. You let her go after she pulls your shirt a bit, signalizing you to do that.

You guide your hands to her face, wiping the tears. “I love you, Wanda Maximoff. Don’t even forget that.” You whisper before kissing her forehead, smiling tenderly at her tired eyes.

She breathes superficially, due to the crying but she shares how she feels with you. How your words brought this comforting heat to her heart.

You’re about to tell her to get some sleep, when you two hear footsteps in the woods nearby.

About a second as you saw the group of looters, it was too late.

The spell hitted you on the ribs, the pain spread easily through your whole body as Wanda held you in her arms.

“N-no.” You heard her whisper as you cough on your own blood. Whatever was that, it was painful as hell, and Wanda only managed to avoid you hitting the ground as your knees gave up. “Please, keep your eyes open. Y/N, stay with me.”

You looked at her desperate eyes, but then someone pulled her by the hair, the grunt of pain made your body shiver with the scream she let go, which would definitely wake Pietro.

Coughing, it was getting hard to breathe beyond the pain. You could feel your chest wet with your blood as well.

You moved your head to the side to see the fight as the lights of spells began, but everything was getting blurry.

Footsteps get closer to you, and you gaps a bit when you recognize Hela Odinsdottir.

“Long time no see, Miss Stark.” She greets as she knees at your side. “I hear you took care of my little brother, so I’m sorry about the Sectumsempra, it’s nothing personal, I just like to watch the blood running on the ground.”

You looked away from her to Wanda, being held by a wizard twice her side, a weird chain in her neck, enchanted you realize as you notice the magic around it. It was not hard to understand it was a blocking spell, preventing her from using her magic as she struggled against it, while also blocking anything your connection could do to help.

It only got worse when she butted the wizard who approached from the front and the man let out an angry expression, slapping her face. She felt nothing because you took her pain, whimpering a little with excessive discomfort on your whole body. Hela looked at your red cheek with a curious expression.

“Interesting.” She mutters as she careless the slap mark on your skin. Then she turns her face to the other wizards. “Skurge, honey, would you be so kind as to slap the girl on the other side? I want to check something.”

The wizard looked confused but didn’t argue. You hold your breath, unable to avoid not taking Wanda’s pain in order to hide your abilities when that’s clearly what Hela wanted to see.

“Look at this, guys, the love birds can take each other’s wounds.” Hela mocked as soon as the mark appeared on your left cheek. “So Harkness was not lying after all.”

You heard the small commotion as Pietro woke up, but he was not able to fight the wizards as well, an expression of horror once he was brought outside to see you bleeding on the ground and Wanda being held like an animal.

“Too bad, I was excited to watch you die.” Hela declared as she raised her wand to your body, muttering a spell that made the pain easy a bit.

But as soon as you start to feel a little better, the same chains are put in your wrists and neck.

“No funny businesses, children.” Hela warned as she moved to bring everyone to the center, grabbing you by the arm with enough strength that made you grunt in discomfort. “I suppose you’re not needing this anymore.” She jokes as she casts a spell to set fire to the tent.

You try to look at Wanda, but the wizards seem to want to avoid this, as the witch holding you keeps a grip on the chain that prevents you turning your head to the sides.

“Did you guys find anything interesting in there?” Hela asked as she saw the two wizards rushing to move outside the tent when they noticed the fire, clearly upset that the witch did not wait for them to leave before casting the spell, but too scared to say anything.

“We’re not sure.” The taller one said as they held a bag to Hela, probably full with the stuff they got inside. “I think we can sell a few things, but nothing seems important.”

“Disappointing.” Hela commented as she ignored the bag and turned back to you and the others. “If I found out any of you are hiding my master’s necklace I will kill you all myself, darlings. Be sure of that.”

“We should move, Hela.” Skurge then says, sounding worried. “This is German territory, we might not be welcome.”

“I couldn't give a single fuck about politicies now, Skurge.” Hela retorts annoyedly, extending her shirt sleeve. The Hydra mark glowing on her arm.

"Let's call him, ended this for once." She says, ignoring the man's weak suggestion that they should go back to England before trying any of this.

You feel a sharp pain at the bottom of your head as Hela touches her arm with her wand, calling for Mephisto.

The Hydra mark starts to emerge in the cloud as well.

Wanda whimpers in pain next to you as well.

You think this is it. This is how it ends, somewhere in the woods. Being held like a wild animal, unable to help her escape. Falling from the promise you made her dad to protect her.

Suddenly, there's thunder in the sky. The Hydra vanishes with the noise before it’s finished forming.

Hela looked up with an angry and confused expression, but you kept your gaze behind her.

“Started the party without me, guys?” Agatha mocks with her wand in hands, the wizards tried to spell her, but she easily hit them with loud and shine charms, and you felt to your knees with the loose of the grip in your body, quickly moving to take the chains off Wanda and yourself as Agatha was dueling with Hela, who seemed to be a strong opponent.

“I must say it’s disappointing to see you following his steps, Hela.” Harkness mentioned out loud as you helped Wanda with the chains. “You had so much potential.”

“Do not patronize me, Miss Harkness.” Hela retorts with a smirk. “I’m at your level, not an apprentice to you in any way.”

“Keep telling yourself that, child.” Agatha mocks as she manages to hit a spell in the other’s chest, pushing her a few meters away with a grunt of pain.

Agatha moves quickly to reach the three of you, helping you free the magic chains with an enchantment.

Once you and Wanda are free, you move to Pietro, but something pulls him away.

You don’t know how Hela can control the chains, but it’s terrifying to watch her pull the item and drag Pietro by the neck, who is quickly too far away for you to reach.

