#sorry its turned from buck to jesse

[soulofapatrick]

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy - Jesse x Reader

Summary: Jesse and Y/N are in a secret relationship that has you two always trying to rile each other up until you’re hot and bothered

Words: 2.3K 

Warnings: Smut; not much plot, mostly smut; lots of fluff too obvs

Notes: IT’S BEEN ADDED TO; I’m going to write one for Joel and Tommy with the same title

Y/N’s POV

“Have you heard of save a horse, ride a cowboy?” A sultry sweet voice appears beside me, having me turn away from the conversation I was having with Ellie while waiting for our drinks. It’s a kid not much younger than me leaning against the bar with a coy smile. It sends shivers up my spine, this kid very much not my type with his pasty white skin and messy blonde hair, blue eyes bright and beady as if they’re trying to undress me where he stands. He’s just in it for the sex. Ellie and I get it all the time being kids of the Miller brothers - if you’re in with the Millers you’re practically royalty so of course it doesn’t hurt to bruise his ego a little.

Our drinks are put down and Ellie grabs them, knowing I’m not going to go sleep with his guy. I do play along with him, pressing the palm of my hand on his chest as if feeling him up, flicking my eyes up to his in the most flirty way I can before leaning close and whispering, “Sorry sugar, you’re not the cowboy I plan on riding tonight.” Eyes burn into my back and I know exactly who it is so I’m gripping Ellie’s wrist and pulling her away while the kid hurls an insult or two at me. Those familiar dark eyes finding mine, anger and lust in them as we approach the booth. 

“What did you say to him?” Ellie asks as we sit down opposite Dina and Jesse with Dina glancing at Jesse worriedly as he’s holding his glass a little tight. I can’t help the smirk that finds its way to my lips so I just causally take a long sip of my drink, not sure what it is. Tastes like a sweetened cider but it’s what I always have and I fucking love it. 

“He’s not the cowboy I plan on riding tonight.” I shrug and Jesse spits out his drink while Dina and Ellie laugh, little do they know Jesse’s eyeing me up hungrily now with no anger in his umber eyes anymore. We’ve been together for months now but aren’t quite ready to tell anyone about us which leads to a fun game of who can rile up the other the most before we’re back at either of our houses. Then we’re attached to each other which is expected as I’d say we’re still in the honeymoon phase of our relationship and I fucking love it, hoping we stay like this forever just ya know… with others knowing instead but I’ll wait as long as needed as I love him so much. 

The way he rakes his eyes down my body over the rim of his glass has me hot and bothered and I’m downing the last of my drink, standing up and telling them “I think I’m gonna go find that cowboy now.” 

Ellie and Jesse chortle their goodbyes while Dina yells after me to find them later to gossip about this cowboy. It has me laughing giddily as I practically break into a sprint once outside, heading straight to mine, unlocking the door and kicking my shoes off, hanging my jacket up and waiting. It doesn’t take long, maybe ten, fifteen minutes, before my door is opening and Jesse’s lanky frame appears. He makes quick work of his shoes and jacket before stalking over to me until my back hits the wall and his velvety lips are on mine in a hungry kiss that has me mewling. His hands are on my hips, holding me in place to stop me bucking up for friction as his lips migrate to that sweet spot just below my jaw. 

He bites, hard, before soothing it with his tongue and I’m mewling, his name falling from my lips as I tip my head back to give him more access. A satisfied sound rumbles in his chest as those nimble fingers begin unbuttoning my shirt, lips trailing down my neck and past the valley of my breasts, going lower and lower until he’s sinking to his knees. My thighs squeeze together in anticipation, core aching and needing him so badly. 

“You’ve been teasing me all night, dancing with Dina and swinging those beautiful hips.” Jesse growls against my hip, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as he pops the button on my jeans. It has my hips moving forwards for some friction but he presses the palm of one hand against my abdomen, tsking as he shimmies my jeans down my legs with one hand, doing it so slowly it’s almost painful and that ache between my legs getting worse as I whine. He doesn’t take his time with my soaked underwear, practically ripping them from my legs, “I’ll trade for more I promise.” He soothes when he throws the now torn fabric across the room. 

“Jesse! O-oh fuck!” My hand flies to his hair when he parts my folds then delves in like a starved man, lips latching onto the nub that has me jolting. The pleasure radiates through my whole body when he begins to explore, tongue licking bold stripes up my folds before he pushes it into my throbbing mound. It’s as if he steals all the air from my lungs, my hips rolling into every thrust until he’s holding me back against the wall, his moan vibrating through my whole body. 

It doesn’t take long for that feeling to begin bubbling up, my thighs shaking with the effort of trying to stay standing as his nose bumps my clit and he’s drawing moans and whimpers from me, my hand tugging at his hair as my hips fight to rock into his movements. His name falls from my lips in a whimper when my walls begin to flutter around his tongue and my eyes roll back into my head when his fingers begin to rub circles into my clit, my whole body tensing as I ride out wave after wave of pleasure and my mind going blank. 

“Sweetheart,” Jesse’s back on his feet, body pressed against mine and fingers under my chin, guiding me into a hot and dirty kiss. Tasting myself on his lips should be disgusting but it just turns me on again, that ache coming back and I’m pulling him closer, my hands tugging at his shirt as he’s wearing too many layers. He complies and my hands fly to his jeans, unbuttoning them and pushing them down far enough for his girthy length to spring out, slapping against his stomach with the head weeping for attention. I go to sink to my knees, reciprocating the act but Jesse’s grabbing my thighs and whispering for me to jump so I do, wrapping my legs around his waist. 

My nails dig into Jesse’s shoulders as he slowly slides me down until he’s bottoming out, his head falling onto my shoulder as he waits for me to adjust, panting against my neck hot and heavy. It’s dizzying how breathless he leaves me, how he can leave me yearning more from just a single touch and the glide of his dick against my walls has my back arching. His name falls from my lips like a prayer as he grinds his hips up into me, causing a delicious friction against my clit but I want more. I need more. I’m wrapping my legs around his waist tighter and tugging at his hair so I can draw him into a messy kiss that has us both breathless. It’s like we’re one, understanding each other without having to say a single word as he feels the want and hunger for more too, his pace becoming rougher and faster but, with no much love and passion. 

“Fuck, Jesse,” I’m panting head flung back as he grips my hips, forcing me down to meet every thrust up with my back pressed against the wall. My shirt is open and my hair a mess, bare skin littered with hickeys and bites. Jesse’s hair plastered to his forehead, umber eyes almost black with lust and I’m hoping that glimmer in them is love but I’m too far gone to really think about it too much. His bare chest is shining with a light sheen of sweat, just as bitten and bruised as mine with a few extra scratches adorning his back and his lips oh so kiss swollen. Everything is hot and sensitive and I don’t think I can handle round three when he wraps those long and delicate fingers around my throat, causing my eyes to roll back as my legs tighten around his waist. 

“That’s it baby, you’re doing so good.” He’s cooing, thrusts getting sloppier the more I clench around him. 

“Hey Y/N, have you seen Jesse? I-AHHH FUCK!” Jesse freezes, my eyes flying open to see Ellie standing in the doorway, hand still on the door handle and mouth dropped open in shock. None of us knowing how to react to this as no one knows about me and Jesse, we wanted to keep it a secret for a little while longer but now that plans out the window with the way Ellie continues to stare before yelling, “USE THE FUCKING BEDROOM NOT THE LIVING ROOM.” 

“It’s my house!” I snap back, frustrated that I’m on the brink of bliss, Jesse twitching against that sweet, sweet spot as he’s got his face buried in the crook of my neck in embarrassment, “Get out!” 

“We’ll be at mine, see you soon.” There’s a knowing smile on her lips before she’s gone with the click of the door. I don’t have time to do anything before Jesse slams up into me one last time, biting a new hickey under my jawline as I feel him fill me up and it causes me to follow him, body tense as wave after wave of pure ecstasy ripples through me until I’m slumping against his chest. He just holds me, trailing sweet kisses from my jawline and up my cheek until he’s drawing me into a lazy kiss. 

“Should we face the music?” He mumbles into the kiss, a soft sigh escaping him as he slips out and helps me stay standing with a strong arm around my waist as my legs shake. 

“Shower, ” I mumble back, rest my forehead against his chest and he seems to agree by the light rumble in his chest, “Then I’ll face Ellie and Dina.” 

He hums, lips against my neck as he walks me backwards towards the bathroom but we don’t make it that far, the back of my legs hitting the edge of the bed as he murmurs, “Thought you planned on riding a cowboy.” 

“Hmmmm, maybe I will.” 

It’s enough for him to push onto the bed, climbing over me and pressing open kisses along my neck and any bare skin he can find. I’m so enthralled by this man I’d do anything for him and I know it’s vice versa, the way his hands trail over my skin it makes me feel like the prettiest person in the world. It makes me shy every time he sees me, the way he looks at me, deep eyes full of emotions that make me weak at the knees and I want to just disappear unable to process the feeling in my chest. Jesse’s going it now, leaning on his right forearm to prop himself as he just watches me, featherlight touches skimming up and down my stomach and legs before he’s leaning in as if to kiss me but he stops centimetres away, whispering, “I love you.” 

Those three words are paralysing, stealing the air from my lungs in a different way as he waits to see how I respond to him whispered honesty. My body doesn’t know whether to cry or kiss him so I opt for the latter, my hands tangling in his already messy hair and yanking him down into a passionate kiss before mumbling those three words back against his lips. He’s smiling into it now, the kiss turning intense as if we’ll die without the other. Hands exploring each other as we just take in this new feeling, this new passion and this new love, wanting it to last forever. 

Everything is slow and full of love this time when Jesse rolls us over so I’m on top, the way his eyes trail over my body, thumbs rubbing circles into my hips and his bottom lip between his teeth. Those umber orbs flick back up to mine as he slowly begins to move my hips, folds sliding over his hard length and coating it in my juices, teasing us both until neither of us can wait much longer. He slides in with ease and we both let out a breath as he bottoms out, everything feeling different this time and more intense somehow. I begin to grind my hips against his, watching the way his eyes slip shut and his hands tighten on my hips trying to just hold me in place and a moan escapes his parted lips. 

“Baby girl,” He whimpers, forcing his eyes open to meet mine, “I want this to last.” 

I get it, I want this to last too, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to his lips in understanding. The angle causes him to slip out a little so he’s pushing me back up and this time he hits that bundle of nerves and I’m tightening around him in pleasure and he’s hissing. The ache is too much for me not to move so slowly, I raise myself until just the tip is still inside me before sinking all the way back down. It doesn’t take long for us to find a rhythm, my hands splayed across his chest for balance and his hands are around my wrists, having moved from my hips to give me free rein. I’m not going to last long with the way I’m already fluttering around him and he’s not far behind, dick twitching with every slide but I want to savour this so I swap back to grinding. 

“Fuck,” I’m panting, my thighs burning as they clamp against Jesse’s sides, arms giving way and I’m collapsing on top of him. He moves his arms to wrap around me as he thrusts up into me a few more times before his hips are stuttering and he’s drawing me into a open mouthed kiss and I think I come again from the feeling of him filling me up, “I love you Jesse.” 

“I love you too Y/N.” He murmurs back, both of spent and sated and ready for sleep,  Ellie and Dina long forgotten along with the locking of my front door as I roll off of him. He just pulls me to him and grabs the end of the duvet, tucking us in before he’s kissing my forehead and we let ourselves drift off with the knowing that we’re in love.  

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[dontfeeltoohot]

New profile pic. I’m in love.

[babygirl-diaz]

Samsteve prompt. Established Sam/Steve and Sam is splashed with a love potion so for the next 24 hours, everyone is in love with him. Would love to see this from Steve's POV

((Wow this ask has been sitting in my inbox for over a month. I finally got around to write! I apologize for being so late, anon. I hope this fic finds its way to you!))

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Steve blamed Thor for Sam’s current predicament. He’s the one who brought the love potion to the party after his latest visit to some planet with the Guardians and accidentally splashed it all over Sam. Now Sam smelled of citrus and lavender (It was a delightful smell), and oh yeah, everyone around them was in love with him.

“What do you mean everyone is going to be in love with me for the next 24 hours?!” Sam screeched and grabbed Thor by the collar of his suit jacket when he told them what the effects of the love potion were.

“Sam, let him go,” Steve tried to pull Sam away from the God of Thunder. “He has already done the damage.”

Thor moved his hands to Sam’s waist and pulled him closer. “Son of Wil, you are more than welcome to touch me however you like,” he flirted.

Sam visibly cringed and immediately let go of him. “Get away from me!" He removed Thor’s hands from his waist and moved away from him.

“Don’t you dare touch him again,” Steve warned Thor and glared at him.

“I apologize, Son of Wil and Steve. But that’s the effect of the love potion," he told them. "But if you’d let me, Son of Wil, you can come with me and I will show you planets you cannot even imagine.”

“No, thank you, I am fine with the planet I am already on.” With that, he took Steve’s arm and dragged him away from Thor and others around him that were leering at Sam like he was the buffet.

“What are we going to do now?” Sam asked, worried.

Steve stopped and turned to cup Sam’s face. “We’ve been through worse, baby, we’ll get through this too. It’s just for the next 24 hours, anyway.”

Sam kissed Steve’s palm and smiled at him. “So long as I have you with me--”

“Always,” Steve assured him.

“Hot damn, Sam.” It was Tony. He looked at Sam from top to bottom from his position on the couch. “You look great in that suit.” Before either of them could say anything, Tony pulled Sam on top of himself, making Sam ungracefully land on his legs.

“Tony!” Sam chastised and tried to get up, but Tony held him in place.

“Tony, he’s my boyfriend,” Steve reminded his friend.

“Oh, learn to share, Rogers,” Tony said, licking his lips and didn’t take his eyes off Sam.

“You’re a married man.” Sam pulled back when Tony tried kissing him

“I don’t mind,” Pepper said, coming up behind Tony. “There is something different about you today, Sam. Even I think I’m in love with you.” She reached out to touch his cheek, but Sam slapped her hand away.

Sam pushed Tony’s hands away and hauled himself off the man. “What the hell was that?” He asked as he and Steve walked away from the couple. “Both of them wanted me.”

“Well, I don’t really blame them,” Steve commented, gaining a punch to the arm from Sam.

Someone pulled Sam away from Steve as they tried to get away and Steve turned around to find Sam plastered against the wall with Jessica Jones looming over him and Luke Cage right next to her.

“Hey, Sam,” Steve could hear her say. “Damn, you look so good tonight. I could just eat you up.” She leered at him. “I would leave Luke’s ass for you.”

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself, Jess,” said Luke, “I will leave your ass for Wilson any day too.”

“Guys, come on, not you two, too! We work together!” Sam said, looking between the two of them. “Besides, I’m with Steve.”

“The more the merrier.” Jessica winked at him. “As long as we get to have you.”

“Guys, leave him alone!” Steve stepped forward and went toe to toe with them. Neither of the superpowered heroes looked intimidated.

Steve felt a hand on his arm.. “Come on, let’s just get out of here,” Sam said in Steve’s ear.

They started heading towards the door when Bucky walked in. “Hey, guys,” he said.

“Hey Buck,” Sam replied, and tightened his grip on Steve’s hand while Steve glared at his best friend, ready for him to make some sort of move on Sam, but he didn’t.

“You guys leaving already?” Bucky asked, disappointed.

“Yeah, we have a problem,” Steve replied, and Bucky took his eyes off Sam to look at him. “Thor splashed some kinda love potion on Sam and now everyone is in love with him.”

“Seriously?” Bucky laughed.

“Anyway,” Sam said awkwardly. “We gotta go. See you later, Buck.”

“See you guys,” said Bucky and walked past them.

“He seemed normal,” Sam commented when Bucky was out of earshot.

“Maybe the effects of the potion are wearing off.” Maybe Steve should have kept his mouth shut because the second they were outside, they were surrounded by a small group of people, who all were confessing their love for Sam like they were a bunch of zombies.

“Shit, run!” Steve yelled, and they ran back inside Tony’s mansion.

More people at the party started coming after them. They found the nearest room and locked themselves inside. Both of them slid down the door and let out a sigh of relief.

“What the hell? They’re like zombies,” Sam sounded horrified. “Why is this happening to me?” He asked, leaning his head against Steve’s shoulder.

Steve felt bad for his boyfriend. He also wanted to murder Thor for being so careless. “I’m sorry, baby,” he said, kissing the top of Sam’s head.

“It should feel good to be loved, but I am scared.” Sam looked up at him and the vulnerable look on his face broke Steve’s heart even more.

“We just have to brave out the next 20 hours and then you should be good,” Steve reminded him.

“What are we supposed to do for the next 20 hours? Hide in here?” The room was a suite, so at least they wouldn’t have to go out to the bathroom.

“They’ll leave in a couple hours and then it will just be Tony and Pepper and we can deal with them.”

Sam buried his face in Steve’s shoulder and let out another sigh. They stayed quiet for a few minutes.

“Wait, a second!” Sam drew away from Steve. “Why aren’t you affected? You’re absolutely normal.”

Steve shrugged. “I don’t know… maybe because I am already in love with you?” He suggested.

Sam’s eyes widened slightly. “Really?” He asked

“Yes, I love you so, so much.” They have been together for 3 months and this was the first time he admitted his feelings out loud.

“I love you too,” Sam replied. He cupped Steve’s cheeks and kissed him.

[jessikahathaway]

Vegas, Baby - Part I

Pairing: Kim Taehyung X Reader

Genre: Mafia!AU, Romance, Smut (Slow Burn)

Warnings: Explicit Language.

Summary: After four years, you have been let go from your job. Taking a chance you head to Vegas to make the best of a bad situation. A situation that only gets worse.

“Sorry Miss Y/N, but we are going to have to let you go,” your boss’ monotone voice echoed in your ears. 

Four years of your life, wasted. Not that you particularly enjoyed the job, but it paid your bills. And that was what counted at the end of the day. Now, what were you going to do? Your parents had already said your room was still yours if you needed to move back in. It was sweet of them really, but you didn’t want to move back in with them, you wanted your freedom and you wanted to be on your own. But what other options did you have without losing everything? 

“Your separation pay will come through at the end of the week,” your ears perked up. The separation pay would be a nice amount no doubt. This financial firm didn’t come without its perks. 

“Very good, sir. Thank you for four years,” you said, trying not to let the bitter tone enter into your voice. 

“You can show yourself out. See that your desk is cleaned out by the end of the shift,” he said, turning his back to you.

Quickly you let yourself out, heading toward your desk. 

“So, what did dickhead want?” Namjoon, your table mate, asked.

“I got canned,” you whispered, gathering up your stuff.

“What? No way, let me go in there,” he said, preparing to stand up before you stopped him.

“Joon, honestly, it’s fine. I’ve wanted to quit for a while anyways,” you confess.

“But, Y/N, it’s bullshit that they fire you. If that bimbo in the receptionist office can keep her job, you can too,” he said, fuming.

“Joon, seriously, I’m fine. Do you see me crying over it?” You asked, smiling.

“You’re sure you’re good?”

“I’m positive,” you answered.

“Okay, if you say so,” he responded.

“Just let me get my shit and blow this popsicle stand,” you said, grinning at him.

“Whatever you say, Y/N, I’ll miss you here,” he said, sitting back in his seat.