Harkness gets up to duel again, but Wanda steps in front line, as Hela holds Pietro against her body. Any spells would hit him first.

“Give me the girls, Agatha.” Hela demands while she keeps the grips on Pietro chain, who is struggling to keep breathing. “They belong to my master.”

“Sorry, Hela, not gonna happen.” The former headmistress says with her wand in hands, but it's Wanda who takes a step forward, her eyes glowing red.

“Let him go.” She angrily says but Hela just smiles.

“I’ll break his neck if you don’t keep those pretty eyes of yours as green as this forest, sweetie.” Hela warned, making you hold your breath. Wanda hesitated, but her eyes remained red, as she seemed to try to think of a way to save her brother.

Pietro just looked at her, with an almost begging face, whispering with his mouth “Go.” without a sound. When Wanda didn’t move, he turned his gaze at you. You understood by the look in his eyes that he was asking for you to take her away, protect her. But Wanda would never forgive you if you left her brother behind. And Pietro saw that in your eyes as well.

So he decided that he was the only one who could do something about it.

Holding his breath so he wouldn’t suffocate on the chain, he fought against Hela’s grip, making her grunt in impatiently. Then a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, her long magical nails pierced his skin, right though the other side, the image making you and Wanda take a step forward in horror.

But Pietro just smiled as the grip on the chain loose, Hela rolling her eyes in boredom as he lost his balance a bit, bleeding. He knew it was a risk for his life, especially with a wound but it was necessary. So he grabbed Hela’s ankle and apparate.

Wanda screamed, launching herself forward, but too late.

They were gone.

“N-no.” She said looking around at the place her brother was once. “Pietro-what? Where?”

“We need to go.” Agatha said, ignoring the despair of the girl as she checked the sky. “I interrupt his call but he can still find us by the remains of the spell. We should leave now.”

“No, professor, Pietro, we need to-” You started but Agatha didn’t pay any attention to you as she moved to grab the bag the wizard had brought.

“Now, miss Stark.” She demanded as she extended her hand to you. “Before he finds Wanda.”

You swallow dry, accepting her words, and moving to take Wanda’s hand. Before she can say anything, you hold Agatha’s too, and the landscape spins around your eyes as you three apparate.

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[writemywaytoyourheart]

Aim For The Heart | Chapter 1: At First Sight

Pairing: hitman!jk x female reader

Genre: E2L, romance, angst, drama

WC: 4.5k

Warnings for this chapter: alcohol consumption, language, stalking kind of? I think that's all lol. Pls let me know if there is anything else I should put.

tag list; @teresaisla @hopekookies @moonchild1 @barbellastyles98 @ggukkieland @mwitsmejk @yukiehyukie

summary; Jeon Jungkook is an infamous hitman, known for his inability to fail at whatever job is thrown his way. At least, up until now. Y/n, a kind-hearted and full of life teacher, is his newest target. Jeon isn't sure who would put a hit on this seemingly innocent girl, but fortunately, that isn't his problem. All he has to do is pull the trigger. 

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A bright smile graces your features as you tuck the little star-shaped peanut butter and jelly sandwiches into a tiny container, just barely getting two of them to fit as you squish them down a tad bit in order to get the lid clipped on.

Then you grab a little tangerine and a cheese stick to drop into your lunch bag along with the sandwiches, counting the number of items aloud to yourself as they make themselves at home and then you zip it all up.

"Th-There we go!" You lift your lunch for the day in triumph.

Your phone startles you when it starts to ring, then you grapple in your purse to find it. You pull it out and answer right before the last ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey, girl! Are you ready to go? I'm downstairs." The voice of your best friend comes through the phone and you look at the clock on your microwave. You stare at the little black screen, confused as to why the time isn't showing up before remembering that you were never able to figure out how to display the clock when you bought the microwave three years ago. So, you hold your phone out to look at the time.

6:32

"Oh geez! I didn't r-realize the time. I'll be d-down in a minute, k?" You say, earning a lighthearted laugh from the girl on the other end.

"Take your time, hun. I'm not in any rush."

You thank her quickly and hang up, then you run to your room to grab your favorite pink cardigan and throw it on over your white shirt. As you're hurrying out and grabbing your lunch, you stumble and knock your knee into an open lower cabinet that you had forgotten to close the previous night after pulling a pan from it to make dinner.

"Ouch!" You hiss in pain and rub the sore spot, although it does nothing to ease the ache. Then you grab your purse and run outside, almost forgetting to lock the door. But you remember just in time and clumsily lock it before rushing down the stairs leading to the parking lot of your apartment complex.

Your best friend, Mina, is laughing. You can see her through the windshield as she waves to you. Lifting a hand to wave back, you don't realize in time that your arms are full. You drop your lunchbox and have to crouch to get it again, only taking up even more of your time.

But Mina finds it hilarious and tells you so as soon as you slide into the car and fumble with your seatbelt to get it buckled.

"Honestly, ___. I can't believe you're still single. If I wasn't straight as a board, I'd be head over heels for you and all your shenanigans." She states in a matter-of-fact tone as she pulls out of the parking spot.

A blush creeps up your neck and you try to laugh it off, "D-Don't be silly." You whisper, turning your gaze outside to look at the fluffy white clouds decorating the sky beautifully. You smile and lean your forehead against the glass as you imagine lying on a soft cloud, just drifting in the air.

"If you c-could go anywhere at all, where would y-you go?" You ask Mina suddenly, turning to her. Her eyes are focused on the road but she bites her lip in thought at your question. "Mm, probably Italy. What about you?" She's used to your sudden questions and ramblings, so she smiles when you start to go off.

"I'd wanna go up in the c-clouds. I wanna sit on one and maybe even see a r-rainbow up close! I wonder if I could slide down the rainbow..." Your brows furrow in deep thought. "Or would I f-fall?" You turn to her again and she glances over to see your signature puppy dog eyes that you use when you are either confused, upset, or want something.

Mina turns back to the road, a tiny ache in her heart that she hides with a bright smile, "Girl, you would ride that rainbow straight down into a pot of gold!"

"Really?" Your eyes widen and you feel your heart lift at the image.

She nods and you giggle happily, "You can come w-with me, Mina." You say confidently, your gaze turning back to the sky. "We can sleep in the clouds and slide down rainbows for the rest of f-forever."

"Sounds like a deal."

By the time Mina pulls up to the school, you've discussed everything you'd do up in the clouds and what you'd eat when you're hungry (stardust, you've decided, is the best meal anyone could eat.)

You unbuckle and gather your things. Then you remember something and turn back to Mina, "Oh yeah. W-When are you leaving on your business trip?" You ask a tinge of sadness in your voice.

"This weekend," Mina says solemnly. "I'm sorry I won't be able to drive you for a while. I'll be gone for a month this time."

That makes your heart sting but you manage a small smile, "D-Don't worry about me. I can walk! I'm gonna m-miss you though."

"I'll miss you too, buttercup. We'll hang out this Friday night before I leave the next day. How about that?" Mina asks kindly.

You nod enthusiastically and she smiles, "Ok, get your butt in there before you're late! The bell rings in half an hour and you can't be late on a Monday." She urges you and you nod, hopping out of the car and thanking her again for the ride, reassuring her that you'll walk home from work today.

You blow her a kiss and she laughs as you turn and hurry into the school.

You're all set up only a few minutes before the kids are supposed to arrive, so you go onto Pinterest and look through your fairytale boards, feeling a little spark of joy in your chest.

A couple of minutes later, the kids start streaming through the door, greeting you with the same amount of enthusiasm as you greet them. Your kiddos love you so much that all the other teachers are jealous and they let you know it every day. Of course, you have the sweetest kindergarteners and they're always the best for you.

"Hello, Teacher! Good morning Miss ___! Teacher, look at my new haircut!"

"Hi, Jina! Hello M-Minhhyuk! Kun, your new haircut l-looks so good!" All the kids have bright smiles on their faces by the time they've settled in their seats.

You always start the day off by getting everyone to stand and do a few stretches, then you sing the nursery rhymes you learned yesterday and start learning a new one. You honestly have as much fun as the kids during the school day.

"Ok, l-little ducklings, have a seat!" You get their attention and they immediately oblige. Next, is the alphabet that you guys have been working on since the beginning of the year. Every little one sings it perfectly all the way through and you give them a round of applause and they each get a little punch in their reward cards.

The rest of the day goes by smoothly, with only one temper tantrum thrown and that was resolved quickly.

It's nearing the end of the school day and the kids are all playing during their free time. You're sitting with Ae-Cha, a small and fairly quiet girl, playing with colorful blocks; the both of you competing to see who can build the highest tower. You've learned that she responds well to playing games when there isn't too much talking involved.

You're constantly glancing around the room to make sure everyone is safe and playing nicely and you're always pleased. They've all improved so much since the beginning of school back in September. It's June now and they've all learned their alphabet and how to play nicely with their new friends, along with so many other things. They've really made you so proud this year. You can even hear them reciting the alphabet and nursery rhymes to each other as they play.

Your heart warms at the sound of tiny voices filling the room as they sing. Then you glance at the clock and realize the bell will be ringing in a few minutes. So, you declare Ae-Cha the winner with her foot-high tower of blocks and she beams proudly. Then, you get up and clap three times, "One, two, th-three! Eyes on me!" You singsong, then smile when the kids immediately respond by clapping twice and shouting "One, two! Eyes on you!"

"G-Great attention today, everyone! Alright, the bell will ring soon. Who can tell me w-what that means? What are we doing n-now?" A few little hands go up and you point to the little boy that raised his first, "Yes, Joon Woo?"

"We...Uhm...time to clean up toys...Uhm..." You smile to encourage him and he finishes cutely, "Time uh, to clean up our toys and pack bags."

"Yes! Thank you, Joon Woo. It is t-time for us to clean up and make sure our bags are packed up and ready for h-home!"

The kids start to pick up their toys as you put on the cleaning song that you play every day for them. You all sing along until the room is all tidied and their bags are packed with their homework papers.

You always give them little mazes to do for homework to get their little brains to learn to concentrate, along with instructions on what to draw to show the class the next day. Today, their homework is an extremely easy maze, a coloring page with the alphabet and instructions to draw themselves doing their favorite activity. The kids always love drawing pictures and sharing them with the class and it's a good ice breaker for the shy ones at the beginning of the day.

You always have less and easier homework for the kids on Mondays and Fridays, it just seems fair to you that way. You also feel like it's good for kids to express themselves and be able to share what they like and dislike. You've found drawing helps with communication and creativity for the kids in your class.

The sound of the bell ringing makes a few of you jump, then you hurry to the door. "Alright, ducklings! T-Time to line up!" A few of the kids make quacking sounds as they line up, giggling and talking to their friends.

You smile and open up the door, holding it as the kids walk out in a straight line, some of them still quacking like little ducks.

You lead the kids to the front of the school and make sure they get into the correct line for the bus if they take it. You wave goodbye to them as the kids that take the bus climb on and they run to a window to wave back to you.

The rest of the kids that are left are soon picked up by their parents or siblings. You wave to Ae-Cha, the last student to be picked up. She smiles shyly and waves back before hurrying after her big sister.