“You’re acting like you don’t have my number or something,” you said, laughing lightly.

“It won’t be the same without you here to annoy,” he said, giving you a dimpled smile.

“I know, you like to do that a lot,” you remarked, throwing a good natured glare his way.

“Well, I’m good at what I do then,” Namjoon stated.

“Which should be working, don’t need you following me out the door,” you said, sighing as you collected the remainder of your important items.

The rest could be left here, consider it a gift to the next unfortunate person who has to work here.

“Hey, text me okay?” He said, giving you a little wave.

“Will do, see ya Joon,” you said, returning the wave before heading towards the door.

—

Two weeks later you found yourself on a plane heading to Las Vegas.

How did you find yourself here? Well, it was a rather impulsive decision. But you and Namjoon had decided to take the rest of your earnings from your job and make a vacation out of it. You were taking a week in the US and spending time in Vegas to get a little wind in your sails before moving back in with your parents. 

Did that take what little wind you had in your sails out? Maybe, but that's besides the point. This was your way of giving the middle finger to your old job by blowing your money on something less than recommended. 

A trip to Vegas was exactly your soul needed after four years of behaving like a good little desk minion. Years of filing and coffee runs, all going to be blown to smithereens. Thank God for that too. You didn’t want to spend another minute thinking about what had been, only what was going to be the best week of your life. 

You had a couple friends that lived in the states, and you were going to meet up with them after landing and unpacking at your hotel. Jessi and Lily were waiting anxiously for you to arrive. 

Jessi: Bitch, I can’t believe you’re actually coming. After all these years of begging, pleading and what not, you’re dumbass comes here on a whim. But, still excited to see youuu xoxoxo.

YOU: R00D. I was working and busy with trying to further my career that capped off at a measly management position. Where the hell were you m8?

LILBITCH: Okay, it is like midnight here so can yall quit your yapping and do the sleep sleep? K thnx.

YOU: Sorry Lily, Jessi decided to be a boob in the group chat. Rest young one.

Jessi: ExCuSE? I Did NO SucH thInG?!?

YOU: You did! And are still doing it!

LILBITCH: Can yall argue in a separate thread plz?

Jessi: Nah, bugging you is wayyyy more entertaining.

LILBITCH: I pick the worst friends. Consider yourself disowned.

YOU: Children children, I come to bring peace to all four nations.

Jessi: The only thing you bring peace to is a party, and that’s what we’re going to fix while you’re here. You are going to get wasted and you are gonna like iiitttt >:(

LILBITCH: Jessi what are you even doing up?

Jessi: Sleep is for the weak.

LILBITCH: No, it’s for people. You know, who aren’t fucked in the head??

YOU: We gonna ignore the fact that she practically said I don’t know how to party?

Jessi: I am perfectly sane!

LILBITCH: Yeah right....

YOU: So we are ignoring that deep insult? K great. 

Jessi: Sorry Y/N, it’s just been so long since we’ve all been together like this I’m so excited. I’m gonna put you in my man stealing clothes and you’re gonna get dicked down while you’re here! Yasssss, I love my plan already.

YOU: THERE IS A CHILD IN HERE!

LILBITCH: Woman we’re both older than you. You’re the child. Who doesn’t know how to party apparently. 

YOU: And here I was thinking you loved me Lily. This hurts. This hurts deep.

Jessi: So, slutty clothes shopping here we come???

LILBITCH: I read the word shopping and I’m so down.

Jessi: yAS

YOU: Some of my dearest friends. Insult me then demand to dress me like a blowup doll? WTF??

Jessi: Not a blow up doll! Is there a tamer version of those Lily?

LILBITCH: I mean not really.

Jessi: You’ll be the sexiest blow up doll out there!

YOU: I don’t like this.

“Ladies and gentlemen we are beginning our ascent. Please silent all devices and buckle up! Thank you for choosing Korean Airways! Enjoy your flight!”

YOU: Well you two can think of more diabolical ways to get me laid and I will be none the wiser. See you girls soon. Love ya! <3

You shut your phone off and let your head rest against the cushioned seat. Letting the rumble of the cabin lull you to sleep.

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“Y/N!!!!” Jessi squealed as she came running for you. 

You’d slept most of the plane ride, but now you were stiff in the joints and her frame colliding with your own sent the two of you tumbling. 

“Oof, Jess! What the hell man, you’re gonna break me,” you whined as the older woman started squeezing the daylights out of you. 

“Alright pda couple break it up,” Lily’s voice filled your ears. 

You stood quickly and brought her into a hug too. 

“It’s good to see you,” you whispered, rubbing her back as you separated.

“Good to see you too, have you lost weight?” she asked, making you spin around for confirmation.

“Maybe maybe not, I wasn’t exactly eating the healthiest diet when I was at the firm so, maybe I just gained it in different places,” you laughed. 

There was a prickle on the back of your neck. Your guard went up and you looked around. But didn’t see anyone staring. Although, you were uncomfortable.

“Come on, let’s get going. We have a lot to do before tonight!” Jessi said, practically dragging you out of the terminal.

“Jesus Jessi I have ligaments and bones, those things can break you know!” you whined, but she didn’t relent. 

Climbing into the car you still felt a chill of fear run up your spine. But didn’t let it bother you. Right now was about you and your friends, not being a little paranoid after a long flight. Plus, you were abroad, there were tons of people around and that was more than likely throwing your radar off a little bit. 

“Okay, mall here we come!” Lily said with excitement in her voice. 

“But what about heading to the hotel to unpack?” you asked. 

“Oh, we cancelled your reservation. Did you know you saved almost a thousand bucks if you stay with me?” Jessi said.

“Huh? What do you mean? Guys I don’t wanna burden you!” 

“You aren’t going to be, our most recent roommate has vacated the room and left it in perfect condition. It can be yours if you decide you wanna stay for a while?” Lily suggested with a brow wiggle.

“You two are impossible,” you complained, leaning your head against the window.

“Impossibly smart,” Jessi narked. 

You sighed as you watched the cityscape pass you by. Jessi and Lily chatted about nothing it seemed like, but it was comforting that you all fell back into rhythm so quickly after so long of not seeing one another. It made your heart squeeze painfully at the thought of being apart. But you were here now, and that’s what mattered. 

Lily was telling you all about her work at the little cafe she co-owns. She handles the customer service end while her partner handles the more... businessy aspect. 

“And then one of my servers swears she saw a ghost of an old lady in the back room. The building used to be a house but now we have renovated it and turned it into the cafe like I’ve told you. But, I looked into it. And a lady did actually die in there in the fifties. How fucking crazy is that!? And, get this, if it hadn’t happened within the last ten years, the realtors don’t have to divulge that information. How fucked,” Lily sighs. 

Jessi pulls into the parking lot of a large shopping center and you girls all get out, wallets at the ready. 

Linking arms with them you smiled brightly and started walking towards the door. 

About an hour later, your feet were killing you and you hadn’t even tried anything on, much to the dismay of your friends. 

“Come on Y/N, you need to at least try one thing on in this next shop,” Jessi pleaded. 

“Why? I packed clothes you know?” you said, 

“And knowing you they won’t be attention getting enough,” Lily commented.

“Rude, you don’t know what I got,” you scoffed. 

Lily rolled her eyes and picked you up off the comfortable bench you had settled down on and now you were being dragged off of it like a leech of an arm. 

“Come on Y/N, I have the perfect place in mind,” Jessi announced, leading the pack towards another stylish little boutique. 

“If I try something on will you guys quit pestering me?” you whined out. 

“Maybe, depends on if we like it or not,” Lily’s voice rang in your ear. 

Somewhere, deep down, you knew letting them drag you to a shopping mall was a bad idea. But you hadn’t realized how bad until they had you dressed to the gills in sequins, sparkles and everything glittery. 

“Guys this stuff is itchy!” you said, itching your thigh, that was barely covered, for emphasis. 

“Oh come on, Y/N, you look great! It really shows off those curves!” Jessi complimented, spinning you around.

“I brought the same style of dress, but in a popping red color. It will compliment her eyes for certain,” the lovely assistant of the boutique said. Of course they were trained to reach for the priciest piece they had, and tell you it would look good on you. But hey, A for effort. 

“Oooh! Y/N, try it on, try it on!” Jessi yelled. 

“Shh, we are in a store!” you scolded. 

“God you’re worse than my mom,” Jessi rolled her eyes.

“Am not. I’m just trying to contain my two four year olds!” you said exasperated.

“As the youngest isn’t it your responsibility to be rambunctious. Getting into all kinds of trouble?” 

“That’s what we’re here for Lily, she’s had a stick up her ass for too long called adulting,” Jessi teased.

“Remind me why I’m friends with you again?” you asked, teasing right back.

Jessi just laughed and went to go peruse the racks again. Lily snuggled up beside you and wrapped her arms around you tightly. 

“I missed you,” she whispered.

Smiling you gave her a tight hug. “I missed you guys too.”

Jessi came back with a sexy white number that has cut off sleeves that draped off your shoulder elegantly and it was a little longer than the others they’d thrown you in during that afternoon.

Seeing your eyes looking at the dress with interest, Jessi knew she had won. 

 “Wanna know the best part?” Jessi asked, raising a perfectly sculpted brow in your direction.

“What?” you asked. 

“It was on the sale rack!” she smirked. 

“Okay give it here,” you said, holding your hand out. Jessi smiled and plopped the dress in your hand without hesitation. 

You shuffled into the dressing room and pulled the garment on. You looked at yourself in the mirror and almost fell over. This wasn’t you. The girl looking back at you was a beautiful woman, someone with poise and elegance. Or was that what the dress conveyed? Because you felt almost empowered in this dress...

“Okay, show us what you got!” the girls said, waiting for you outside the dressing room.

Stepping down onto the floor the girls were silent. 

“Well?” you asked, feeling a little self conscious at all their staring. 

“Y/N, if you don’t buy that dress then I will and force you into it tonight,” Jessi said, still staring.

“Does it look alright?’ you asked, tugging at the fabric.

“Yes now quit fidgeting! We’re trying to figure out what shoes, make up and hair we need to do,” Lily said, settling your hands at your side. 

“I think a red pump,” Jessi said, running off to one side of the store.

“And a red lip to match!” Lily echoed. 

“I love the way you think,” Jessi said back.

You looked down at your bare feet on the floor and sighed. 

“I don’t know, should we go clubbing tonight? I just got here and kinda want to-”

“Not bail out on us and have the fun you wanted to have by coming to Vegas?” Lily offered. 

You sighed and rubbed your face. Jessi came back with a crimson red pair of heels that already made your feet hurt. But you decided to quiet down and just enjoy the time you had with your friends. It was so nice to bicker with them and laugh, it really made your heart soar to be here with them. Even if they were forcing you into some uncomfortable shoes. At their cores, they were great girls, and you were so lucky to have them in your life. 

“There, see how it lengthens your legs?” Jessi pointed out. 

“See how it will destroy my ankles?” you said back.

They just laughed and you guys took everything to the checkout counter. The clerk cashed you out and you ladies were on your way. 

“I’m so glad you bought the shoes too! They look so killer with that dress, and we’re going to make you the prettiest thing at the club tonight! Not that you need much help,” Lily smirked, linking her arms with yours.

You shoved her a little but walked down the hall with her happily.

Until you felt that chill that had run down your spine earlier, reappear. You stopped in your tracks and turned, certain that someone was watching you. But no one was there... It made unease churn in your stomach. Jessi seemed to notice your hesitation and came over beside you. 

“Something wrong?” she asked, trying to look in a similar direction as you.

“No no, it’s nothing. I’m fine,” you smiled weakly, going to move forward.

“If you’re sure,” Lily answered, following close behind.

“Yeah,” you confirmed.

After that you only went to one more department store and found nothing of interest, so you guys decided to call it. Walking back to the car, Jessi ran ahead to make sure that it was unlocked. Lily and you walked at an even pace, just enjoying each other's company.

Loading everything into the car you took off down the road for Jessi and Lily’s house.

Slowly, the sensation of being watched faded from your mind. And the three of you went back to your bickering and teasing. 

Finally, you pulled into the driveway. 

Jessi and Lily were quick to help you with your luggage, making sure everything got into the spare bedroom. And then, the work began. 

“Babe, we love you, but you gotta take a shower,” Jessi said, pinching her nose for effect.

“Rude, I literally took a shower before I boarded the plane,” you told them.

“Yeah, and you smell like plane and food court, so go. Cleanse thyself,” Lily commented, looking at her phone.

“Fine fine,” you agreed, heading towards the bathroom. 

Jessi handed you the dress and some undergarments and went into the kitchen. 

The hot water felt heavenly on your body, washing off the grim of travel and shopping. It was nice. The foamy soap on your head invigorating you. You shaved every part of your body known to man, and woman to be honest. 

But when you stepped out of the shower. Instead of the normal underwear you had picked out, was something else. 

Sorry, but we had to burn those granny panties. Wear this instead! We bought them today while you were busy being one with the bench. We know they’ll fit you!

Jessi & Lily

“Those little shits!” you exclaimed, looking down in despair at your underwear option now. 

Pink lacy panties were set on the bathroom counter. How did you not even hear them come in!? You looked at the bra and were certain that you’d be able to see a nipple through the lace that was supposed to be covering your shit. But apparently the quest to get you laid was a serious endeavor in their minds. So, to humor them, you put on the garments. That, in fact, fit perfectly.

“Those creeps,” you shuddered, wondering how your friends had known your exact size.

Pulling on the dress you bought earlier, you marveled at yourself in the mirror. You looked really good. And just as before, you felt as if you could conquer the world, in just this dress. But, you knew the only thing you’d conquer was maybe a bar scene, which would work. For now.

Walking out you found the nasty culprits of the underwear heist sitting around a vanity full of makeup.

“Wanna tell me why I’m wearing underwear that barely covers anything?” you said, venom in your tone.

“Because you put it on,” Jessi said, with a smirk.

“You guys are so fucking nosy,” you whined, throwing your headback in a mock tantrum.

“We aren’t nosy enough, when was the last time you got dicked down?” Jessi asked, suddenly serious.

Scandalized you made a squeak of discomfort. 

“Wh-Why the sudden curiosity??” you asked.

“Because, we gotta know how out of practice you are,” Lily said, as if it were obvious.

“I’m not out of practice!” you shrieked. 

“So it was recently then?” Jessi smiled. 

“No! I mean-shut up!” you cried.

“When was the last time Y/N,” Lily said calmly.

“Three years ago,” you huffed, crossing your arms in defense.

The two girls almost choked. 

“THREE YEARS!?” Jessi screamed.

“I’m right here, there’s no need to scream,” you said.

“BUT Y/N, THAT’S THREE YEARS,” Jessi yelled again.

“I can tell time, Jessi,” you commented.

“How? You’re practically a nun,” Lily snorted.

“I am not!” you defended.

“Sweetheart, listen we are doing this out of love,” Jessi shushed you, cradling you to her chest. “We will help you. Sit down.”

“This is all very offensive, just so ya’ll know,” you said, pointing to them with an accusing finger.

“Shut up and sit down,” Lily said, grabbing her hair appliances. 

You settled into silence, letting the girls do whatever they wanted to you. You found it was easier this way than fighting with them the whole time. As much as you loved them, these girls were bossy and pushy. But, you wouldn’t have them any other way. They helped even you out, making sure you got out there and did have some fun in your life. 

Lily was in the process of doing your hair and styling it the way she thought would work the best, while Jessi was deeply focused on doing your makeup. You saw the crimson colored lipstick come out and knew it was as Lily recommended earlier.

Jessi painted it on your lips with a precision that was awe inspiring. You just stayed still and let them continue their work. Enjoying the transformation happening before your eyes. Before, you were a nervous little office worker. Now, you were a girl on a mission. What mission was still to be decided, but it made you feel powerful. Not saying that you didn’t feel powerful without it, but it was nice to get dressed up every once in a while and to feel sexy. 

Lily put down the hair products and smiled at her work. 

“You look fucking hot,” she pointed out. 

“Don’t make her smile. I'm working on the concealer around her lips,” Jessi whined.

“Sorry sorry, just, she’s really beautiful,” Lily smiled. 

“We been knew,” Jessi smirked. 

“Right right,” Lily said, going to gather the tights and shoes.

“Thanks Jessi,” you said as you stood up, stretching lightly.

You felt a light smack to your butt and you smiled back at her. 

“Sorry, couldn’t resist,” she giggled. 

“Alright ladies, we need to make a game plan for the night!” Lily announced as she walked back into the room.

“What do you mean?” you asked, raising a brow at her. 

“Who wants to get laid, who wants to wing woman and who wants to be the sober one,” Lily said.

“Well, Y/N is the getting laid one,” Jessi confirmed.

“Did you ask Y/N if she wants to get laid?” you asked, pointing to yourself.

“Fine, Y/N, do you not want me to find you a fine specimen of man that could knock your socks off in the bedroom?” Jessi said.

“Well... I mean, it’s not that I don’t want that but...”

“But what?” Lily asked, coming to sit next to Jessi.

“I’m shy, I don’t really attract people. I’m more of a hang out in the corner until I’m drunk enough to approach someone type of gal,” you said, biting your lip.

“Don’t ruin my hard work,” Jessi warned. 

“Sorry, nervous habit,” you answered, stopping the action quickly.

“Y/N, it’s all up to you, we don’t really have to go out but I thought this is what you came here for? To let loose and have some fun before moving back with your parents. But if all you wanna do is have a girls week then we can do that too... But, honestly you look amazing and any guy would be lucky to get with you,” Lily said. 

You thought it over. 

This is what you came here for. To let loose like she said. But now that it was happening you were retreating into office worker Y/N, not the badass you wanted to be for at least a week. So, you didn’t see the harm in getting laid. Honestly, it might get some of the pent up stress out of your system, and that sounded great.

“No, you guys are right. I wanted to come here to be free for a while. What’s the point in hiding in the corner when I can be the center of attention for once in my life. I say, let’s do it,” you said, confident.

Jessi squealed excitedly and clapped her hands. 

“Yes! We are gonna be the best wingwomen you’ve ever seen Y/N! We’ll pick a great one out for you,” she said.

“She also has eyes, Jessi, she might find the one,” Lily chastised. 

“Yes, yes sorry,” she said, shuffling through her closet in disinterest.

“Okay, so Jessi and I are both going to be wingwoman. It’ll be a shared effort so we can pick the best guy,” Lily announced. 

“Right,” you said. 

“But like Lily said, you have eyes. If you find someone you’re vibing with, let us know!” Jessi said back. 

“Okay,” you agreed.

The rest of the evening was spent making out rules and exchanging safety measures to make sure no one got hurt or left behind.

This was going to be very fun.

[daddywanken0bi]

Alright, I’m looking for some slightly fluffy Obi-Wan smut, like some daddy kink|Praise Kink x Female Reader. I live for some inappropriate usage of the force, because there’s just something about space witches using space witchcraft during (totally against the oath) sex that does it for me. Make it extra kinky? Voyeurism: Anakin watches. Extra points if you throw in a force choke.

Hi!! I am so sorry it took me so long to respond, but I have cooked up a really delicious one-shot for you. Hope you enjoy! :) -Jess

Warnings: NSFW, slight Master kink, praise kink, inappropriate use of the Force, voyeurism, absolutely filthy and I live for it.