After that, you go back to your classroom and finish a few things before packing up to go home. As you're leaving your classroom, you run into one of the other teachers coming from his own room.

"Oh, h-hello Mr. B-Baek!" You bow, missing the ugly sneer on his face as you smile brightly at him. He pushes his glasses further up his nose as he scrutinizes you with his beady little eyes. "You don't belong here, Miss ___." He snaps.

You look at him in confusion, "I-I'm sorry, I don't understand."

"I've waited the entire school year to say this to you. But now that we are nearing the end, I think you should know that you have no business being a teacher at this school. You ought to make the right decision to discontinue your work here." Mr. Baek watches your face fall with a sick sense of satisfaction.

"B-But, why?" You ask, still not understanding.

"First of all, you're inexperienced. You just got out of college last year, am I right?"

You nod uncertainly.

"You're still a child. Why should a twenty-two-year-old girl come marching in here and take a spot that should have been given to someone with more experience? And especially someone like you." He glares at you before turning on his heel and walking away briskly.

Someone like me? What does he mean by that?

You watch after him, feeling a tiny pinch in your chest. You aren't sure what he means, but whatever he's talking about, it sounds like he believes you shouldn't have become a teacher at all. At this school or another. You'll have to ask Mina later because you really have no idea where his rant came from.

Is there something wrong with you becoming a teacher?

You shake your head and laugh it off, "He's probably just had a bad day." You tell yourself as you make your way out of the school.

As you walk home, you sing quietly along with the song in your headphones, a little skip to your step.

You never notice the dark figure across the street, his eyes trained on your every move.

One day earlier...

Jungkook groans as he tosses and turns in bed, searching for his phone to turn the alarm off. He finally finds it and hits dismiss, tossing the phone back down and rubbing his eyes with a tired yawn.

After another minute he sits up and looks out the window, frowning at the sun seeping in and pooling across his floor in a golden river. He stares at a small bird that lands on his windowsill until it flies away.

Jungkook yawns again and reaches up to rub his eyes for the second time. After a few minutes, he's finally able to drag himself out of bed and into the shower. He almost falls asleep again in there, but he manages to make it out after half an hour.

With a towel wrapped around his waist, he makes his way to the kitchen and grabs a bottle of soju that's sitting on his tiny dining table to take a small swig from, finishing off what he'd left last night after his third bottle right before he passed out in bed.

He sighs and grabs a bagel, searching for the cream cheese he swears he saw in his fridge last night. A small smile appears on his lips when he finds it. He snatches it and makes sloppy work of spreading it on his bagel before tossing the leftover trash onto his counter and plopping onto the couch, snarfing down the first half of his bagel in thirty seconds.

Jungkook sighs through his nose as he tiredly chews his breakfast, then he glances down and sees the file he'd left open on his coffee table last night. He swallows the bite he has in his mouth and leans forward to read over it.

Y/L/N Y/N...

Why is that name so familiar?

He shakes his head and flips the file closed, then he leans back on the couch, wanting to spend his Sunday relaxing before he has to get to work on this case. He isn't going to think about it again until tonight.

Jungkook settles down and lays his head on the back of the couch, closing his eyes and breathing deeply.

He won't think about it.

Jungkook lays there for a minute, then he opens his eyes and lifts his head, glaring at the closed file on the little table.

He grunts in annoyance and drops the other half of his bagel onto the table, grabbing the file angrily and sitting back again. He opens it and starts to reread everything he's read many times since Friday. There's just something that has felt off since he met with Mr. Ling, but he can't put his finger on what it is.

Jungkook squints at the name he's read a thousand times.

Y/L/N...Y/N...

"Ugh." He rolls his eyes, frustrated at not being able to remember where he's heard that name before. Then he looks at the occupation.

Teacher at Sunshine Kindergarten.

His brows furrow again, much like they have each time he's read this. He's never had a hit on a teacher before, let alone a Kindergarten teacher. That's such an odd target...

Most of his targets in the past have been sleazy business owners, rapists, leaders of gangs that have terrorized neighborhoods for years, even other hitmen. He's never had a problem with those jobs, but there's something about this one that's telling him to be careful.

Maybe it's because he knows nothing about his client, except for the large sum of money he must have due to the pay he's been promised. Other clients of his were more than happy to explain why they wanted him to do what he does. They never paid him until after the job was done, either.

That leads Jungkook to believe that this guy (or girl) is desperate for his services, convincing him to do it with payment before and after. Almost as if Jungkook would refuse after he found out who the target was...

Jungkook flips the page and scrutinizes the picture of the target.

She's very simple looking, Jungkook thinks. The girl in the picture is wearing a white flowy skirt with a blue blouse that covers her whole arms and white chunky tennis shoes. Her hair is in a low ponytail and it seems like she has headphones in as she walks down the street. There's a tiny smile on her face as if she's thinking about something that makes her happy.

Jungkook doesn't find her particularly beautiful, but she isn't ugly either. She's just very...

Simple...

Jungkook shakes his head, his eyes going over the photo and the girl's smile one more time. Maybe she's a double agent? Or a part of the mafia disguising herself as a school teacher?

He can't figure it out.

It doesn't matter much though, the job seems simple enough and the pay is more than he's ever gotten. After looking through everything once more, Jungkook closes the file and grabs his bagel, quickly eating it before getting up to get dressed for the day.

That night, Jungkook lays out his outfit for the next day.

It's all black, but not suspicious-looking. After all these years, he's been able to design the perfect outfits to avoid attention being drawn to him and simple enough so that no one would think much of him if he were to catch anyone's attention.

It might seem simple, but he prides himself on being able to get each part of his job perfectly designed for each case he gets.