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The door to your room slid open unexpectedly, making you jump. You whirled around, ready to chew out whoever had decided that it was acceptable to barge into your private quarters. As a high-ranking officer, this was the only place you found any peace on this blasted compound. 

Your icy gaze softened as you saw Obi Wan Kenobi standing in the doorway. However, his dirty armor marked with blaster burns caused you to frown. 

“What happened?” you asked. “I thought this was a recon mission.”

He waved his hand in the air dismissively. “You know how it is with Anakin,” he muttered. His voice sounded tired. “A recon mission always turns into a battle.”

You smirked and crossed your arms. “Are you just going to stand in the doorway or are you going to come in for a drink?”

Obi Wan grinned. “I thought you’d never ask.”

You reached for the small liquor cart next to your desk, which was stocked with your favorites, as well as a few drinks you knew he liked. Soft footsteps echoed behind you as you poured a glass, and strong hands encircled your waist. A small turn had you facing the Jedi. Your breath hitched when you saw the intensity of his gaze, blue eyes fixed on you. You handed him the glass. He took a generous sip, his eyes never leaving yours. 

“How does it taste?” you asked. 

“Mmm, it’s delicious, darling,” he replied, licking his lips. You watched his tongue as it traced a small arc across his upper lip. He set the glass back on the table behind you with a faint clink. “But I think I have an appetite for something else right about now.”

Obi Wan shifted closer, so that your noses were almost touching. The smell of smoke and sweat coming from him was intoxicating. You closed your eyes as you felt your heart rate pick up. You knew from the way his hands tightened on your waist that he could sense the change in its rhythm .

“Oh? And what might that be?” you breathed. 

Without responding, Obi Wan captured your lips with his and you melted. He drew you against his chest, hands deftly sliding down to your backside. A small squeeze on your ass surprised you. The little gasp you let out caused the Jedi to chuckle and pull away. A blush crept up your cheeks as he studied your face.

“What?” Your eyebrows crinkled.

The side of his mouth twitched into a smile. “Nothing.” Obi Wan chuckled again. “I thought about you the whole mission, you know.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really?”

His lips found their way to your neck. “Really,” he murmured onto your skin. “Especially everything I was going to do to you when we returned.”

It was your turn to laugh. Your fingers found their way into his hair, and you tugged slightly. Obi Wan let out a delicious moan, and suddenly picked you up. His strong arms held your back as you wrapped your legs around him. His blue eyes locked on yours, twinkling with admiration. You gently stroked his bearded cheek with your thumb, placing a small kiss on his lips as he carried you to the bed. His soft smile was enough to make your heart melt.

Ever so gently, Obi Wan laid you down on the bed. In between lingering kisses, he helped you undress, until the cool air caressed your entire body. The Jedi Master stood over you, his eyes raking down your body. But you didn’t feel uncomfortable. You felt… beautiful.

“You are…” he murmured, running a calloused hand down your thigh, “absolutely breathtaking.” A shiver ran through you, from both his touch and his words. Before you knew it, his armor and tunic were on the floor, although he didn’t give you the satisfaction of removing his trousers just yet. Your eyes wandered down his muscular form, taking note of every scar and bruise you were going to kiss later. 

The Jedi climbed onto the bed and kissed you slowly, lips lingering on yours after each time he pulled away. Obi Wan liked to take his time with you, treating you gently until you begged him to be rougher. He trailed kisses down your neck and chest, and you closed your eyes, lost in the feeling of his lips on your skin. 

When he reached your thighs, he paused, hovering above your center. Dipping two fingers inside of you, he breathed, “Oh, you’re so nice and wet for me already, darling.” You gasped and arched into his fingers, tangling your own in his hair. His tongue joined his fingers, and soon you were bucking your hips and whimpering the Jedi’s name. Obi Wan’s beard scratched against your sensitive inner thighs, only adding to the incredible pleasure he was giving you.

You were so lost in the sensation of Obi Wan’s tongue that you didn’t hear the door to your room slide open. Only the sound of someone sharply clearing their throat caused you to open your eyes. Your heart sank as the image of Anakin Skywalker standing by your desk came into focus. You scrambled away from Obi Wan, as much as your body screamed at you to stay, and grabbed a sheet to cover yourself. 

“Admiral,” Anakin said, with an eyebrow raised. “I came to notify you that our assistance is needed off-world. Your fleet will deploy in a few hours.” You managed only a nod. You could tell that your cheeks were bright red, your breathing still ragged.

Anakin’s gaze turned to his Master who was sitting casually on the side of the bed, still shirtless. Obi Wan simply licked his fingers clean, ever so slowly, staring straight at the other Jedi. Anakin’s eyes darkened as he watched, focusing on Obi Wan’s face. You noticed his beard was matted and glistening from his efforts between your legs. 

“Is that all, Anakin?” Obi Wan asked. Anakin simply nodded, eyes returning to your face and then glancing at the sheet that barely covered your naked body.

“Well, if that is so, I’m sure you’ll excuse us,” the Jedi Master continued. “We have some important business to attend to. Don’t we, pet?” His nickname made you whimper, and Obi Wan grinned. He patted the bed in front of him. “Come here, love.”

You glanced at Anakin, who seemed to be lingering by your desk, his gaze intense. Obi Wan looked over his shoulder at the young Jedi, then back at you. “Don’t be shy, little one. Anakin is just leaving.” The Jedi Master looked over his shoulder again. “Unless… you’d like to stay, Anakin?” he said pointedly. 

In a burst of confidence, you dropped the sheet you were holding, letting the young Jedi see every inch of exposed skin. Anakin inhaled sharply, and you could see the internal battle he was fighting. A dark wave of lust rolled over you. You had an overwhelming desire to see his face as he watched his Master pound into you.

“Why don’t you stay?” you purred at him, crawling over to Obi Wan on the bed. The Jedi Master lifted your chin with a finger, forcing your gaze to focus on him. 

“Mmm, good girl,” he said. “Already on your hands and knees for me.” Smoothly, Obi Wan stood and removed his trousers, exposing the rest of him to you. You let out an involuntary whimper. 

“Why don’t you have a seat, Anakin?” Obi Wan said over his shoulder. “I can tell you want to watch. Besides, we both need something to relieve the tension of that battle.”

The young Jedi hesitated for only a moment, but a pleading look from you was all it took for him to nod. “Yes, Master,” he muttered. He settled in a chair next to your desk, gaze still locked on your face.

Obi Wan directed his focus back to you. “Now, little one,” he said, walking around to the other side of the bed, “I want you to stay just how you are. You look perfect like that.” You obeyed, and felt his warm figure settle on the bed behind you. “I want you to show Anakin how good you are for me,” he murmured, and you gasped as you felt him slowly enter you from behind. The young Jedi’s eyes burned. You could tell he was slowly losing control.

“Yes, Master,” you moaned. The pleasure of Obi Wan inside you was almost surprising. You forgot how to breathe for a moment, and a soft gasp left your lips. You allowed yourself to close your eyes while the Jedi Master began to move slowly inside you. When you opened them again, you noticed that Anakin had removed his tunics. Through a lust-filled haze, you admired his muscled torso. One of his hands drifted toward his thighs, and he began to palm himself through his trousers.

“Doesn’t she look beautiful like this, Anakin?” Obi Wan asked. His voice was rough and breathy from his efforts. A sudden sharp slap across your ass made you gasp.

“Such a good little toy,” Anakin agreed, slowly stroking his now-freed erection. He looked straight in your eyes. “That’s a good girl,” he murmured, “let Master Obi Wan use you however he wants.” 

You nodded, and Obi Wan increased his pace. Try as you might, you couldn’t hold in your moans of pleasure. They mixed with the sound of the Jedi’s thighs hitting the back of your legs as he drove all the way into you. 

“Mmm, what pretty little moans,” Anakin breathed. “Does that feel good, darling? Tell Obi Wan how good he’s making you feel.” 

You moaned the Jedi Master’s name. “Fuck, it feels so good,” you whined. 

Abruptly, Obi Wan pulled out of you. You whimpered, and he pulled you up onto your knees. His chest hair tickled your back, and you could feel his throbbing, hot erection against your backside. His physical hands held your wrists behind you, making you unable to move. But you also felt two ghostly hands begin to roam your body, twisting your nipples. There was a sudden pressure around your neck as Obi Wan directed the Force there.

You were completely exposed to Anakin. His eyes widened as he sensed Obi Wan’s use of the Force. His hand clenched the arm of his chair and an almost animalistic growl escaped him.

“Fuck, she’s perfect, Obi Wan,” the young Jedi groaned.

Your walls clenched at the praise. Obi Wan’s beard tickled your ear.

“Tell him who you belong to,” he murmured. The Force hand around your throat gave an encouraging squeeze.

Anakin’s brown eyes were full of fire. “I belong to you, Master,” you said breathlessly. “Use me however you want.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Obi Wan said. His lips trailed kisses down your neck, and a ghostly hand quickly found your clit. You gasped, eyes widening in pleasure. A fire was growing in your core, Obi Wan’s expert power bringing you close to the edge.

“Please,” you begged, “Please let me come for you, Obi Wan.” You felt his dick twitch against your ass.

“That’s it, darling. Show Anakin how pretty you are when you come. Now come for me,” he breathed roughly into your ear. 

Pleasure flooded your senses as your orgasm racked your body. Obi Wan’s was unforgiving as the Force continued to flick your clit, elongating your release. The Jedi’s strong arms held you up as you writhed against him, moaning unabashedly. 

You came back to earth, breathing hard. Your eyes met Anakin’s, and you grinned slyly. He was covered in a light sheen of sweat, fist pumping his cock, looking at you like he was going to eat you for dinner. 

“Good girl,” Obi Wan said, gently helping you off the bed. “Now get on your knees.” You obeyed, kneeling in front of Anakin, but facing the Jedi Master, who had come around the other side of the bed. 

Obi Wan ran a thumb across your bottom lip. “Open,” he ordered. You did as he asked, and touched the tip of his cock to your tongue. “You know what to do, little one,” he said. “Let Anakin watch how good you are.”

You took the Jedi into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip and shaft. You knew what he liked, and in no time, his fingers were tangled in your hair. His groans were music to your ears, and only encouraged you. His dick twitched in your mouth, and you could tell that he was getting close. 

Anakin stood up out of the chair, stroking himself quickly. His eyes were trained on your face. “Master,” the young Jedi groaned, “may I?” He gestured at your face, and Obi Wan’s eyes darkened. He looked down at you, smiling. 

“I’m sure the little slut would love to have us finish all over her,” he growled. “Right, my pet?”

You nodded enthusiastically. Obi Wan’s cock throbbed in your mouth and he groaned. “Oh, darling, you are so perfect.” He pulled out and pumped himself, eyes closed in pleasure.

You positioned yourself so that both men had access to your face. Leaving your mouth open, you looked up at both of them with wide, innocent-looking eyes. Before long, the Jedi were groaning loudly, releasing their loads all over your face and chest. You licked your lips, and looked at Obi Wan.

His blue eyes twinkled, and he tilted your chin up. “You look beautiful like this, love,” he grinned. You giggled and shook your head, suddenly shy. 

Anakin had already put his robes back on and stopped by the door before leaving. “I’ll see you soon, Master.” His gaze turned to you and he smirked. “And you as well, Admiral.” You winked at the young Jedi, and he grinned before slipping out of your quarters.

“That one is a handful,” Obi Wan muttered as he retrieved a warm towel from the bathroom.

“Tell me about it,” you replied, laughing. 

The Jedi smiled as he gently wiped you off with the towel, planting a kiss on your forehead when he was finished. “We’d better get dressed, love. Duty calls.” 

You grinned and shook your head again. How were you going to deal with these Jedi?

[mersuperwholocked-lowlife]

Phantom Traveler

Word Count: 5,503

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester (mentioned), Characters from 01x04

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader; Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: angst, some small fluff scenes, 01x04 warnings

A/N: HOLY SHIT AFTER 5 MONTHS I FINISHED IT AND ITS BAD BUT ITS DONE

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You were on an airplane, flight number 2485. You watched as a man got up from his seat, walking to the back of the plane, to the emergency door.

“Hey, what the hell are you doing?!” you heard another man yell.

His eyes were pitch black as he pulled the lever, opening the door.

You heard everyone’s screams, everyone in panic as the plane started crashing.

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You jumped up in your bed, looking around anxiously. You frowned, realizing you were falling off the bed. You turned to Dean, who was still asleep, snoring loudly as you rolled your eyes.

You exhaled, trying to calm your heart rate. You turned to see a silhouette in front of you. 

“Sammy,” you jumped, seeing his figure walk across the room.

“Oh, hey,” he replied, giving you a small smile.

You leaned over Dean, checking the time. 

“It’s 5 in the morning. Why are you up?” you asked.

“I grabbed a few hours. I’m just not tired,” he shrugged.

“Okay….” you replied, finding it hard to believe him. 

“Why are you up?” he asked.

“Because Dean’s pushing me off the bed,” you replied as you sat up, running your fingers through your hair. 

Sam laughed softly, walking to you.

“Think you’d be used to it now… do you want to go get some breakfast?” he asked.

“Yeah, sure,” you nodded as you walked to the bathroom.

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“So, I wanna know more about what happened,” Sam said as you two exited the hotel room.

It was still pretty dark outside as you put your jacket on, turning your head to face Sam.

“When?” you asked.

“The past few years, while I was at Stanford. What happened?” Sam asked as the two of you began walking.

“Dean was with dad mainly, we worked some hunts together, I spent a lot of time on my own,” you shrugged.

“On your own? Dad and Dean were okay with it?” he asked in disbelief.

“Dad didn’t really care, and some space was good for me and Dean anyway,” you replied.

“Space? Since when?” he asked.

“Since me and Dean started fighting over everything. But it’s all figured out now,” you said.

“Okay then…..” Sam paused, rubbing his head.

“Are you okay?” you raised an eyebrow.

“I have a headache, it’s fine,” he shook it off. 

“Okay then...” you raised an eyebrow, noticing a change in Sam’s behavior.

You shook your thoughts away, getting some coffee for the three of you. 

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“Morning, sunshine,” Sam said, waking Dean up as the two of you entered the hotel room.

“Ugh, what time is it?” Dean groaned, staring back at the two of you.

“Uh, it’s about 5:45,” you replied.

“In the morning?!” Dean groaned.

“Yup,” you and Sam replied.

“Where does the day go? Did you two get any sleep last night?” he asked.

“Yeah, I grabbed a couple of hours,” Sam replied.

“It’s hard to sleep next to someone who snores like a pig and hogs the blanket like a toddler,” you glared at him.

Dean rolled his eyes at your remark, turning to Sam.

“See, I know that’s a lie cuz I saw you watching George Foreman infomercials at 3 AM, Dean groaned, sitting up. You raised an eyebrow, looking at Sam.

“Hey, what can I say it’s riveting TV,” he shrugged, walking to sit on his bed.

“You didn’t sleep? When’s the last time you had a good night’s sleep?” you crossed your arms, turning to him.

“I don’t know, a little while, I guess. It’s not a big deal,” he said.

“Yes, it is,” you and Dean replied.

“Look, I appreciate your concern,” Sam started.

“Oh, I’m not concerned. It’s your job to keep our asses alive, so you need to stay sharp,” Dean said.

“What he’s trying to say,” you interrupted Dean.

“Is that we’re worried about you. It’s not healthy. Are you still having nightmares about Jess?” you asked softly, sitting next to him.

“Yeah, but it’s not just about her, it’s about everything. This job, it gets to you,” Sam sighed.

“Well, you can’t let it, you can’t bring it home like that,” Dean took a sip of his coffee.

“So, you’ve never been kept up by this? Never afraid?” Sam asked.

“Not really,” Dean shrugged.

“(Y/N)?” Sam turned to you.

“Uhm, I guess not?” you replied.

Sam reached to yours and Dean’s bed, pulling a knife from under his pillow and a gun from yours.

You paused.

“Well, that’s not fear, that’s just a precaution,” you said.

“Alright, whatever. I’m too tired to argue,” Sam sighed.

You gave him a sorrowful look before Dean’s phone started ringing.

“Hello?” he said.

He shrugged, not knowing who it was.

“Oh, right, yeah, up in Kittanning, Pennsylvania, the poltergeist thing,” Dean remembered.

“It’s not back, is it?” he asked. 

“Who is that?” Sam whispered to you.

You shrugged, looking at Sam. Dean ended the phone call, looking at the two of you.

“Looks like we’re going to Pennsylvania,”

---

“Thanks for making the trip quick. I gotta be doing you guys a favor, not the other way around. Your dad and Dean really helped me out,” Jerry started, walking with you, Sam and Dean.

“Yeah, a poltergeist, right?” Sam asked.

“Poltergeist? I love that movie,” you heard a man say, walking past the four of you.

“Hey, nobody’s talking to you. Keep walking,” Jerry said.

“Damn right it was a poltergeist, practically tore apart our house. Tell you something, if it wasn’t for you and your dad,” he turned to Dean.

“I probably wouldn’t be alive,” he thanked Dean.

“Your dad said you were in college, and well, he didn’t say much about what you were up to,” Jerry asked you and Sam.

“Yeah, I was just taking some time off,” Sam said.

“And you?” he asked you.

“Uhm, just on my own for some time,” you replied, giving a small smile. 

“Well, he was really proud of you three, I could tell. He talked about you three all the time,” he said.

“He did?” Sam asked, not believing him.

“Yeah, oh, speaking of, I tried to get a hold of him, but I couldn’t. How’s he doing?’ Jerry asked Dean.

“Uhm, he’s working a job right now,” Dean lied.

“Oh, well, I got something I want you to hear,” he said as the four of you walked into his office.

“Now, normally I wouldn’t have access to this. It’s the cockpit recorder for United Britannia, flight 2485,” Jerry started, as you felt chills go down your spine.

“Sorry, did you say flight 2485?” you asked.

“Yeah, here it is,” he said, playing the recording, as you remembered your dream.

“Mayday! Maday!,”  you listened to the recording, remembering the man from your dream. As you continued listening, your mind drifting back, picturing the events. All the passengers screaming, the man opening the door.

“Took off from here, crashed about 200 miles south. Now, they’re saying mechanical failure. The cabin depressurized somehow. Nobody knows why, over 100 people on board. Only seven got out alive. The pilot was one. A good guy named Chuck Lambert. He’s pretty broken up about it like it was his fault,” Jerry explained.

“We’ll need passenger manifests, a list of survivors,” Sam started.

“Is there any way we can look at the wreckage?” you asked.

“The other stuff is no problem, but the wreckage? The NTSB has it locked down in an evidence warehouse. No way I’ve got that kind of clearance,” he apologized.

“No problem,” you shook your head. You motioned to Sam and Dean, waving to Jerry as the three of you left his office. 

---

You and Sam leaned on the Impala, waiting outside for Dean. He was currently making fake IDs for Homeland Security to get you three into the wreckage sight. You closed your eyes softly, clenching your jaw as you held your head, massaging it softly. 

“Do you have a headache?” Sam asked turning to you.

“Yeah, it’s fine,” you shook your head, sniffling softly. 

Sam opened his mouth to say something, but paused, turning away from you. Before you could question his choices, Dean walked out of the printing shop, holding up three IDs. 

“What the hell? You’ve been in there forever,” Sam complained as Dean smiled cheekily to the two of you.

“Can’t rush perfection,” he shrugged, with a cocky grin on his face.

“Homeland security? That’s pretty illegal, even for us,” Sam uncrossed his arms, standing up as he looked at Dean, then at you.

“Yeah, but it’s new,” Dean started, heading to the driver’s seat. “It’s something people haven’t seen a thousand times.

You rolled your eyes, as the three of you sat in the car.

“Alright, so what do you got?” Dean asked.

“There’s definitely E.V.P. on the cockpit recorder,” you started, handing Sam his laptop.

“Yeah?” Dean said.

Sam played the recording, hearing static before hearing a distorted voice say No survivors

Dean frowned, “No survivors? What’s the supposed to mean? There were seven survivors,” he pointed out.

“No idea,” Sam shrugged.

“Okay, so what are you thinking? A haunted flight?” Dean asked.

You paused, debating whether or not you wanted to tell Sam and Dean about your dream.

You were right about Jess, about Roy, about Lucas, so you were probably right about this.

“There’s a long history of spirits and death omens on planes and ships, like Phantom Travelers,” you remembered.

“Yeah, and like, flight 401?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, after it crashed, the airline salvaged its parts, put it on another plane, then the spirits of the pilot and the copilot haunted those flights,” Dean said.

“Yeah, maybe we got a similar deal?” Sam asked.

“No, I don’t think it’s like that,” you said.

“10 bucks says you’re wrong,” Dean smiled.

“Dean, I’m serious,” you rolled your eyes.

“Well, how do you know?” he asked. Both Sam’s and Dean’s eyes were on you.

“I-I’m just guessing,” you shrugged, your voice going low.

“Yeah, cuz guessing is what kills the bad guys,” Dean sassed.

You glared at him before Sam interrupted.

“Okay, off-topic. Maybe you’re right, (Y/N), but we should still go out and ask all the survivors,” Sam sighed.

“Okay, let’s go to number three on the list, Max Jaffey,” Sam pointed to his name.

“Why him?” Dean asked.

“Well, he’s from around here, and also, if anyone saw anything weird, he did,” Sam said. 

“What makes you say that?” Dean asked.

“I spoke to his mother, and she told me where to find him,” 

---

The three of you walked into the Riverfront Psychiatric Hospital, asking to speak to Max.

“I don’t understand, I already spoke to Homeland Security,” he said.

You felt shivers go down your spine as a sense of familiarity washed over you. He was in the dream too. 

“Right, some new information came up. So, if you could just answer a couple questions,” Dean started.

“Just before the plane went down, did you notice anything… unusual?” you asked him.

“Like what?” he asked.

“Strange lights, weird noises, maybe voices,” Sam continued.

“No, nothing,” he shrugged. The four of you sat down at a table.

“Mhm, Mr.Joffey,” Dean started.

“Jaffey,” he raised his eyebrow.

“Jaffey. You checked yourself in here, right?” Dean said.

He looked at Dean cautiously before nodding. 

“Can I ask why?” you looked at him.

“I was a little stressed. I survived a plane crash,” he sassed, a hint of anger in his tone.

“Uh-huh. And that’s what terrified you? That’s what you were afraid of?” you asked, thinking of a way to get him to admit what you saw in your dream. 

“I-I don’t wanna talk about this anymore,” he said.

“Cuz I think maybe you did see something up there. We need to know what,” Dean said.

“No, I was delusional, seeing things,” he shook his head.

Dean looked at you, then at Sam.

“He was seeing things,” Dean scoffed.

You rolled your eyes as Sam glared at Dean.

“It’s okay. Just tell us what you thought you saw,” Sam said.

“It’s not important,” he said.

You took a deep breath, knowing he wasn’t going to answer truthfully anytime soon.

“There was someone there, right?” you said, looking into his eyes to avoid Sam and Dean. 

You saw Sam and Dean’s gazes fall on you, looking confused.

“A man was there, right?” you asked again.

Max hesitated before nodding. Sam and Dean tensed up, looking at him.

“He had these eyes… these black eyes,” Max started, “I saw him… I thought I saw him…” his voice drifted off as he remembered the incident. 

“What?” Dean asked.

“He opened the emergency exit,” he said.

Dean raised his eyebrow, looking at you, then back at Max.

“But that’s impossible, I looked it up. There’s like two tons on that door,” he said.

“This man, did he seem to appear and disappear rapidly? Like a mirage?” Sam asked.

What? You looked at Sam.

“What are you, nuts? He was a passenger. Sat right in front of me.” 

---

“Here we are, George Phelps, seat 20C,” Sam said, as the three of you exited the car.

“Man, I don’t care how strong you are, even yolked up on PCP or something, no way you can open an emergency door during a flight,” Dean pointed out.

“Yeah, no human can,” you replied.

“Maybe he’s some type of creature, or something,” Sam suggested.

“Does that look like a creature’s lair to you?” Dean raised an eyebrow, pointing to his house.

You shrugged, your mind still thinking about demonic possession. 

---

“This was your late husband?” Sam asked, picking up a picture frame on the woman’s table.

“Yes,” she nodded, her eyes watery.

Your heart jumped, seeing the man in your dream.

“H-He was a dentist?” you asked her.

“Yes, he was headed to a convention in Denver,” she nodded.

Dean nodded, looking at you.

“Did you know he was petrified to fly?” she started.

The three of you slightly tensed, more interested in the conversation.

“For him to go like that….” she paused, taking a deep breath.

“How long were the two of you married for?” Sam asked.

“13 years,” she sniffled.

“In all that time, did you ever notice anything… strange about him? Anything out of the ordinary?” you asked.

“Well…” she started.

The three of you looked curiously at her.

“He had acid reflux if that’s what you mean,” she said.

You smiled awkwardly at her, nodding your head.

---

“We need to check out that wreckage,” Dean sighed.

“Yeah, well, we gotta look the part,” Sam smirked, walking off.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Dean asked you.

You laughed softly, shrugging as you walked off with Dean.

---

“Man, I look like one of the Blues Brothers,” Dean groaned, picking at his collar of the suit.

“No you don’t,” Sam sighed.

“You look like an adorable little seventh-grader at his first dance,” you teased.

“I hate you,” Dean said, glaring at you.

“You can look like a porcupine in a suit if I just…” you ran your fingers through his hair, pulling them upwards. 

He immediately hit your hand, pushing you away.

Sam cleared his throat, in an attempt to hold in his laughter as the three of you walked to the car.

---

The three of you showed your fake IDs, entering the wreckage site. Dean pulled out his EMF reader.

“What’s that?” Sam asked.

“It’s an EMF meter. It reads electromagnetic frequencies,” Dean explained.

“Yeah, I know what an EMF meter is but why does this one look like a busted up walkman?” Sam said, Dean, standing in front of the two of you.

“Cuz that’s what I made it out of. It’s homemade,” Dean smiled, trying to show it off.

“Dean, that’s never worked before,” you sighed, crossing your arms. 

“Yes it does,” he replied.

“No it doesn’t,” you said.

“Yes, it does.”

“No, it doesn’t”

“Yes, it does!”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“Shut up!” Sam exclaimed, rolling his eyes.

“No it doesn’t,” you said quickly, earning a glare from both of them.

The three of you walked through all the parts of the plane, Dean scanning them with the EMF meter.

You heard it beep, as you neared the emergency exit’s handle.

“No friggin way,” you scoffed.

Dean smiled cockily at you before Sam elbowed him.

“What is this stuff?” Dean asked, scraping a scrap from the plane wreck with his nail, sniffing it before making a disgusted face. 

“Only one way to find out,” Sam said, taking out a pocket knife to get a sample. 

“Okay, got it,” Sam handed you the sample.

“Now, let’s get out of here.”

---

“Sulfur,” you nodded your head, realizing you were right. It was demonic possession. Just like your dream.

“So, it’s a demon,” you said.

“Yeah, it would explain how a mortal man would have the strength to open an emergency hatch,” Dean said.

“If the guy was possessed, it’s possible,” Sam shrugged, looking up at the two of you. 

“This goes way beyond floating over a bed or barfing pea soup. I mean, it’s one thing to possess a person, but to use them to take down an entire airplane?” Dean questioned.

“You ever heard of something like that?” Sam asked.

“No, but that doesn’t technically make it impossible,” you replied.

You looked at Dean, noticing him giving you a look.

“Is there a problem?” you crossed your arms.

“No, not at all,” he replied, looking away as you rolled your eyes.

---

“So, every religion in every world culture has the concept of demons and demonic possession, right? Christain, Native Americans, Hindu, you name it,” Sam started, explaining his research to you and Dean while the three of you sat in the hotel room. 

“None describe anything like this,” Dean pointed out.

“That’s not exactly true. According to Japanese beliefs, certain demons are behind certain disasters, both natural and man-made. One causes earthquakes, another causes disease,” Sam replied.

“And this one causes plane crashes?” you heard Sam and Dean talk, not listening to their words as you sat on the bed, looking through John’s journal for the 100th time. Maybe he would know something about what was happening, or what was happening to you. 

You looked through his book carefully, trying to find anything.

You came across a page, (Y/N)

Shivers went down your spine as you spotted your name. You looked down the page, trying to see what he wrote. Most of the writing was smeared, in ruins, as you made out a few words. Can’t know… mother. You looked confused, trying to make sense.

“Hello? Earth to idiot?” Dean waved his hand in front of your face as you flinched back.

“Care to share with the rest of us?” he sassed.

You rolled your eyes, smacking his hand as he exclaimed.

“What’s your problem?!” he exclaimed.

“What do you mean?! You’re the one who’s waving your stupid hand in my face and bugging me!” you yelled.

“Yeah, cuz you’re not answering us!” he yelled back.

“Now’s not the time, seriously, guys,” Sam groaned, rubbing his head.

Before you could reply, Dean’s phone started ringing.

He glared at you before picking it up.

“Hey,” Dean answered.

“What? Jerry, I’m sorry that happened,” Dean said.

“Where did this happen?” you and Sam looked at each other before looking at Dean. 

“Jerry, hang in there, we’ll catch up with you soon,” Dean ended the call, sighing loudly.

“Another crash?” you asked.

“Yeah. Let’s go,” Dean grabbed his jacket as you hopped off the bed.

“Where?” Sam asked.

“Nazareth.”

---

“Okay, so two plan crashes with Chuck Lambert. Maybe the demon was after him?” Dean suggested. 

“Well, with all due respect to Chuck, that would be the good news,” Sam said. 

“Then what’s the bad news?” you asked, turning to Sam.

“Chuck’s plane went down exactly 40 minutes into the flight. And so did 2485,” he said, crossing his arms. 

“40 minutes? What does that mean?” Jerry asked the three of you.

“Biblical numerology. You know, like Noah’s ark, it rained for 40 days. The number means death,” you explained.

“There’s been 6 plan crashes over the last decade that all went down 40 minutes in,” Sam explained.

“So, those had no survivors… I don’t think it’s about Chuck specifically, the demon’s targeting all the survivors. It’s trying to finish the job,” you pointed out, turning to Dean. 

He rubbed his head, nodding softly.

---

“Amanda’s sister said she has another flight leaving Indianapolis at 8:00. I left her three voicemails already, she’s not answering,” you sat up in the Impala, looking at Sam and Dean. 

“Dean, even with you behind the wheel, there’s no way we’ll make it in time,” Sam shook his head.

You could hear the soft purr of the engine running grow louder as the speed fastened.

“We’ll make it,” Dean continued looking at the road, his hands gripping this wheel as his knuckles turned white.

---

The three of you ran into the airport, as you looked at the list of flights on the screen. 

“There. They’re boarding in 30 minutes,” Sam pointed out. 

“I need a phone. We’ll just call her,” Dean said. 

You spotted a courtesy phone, running to it as Sam and Dean followed you. 

“Hi. Gate 13,” Dean said into the phone.

You could feel another headache coming to you as you dug your nails into your palm. 

“I’m trying to contact Amanda Walker. She’s a flight attendant on flight 424,” Dean said.

You bit your bottom lip, feeling a pounding sensation take over your head. You could hear screams echoing through your ears. She wasn’t going to stop getting on that flight. Even if she did, it wouldn’t end. That demon would still hurt people. 

“(Y/N)?” Dean turned to you.

“We need to get on that plane,” you started, clenching your jaw tightly.

“What? Okay, hold on,” Dean started.

“No. Dean, even if Amanda doesn’t go on that flight, this demon is still going to kill people. We need to stop it,” you shook your head. 

“No, you listen to me,” Dean said in a hushed voice.

“I agree with (Y/N). Look, me and (Y/N)’ll go get tickets. Grab a bag and put stuff that’ll make it through security. We’ll meet back here in five minutes, okay?” Sam asked.

You nodded your head, turning to Dean as his face went pale. 

“Dean? Is there a problem?” you asked.

“No.. not really,” he tapped his foot anxiously.

“What? What’s wrong?” you and Sam immediately gave him a worried look. 

“Well, I kind of have this problem with... Uh…” he sighed deeply, as you ran your fingers through your hair.

“With flying,” you scoffed.

“What?” Sam exclaimed.

“Well, it’s never been an issue until now!” Dean yelled. 

“You’re joking, right?” Sam’s jaw dropped as he stared at Dean.

“Do I look like I’m joking?! Why do you think I drive everywhere, Sam?!” he said.

You cleared your throat, holding in a laugh.

“Don’t even start. At least I’m not afraid of freaking needles,” Dean glared at you, raising a finger.

“How do you have a tattoo if you’re afraid of needles?” Sam asked. 

“Okay, none of this is important. Dean, just stay here then. Me and Sam will go,” you suggested.

“Are you crazy? That plane’s gonna crash!” Dean said.

“Dean, either you come with us or we’ll go by ourselves. I’m not seeing a third option here,” Sam shook his head. 

“Oh, come on! Really?!” Dean looked around anxiously, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Dammnit,” he whined, running to the Impala. 

---

“Just try to relax,” Sam said to Dean, who was reading some flyer. 

“Just try to shut up,” he growled. Sam turned away from Dean, trying not to laugh.

You sat in the corner seat, by the window, watching as the plane took off. You turned to Dean, seeing him tense in his seat while his eyes widened. You could see him visibly holding onto the armrest. 

You could hear Dean humming, going a little while longer into the flight, while you kept checking the time. 

“Look man, I get you’re nervous, but you gotta stay focused, okay?” Sam asked softly. 

“We have 32 minutes to find who it’s possessing, and perform an exorcism,” you said.

“We need to find someone with some type of emotional distress, someone who has an addiction, someone who’s struggling,” Dean said. 

“What about Amanda?” Sam suggested.

“I don’t know…” one of the flight attendants walked by as Dean stopped them, asking if they were Amanda.

“Well, that’s gotta be Amanda back there,” Dean said.

You looked back at her, raising your eyebrow. Something made it difficult to believe she was possessed, but there was no way you could say that without any actual proof. 

“I’m gonna go talk to her,” Dean opened his bag, grabbed a water bottle filled with holy water.

“I think we can be more subtle than that. If she’s a demon, she’ll flinch at the name of God,” Sam said.

Dean nodded, standing up as Sam called him back.

“What?” he asked.

“Say it in Latin,” Sam said.

“Okay,” he turned again.

“Hey!” you whispered, calling him back.

“What?!” he whisper-yelled, slightly annoyed.

“In Latin, it’s Cristo,”  you said.

“I know, I’m not an idiot!” he rolled his eyes, walking to Amanda. 

---

“Well, she’s gotta be the most well-adjusted person on the planet,” Dean said, breathing heavily as he sat back down.

“You said, Cristo?”

“Yeah,”

“And?”

“There’s no demon in her. There’s no demon getting in her. That means it can be in anyone, anywhere,” Dean said.

You felt turbulence shake the plane as Dean yelled out.

“Come on, that can’t be normal!” he exclaimed.

“Hey, keep it together,” you whispered.

“This plane is going to crash, stop treating me like I’m friggin 4!” Dean said.

“You need to calm down. Panicking makes you open to demonic possession,” Sam said in a calm voice. 

Dean nodded, taking deep breaths to calm himself. 

“I found this exorcism. There are two parts. The first will expel the demon from the person’s body, which will actually make it stronger, but then the second part is gonna send it back to hell,” you explained. 

“Well, first things first, we have to find it.”

---

Dean walked through the aisle with his busted up walkmen, as you walked to him, putting your hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t do that!” he jumped.

“Sorry, did you find anything?” you asked.

He shook his head, putting the EMF detector into his pocket.

You felt a shiver go through you as you tensed slightly, looking at the copilot as he walked out in front of you and Dean.

“Cristo,” you said softly.

He flinched, looking back to you as his eyes were black. 

You took a deep breath, looking at Dean.

“What is it?” he said.

“It’s him.”

---

“She’s not gonna believe this,” the three of you made your way to the back of the plane, to Amanda. It looked like you needed her help to get the pilot to the back.

“Oh, hi. Hope the flight’s not too bumpy for you,” she smiled at Dean, walking to the three of you. 

“Actually, that’s kind of what we need to talk to you about,” Dean said. Sam closed the curtain behind you. 

“Uh, sure. What can I do for you?” she asked.

“This is gonna sound nuts, but we don’t have time for the whole ‘the truth is out there’ speech right now,” Dean started.

“Okay, look. We know you were on flight 2485,” you said.

Her face dropped as she looked at you three.

“Who are you guys?” she asked. 

“We’ve spoken to some of the other survivors. We know something bought down that plane and it wasn’t a mechanical failure,” you said.

“We need to stop it from happening again. Here. Now,” Dean said.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m very busy,” she shook her head nervously, trying to walk out as Dean put his hand on her shoulder.

“Okay, just wait a second. We’re not gonna hurt you, okay? Just listen. Chuck Lambert, the pilot from 2485? He’s dead,” Sam said.

“W-What?! Chuck is dead?” she exclaimed.

“He died in a plane crash. That’s two plane crashes. That doesn’t strike you as strange?” Dean said.

She stuttered, at a loss for words.

“There was something wrong with 2485. There’s something wrong with this flight too,” you said.

“Amanda, you have to believe us,” Dean said.

She stared at the three of you in silence, before scratching her head.

“On… On 2485, there was this man. He… had these eyes,” she started.

“Yeah, t-that’s exactly what we’re talking about,” Sam said.

“What are you asking me to do?” she asked.

“Get the co-pilot. We need you to bring him back here,” you explained.

“Why? What does he have to do with anything?” she asked. 

“Don’t have time to explain. We just need to talk to him,” Dean said. 

“Well, how am I supposed to go to the cockpit and get the copilot…” she said, frustrated.

“Whatever… just whatever it takes. Tell him something broke, whatever will get him out of that cockpit,” Sam said.

“You know, I could lose my job,” she started.

“You’re gonna lose a lot more than that if you don’t help us out,” you said.

She took a deep breath, agreeing. 

The three of you watched as she made her way to the cockpit, getting the copilot, leading him to the back. 

As he entered, Dean punched him, knocking him to the ground while you quickly sat on top of him, putting duct tape over his mouth. Sam threw you the holy water, as you poured it all over the copilot, watching it burn him. 

“Y-You said you were just gonna talk to him,” Amanda said frantically. 

“Wait outside the curtain, don’t let anyone in,” Sam said to Amanda.