Heaven knows it's taken him years to accomplish.

After he's gotten that all figured out, he walks over to his closet and pulls out a small safe. Setting it on the bed, he swiftly unlocks it and looks inside. He pulls out a few things, examining each of them before he sets them one by one onto his bed. Once he's got the items all laid out, he steps back to look it all over.

"I should wait to decide..." Jungkook mumbles to himself. After a minute of staring at everything, he nods and gathers it all up, carefully putting it back into the safe and locking it tightly. Then he brings it back to his closet and shoves it into the darkest corner where it lives.

That can wait.

He pulls his phone out and checks the time.

11:45

"Damn it," Jungkook mutters. He had wanted to get some sleep earlier tonight since he would have to be awake early tomorrow.

He changes into some shorts, then he yanks his shirt off and immediately climbs into bed, not even bothering to shower or brush his teeth. He really couldn't care less with how tired he is. And he hasn't even started yet.

His alarm blares at an ungodly hour as Jungkook groans loudly, resisting the temptation to chuck his phone across the room.

"I hate Mondays." He mutters angrily, setting his phone back on the nightstand far from gracefully.

He miserably drags himself out of bed and into the shower, going through his morning motions almost like a robot. His brain isn't fully awake and it's just on autopilot right now.

An hour later, he's just finishing his coffee, his eyes no longer squinting in exhaustion. Jungkook unceremoniously drops his coffee cup into the sink, promising himself he'll clean it up later, then he sighs as he grabs his black boots, walking to the couch to sit and pull them on. After he's done lacing them up, he grabs the file he's been avoiding like the plague since yesterday morning.

He mutters to himself, looking at the name on the page.  

"I know that name."

Then he smacks his forehead to get himself to focus again. He stands up and folds the page with the girl's information and then her picture and tucks them into the inside pocket of his black jacket.

Time to get to work.

Jungkook spots the girl almost instantly, the second she steps out of a black car. He glances at the driver, but can only see a person with shoulder length black hair waving. The girl from the picture has a bunch of things in her arms as she blows a kiss to the short-haired driver.

Jungkook has been here since six-thirty in the morning and just as he was beginning to think she called in sick for work, he's finally gotten a chance to see this girl in person. She looks exactly as he remembers from her picture...plain.

She's even wearing the same white skirt and chunky tennis shoes, although this time she has a different top. Her hair is in a high ponytail this time.

"Well, ___. Nice to meet you." Jungkook mutters, watching closely.

After a moment, the black car drives away as the girl scurries into the school, tripping on the last step before straightening herself out again, then disappearing from his sight.

Huh.

Jungkook stares at the door for another minute, then he makes his way to the stores nearby, knowing he's gonna have to wait until the girl leaves. School for the young kids typically gets out at around three-thirty. So, he'll have to be back here around then.

He's definitely going to need to find something to do to kill time.

Jungkook heaves a sigh of relief when he hears the school bell finally ring.

He hurries from the clothes store he was browsing and down the street a block until he's almost across the street from the school. He finds a good spot where he can sift through some newspapers at a little stand and still have an eye on the school.

After a minute, he sees a long line of tiny children coming out from the school. The girl is with them and smiling brightly. Jungkook thinks he can hear some of the kids quacking like ducks. He tries not to look puzzled as he goes back to talking to the person working the paper stand. Jungkook makes small talk with the old man, still keeping an eye on the girl across the street as she waves to each child that leaves.

If she's some mafia boss disguised as a kindergarten teacher, she's one hell of a good actress.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" The old man inquires curiously.

Jungkook laughs softly and shakes his head, "No. I've been so busy with my work I never got the chance to date."

The man nods knowingly. They chat a bit more and Jungkook finds himself trying to balance talking to the man and watching the girl.

"Well, did you want to buy a paper for the day?"

Jungkook turns his gaze back to the old man and nods, "Yes. Two, please. My neighbor would probably enjoy one as well."

The old man laughs and nods, taking the money Jungkook hands him and giving him two papers, "What a kind young man you are. Someday you'll find a lovely young lady, don't you worry, son. You will realize that work is important, but love is even more so."

Jungkook just laughs and thanks the man, then he opens the paper as he slowly starts walking, pretending to read.

He stops at a bench and sits down to wait. The girl went back into the school a few minutes ago, hopefully, she won't be in there long.

Luck seems to be with him today, because, after only about five minutes, Jungkook sees a familiar white skirt flowing as she skips down the steps of the school.

He folds his paper carefully, tucking it into his back pocket. The girl puts little earbuds in and immediately starts to mouth the words of whatever song she's listening to. Jungkook tugs his black baseball cap down a little more as he follows on the other side of the street.

The girl has a bag decorated with cupcakes and cookies that bounces up and down as she dances a little.

What is she, twelve?

Jungkook watches in confusion as the girl stops to pet a dog, giggling when the puppy licks her hand. She straightens up, then after another minute, she seems to get distracted by something else.

Jungkook looks carefully and notices she's picked up a flower that was laying on the ground, seemingly trampled on. She gently holds it in her hands as she continues on her way. It goes on like this for the next fifteen minutes, the girl waving to people and smiling almost the whole way.

By the time she is walking up the steps to her apartment, Jungkook is dying to just get back home. That must have been the longest most annoying walk he's ever taken while tracking someone. The girl had stopped over twenty times, distracted by something else each time, he's sure of it.

Just to be sure, Jungkook lingers around the apartment building a little longer, but when it seems apparent that the girl is going to be staying there, he finally heads home.

Geez, Jungkook thinks in annoyance as he climbs the stairs that lead to his own apartment. His head is spinning with so many questions while he unlocks his door and yanks his boots off with a groan.