She ran outside, taking a deep breath.

“Sam, hurry up!” you continued to hold him down, struggling.

“O-Okay… Regna terrae, cantate Deo, psallite Domino…” Sam started.

The demon punched you, pushing you off of him as you groaned softly, your back hitting the wall, while he ripped the tape off his mouth, kicking Dean away.

He grabbed Sam, his eyes turning black.

“I know what happened to your girlfriend,” Sam froze, looking at him.

“Sam! Now!” you said, holding him down once again, Dean helping you. 

Sam finished the exorcism, as a black cloud left the copilot’s body, going through the vents.

“Come on, we have to find it,” the three of you quickly got up, running out of the cabinet as the plane began falling. Dean fell into the corner, holding on while Sam grabbed your arm. 

You could hear the screams of the other passengers, as you fell to the ground.

“The book!” you crawled to John’s journal, reaching for it before it was kicked away.

You groaned, finally reaching it as you heard the alarms go off, along with Dean and the other passengers screaming. 

You quickly turned to the page, reciting the exorcism, holding Sam’s arm for balance. You immediately heard the engine stabilize, the alarms turning off as everyone breathed heavily, holding onto their families or whoever was next to them.

You exhaled heavily, as you and Sam made your way to Dean, helping him up.

---

The three of you walked out, as you looked at Sam softly.

“Are you okay?” you asked.

“(Y/N)... it knew about Jessica,” he said softly.

“Sam… these things… they read minds. They lie, okay? That’s all they did,” you said.

“Yeah,” he whispered.

You gave him a sorrowful look, wrapping your arms around him and Dean, walking out of the airport.

---

“Nobody knows what you guys did. But I do. A lot of people could’ve died, thank you. You’re dad’s gonna be real proud,” Jerry shook your hand, as you nodded softly, giving him a small smile. 

“Hey, how did you get my number anyway?” Dean asked.

“Your dad,” the three of you immediately tensed, looking at him.

“What?” you said softly.

“When?” Sam asked.

“You talked to him?” Dean asked.

“Well, not directly. I called his number and his voicemail said to call you,” Jerry explained. 

The three of you got into the car, heading off.

---

“It doesn’t make sense. Look, I tried to call Dad so many times. His number’s out of service,” Sam said. The three of you sat on the back of the Impala, parked in the middle of nowhere.

Dean called his number, putting it on speaker.

“This is John Winchester. I can’t be reached, If this is an emergency, call my son Dean…” your eyes watered slightly, listening to the voicemail.

You sniffled softly, biting your lip as you got up, sitting in the back, hearing Sam and Dean talking before they both entered.

Dean began driving, as you took out your phone, texting John once again.

Where are you, Dad?

Please be okay

[musedblues]

date/relationship based on a bet feat. anyone of your choosing. 😘

Hello Jess! Wherever did you think up something like this? I’m steering a little bit away from the obvious choice on this one because I’m in a Gwil mood! 

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Joe was your dearest friend. Yeah, you called each other when your tire went flat or he needed a ride to an audition, or your worlds seemed near ending, or whatever. But mostly, you had ridiculous fun. When you and Joe got together, there was a running joke for all your other friends to take cover. Because something always ended up happening. Broken lamps that bore the brunt of a really dumb joke. Innocent bystanders perplexed gazes as you and Joe went about disturbing the little peace held in the midday city- your friends embarrassed shuffle a few steps ahead of the pair of you. Furthest ahead was Gwilym. 

He could barely handle Joe, some days; said your auburn-haired friend. So when you came along to cause some trouble, Gwilym was always caught off guard. At first, you thought he sneered over being left out of a joke or two. But after your best attempts to clue him in, Gwilym seemed just as weary to join in your fun. So you took to pestering the guy, never too badly. Just a few jabs here and there. But somewhere in your light-hearted attempts to become Gwilym’s pal… you grew to become some kind of frenemies. You were nice enough, passing the salt to each other across fancy tables on nights out. Giving each other polite hellos and goodbyes. But Gwilym didn’t hide the way his glare landed on you when you joined Joe for you turn at some sleazy karaoke bar. And you were only encouraged to give him a reason to give you such unsettling looks. Your jabs became common, and Gwil fired back. 

And at the same steady pace that you’d grown a disdain for each other, tensions started to boil. You sat across the room, sharing sweets with Joe, while Ben occupied Gwilym, the two of you trading glares every now and again. Tonight the pair of you were set off simply over who got to have the last beer. Lucy took it in stride and insisted you and Gwilym stop bickering like toddlers.

“I bet you fifty bucks that Gwilym doesn’t actually hate you. And I bet the same amount that you don’t actually hate him.” Joe chirped, reaching for the plate full of chocolate covered strawberries you held onto. 

You barked a laugh, head thrown back, tears threatening to sting your eyes, the whole nine yards. And when your chuckles fizzled away you turned to notice Joe wasn’t laughing. 

“You cannot be serious.” You giggled even still, watching Joe give you the look. He was serious. 

“Ask him out. I’ll bet more that he’ll say yes.” 

“Fuck off.” You guffawed, suddenly too shy to search for Gwilym’s piercing gaze across the room. 

“Gwil!” Joe hollered, much to your chagrin. Worst still, Gwilym turned around. Joe proceeded to place an all-new bet, for everyone to hear. 

“Take this beautiful creature at my side on a date. Survive the whole night, and win free money.”

Your group of friends proceeded to place their own bets, mostly around how you and Gwilym would never make it the whole night, and how it would only end terribly for the both of you, and maybe everyone else too.

“Okay.” Gwilym shrugged, just before turning around to carry on chatting with Ben. You spent the rest of the night shouting at Joe for putting you in such emotional peril. 

You were entirely convinced Gwilym had only agreed so he could spend the whole night getting paid for arguing with you. You could have stood him up. You could show up and call him out. Actually, you’d planned on it. Till Ben mentioned something about giving Gwil a chance. The blonde rambled about this would be good for the two of you, how maybe you could settle your differences. And though this was all brought on by some kind of game, you decided to take it a bit more seriously. You were pretty tired of butting heads. Maybe this could be a good thing. 

But your hope wasn’t stronger than your nerves, as you walked up to the diner you’d planned to meet Gwil at. You were overcome with that old familiar wave of worry over what the two of you would get into this time.

He was there waiting. Dressed as nice as ever. And when you rushed over to apologize for lagging a couple of minutes behind, Gwilym only shrugged and assured you were alright. 

And when spent a while glancing over the menu, silence between you two became more awkward than weighted with its usual tension. 

“Okay so since we’re doing this, can we just… figure our shit out?” You gave a nervous little laugh. Gwilym shifted in his seat with a nod, suggesting you speak first. 

You explained how you’d only started bugging him in hopes he’d play along. How you’d been so eager to get to know Gwilym, based on all the things Joe shared about the guy to you. You felt sorry for how drastically the relationship between you and Gwilym had taken a turn. Sure, the group had their share of dramatics. But things with you and Gwilym were unlike anything with anyone else. 

“Oh God, okay.” Gwil heaved a sigh, taking a swig of his drink and glancing up to you with a confession on the tip of his tongue. You felt better for explaining yourself but knew better than to hope things would be different. Gwilym’s counter had yet to come. 

“I never hated you.” He began simply, in a calm warm tone. A smile flickered across his lips as he went on to explain that he was just shy, at first. Gwilym had been eager to know you too, but went quiet every time the chance arose. He said you were always occupied mucking about with Joe anyway. Gwilym said he was never weary of the ruckus you and Joe created. He said he was actually a little selfishly jealous. And then you found out Gwilym hated bickering as much as you did.

“You liked me?” You asked, a little stunned by the realization. 

“To be perfectly honest, I still sort of do.” Gwilym reached for his drink again, looking dispirited. And all your hope and worry and fear and faux loathing vanished in a flash. And though you were still surprised, you weren’t afraid to speak up.

“Well, I can’t agree to a second date if you only like me a little bit.” You teased because it was all you knew how to do in the midst of such an unexpected moment. You hadn’t been prepared for any such talk like this with Gwilym. But the conversation wasn’t at all unwelcomed. 

“Well... seems we’ll be richer by the end of this one. Perhaps I can take you someplace nice.” Gwilym grinned, and so did you. You were about to be a dash more financially stable, and much happier indeed.

Almost 600 Celebration Blurbs

[ythankucaptainmccoy]

Arc Trooper Fives x Reader (Getting Lucky)

I have been telling you all that I would let clone trooper Fives get lucky so here it is. I may have to slow down some of the content that I post because work is going to be super hectic and I will be working a lot of hours. That being said, enjoy some Fives getting laid because this sweet bean deserved so much more!!! WARNING: Dirty Dancing (not like the movie), Mentioned Abuse/Abuse, Fives is a hero, Blow Job, Oral, Over stimulation, Squirting, Hair pulling, Spanking, Sex (duh) and Fluff.

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Fives sat at the bar at 79s grumbling about stumbling upon Hardcase, Jesse and their mechanic the other night. Echo sat down beside him knowing the reason why Fives seemed so annoyed. “How are you holding up vod?”, Echo questioned. “I just don’t understand it Echo we’re both Arc Troopers now, and you would think by wearing this armor out that a girl would be attracted to it”, Fives circled the rim of his drink. 

“Well maybe you just haven’t found the right one”, Echo smiled. Before Fives could make a comment a woman sat down next to Echo grabbing his attention. “Hi there I couldn’t help but notice you earlier, you're cute and I was wondering if you would like to dance?”, she giggled nervously. Echo looked at Fives for help who just rolled his eyes. “He would love to dance”, Fives answered for him. 

The woman’s eyes lit up as she grabbed Echo’s hand leading him to the dance floor. “Kriff I haven’t had enough to drink for this bantha shit”, Fives grumbled downing his drink. He turned to see Echo dancing away, and that’s when he locked eyes on you, and the man that was threateningly holding your arm. “Let go of me you bastard!”, you slapped him. Fives saw him raise his hand, and he leapt into action.

You cringed knowing that the blow was coming, but when it didn’t land you looked up. An arc trooper had your attackers forearm in a tight grip. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you manners!”, Fives seethed. “Let go man the whore deserves it”, he drunkenly slurred. “Leave and if I see you around her again I’ll make sure me or one of my vod take care of you”, Fives growls squeezing tighter on the man's arm. He turned him around and kicked him in the ass, and turned back towards you.

“Are you alright?”, Fives questioned. “Yeah… I’m fine”, you shuddered. “Here why don’t you come sit with me awhile”, he offered. You followed him, and after he got you to open up about your attacker he realized that the man was an ex that had been abusive. Fives couldn’t believe someone could harm someone so beautiful and innocent like you. “Care to dance”, you said holding out your hand. Fives got up, and you both made your way to the dance floor. 

You turned your back to him, and started to sway your hips to the beat of the music. He was uncertain, and you reached back to grab his hands placing them on your hips. You pushed back against him as you began to really grind back into him. You both danced for a few minutes until the music changed and went to sit in a booth. Echo and his girl made their way towards you, and Echo talked with Fives for a moment then they both left.

Fives knew Echo was about to get lucky, and smiled. You reached your hand up to trace the five tattooed on his temple. “It must have hurt, can I get a closer look?”, you asked. He nodded but he wasn’t prepared for you to straddle him, and run a finger over the tattoo. He shuddered as you did so, and while he was distracted you leaned down to capture his lips with your own. He groaned and brought his hands to your hips as you bit at his bottom lip. 

He quickly gained control of the situation and brought his hands to your ass where he squeezed, and when you gasped he took the opportunity to explore your mouth. You pulled away to catch your breath as he tried to follow your lips. “Maybe we should go back to my place”, you suggested. Fives nodded and let you lead him outside the bar to call a cab. Once you made it to your apartment you started to punch in the code when Fives started to kiss and bite at your neck.

You were able to get inside and he started to take all of his armor off. He was in his blacks and Kama now so you pushed him against the wall, and slowly sank to your knees. “Are you okay?”, you questioned. “Yeah”, he breathed out. You pulled his blacks down along with his grays letting his hardened cock spring free. You watched as he gasped as you licked from the base of his shaft to the tip. Taking him into your mouth he pounded a fist against the wall and moaned. 

The velvety heat from your mouth was almost too overwhelming for him. He started to slowly thrust into your mouth, and you hummed a little. A strangled noise left him as you took him all the way into your throat. You pulled back when he thrust again, and he let a ‘sorry’ pass from his lips. You giggled and took him back into your mouth bobbing as fast as you could. “Ohhhh (Y/N) I’m about to…cum”, he gritted through his teeth. You took him into your throat swallowing around him.

He came with a loud moan as you swallowed everything he gave you. You pulled back and smiled up at him as he panted. He pulled his kama off and tossed it with the rest of his armor as you got up. He pulled your shirt over your head, and dove in to kiss you. He groaned as he could somewhat taste himself on your lips. Fives picked you up, and walked towards your room to toss you on the bed. He grinned as you reached back to unclasp your bra, and toss it into a corner of the room. 

He pulled his shirt over his head, and slowly made his way up to you. His kisses were hungry, and he was trying not to be too rough with you. “Fives you can be rough with me I won’t break”, you giggled. Fives looked at you like you had said the magic words, and promptly grabbed your wrists into one of his hands and pinned them above your head. He was kissing you like a man starved as his other hand trailed down your stomach to your pants. 

He unbuttoned them and slid his hand into the front to slide a finger over your already soaked panties. You whined into his mouth as you arched your back as he continued to tease you. He let go of your wrists and sat up on his haunches as he pulled your pants down and off of your legs. He kissed you again and then he licked your neck down to your breasts also leaving hickeys in his wake. The way you moaned had him rutting against you. He was teasing you know circling your nipple and then doing the same to the other. 

“Fives please”, you whined. He chuckled as he enveloped your nipple with his mouth. His tongue was like magic, and he noticed your hands gripping your blankets. He switched to your other nipple, and once he was done there he nipped down your stomach. He kept going lower, and then he stopped as he repositioned himself lower. You looked down to see what he was doing when he locked eyes with you and licked a stripe up your panties. 

That sight alone sent more wetness into your core, and you whimpered for him to keep going. Fives was enjoying every second of your noises and reactions. He made sure you were still watching as he bit the top of your panties and slid them down and off. He got down on his stomach and threw your legs over his shoulders then gripped your thighs to hold you in place. No warning was given as he delved right into your folds.

You had no clue how he knew how to do these things, but those thoughts melted as he sucked and licked at your clit. You tried to buck your hips, but his grip wouldn’t allow it. You cried out as he let his tongue slide into you. One hand was gripping your sheets as your other found its way to thread your fingers into his hair. You gave an experimental tug, and he groaned causing tiny vibrations at your core. 

You tensed at the feeling and pulled his hair lightly again. He grunted and started to suck harshly at your clit while flicking it with his tongue. That’s all it took for you to orgasm, but he didn’t stop. You tried to pull away as the overstimulation was getting worse, but Fives just looked into your eyes, and you could feel the vibrations from his chest as he chuckled. “Fives…. Oh KRIFF!”, you screamed as you came again soaking the mattress below you.

Fives pulled away to look at you as his cock twitched at the sight of you laid out on your bed chest heaving as you came down from your high with a dark wet spot under you where you had come. You looked down in disbelief at the wet patch there and back up to Fives who had the most wicked smirk you had ever seen. This man was going to be the death of you, and there were no complaints with that.

His pupils were blown wide, and your juices glistened on his lips and beard. You sat up, and pulled him down with you, and rolled so he would be underneath you. You kissed him and groaned as you tasted yourself on him. You pulled up to lightly bite at his beard and kiss your way down his neck to his chest where you sucked several hickeys. He watched as you ran your tongue over his nipple. He shuddered at the sensation and you brought yourself back up to kiss him.

As you kissed him you wrapped a hand around his shaft to line up with your entrance. Once you had him pressed against your entrance you were going to sink down when he grabbed hold of your hips and bucked up into you. You squeaked at the sensation of him filling you as you planted your hands on his chest for balance. He just smirked at you as you started a slow grinding and rhythm alternating between the two. You could tell he was trying to be a gentleman, and let you have some control, but he was gritting his teeth. 

He quickly flipped you both, and looked down at your grinning face. “Sorry mesh’la, but I don’t let go of control that easily”, he told you as he thrusted sharply into you. You gasped at the sensation. This was the hottest night you had ever had, and it was about to get better as he started to thrust into you at a wild pace. He leaned down to capture your lips as you placed your hands on his back. At one particular thrust had you seeing stars and you clawed at his back knowing you were leaving scratches that would be visible tomorrow. 

He groaned at the feeling, and repeatedly hit that spot inside you. He was getting close you could tell by how he was twitching madly inside you as you got closer to your own release. “(Y/N) I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum. Where?”, he begged, stopping his thrusts. “Inside me please Fives”, you moaned. “Ohhhh (Y/N) I can’t”, he panted, dropping his head to your shoulder. “It's ok Fives I want you to cum inside me”, you told him as you brought him back to face you. 

“Are you sure?”, he questioned. You nodded and kissed him with all the fiery passion you could muster. He started back to his brutal pace as he placed his forearms beside your head to brace himself. You were so close a couple more thrust had you wailing his name as you clamped down around him soaking his cock. The combination of you clamping down on him, and the wet heat that soaked his cock had him spilling inside you with a strangled moan that he tried to hide by biting down on your neck.

When you both came down from your high Fives released his bite, and sat up bringing you with him. He was still buried inside you, and he wasn’t going to be softening any time soon. You shared several lazy kisses until he started to guide you up and down on his cock again. “So eager to get going again”, you teased. “With a beautiful woman like you (Y/N) always”, he replied as you started to help him. 

He pulled out of you much to your surprise, and stood at the edge of your bed. “Face away from me on your hands and knees”, he directed. You did as you were instructed, and he pulled you back onto his cock. Fives started a nice pace and brought his hand down on your ass with a stinging slap. You jolted at the sensation, but it wasn’t unpleasant. He did it a couple more times until the skin was red, and then he rubbed at the offended skin. 

His thrusts were getting faster and faster as you reached down to circle your clit. You were a panting moaning mess at this point, and it took you by surprise when he grabbed your hair and tugged. You came almost immediately after he tugged the second time. He thrust three more times then pushed in as far as he could go to spill into you again. “I think we need a shower don’t you?” you asked once you both caught your breath.

He grinned and pulled out of you as you got up, and pulled him into the refresher with you. You turned the shower on, and once the steam started to rise you stepped in pulling him to you to kiss him. It was all tongue and teeth and he pulled away just for a moment to shut the shower door. When he came back to you he was more gentle, and slow with his movements. He picked you up by your thighs as you wrapped your legs around him.

He pinned you to the wall and entered you slowly as you ran your fingers gently through his hair. “I know this isn’t really the best time , but would you like to be my girlfriend?”, Fives asked blushing. ‘Oh my force how can this man go from being sexy as hell to cute as hell like that’, you thought to yourself. “I would love to”, you responded as you watched a smug smile come across his face. He kissed you again, and his thrusts were sloppy and lazy now.

This slow sex after what had just happened in the bedroom made your heart melt. He truly was a gentleman, and he was someone that you could see yourself settling down with. He brought his hand down to start circling your clit slowly and sensually. You whimpered against his lips as he continued to stroke your clit. You came easily and he followed right after then pulled out of you to set you back on the floor. 

He helped clean you under the stream of the water; his rough calloused hands seemed to turn to velvet. You shared kisses as you rinsed off and in turn washed him like he had with you. He hummed as you washed his hair having to stand on your tiptoes to reach. “I’m going to change the sheets and blanket just come out when you're ready”, you told him, giving him a kiss before stepping out of the shower to dry off. 

He turned off the water and dried himself as he made his way back to the bedroom. You had just gotten done with making the bed. He stopped as he noticed you were wearing his blacks top, and you threw him a pair of sweats. “They were supposed to be a gift for my ex, but since we aren’t together anymore I figured they are yours now”, she smiled as he pulled them on. You climbed into bed with Fives following right after you. He curled up against your side, laying his head on your chest and wrapping his arms around you. 

You traced his five tattoo until he was almost asleep. “I love you”, he mumbled. You froze for a second before replying, “I love you too Fives get some sleep”. You began tracing the five on his temple again, and he fell asleep quickly. Yeah this man was definitely worth being with and you never wanted him to leave your side you thought as you drifted off to sleep content at being in his arms.

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Alright guys while writing this I remembered my never ending love for Fives cuz ya’ll know he is boyfriend material and hell he would make a great father too. Hope ya’ll liked this and I will be making some more Fives x Reader as time goes on.

[peculiaridealist]

To My Dearest Kara

Summary:

Kara is anxious and Alex is giving her a push that she definitely need. Lena is overthinking and Maggie is... well... being Maggie.

Chapter 2: Yours Truly

Having James tell her to take the whole afternoon off when she about to get lunch, Kara decided to swing by Alex’s apartment before going to get food and eventually, to L-Corp. she needed her sister’s support and advice on how to approach Lena without freaking her out knowing that the brunette intended to keep the letter and wasn’t ready, yet.

“Hey, Alex. You home?” Kara called out as soon as she entered her sister’s loft.

“Here.” Alex said lazily, raising her hand and waved it at Kara. She was lying on the couch with some popcorn on her stomach. “I just finished watching a movie.”

“Don’t you have work?” Kara asked, wondering why her sister was like acting like she had all the time in the world.

“Nah. Don’t feel like getting up.” She stretched. “They’ll live without me barking orders at them for a day.”

“They’ll probably be so thankful for your absence.” Kara quipped.

“Hey!” Alex sat up and threw a cushion and hit the blonde square on the face. “I may be harsh on them but, they all love me and I deserve a break.”

“A break, huh. The end of the world must be near.” Kara continued teasing her sister to hide the shock that her workaholic sister was taking off work for a whole day. “Now, I’m just gonna wait for Lena to stop working without me having to drag her out of her office, as well.”

Alex laughed at Kara’s latter statement. “That would require for a miracle to happen.”

Kara paused for a moment, looking like she was mulling over what Alex had said then nodded with enthusiasm. “Yup, yup. Definitely.” She just then laughed and settled herself beside Alex and grabbed a handful of popcorn, earning a swat from her sister on her hand saying that she should go and make her own. She just stuck her tongue out and continued grabbing handful after handful of popcorn from Alex.

Giving up, Alex muttered. “You’re insufferable.”

“But you still love me.” Kara retorted.

“Says who?” Alex asked, raising her brow.

“Says you.” Kara answered with a wide grin.

“Yeah, yeah. I do love you so, shut up.” Alex chuckled. “Anyway, to what do I owe this visit?”

Kara was just silently staring at her which made her brow furrow. “Kara?” She called out but the blonde was still silent. “Kara, what’s wrong?” She nervously asked, her protective instincts taking over. “Answer me.”

Kara shrugged. “Well, you told me to shut up so I did.”

Alex looked at her sister incredulously. “You ass! You scared the shit out of me, I thought something was wrong.” She doesn’t know if she’ll smack Kara or laugh. “You don’t have to take everything literally.”

“I know. I just love teasing you every now and then.” Kara laughed again which made Alex groan.

A few more chuckles from Kara, the blonde puppy decided that it was enough and told sister what she really intended to do here.” “I found her… The one who wrote the letter.”

“Really?” Alex asked casually. “Who?”

“You won’t even react that it’s a her and not a him?” Now it was Kara’s turn to look at her sister incredulously.

“No.” Alex answered flatly. “And stop looking at me like I’ve grown a second head and just answer my question, Kara.”

“Fine.” Kara huffed. “It’s Lena.”

“Ha!” Alex exclaimed triumphantly, making Kara jump due to shock. “See? I told you!”

“Holy sun, Alex! Don’t do that! Are you trying to give me heart attack or something?” Kara reprimanded while clutching her chest. “And I’m pretty sure you never told me anything, by the way.”

“Sorry, not sorry.” Alex shrugged nonchalantly. “And I’m also pretty sure I dropped not-so-subtle hints before. I dropped a lot, actually.”

Kara wracked her brain, trying to remember when did her sister give hints but to no avail. She can’t remember where or when and frowned. “I really can’t remember you giving me any hints.”

Alex laughed. “It’s because you’re too dense to notice those hints. Hell, you didn’t even notice your own feelings up until now.”

Kara rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “Yeah, yeah, I’m dense, alright. No need to rub it on my face.”

Seconds of laughter later, Alex’s demeanor changed. “So, what are you planning to do?” She asked in all seriousness.

“Well… We’re going to have dinner tonight. Other than that? I don’t know. That’s why I’m here.” Kara sighed. “It’s just that, I want this to be perfect… I mean, she deserves more than anything and everything. I want her to feel that she’s well-loved. I want her to feel that she’s accepted. That no matter what the people think about her, whatever negativity that was thrown at her, it doesn’t matter because she’s something more to her, there’s more about her other than her being a Luthor.” Alex remained silent, letting Kara pour her feelings out without interrupting her.

“She’s special, Alex. She strives hard to be a force of good even if the people out there continued judging her because of her last name…” Kara trailed off.

“But?” Alex asked softly, encouraging her sister to continue.

“But, she’s only human, Alex. And us humans can only take so much and with her under that kind of pressure, I’m scared. I’m scared that I might freak her out. I’m scared that she may hate me for reading that letter. Her intention was to keep the letter. Not have me read it. What if she changed her mind? What if- what if…” Kara paused and took a deep breath to calm herself. She knows that she’s rambling and she can’t help it. “What if she doesn’t feel the same way anymore? Alex, what do I do? I- I…”

“Hey…” Alex slung her arm across Kara’s shoulder, giving her a sideway hug to comfort her rambling sister. “You’re overthinking, Kara. We’re talking about Lena here. Lena freaking Luthor. Your best friend and, I think it’s safe to say, your significant other. If there’s someone who loves you more than anything and anyone else,” Alex muttered ‘excluding me, of course’ and felt warmth on her chest when it elicited a giggle from Kara. “That someone is Lena.”

“You know, love is such a strong word.” Kara spoke with a voice just above whisper that if Alex wasn’t listening, she might have missed what her sister had said.

“Yeah… It is.” The older Danvers agreed. “And it’s stronger between the two of you because it’s true.”

Kara smiled, hope blossoming in her chest. “You really think she does? Love me, I mean. Because if you ask me if I love her, I do. I really do.”

“I don’t think she loves you, Kara. I know she does.” Alex gave Kara a light squeeze on the shoulder. “Though unfinished, the letter says it all.”

Kara glanced at her bag, knowing that the letter was secured inside of it. “I’m a walking anxiety.”

“Only when it comes to Lena.” Alex deadpanned and dragged her sister up. “And as much as I love having you here, I believe you told me that you have dinner plans, or shall I say a date, with the love of your life. I, on the other hand, have plans with Maggie tonight, as well, and will have a dinner date of our own.”

“It’s not a date.” Kara protested as her sister dragged her out of her apartment.

“Oh, it is a date. Enjoy!” Alex gave her a shit-eating grin before slamming the door on her face.

‘Did- did she just kicked me- me, her sister- out?’ Disbelief crossed Kara’s face as she stared at the door of her sister’s apartment before begrudgingly trudging out of the apartment building.

Once Alex was sure that her sister was gone, she whipped up her phone and called her girlfriend.

“Guess who was here.” She immediately said as soon as Maggie picked up.

“Hello to you, too, Danvers. I am doing fine, thank you so much for asking.” Maggie replied sarcastically.

“Sorry, babe.” Alex chuckled. “I was just kinda excited.”

“Oh? Alex Danvers getting excited that I wasn’t the cause?” Her girlfriend quipped. “Do tell.”

“Hmm… Promise me first that you won’t flip.”

“You know I flip at everything.”

“Okay, that’s fair enough. How to put it?” Alex mulled over her words, knowing that Maggie was definitely going to flip and just decided to just wing it. “Kara finally admitted that she’s in love with Lena.” Alex smirked even though she knows Maggie can’t see her.

“She what?!” Maggie practically screamed, making Alex’s smirk turn into a grin.

“Now, now. Don’t go breaking my eardrum before I even get my... winnings?”

“Goddammit.” Quiet as it may have been, she still heard what Maggie muttered on the other line.

“Oh, and I would also like to collect that fifty bucks later, thank you very much.” Alex said smugly.

“Oh, fuck you.” Maggie hissed.

“Oh, yes, please do.” Alex laughed causing Maggie to groan.

“Ugh… Why did I ever agree betting on Little Danvers’ love life with you?”

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7:00 pm

With Chinese takeouts (including a box of salad and three of potstickers), Kara was pacing back and forth in front of Lena’s office. All the confidence that she felt awhile ago at CatCo seemed to have dissipated even after Alex had given her a peptalk. She was quite thankful that Jess had left earlier than usual so that no one will be able to force her to go inside Lena’s office. Not that she doesn’t want to, no.

After several more minutes of pacing, she tried to calm her nerves. ‘Okay, Kara. Deep breaths. You can do this. You got this.’

Building up courage and after releasing a small huff, she entered Lena’s office. As she entered, she saw a focused Lena typing on her laptop. Deciding not to interrupt as she found the brunette’s look quite (okay, not quite but, extremely) adorable, Kara leaned on the door frame as she silently watched Lena.

Wearing her corporate attire which Kara adored since the day they met, her hair wasn’t up in its usual bun but it’s cascading a little lower down her shoulders, beautiful green eyes fixed on her laptop screen, slender fingers delicately tapping away on her keyboard, and blood red lips pursed on concentration. ‘God, those lips, really.’

Kara whipped up her phone and composed a message.

Kara: Knock, knock.

Lena’s eyes drifted on her phone beside her laptop when it lit up and Kara swore that she had a mini heart attack when she saw Lena smile. A smile which she had caused and a smile that was reserved for her and her alone only.

Lena: Hmm… Who’s there?

Her phone pinged (kicking herself internally for forgetting to put it in silent mode, wanting to be smooth but of course, she was always an epic fail) and as if on cue, Lena’s enticing emerald gaze quickly found her sapphire ones. Kara was at a loss for words and felt like she was under a spell and it was the kind of spell that only Lena Luthor can cast upon her.

“Kara.” Lena stood up immediately, forgetting whatever work she was doing, walked towards Kara and gave her a hug that was too brief for Kara’s liking. “Have you been standing there long?”

“Not really. I got here just a few minutes ago, actually.” She answered. “I believe the question should be, have you been waiting long? I know we talked about meeting 7, but I’m, like, 30 minutes late.” ’25 minutes pacing back and forth in front of your office and basically, 5 minutes staring at you, to be precise.’ Kara thought. “You must be hungry already. I’m sorry.”

Lena shook her head. “Darling, there’s no need to be sorry. I’m quite alright, but thank you for your concern.”

Kara’s heart skipped a beat. It always happened whenever Lena’s calling her those sweet endearments. She’s definitely not gonna be used to Lena’s endearments, not that she’s complaining. “A-are-“ She cleared her throat. “Are you sure?”

“Of course.” Lena husked out and kissed Kara on the cheek. “Shall we eat?”

Kara could feel her face heating up and she was sure as hell that she was blushing really hard. “Y-yeah. W-we should eat.” She stammered and placed the takeouts on the table. “I got you a salad in case you don’t want to eat heavy.”

Lena chuckled. “Ah, always the thoughtful one. Have I told you that you’re my favorite person?”

“A few times, yes.” Kara answered while bobbing her head. “But please, do tell me that a little bit more.”

“And make your head bloat?” Lena raised her brow and smirked. “Never.”

This made Kara pout. “Aww… You’re mean.”

“Don’t pout.” Lena mumbled something incoherently at the end which Kara wasn’t able to get.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Nothing!” Lena exclaimed and grabbed a box of potstickers which Kara grabbed as well, causing their fingers to brush against each other.

Lena was about to pull back when Kara pushed the box towards her. “Up for a greasy night?”

“I’d like to indulge a little when given the chance.” Lena answered, gratefully accepting the box with a wink and started to eat as she settled on the other end of the couch.

Kara blushed, if possible, even more and by the looks that Lena is giving her, she was sure that the woman in front of her noticed how red her face is and Lena seemed to enjoy Kara’s reactions.

They were eating in silence and it wasn’t an awkward silence rather, a comfortable one but, even though as comfortable as this was, Kara’s thoughts were wandering. How was she going to confront Lena? She doesn’t know what to do no matter how hard she thinks. ‘I’m an airhead.’ She thought.

“Kara, dear...” Lena called Kara and she snapped her attention towards Lena. “Are you okay?”

Kara blinked. “What? I mean- uhh, of course.” She chuckled nervously. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Lena sighed and smiled a bit. “You, my dear, are a very bad liar. Now, tell me what’s bothering you. Brows furrowed, nose scrunched, and all.”

Kara bit her lip, feeling embarrassed for being caught lying. She forgot for a second that it was Lena. A genius, a scientist, her best friend. Of course, Lena knows if she was lying. That and she’s a terrible liar.

“Kara…” Lena settled beside her which slightly startled the blonde. Kara was so caught up in her own thoughts that she hadn’t notice Lena moving from her spot. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“I know that.” Kara mumbled.

Lena gave Kara a light squeeze on her shoulder. “Then tell me what’s bothering you. Maybe I can help.”

“Yeah… You definitely can.” Kara took a deep breath. “Lena…”

“Yes, Kara?” Lena asked in almost a whisper.

“Do you- I…” Kara let out a shaky breath, hoping that it’ll calm her nerves. “I mean, did you… Did you write a letter?”

Lena pursed her lips for a moment before answering. “What letter? I’ve written tons of letters, Kara, so you have to be a bit more specific.”

“Well…” The blonde hesitated for a moment. She couldn’t read Lena’s expression. It was like she had her CEO mask on, the one she uses to guard her expressions, and it was never used on her. She let out another shaky breath before speaking. It was now or never. “A letter intended for me, Lena. The one with the confession.”

“I didn’t.” Lena said with a stoic expression.

“B-but James said that you-“

Lena cut her off. “He lied.”

“No…” Kara shook her head in disbelief. “He wouldn’t.”

“But he did. I didn’t even know that such letter exists.”

“Please tell me you’re lying.” Kara pleaded.

“Why?”

“B-because… because I want to know how the letter ends. I just want to know…” Kara trailed off.

“And?” Lena prodded.

“And I was hoping that it was you who wrote the letter because I…”

“You, what?”

“I love you, like, not in a platonic way. Like, I’m really in love with you.” Kara confessed.

Lena let out a humorless laugh. “This is ridiculous. Kara, are you sure? Do you even hear what you’re saying? I’m unlovable, Kara. After all, I am a Luthor. You can’t possibly love me. I don’t deserve-“

“No, Lena, stop degrading yourself and listen to me.” Kara leaned closer towards the brunette, leveling their eye contact. “Just because you’re a Luthor doesn’t mean that you’re unlovable or you’re not capable of being loved and Lena, you are one of the most inspiring woman that I have ever met and you deserve everything and you’re not just inspiring, you are also strong, intelligent, funny, beautiful, caring, and it goes on and on and if I start making a list of the reason to love you, it’ll take me forever to list the things why.” Kara was a bit shocked that she had said it all in one go without even stuttering but nevertheless, she continued. “Your name doesn’t define who you are. You’re not just a Luthor. For me, you’re your own. You are Lena… and you aren’t that hard to love, Lee. So, I’ll ask again. Did you or did you not write the letter?”

“I…” Lena was about to deny but when she looked at Kara and the blonde was looking back at her with her glassy blue eyes, looking like a damn kicked puppy again, her resolve crumbled. No one, not even her nor Alex, can resist Kara looking like that. She sighed, knowing that she was helpless at Kara’s mercy. Little did she know that Kara was feeling the same. “Fine… I did write the letter.”

With Lena finally admitting that she was the one who wrote the letter, Kara felt relief wash over her and before she can top herself, she blurted out. “Can I kiss you?”

Her face instantly heated up and she also saw that there was a tinge of pink blooming on Lena’s cheek. “I- I mean, it’s okay if you don’t want to. It’s totally fine, really. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable or anything. It’s just that-“

Her rambling was cut short when Lena pulled her by the neck, feeling the soft lips that were pressed against hers.

“Just shut up and kiss me. No one’s stopping you.”

And Kara did. She placed her hand on Lena’s cheek as she finally closed the gap between them and kissed Lena with passion and longing which was reciprocated with the same intensity and she felt Lena smiling between their kisses. She could hear her heart pounding loudly and she knew she was so screwed. She has fallen hard for her best friend.

With reluctance, Kara was the one who broke off the kiss as they were gasping for air. She was smiling wide like an idiot as she leaned her forehead on Lena’s.

“So… would you mind finishing the letter for me?” Kara asked a moment after their lips parted.

“I actually have the finished one. What you got was just a scratch that just so happened to be folded neatly.” Lena stood up and walked towards her desk. “I was about to throw it away that day and suddenly there was an emergency at the R&D that needed my immediate attention so I left in a hurry and didn’t notice that it slipped out of my bag.”

“Would you read it? Please?”

Lena smiled softly. “Of course. For you.”

Lena grabbed a piece of paper from her desk and settled back beside Kara. Clearing her throat, she began to read. “To my dearest Kara,

I have so much to say actually, but I guess I’ll keep this short, not that short, and go straight to the point. I just want to say thank you for being such a good friend and for everything you’ve done for me. You are the most extraordinary person that I’ve ever met and meeting you is probably the best thing that’s ever happened to me since the day that you walked into my office. I am usually guarded when it comes to reporters but, you? There was something in you that made me open up with ease. Other than that, I also want to let you know that I’m hopelessly in love with you. I don’t expect you to reciprocate my feelings, so don’t pressure yourself. I just merely want to get this out of my chest before it overwhelms me. You’re the only one who treated me like I was just a normal person and indifferent from the others. You trusted me completely regardless of my family background and you stood up for me whenever I’m being treated wrongly. You bring out the best in me and you try hard to let others see the good in me. If this letter affects our relationship, I want you to know that I’ll still be here whenever you need my help. I guess that’s everything.

“Oh, and one more thing. I love how my name rolls out of your tongue with your melodic voice.”

Kara laughed, or more likely giggled. “Lenaaa. You only added that last line just now, didn’t you?”

Lena shrugged and chuckled a bit. “Maybe?” Lena cleared her throat again and read her salutation. “Yours truly,” Lena casted a loving gaze at Kara. “Lena.”