But when he plops down onto his bed in his tiny studio apartment, he just stares at the ceiling, his mind suddenly blank apart from one question.

Who in the hell would put a hit on this girl?

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a/n: I hope you guys are liking the setup so far, thank you for all the positive reactions from the prologue!

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Daydreams and Tickles ~ Ruby Martinez

Summary: You get distracted while Ruby rambles. 

Word count: 3.3k

Pairing: Ruby Martinez x Fem!Latina!Reader

Warnings: Tickling, Kissing, Suggestive dialogue (Innuendos, dirty jokes, etc) If we missed something let us know!

A/N: Hiya, it’s been a while, we are going to try to post at least a monthly one shot, but won’t make any promises. Hope you all that read this enjoy this!

You were awoken by the sound of notifications going off loudly. You stirred around on your bed, trying to ignore the cacophony of dings your phone kept emitting. Groggily, you made a mental note to silence your phone from now on. When you could finally look at the screen without it blinding you, you scrolled through the seemingly endless string of texts Ruby had sent to the group chat, “The Gnomies”. Yes, Jamal came up with it. Yes, everyone tried to change it, but he just kept changing it back so they gave up. You groaned as you read the messages. ‘Be here at one on the dot,’ the last message read, ‘mandatory meeting’. That was less than half an hour from now. Lazily getting out of bed, you started getting ready. After brushing your teeth and making your hair look somewhat presentable, you threw together an outfit that resembled a picture you had seen on Pinterest after looking up ‘grunge aesthetic’. You liked trying out different styles constantly, feeling like every single one of them suited you, but none of them could get you to commit to them for more than a month. Satisfied with the way you looked, you left your room, grabbed your keys and skateboard, and started to skate your way to Ruby’s house. Midway, though, you decided to take a detour and get some food—junk food, to be precise—knowing that you would not be able to handle a hyperactive Ruben on an empty stomach.

You left the joint with two bags full of food, hoping bribery would get you out of being lectured by Ruby about punctuality. You balanced the bags on both hands like a scale as you focused on not falling from your board on the way there. Making the last turn to Ruby’s house, you miscalculated the speed you were going at and had to hop off the board, letting it crash against the curb. Though you fell on your ass, you made sure to hold the food up keeping it safe and sound. Holding both bags in one hand, you retrieved your skateboard and walked up to the door, but it flung open before you could even think about knocking. Ruby stood on the other side with a scowl. You smiled sheepishly, extending one of the bags to him. 

“You’re very late! Did you get me fries with that? Also where are the others?!" Ruby said all in one breath.

"First of all, I know I'm late, but I'm sorry to inform you that you are not more important than food.” Ruby scowled and was about to protest, but you kept speaking before he could utter a word. “Secondly, yes, I did get you fries, you impatient goblin. I mean, what do you take me for? A monster?” You pretended to be offended, but Ruby simply looked annoyed by the dramatic display. “Just know that when I win my first Oscar I will not be thanking you, Ruben.”

“Yeah, yeah if you say so—also don’t call me that. Can you get to the most important question now?”

“Damn, someone hasn’t had their daily handy.” You laughed in astonishment, amused by how much irritation Ruby had in him.

“Seriously, Y/N, this is serious!” His voice raised an octave, causing it to crack, and you had to bite back a laugh.

“A la jaula, bestia, a la jaula,” you began, laughter causing your words to come out like wheezes. Ruby spared you one death stare, and you somehow found your composure. “Look, I have no idea where everyone else is. I, honestly, thought everyone was already here and that you were waiting on me.”

“So, you thought they were here and didn’t think to bring them food?” Ruby questioned.

“Do I look like I have enough money to feed todos esos trogloditas? I brought you food with hopes of getting out of the ‘Punctuality Lecture’, but seeing as they aren’t here, guess that spares me.” You dropped the skate on the entryway, pushing past Ruby to sit on the couch.

“And here I was beginning to think you favored me from the rest.” Ruby sighed with disappointment before raising his voice dramatically. “When in reality, it was just BRIBERY!” he exclaimed, his voice cracking once more as he fake sobbed while clutching the food. You clapped as you opened your food, ready to dig in.

“Damn, man, I better watch out, otherwise you’re probably going to win that Oscar before me,” you said as you began stuffing your face.

“Are you calling me dramatic?” He placed his free hand over his heart.

“Oh, without a shadow of a doubt, now sit down and eat.” With your fork, you pointed at him then towards the couch. Instead of sitting, he started pacing around the coffee table, and you watched him as you munched on your sandwich and fries. He stopped for a second to place his bag of food down, yet he didn’t sit down to eat it. He kept going around the small table at a pace too quick for your eyes to keep up without feeling dizzy. “Wow, man, slow down. Me mareas con tus vueltitas.” He only huffed. “Ruben, seriously, I did not buy that for you to let it go to waste. At least breathe and stress eat.” He whipped around at the mention of his full name.

“I thought I told you not to call me that,” he reminded you exasperatedly. “Anyway, I can’t eat right now. I have many thoughts whirring in my brain, and it’s making me sick. Do you know why I called you guys here? Well, if you’re here, you must have read the messages—” Ruby was rambling on and didn’t even stop in between sentences to take a breath so you cut him off. 

“RUBEN!” He ceased all movement so abruptly that a skid mark could’ve possibly been seen in the spot where he stopped. “Could you get to the point,, please? You’re making my head hurt.” You completely ignored his previous statement and pressed the tips of your fingers to your temples. Rolling his eyes at you he sat on the other end of the couch and took his food out. After a few angry munches, he turned to face you, the grease of the food that was plastered on his mouth drawing your attention to his lips. 

“Alright, since the others aren’t here yet, I’ll just start telling you my new ideas for income.” He stopped eating and started chattering and chattering and chattering… 

You don’t know when it happened, but at some point, he stood up and began pacing around the living room again. You stopped listening about half an hour into his ramble, zoning out and staring blankly at him. Your mind got the best of you, and you started to remember why you liked Ruby. What brought this on? You didn’t know. Maybe it was how much passion he put into his pointless arguments, or maybe even that you found it totally adorable that he was practically unable to lie because he would start sweating like a pig on a stick. Maybe it was the way he smiled at you, the tendency he had to correct everything you said matter-of-factly, or maybe it was his dangerously absurd perfectionism. It could be one of his many qualities, good or bad, you didn’t care. Your eyes trailed to his lips once more. They were so full and pink it was hard not to stare—slightly chapped too, but that wasn’t a problem to you. You imagined running your thumb over them, pulling them close to yours and then just crashing them together. Your breath hitched in your throat at the thought of you and Ruby making out. It wasn’t an uncommon thought of yours, seeing as you’ve been dreaming about it happening almost every night since you discovered what hormones could do. 

There was always Cesar, you thought. He was the “face” of the group after all, but that got to his brain sometimes. Nothing more dangerous than a cholo who’s aware of his good looks. You grimaced slightly. Cesar’s ego was one of the many reasons why you never developed an emotional nor carnal liking to the boy. You’d rather leave him to Monse, plus you wouldn’t dream of getting caught in the middle of their toxic and manipulative games. But that’s beside the point. You were abruptly brought back to reality by Ruby waving his hands in front of your face, occasionally snapping his fingers. Shaking your head to shake out the thoughts, you noticed Ruby was now standing on top of the coffee table, being careful not to step on either of your foods.

“PAY ATTENTION TO ME, (Y/N)!” Ruby whined. You held back a chuckle at how funny he looked. His small body barely added to the coffee table’s weight. Deciding to play it cool, you shrugged nonchalantly.

“What’s your fuzz? I am listening to you. Have been for the past hour and a half.” 

Ruby squinted his eyes at you. “No, you weren’t. I know that face. You were very deep in your thoughts. What’s going on in that pretty, little head of yours?” You freaked internally. 

He’s onto us, you told yourself. “Yes, I am onto you, (Y/N), that’s why I asked. Keep up.” He looked at you like you were stupid. Wait how did he—Can he read my mind?  Blink twice if you can read my mind. Ruby blinked twice, and you felt like a rock dropped in your stomach.

“Oh shit,” you whispered under your breath.

“Before you throw up on my couch, I’ll have you know I can’t read your mind. You were just speaking out loud.” You threw yourself backwards unto the couch, grabbing a pillow to cover your face. After making a mental note to slam your head against the nearest wall later, you decided you were not going to make a further fool of yourself. 

“I wasn’t not paying attention; I was just—”

“I am the king of bad excuses, babe, so spare me your lies.” You blushed at the nickname and prayed he wouldn’t notice. “Now since there is obviously something more important on your mind, speak,” he demanded. 

You weighed your options. You could either try to lie and hope he’d let you off the hook, which was not likely, or you could tell him the truth and risk your friendship being awkward from now on if he didn’t feel the same way—and with your luck he most likely didn’t. A few more silent seconds passed before Ruby spoke once more, “Don’t make me take drastic measures on you, (Y/N). I will have no mercy.” He eyed you with determination. You scoffed in disbelief.

“What could you possibly do to torture me, Ruben?” You mocked him, stretching out his name. Ruby smirked.

“Oh, you’ve done it now.” He jumped from the coffee table, landing on top of you and successfully pinning you to the sofa. You giggled and tried to get away from his grip, but it was surprisingly strong. Ruby chuckled at your failed attempts to break free. “Now, you’re going to tell me what I want to know, or else,” he brought his lips close to your ears, “you’ll pay for it with your melodious laughter.” Your eyes widened in realization as his words sank in.

“No, not the tickles,” you begged him playfully. He nodded while mischievously smirking. 

“One last chance, are you gonna talk?” You shook your head.

“In your dreams,” you defied. 

“I was hoping you’d say that.” In seconds, his hands went to your sides and laughter erupted from your throat in loud cackles.

“Stop, Ruby—Stop!” you tried to articulate between laughs. He shook his head no.

“Not until I get what I want.” He said between laughs as well, since in retaliation, you had managed to start tickling him as well. The sound of his own laughter mixed with yours was like music to your ears.

“N—Never!” You still mutinied. His fingers only increased their pace and not in ways you’d like. Your stomach was starting to hurt and you were running out of breath, leaving you with just one option. Well, it was now or never. 

“I WAS THINKING ABOUT KISSING YOU,” you blurted; his movements ceased, “I have been since we were in middle school.” You closed your eyes, concentrating on catching your breath. Ruby released you and got off of you, running his hands through his hair in deep thought. You sat up and covered your face with your hands. “This is going to be so awkward now,” you muttered through your hands but it came out like an incoherent jumble of sounds. You moved your hands to sneak a peek at Ruby. Your muffled words didn’t even faze him.

“Ruby?” You looked over at him. His eyes met yours, and he struggled to bite back a laugh. Great, you thought, he thinks I’m a joke now. 

“About time.” He grumbled and sighed.

“What?” You were very confused. What could he possibly mean by that?

 “I said ‘about damn time,’ (Y/N).” His suppressed laughs turned to a shy grin. Still confused as ever, you tried your best to gather your thoughts and form a coherent sentence.