Kara almost cried. Nope. She wasn’t gonna cry in front of Lena… Oh, who was she kidding? A tear already rolled down her cheek which Lena wiped with a gentle swipe of her thumb. Never in her life had she received something that’s really heartwarming such as this. Not from her previous suitors. Not from her exes. Only from the woman who is currently right in front of her. “Lena Kieran Luthor, have I told you that I love you?”

Smiling, Lena grabbed Kara’s hand and intertwined the fingers. “You have. But please, do tell me that a little bit more.” Lena said, throwing back what Kara told her just awhile ago, eliciting a laugh from the blonde.

“Well played, Lee. Well played.”

“You know, I’ve been wanting to hear you say that you love me for years...” Lena confessed, squeezing Kara’s fingers lightly.

Kara tilted her head to the side, looking confused. “I’m always telling you that.”

“That’s true…” Lena agreed. “But not in the way how I wanted it to be.”

“It’s a good thing that we’re on the same page, then.”

“That we are.” Lena giggled and gave the blonde a chaste kiss. “Oh, and Kara?”

Kara grinned. “Yeah, Lee?”

“I love you, too.”

**

As soon as they got in their apartment, Alex’s phone pinged.

Kara: Got my girl. (followed with lots of emojis)

“Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me!” Maggie exclaimed behind Alex as she read Kara’s message and Alex was howling with laughter.

“You should’ve listened to your own self not betting about Kara’s love life with me babe.” Alex pinched Maggie’s cheek. “That’s another twenty for me.”

Maggie swatted Alex’s hand. “Damn, I shouldn’t belittle Little Danvers’ abilities.” She huffed and glared at her girlfriend. “I’ll wipe that smug look off on your face one day, Danvers. You just wait.”

“Don’t worry.” Alex gave Maggie a brief kiss on her lips. “I’m definitely gonna look forward to that, Sawyer.”

AN:

And the end. Thanks for reading.

[winterscaptain]

joint chiefs.

Aaron Hotchner x Gender Neutral Reader

a/n: aunt tali is back for the third night in a row (whoops). this can be a stand-alone, but the original intention was to follow up in the dark, a few years later. it’s totally not necessary to read that one beforehand, but it might be fun! as always, tell me if i’ve screwed up somewhere and i’ll fix it right away :) words: 3853 warnings: swearing, some good kissing, snark, a couple of references that you get bonus points for recognizing some vocab, just in case: CARD: child abduction rapid deployment team, SAIC: special agent in charge, taking six/on your six: covering your partner’s back

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+++

You rolled over when your phone rang, answering it right away. “Hotchner.” You checked your watch on its charger. Just after 6am.

Can’t kidnappers wait until the sun’s up?

“We need you in the field today. CARD presence has been requested in Chicago for an all-hands, time-sensitive joint case. Details are incoming, but may be slow to reach you - I have very few myself. When can you be in the office?” The voice of your section chief came at you rapid-fire, and you sat up, rubbing your eyes.

“Yes ma’am. I can be there as soon as my sister-in-law gets here for Jack. I’ll call her now and give you an ETA when I have one. I can’t imagine it will be more than an hour.”

“Thank you. I know it’s a lot to ask with Aaron out on a case as well.”

“It’s alright, ma’am. I’ll be in touch.” You hung up and dressed quickly, calling Jess.

“Got a case?” She sounded terribly chipper for this hour.

“Yeah, I do. I’m so sorry to wake you,” you added lamely.

She chuckled. “You didn’t, and I should thank you. You just saved me from my 7am yoga class.”

“Well, put it on my tab. How quick can you get here?”

“I’ll be there in 20.”

You thanked her again and padded down the hallway to Jack’s room. Kneeling beside him, you brushed some hair off his forehead. It was enough to wake him. He blinked sleepily up at you and reached for you. You wrapped him in your arms, stroking the back of his head. 

“Hey bud. I’ve got a case I gotta go on, but Aunt Jess will be with you until Dad or I get home, okay?”

He nodded, closing his eyes again.

You kissed his forehead. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too,” he mumbled.

You shot a text to your section chief. Be there in 35 mins.

You made yourself a quick breakfast and a pot of coffee. You pulled a travel mug for yourself and a mug from the cabinet for Jess (It said Someone from San Antonio Loves Me!, but that was neither here nor there). 

Your go bag was already in the car – BAU habits die hard.

Jess arrived in record time, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek and taking her cup of coffee out of your hand. You’d grown close in the last few years, and considered her as much of a sister as Aaron did at this point. 

You slipped out the door as quietly as possible, jumping into the car and driving straight to the Quantico airstrip.

The plane was waiting for you, and you greeted the CARD B-Team as you sat down.

+++

The flight to Chicago wasn’t too long, but you managed to get some sleep on the way.

When you were on your final descent, you checked your email, finding no further information from your section chief, other than a case file for a series of missing children and address for the precinct. You didn’t have any information about the other factions of the joint case. Hopefully it wasn’t those jokers at the State Department. They meant well, but they never played nicely with the bureau.

You almost laughed out loud when you arrived at the local precinct, finding the backsides of both Spencer Reid and Derek Morgan in front of an evidence board.

“Hey, Chief?” One of your SSA’s – Agent Esme Salinger, stepped up beside you. “Aren’t those guys from your old unit?”

“They sure are.”

She snorted. “This’ll be fun.”

The back door opened, and Aaron, Emily, and Dave barreled in, heading straight for the conference room.

“You may be right about that,” you said distractedly. 

Aaron was barking about something in his Unit Chief Voice™, but you couldn’t make out the details as he kept moving. They pinned new evidence on the board right away, not taking any time to clock your presence.

That didn’t last long. Your newest agent, Knowles, jogged up to you with his go bag slung over his shoulder. “Hey, Hotch,” he said, way too loudly, “where should we park the cars?”

You whirled to face him, directing him to park by the other federal vehicles around the side of the building. You stifled your smile as you felt eyes turn to your back.

When you turned, you found the entire BAU grinning at you. You crossed to the conference room, wordlessly asking your team to hold where they were as you left them behind.

“SSA Hotchner. Good to see you again.” you said, approaching Aaron, your hand extended and tone extremely formal. 

He bit back a smile and he shook your hand with an unreasonable firmness. He matched you note for note. “SSA Hotchner. Glad to have you with us.”

You winked at him.

With a wave of your hand, your team trailed across the room and fell into a line at your back like a pack of well-trained ducklings. With a certain degree of pride, you introduced them to the BAU one by one.

“...And this is SSA Aaron Hotchner, BAU Unit Chief.” You looked at your husband with a small, fond smile before sobering and redirecting your attention to your team. “For the sake of clarity, we’ll switch back to my SAIC callsign – Ace – while we’re working with the BAU. Understood?”

They nodded, and got to work, pairing off with your former teammates to determine their plan of action.

Aaron stood beside you at the board. Staring straight ahead, his arms crossed, he asked, “Ace?”

“Yeah – I used all your poker tricks and cleaned them out my first week back at CARD as SAIC.”

The corner of his mouth lifted. “Excellent.”

+++

Aaron let himself into your hotel room just as you finished hanging the rest of your clothes in the minuscule closet. He came up behind you, dropping his hands to the waistband of your pajama pants and kissing your neck with a kind of desperate gentleness.

You smiled and tilted your head, bringing a hand up and carding your fingers through the hair at his temples. “Miss me?”

“You have no idea,” he said against your skin.

You turned in his arms and kissed him, pouring all your love and pride into it. He opened his mouth to you, and the way his tongue ran against yours stole your breath. He emitted a low groan when you scraped your teeth along his lower lip and he backed you up toward the bed.

“Planning on gettin’ some tonight, Agent Hotchner?”

He huffed a laugh, his mouth falling to the underside of your jaw and around to the sensitive skin over your carotid artery. You fell back on the bed, and he followed. 

There was a knock at the door. You both froze, his body hovering over yours. 

“Fuck,” you whispered, nearly throwing him off you.

He pressed his back to the wall by the bed, out of sight from the door. There was a shit-eating grin on his face. You rolled your eyes and straightened your shirt, hoping things weren’t too out of place.

Agent Salinger was on the other side of the door. “Hey, Ace. Do you have a minute?”

You leaned against the doorframe, trying to imitate something that looked casual. “Sure. What’s up?”

“Did you happen to bring any Advil with you? I’ve got a splitting headache and I’m out.”

“Sure, give me just a second.”

You left the door cracked and dug your med kit out of your go bag. Aaron tugged on the back of your shirt as you passed, and you swatted at him out of habit. Retrieving a small handful of tablets, you poured them into a little ziploc, sealed it, and returned to the door.

“Here, Salinger. This should hold you over if it continues through the end of the case. If you’re still hurting after we land back at Quantico, go ahead and visit the infirmary to see if they can do anything for you. That concussion’s still healing.” You smiled at her. “We need you sharp, alright?”

She took them gratefully, and gave you a mock salute. “Thanks. You’re the best.”

“That’s why they pay me the big bucks,” you joked. “Anything else you needed?”

She shook her head. “Have a good night, Ace.” She paused, hiding a smile and raising her voice a little, rising up on her toes. “You too, Hotch!”

You huffed and rolled your eyes. “Goodnight, Salinger. Sleep well.”

“Feel better!” Aaron’s voice came from around the corner, and you rolled your eyes. 

“Sleep well, you two.” Then, with a suggestive, curling smile, “Need a wake-up call in the morning?”

You shut the door in her face with a laugh and another farewell. As it closed, you leaned against it heavily. “Oh, I am never going to hear the end of that.”

Aaron turned the corner, loosening his tie. “Now, we’re even.”

You looped your arms around his neck as you remembered that day, years ago.

“You know, for a pair of profilers you guys really suck at sneaking around.” JJ’s voice echoed in your head. 

“I guess so,” you laughed. “This marriage is about give and take, after all.”

He kissed you languidly and you could feel the tension as he did his best to hide his smile. 

+++

“Hey, Hotch, how come you don’t have a cool nickname?” Derek said, grinning behind his sunglasses as they all piled into the car.

“I’d have one if you gave me one,” he quipped. You drove the car in front of him, the window rolled down and your elbow visible where it rested in the frail Chicago sunshine. 

He was excited to see you back in action. With your position as deputy unit chief, your role in the field was limited to emergency situations only. And with the CARD A-Team up in Pennsylvania for the week, you were stuck wrangling the younger agents on your own. 

That said, it was exciting for you to take point, and even more so to work alongside Aaron again.

The difference this time? You were peers. You had the same title, the same posture, the same authority. 

And perhaps most importantly, very little scrutiny regarding possibly-shared hotel rooms.

+++

He knocked on your door in the little pattern he picked up from you, and you opened it with a faux-serious expression. 

“Agent Hotchner, we can't keep meeting like this.”

He raised an eyebrow at you. 

He has a motive. 

You opened the door further and draped yourself against him where he stood in the hallway, continuing dramatically, “What will the people think?”

With surprising, but still gentle, force, he pushed you back into the room and pressed you against the wall. There was a click behind him as the door swung shut. 

You gasped, and your hands were suddenly over your head, locked between his fingers. 

“I think,” he said, wet, breathy kisses trailing down your neck and behind your ear, “the people will be appalled,” his lips closed around your skin as he painted marks over your collarbones, “by the unprofessional,” he released your hands, dropped to his knees and raised your shirt, “shocking,” he laved kisses across your stomach, “and unbecoming conduct of two senior agents.” His final words were delivered against your left hip.

You wound your hands in his hair and inhaled shakily. He pressed kisses and swept sweet bruises into your skin until you couldn’t feel anything but him.

When his mouth ghosted over you through your pajama pants, you knew exactly where the night was going. 

Your knees gave out, and you dropped into his lap, straddling him. You traced a hand down the side of his face, over his jaw. He leaned into it, and you roughened, taking his chin between your fingers With a firm, controlled jerk, you brought his lips to yours. His hips twitched, and you bit his lower lip in retaliation. 

He let out a low moan in his chest and his hands rucked up your shirt. They splayed across your back and shoulders, calloused and familiar. 

Allegedly, you made it to the bed at some point. If your exhaustion the next morning wasn’t enough evidence, the duvet on the floor and the pillows on the wrong side of the bed would happily testify to the lack of sleeping you did once you got there. 

+++

The next day at the evidence board found you and Aaron with identical, massive cups of coffee. 

Agents Salinger and Knowles sat at the table the next room over, reviewing interviews with JJ. 

“Do you think they ever, you know,” Knowles made a vaguely obscene gesture with his hand, and Salinger covered her mouth to hide her laugh. 

JJ didn’t look up from her notes, but replied, deadpan, “You have no idea.”

The younger agents snickered and watched you two work. 

It was easy. Even considering the stressful, time-sensitive nature of the unsub’s escalation over the previous four hours, you both moved around each other with a grace that only came with time. 

+++

A critical error. 

That’s the only thing you thought when you busted into the unsub’s house, minutes after your agents. The unsub was nowhere in sight, and Salinger was on the floor with her partner, putting pressure on a mild wound on his forehead and temple. 

Your jaw tightened and you shot them a look. 

I’ll deal with you later. 

Later came faster than even you could have imagined. You rounded the corner of the precinct to find Aaron laying into your agents for their screw-up back at the house. 

You stepped up to them with purpose and put a firm hand on Aaron’s arm. 

“Hotch, can I speak with you for a moment?” you looked at your agents and then back at him. “Privately.” 

It took everything in you to resist slamming the interrogation room door behind you. 

“What on this God-given green Earth made you think it was appropriate to discipline my agents?” 

He took a deep breath before replying and dropped into what you, usually fondly, referred to as Lawyer Mode. It was far less endearing in that moment, and only served to further piss you off. “Their mistakes cost us an arrest today. With this level of escalation, we could have two more missing kids by sundown. They needed to be made aware of their critical failure.”

You pressed your hands to the cool table, realizing you two were facing off over the surface like two cowboys in an old Western.

This town ain’t big enough for the both of us…

“Do you think I don’t know that?”

“No, I think it’s time sensitive and needed to be addressed immediately.” He crossed his arms. 

Damn it. 

You changed tactics, opening your shoulders as you braced yourself on the table. “I’m acutely aware of the time-sensitive nature of this case, which is why I was waiting to reprimand them until they had the time to actually process it. They’re young. They get caught up in it, and Salinger is particularly prone to amplifying rejection, so she’ll be unwilling to take risks until we fly home for fear of inspiring your ire and my disappointment. They fucked up, I know. But I know my team, I know how they need to be handled so we can continue working on this case. You don’t.”

The frustration had drained out of him during your tirade and was replaced with contrition. You were right, and he knew it. You softened your tone, but only a little.

“Aaron, I need you to trust me to handle my team effectively. I don’t need you to step in on my behalf.” Your frustration crawled up into your throat, and you begged your tears not to betray you. Swallowing, you collected yourself and stared him right in the eye. “You undermined my authority today. Please don’t do it again.”

His mouth pressed into a thin, remorseful line. He looked down at the table and took a deep breath. Meeting your eyes again, he said, “I respect and value your leadership and your position. You are, and always will be, the best person to lead your team. I got caught up in my frustration and failed to consider the optics and the specific needs of your agents. I’m sorry.” He rounded the table, crossing to you. “It won’t happen again.” 

There was silence for a moment. Then, Aaron crossed the chasm between colleagues and spouses and reached for your hands, running his thumb over your wedding ring. It was a silent reminder, for both of you. 

Fight nice.

“Thank you.” Sighing, you brought one of your hands to the lapel of his suit jacket, fiddling with it just for something to do as you spoke. “You need to apologize to my agents for overstepping and emphasize that you defer to me on all aspects regarding CARD involvement in the case.” 

“I can do that.” His lips quirked up into the smile you loved, the smile that only you saw. “Forgive me?” 

You heaved a sigh. “I guess so.” He met your eyes and you broke, a little smile threatening at the corners of your mouth. “Let’s get out there and save some kids today, yeah?”

He released your hand and crossed the room, opening the door for you - a wordless agreement, as well as a reiteration of support you so deeply cherished. 

+++

It only took you another hour to locate the unsub - even though he used forensic countermeasures, he wasn’t all that bright. One swipe of his credit card, and Garcia had him in her clutches. 

You raced to his location. Aaron drove the lead car with Derek behind him, and you brought up the rear with the rest of the team. It was more than a little thrilling to drive impossibly fast, sirens wailing, headed to end this man’s reign of terror on Chicago families. 

Throwing the car into park strategically perpendicular to Derek’s SUV, you jumped out of the car and drew your weapon. You took Aaron’s six through the front of the house, a calm settling over you as the pair of you fell right into line. 

Aaron found the unsub in the back bedroom, with a knife held to the most recently kidnapped child. You squared up just off Aaron’s left shoulder for a clear line of sight, avoiding his right side. If you had to fire a shot, the last thing you wanted to do was aggravate his bad ear. 

Out of the corner of your eye, Derek lined up a clean shot through the window. He knew to wait for Hotch, who had started to talk the unsub down, before taking any action. 

Your heart swelled with both pride and affection as Aaron successfully and handily de-escalated the situation and made the arrest himself. He passed the unsub off to the local officers, and you both continued searching the house for the missing children. 

JJ found them first, unharmed and terrified, in a hidden shed out back. She deferred to you, and you called your team over to perform a quick trauma eval on each of the children. 

Knowles and Salinger, still twitchy from their earlier run-in with Aaron, settled down once they were able to perform their designated duties with their colleagues. 

When they were finished, Aaron pulled them aside and spoke quietly with them for a moment. Salinger’s mouth twisted into a little smile, and Knowles took a deep breath. Every once in a while, one of them looked over at you as Aaron spoke. 

After a final set of smiles and nods, they exchanged handshakes. Aaron looked significantly lighter as he approached you as you leaned on the SUV. With your sunglasses on, you looked decidedly and federally important. 

Aaron settled in beside you, slipping his sunglasses over his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest. You bumped his shoulder, and kept your voice low. “It was nice to work together, again.”

A ghost of a smile crossed his face, but it was one only you (and maybe Dave) would notice. You could carry on entire conversations without physically acknowledging each other just as well as you could communicate without words at all. Aaron stayed focused on something in the middle distance as he replied. “It was.”

“It’s nice to know you’re still good at your job without me.” You bit back a smile as your eyes tracked your team, wrapping everything up. 

You could almost hear his eye roll. “Glad to hear my performance is consistent and up to your standards.” 

“Your performance is always consistent and up to my standards.” 

The double meaning was not lost on him, according to the dimple that pressed into his left cheek. 

After a moment of silence, the humor dropped from your tone. “Sorry I got mad at you.” 

He huffed a laugh through his nose, his face unchanged. “I deserved it.” 

“You did,” you agreed, “but I forgot how much I dislike getting upset with you in the field.” 

“As opposed to getting upset with me at home?” 

“Exactly.” 

+++

Knowles and Salinger placed a bet on something while you were all in the car, but you weren’t sure what it was. You shook your head at their antics, feeling very much like a parent all of a sudden. 

When you all landed in the hotel lobby, BAU and CARD combined, Hotch checked his watch and said, “We’re all taking the jet back together. Adjust accordingly. Wheels up in thirty.” 

With a smug grin, Salinger collected her cash from Knowles. 

You exchanged a glance with Hotch, one full of long-suffering understanding, and shook your head. 