“Wait, YOU KNEW?” You felt sick to your stomach now. All this time, you thought you had been successful at keeping your feelings hidden and sealed away, but now it turns out even he knew.

“Well, yeah, I’ve known for a couple of months now.” He shrugged it off as if it were obvious. 

“Months?!” This was unbelievable. You abruptly stood up and faced him, hands on your hips. “So, you’ve known for months and you didn’t think for one second to tell me? At least, have the decency to confront me, damn it.” You found yourself feeling dumbfounded, feeling toyed with. Ruby reached out to you, holding on to your forearm and pulling you back to sit on the couch. You let him.

“Cesar and Jamal implied it once during one of our guy’s nights, and ever since then, I kind of started paying more attention. Ergo, leading me to the conclusion that you liked me,” he explained. “If it makes you feel any better, the clues to your feelings were very subtle so, I would have probably never noticed if it hadn’t been brought up.” Ruby was trying his best to cheer you up, but you still felt extremely embarrassed by the fact that your secret crush wasn’t so secret. 

“Why would they even bring that up, in the first place?” you questioned, annoyed.

“Well, I may or may not have made a comment about how I thought I was starting to develop feelings for you and the guys just jumped on that and told me that you liked me too,” Ruby admitted shyly, rubbing his neck awkwardly. 

“So, if you like me back, then why didn’t you say anything or make a move when you figured out I actually felt the same way?” You felt bad for interrogating him like that, but you were in dire need of answers.

“I just didn’t know how to bring it up, and even if I did, I wouldn’t have known how to say I liked you back without, probably, choking on my own saliva.” He chuckled lowly, afraid that if he laughed too loud, he’d set you off again. “You know I’ve never been good with the ladies, (Y/N).” You grimaced at the memory of all of Ruby’s failed love attempts. 

“Well, you already knew I liked you—it was a matter of saying three words, eight letters,, and I would’ve been yours months ago.” You pushed his shoulder playfully, the anxiety and embarrassment you had felt washing of and making room for the still-settling realization of having confessed your feelings. Ruby leaned back into you, your legs brushing, causing you to take notice of your proximity. Your hands fell upon each other’s, and you looked up to meet his eyes. You started leaning in, maintaining eye contact as you got closer.

“Ruby,” you started, but he shook his head. 

“Don’t think, act,” he said as he grabbed the back of your neck, crashing your lips together. All your late night fantasies crashed at once, the real thing surpassing each and every one of them. Kissing Ruby felt like a kaleidoscope of butterflies got loose in your stomach—it felt like your heart alone was running a marathon. Kissing Ruby was soft and messy, your lack of experience shining through-. Ruby kept pressing himself to you, making sure there was absolutely no space between you. You had to resort to lying down, pulling Ruby on top of you, not once breaking the kiss. Due to the new position, one of his hands made its way to rest on your waist and the other cupped your cheek. Your hands around his neck were pulling him impossibly closer, and in that moment, your body felt like it was exploding with fireworks, warm all over. You didn’t break away until you needed to  breathe, a goofy smile plastering itself on your face. Ruby held the same expression as you as he looked down at you. As you started leaning in for another kiss, the door burst open. You pushed Ruby off of you, causing Ruby to fall on the ground with a thud. 

“Uh, what’s going on here?” Jamal asked.

“Told you guys it would work.” Cesar had the biggest, cockiest smirk on his face. You and Ruby shared a confused look and stared back at the very late rest of the crew.

“Yep, just like you said. A couple of hours alone, and they were all over each other.” Monse said, trying her best to refrain from laughing.

“I think our little man, Ruby, just popped his cherry.” Cesar wiggled his eyebrows. Monse’s eyes widened and she broke down laughing. 

Irritated enough, you finally spoke up, “Slow your roll, Little Spooky, we’re not like you and Monse.” You shot at him defensively, and Monse choked on her laughter. “No offense,” you added, not wanting to stir up any drama.

“None taken,” Cesar assured. Ruby got off the ground and reclaimed his seat beside you.

Leaning over, he whispered, “Why can’t we be like them?”

“Keep it in your damn pants, Ruben.” You nudged his side and he raised his hands in surrender.  

In retaliation, though, Cesar sat between you and Ruby. You shared a look of annoyance before Cesar asked, “Are you going to finish that?” referring to the forgotten leftover cluttering the small table. 

“Go crazy.”

“Suit yourself,” you and Ruby at the same time.

As Cesar dug in Jamal spoke up, “Can we just skip to the part where Ruby yells at us for being late and starts talking non-stop?” 

“No, man, not today.” Everyone looked bewildered. “Cesar why don’t you take that home? Yes, okay, bye,” Ruby dismissed him.

“Wait, woah, the hell man?” Cesar questioned as Ruby used all his might to get him off the couch. 

“You can all come back tomorrow, on time, and we’ll talk about my idea.” He said shooing them all away. 

“Are you freaking serious?” Monse got angry quickly.

“Hey, not my fault you decided to play cupid and be late on purpose.” Cesar, Jamal, and Monse shared looks of pride at Ruby’s statement. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some wasted time to make up for with my new girlfriend so, bye!” 

“Whatever you say, man,” Cesar said as he opened the door with one hand, the leftovers in the other. When Jamal and Monse were outside he said, “Just remember sin gorrito no hay fiesta.” He immediately shut the door after himself, but that didn’t stop Ruby and you from yelling after him.

“Fuck off, Cesar!” You both yelled with smiles on your faces as you looked at each other. With everyone else gone, Ruby cupped your cheek once more and tenderly kissed you until you had to head back home. That night you slept peacefully, no longer having to dream and wonder about how kissing Ruby would feel like.

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