+++

To save on space, it only seemed reasonable to cozy up to Hotch on the flight home. The three extra bodies meant that almost every seat was full, and sleeping in a ball was the only option. 

Your head rested in Hotch’s lap, pillowed on his suit jacket, while the rest of you curled up on the seat beside him. A case file rested lightly on the side of your head as Aaron reviewed it, flipping pages every once and awhile.

Your phone rang, and Hotch pulled it out of your pocket before you could reach around for it. 

“Hotchner….Hey buddy...Yeah we’ll be home really soon. We’re on the plane right now…” He checked his watch. “It’ll be past your bedtime when we get home, so we’ll come in and say goodnight to you really quick, okay?...Alright. See you soon. I love you.” 

He hung up and tossed the phone on the seat, reclining and stretching his long legs out in front of him. You tapped his knee. “How’s the kid?”

He chuckled. “Good. Apparently there’s mac ‘n cheese for dinner. It’s very exciting.” 

You hummed contentedly, bringing your arm up to rest on his knee as you endeavored to get a little more comfortable. 

Aaron’s hand landed on your shoulder, and he squeezed once. “Missed you.”

You covered his hand with yours. “Missed you, too.”

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New World Order - Part 7 (REPOST)

Characters: Alpha!Dean, Omega!Reader,  Alpha!Sam x Omega!Jess

Warnings: Angst, Heat/Rut Cycles, A/B/O Dynamics, Smut, Mating, Knotting, Claiming

Word Count: 2,865

A/N: Co-written with @winsister91​. Sorry for the delay. I just have had a lot on my plate lately and wasn’t able to have time or energy to post.

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Sam rushed outside, looking around and not immediately seeing Dean. He sniffed the air quickly, following the overbearing scent of Dean until he found him, lazily tossing rocks at the trees, a simple task to keep him calm and allow him to process his thoughts - Dean’s sort of meditation.

“Hey man,” Sam said, coming up beside Dean, “Y/N’s asking for you,” he said as casually as he could muster. He could sense the sadness and desperation in Dean and his heart broke for him.

“She’s asking for me?” Dean quickly sought clarification, “Is she okay?”

“Honestly,” Sam said, turning to face his brother, “I think she wants to mate,” he admitted, shrugging. “Jess said this thing, about all of us feeling like a pack and…” he smirked to himself, shaking his head slightly.

Dean took a second to process that, before he shook himself back to reality, “Damn that girl is smitten,” he scoffed, rubbing his forehead, “But Y/N…If I go back in there and she turns me down again, I don’t know how I’m going to react, all right?”

“Dean,” Sam huffed, “Don’t give her the chance.”

Dean glanced at Sam with a raised eyebrow, “You do realize what that sounds like right?”

Sam rolled his eyes, “You know what I mean. You’re the Alpha, so act like it. Show her why she’s wrong, you know? Just, stop trying to fight and control it is all I’m saying.”

“All right, fine, I’m going,” Dean barked, breathing in deeply before heading back inside. Her scent hit him hard as soon as he was indoors. He stopped to take it in for a moment, closing his eyes and sighing as he felt his muscles slightly relax. “Y/N?” he said, entering the room where she and Jess were sat.

Y/N gave a firm squeeze to Jess’ forearm, before lightly nodding at her that she was okay and releasing her arm with a small smile.

Jess gave a small smile before hopping to her feet and hastily leaving, making sure to give the big stinking Alpha a wide berth.

Y/N and Dean watched her leave, before turning their attention back to one another. “I’m sorry,” Y/N broke the tension, “For pushing you away.”

She never needed to apologize, never to him. He moved closer to her, sitting at her side and watching her closely, “You’re safe, Omega,” he said, thinking back on Sam’s words, “But you need to decide what you want. ‘Cause I can only go through with this if you actually want to.”

“I’m scared,” she admitted with a nod to herself, “I don’t really know what’s gonna happen and I’m hoping you’ll be good to me,” she said softly, scared to look at him.

“Hey,” he said, daring to tuck a finger under her chin and make her look at him, “You think you’re the only one that’s scared?” he shook his head with a small chuckle, “You get this like, expectation of what your life is going to be like and then all of a sudden this freaking bomb falls out the sky…literally in this case,” he laughed softly at his own joke before his eyes scanned across Y/N’s features and his thumb brushed her cheek, “It just changes everything. It’s damn terrifying, but…sometimes things just work out. And I promise to make you happy, Omega.”

She blinked several times, her eyes wandering over his features before she leaned forward and gently pecked his lips, her eyes locked on his as she slowly pulled back. Her eyes pleaded for a positive response and he could see the fear she mentioned swimming in the background.

“Relax Omega,” he smiled, eager to taste her lips again and he leaned forward kissing deeper and sighing into it contently, “You good?”

Her body relaxed under his command and she hummed, pressing herself closer to him, silently begging for more, “I trust you,” she breathed against his lips, “Alpha,” she whimpered as another cramp rolled through her body.

Dean couldn’t stop the broad smile that spread on his face, he quickly kissed her again, his hands reaching around her and pushing their bodies together. “Omega,” he breathed over her lips, her skin was hot to the touch and he felt her thigh pushing into his groin which made a small growl rumble in his throat, “My Omega…”

She whined, clutching at his shirt collar and pulling him closer to her as she kissed him back fiercely.

Dean could feel his head going light and foggy, completely consumed in everything that was her. He wanted to kiss and lick every inch of her damn body. His hands whipped under the hem of her shirt, quickly pulling it up and over her head. She was braless, and he gazed over her, biting his bottom lip in appreciation, “So fucking beautiful, Omega,” he leaned forward, trailing kisses along her collarbone and then down to the swell of her breast.

Y/N moaned, her hands finding his hair, threading her fingers through it and holding him against her with a contented sigh.

Her moans sent waves of satisfaction through him, her tugs in his hair sent jolts of arousal. He turned his attention to her other breast, laying his arm under her lower back and pulling her up into him, making sure she could feel the hard bulge in his jeans on her inner thigh.

She ground down into his lap, enjoying the friction, as she dropped her head forward, kissing and licking up his neck to his ear, nibbling on his lobe and panting against his sensitive skin.

Dean moaned at the sensation on his neck, humming and closing his eyes as his hips instinctively rolled into her. He pulled back to remove his own shirt, quickly scooping back up and relishing the touch of her skin on his. He hungrily devoured Y/N’s mouth, another growl in his throat as he bunched his fingers in her hair tightly.

She cupped his face in her hands, making him look at her, “Are you sure about this? All of it?” she checked in, her fears rising up once more, but she swallowed them back, “I mean…all of it?”

Dean smiled reassuringly, holding her hand on his cheek, “I’m sure so long as we got each other in this, it’s all gonna be fine. I know that I need you.”

“I think I need you too,” she admitted with a smirk.

“Oh yeah?” he grinned devilishly, excitement rolling in his belly. He kissed her again, groaning into it and panting words between pecks, “‘Cause damn I need you, Baby. I need you so bad right now, Omega.” He trailed his kisses to her neck, licking the soft flesh and sucking gently.

“Dean, Alpha, please,” she begged breathily, her hands clawing at his back lightly as she clung to him, wanting to feel the skin on skin as much as possible. She let his scent consume her, and it made her feel even more desperate for him. She could already feel her panties soaking and wondered if he could feel how hot she was.

He nipped again on her neck, smiling against her skin as he tugged on her arms, pulling them around and placing them on his belt buckle. He attached his lips back to hers, holding them close while his hand dipped into the waistband of her sweatpants. He found her cloth-covered center, poking a digit through the drenched material and teasing at her folds.

Her hips involuntarily bucked against his hand and she gasped, before quickly working open Dean’s belt and opening the button and zipper on his jeans. The rational part of her mind told her they’d never get where they needed to be if they didn’t separate to remove their clothes. Reluctantly, she pulled from his hold, climbing off of his lap and silencing his protest with a swift kiss, before standing and removing the rest of her clothing.

He tilted his head, watching and tracing his eyes over her body and her curves. He could feel his cock throbbing and straining against his boxers. He got up, removing the rest of his clothes and pulling Y/N back towards him, growling as his length grazed across her skin.

She gasped at the sudden movement catching her off guard before she felt his length against her and her eyes went wide. She allowed her eyes to scan down his body, before landing on his cock, trapped between them, “Oh my god,” she whispered, before blushing. She wasn’t sure she could take all of him.

“You like what you see?” Dean chuckled bringing her gaze back up to his face, “S’all yours, baby.”

She smirked, tentatively kissing him again as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him back into her, humming into the kiss.

He hummed back, holding Y/N’s waist and guiding them both back to the makeshift bed. He lowered them down, holding his body over hers. His knee sat firmly between her thighs, one hand grazed along her belly, drawing a path up to her breast and squeezed firmly. The other hand drew its own trail along her inner thigh, moving sinfully slow until finally reached her drenched center. Dean’s throat rumbled as two digits became soaked at the slightest touch. He nuzzled into her shoulder, breathing her scent in deeply like it was some kind of drug.

“Mine,” he hummed, as he pushed the two digits through, feeling her body jolt and squirm beneath him. He drew them back, slowly scissoring them before plunging back into her with a third. Her moans made his stomach roll, sweat collecting on his brow just watching her coming slowly undone beneath him. He gulped down a lump in his throat, his fingers pumped faster, he wanted to take her right there and then, he needed just one last confirmation, “Am I yours, Omega?”

“Yes, Alpha,” she gazed into his eyes, “And I’m yours,” she confirmed to him, almost a plea.

It was like someone flipped a switch.

Dean moaned at her words, morphing into a growl as he pumped his fingers faster, his thumb pressing hard into her clit and rubbing small tight circles, “Cum,” he said, “Now.”

As if her body was obeying his commands, she came with a cry of his name, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he worked her through her high.

Before she came back down, Dean quickly withdrew his fingers. He crashed his mouth into hers, letting her moans fall across lips as he lined his cock up to her folds. He growled at the mere touch, unable to stop the harsh thrust of his hip as he pounded through and into her. He choked a moan, clenching his jaw as he held himself, feeling the remnants of her orgasm fluttering around him. “Oh fuck…” he panted, dropping his head into her neck and gulping down more of that sweet scent that made him so high, “You’re so fucking perfect, Omega.”

Y/N almost sobbed from the intensity of being surrounded by Dean, his scent, filled with him. Her heart swelled and her body reacted in ways she didn’t quite understand. But she gave in to it, and to him, trusting him to understand what they needed, “Move, please,” she begged, wiggling her hips beneath him, “Make me yours.”

He almost whined, his cock twitching hungrily at her words. He did as his Omega desired, drawing his hips back and pounding back in with a growl of satisfaction. What started as long drawn out thrusts rapidly descended into skin slapping pounds as hunger and desire overwhelmed every single one of Dean’s senses. He buried his face between her breasts, panting on her skin, and moaning sinfully at all of her touches. His thrusts grew erratic, his lips nipping and sucking a trail along her chest and reaching her neck where he ghosted his lips.

She turned her head, baring her neck to him and holding him closer, wrapping her legs tightly around him, sending him deeper inside of her, his thrusts slamming almost painfully against her cervix.

“Oh, god, Dean,” she whined, feeling so close, but need more, “Need your knot, Alpha. Need your Mark, please.” she begged almost desperately, a small voice in the back of her mind questioning what she was even saying.

“Mine!” he growled in her ear, his head completely fogged with need, “I’m so close, Omega. Need you to cum with me.” A hand snaked back over to her clit, brushing over the spot and circling and rubbing. His thrust grew impossibly stronger, as his lips brushed along the soft flesh of her neck. He kissed and pecked on the area softly, sucking lightly on the skin before flattening his tongue over the spot to soothe it. He could feel the pressure building, her walls were clenching around him hard and he closed his eyes as his mind started to go white. He growled longingly biting down on her neck, clutching her to him tightly as he sucked his deep mark.

“Alpha,” she screamed out from the feel of his teeth breaking her skin, and she came hard, clenching around his length and feeling his knot swell, stretching her impossibly further and prolonging her climax.

A noise comparable to a roar burst from him as he came. Long hot ropes of cum shooting deep into Y/N’s core. Dean panted, wincing slightly and moaning as his cock throbbed and shot more ropes. He breathed out heavily, almost buckling on top of her and just managing to catch himself. “Holy shit…” he gasped for air, feeling his knot holding tight and throbbing.

Her walls fluttered, causing her to clench once more before she felt more of Dean’s cum filling her. They both shifted, and gasped, feeling the knot keeping them locked together. Y/N adjusted her neck, wincing slightly at the feel of the bite, her hands resting on Dean’s ribs, lightly holding him.

“Uh…” Dean mumbled, holding his arms around Y/N and attempting to move them into a more comfortable position on their sides. As they moved, his eyes kept shifting to the mark he made on her neck, it made his guts rumble excitedly, prompting another shot of cum each time. He looked at her, smirking stroking a finger across her cheekbone with a mischievous chuckle, “Look, I’m just gonna go ahead and call it out, this is awkward.”

“Is really is,” she chuckled, dropping her forehead to his chest.

He laughed, planting a kiss on the top of her head and sighing as he let his eyes finally close and rest for a bit, “Relax, Omega,” he said contently, “We ride it out I guess, just glad I’m with you.”

“Do you…” she looked up at him, hesitating as she nibbled her bottom lip. She was afraid of scaring him, but she had to know, “Do you feel different?” she asked.

“I feel like…” he said drifting into thought for a moment, “Like everything’s right now. Now you’re here, I don’t want you to leave, b-but,” he shuffled slightly looking at her seriously, “that doesn’t mean you can’t do any of the things you planned, we’re not trapped in the Bunker. You wanna go somewhere, we go. I’ll protect you every step of the way.”

“I have to see what happened. To just…accept it, I guess.” she said, feeling as if all she felt and thought he could see, but somehow, she felt calm and as if it was all okay. She felt another small spurt from Dean before his knot began to recede enough for him to pull out. They both winced at the over sensitivity, both their eyes trailing down to watch as copious amounts of cum oozed out of her folds and onto the makeshift bed, “Jesus Christ, Dean,” Y/N cursed in disbelief with wide eyes.

“Wow…” Dean scratched the back of his head awkwardly, “Th-that’s never happened before. How is that much even possible?”

“It’s like you’re trying to knock me up,” she whined under her breath, searching for something to clean herself with.

“Well…isn’t that the point of this whole Alpha-Omega shebang?” He retorted, before quickly raising his hands in defense of her glare, “For the record, I wasn’t trying. It just sorta…happened.”

“Oh god,” she panicked, realizing what that could mean and her mind quickly drifted off into dark places as she lowered her head from his gaze.

“Hey, hey,” Dean frowned slightly and laid his hand on her arm, “Whatever happens, we’ll get through it all right? First thing tomorrow, we’ll head to DC.”

“Promise?” she said, perking up slightly as she frantically searched his eyes for any lie and finding none. She smiled brightly, kissing him sweetly, “Thank you Alpha,” she breathed against his lips.

“Anything for my Omega,” he smirked, kissing her back deeper and humming into it, “You should sleep.”

“You need sleep too, Dean,” she said sternly, “I know you haven’t slept in a long while.” she chastised with a raised brow.

“Eh,” Dean shrugged, holding her close to him as he got comfy, “Something tells me I might start finding sleep a little easier if it’s like this…”

[elisende]

Predators (2/2)

Characters: Halsin/OFC Rating: M Warnings: Attempted rape/noncon Words: 3330 Halsin knew so little it often shocked her.

She recognized, when she took him on, that he was unfledged. But his ignorance was vast and hungry.

Gods knew the boy had appetites. For knowledge, for every last scrap of food. For her body. She was not flattered: she knew she could be just about anyone, man or woman, elf or human--even a dwarf, he was indiscriminate.

Most of all, he was hungry for connection. She did not ask what had become of his people but trusted he would tell her in his own time.

He was not shy of speaking. Nor of asking, endlessly, about all subjects. What is the name of that bird, why is it called so, does it remain in the forest through winter or seek warmer climes? Why?

In desperation, she wrote to her Circle and a month later a moose trotted into the clearing laden with bulging packs of scrolls and a few codexes.

Provender for your mind, she explained. Halsin was dubious at first but his natural curiosity got the better of him and now he spent most afternoons curled up in the branches of a downy birch reading scroll after scroll, as insatiable a reader as he was a lover.

He wanted her every night, every dawn. He wanted her when she bent over the cookpot preparing their lunch and when they walked the woods. She refused him four times out of five and still they lay together twice a day. Dalia was exhausted but not displeased; he was an apt student in all things and by nature generous.

Her pupil’s progress in the six months under her tutelage was impressive even by her high standards. And true to his word, he’d given her no cause to regret her decision to teach him.

Yet he was still unformed. Still unconscious to the grace and nuance of nature’s dance. And still angry.

“Teach me how to take a wild shape,” he demanded one sun-washed afternoon in the clearing. Dalia, never idle, was picking through some useful herbs they had collected that morning in the woods, sorting them according to which she would dry, which she would distill, and which she would pack into oil.

“You are not ready,” she said, not looking up from the herbs in her lap. “You have the ability”--and he did have magic, wild magic, in him--“but without the proper discipline you could be overcome by the animal’s mind. More than a few novices lose themselves entirely in the transformation.”

He scoffed. “You still underestimate me. You’re not my mother or my nursemaid, so stop trying to protect me.”

She glanced up at him. He sat rigidly against an oak’s trunk, beetle-browed, ready for a fight. Hungry for one. Any number of retorts leapt to her mind but she allowed herself only a neutral hmm before going back to her herbs, bearing the quiet fury of his stare without further comment. The silence, when he stalked off into the wood, was sour with unspent anger.

He returned at nightfall with a roe buck slung over his shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” Halsin said, and though his words were plain, she could see his self-recrimination in the taut line of his shoulders, the set of his jaw. He’d simply turned his anger inward on himself. It was pitiful to see, like a falcon hanging from its jesses.

She nodded. “Your anger will be your downfall one day, left uncontrolled. But I accept your apology, any road.”

They made a stew with rosemary and juniper berries and a bit of wine that had lain unopened for decades at the bottom of Dalia’s trunk and miraculously had aged into a lovely vintage.

“Where is it from?” Halsin asked, looking wondrously at the dusty bottle. “I’ve never tasted such wine.”

And it was special, among the finest she’d had in her six centuries. Smooth and sculpted, full on the tongue, bursting with ripe black fruit. She hesitated before saying, “It’s an Evermeet vintage.”

He looked up at her, curious, but Silvanus be praised, he didn’t ask the question he’d asked so many times before.

Dalia gratefully changed the subject. “Hakka did whelp this year, after all.” She took another sip to savor the exquisite wine, then continued. “Four pups. She’s hidden them up on the ridge, in the little bluebell hollow.”

His eyes lit as they always did when discussing the forest’s wolves. He liked big predators, the great bear Sage notwithstanding--he still held a grudge for the scars that scored his brow. “That’s wonderful. Are they Thorn’s pups? She’s hiding them from Hatha?”

The wolves’ amorous entanglements were even more complicated than that of a wood elven village. Hakka and Hatha were sisters and bitter rivals for the affections of Thorn, one of the leading males in the pack. He was a young, brash hunter, uncommonly large. Dalia couldn’t help but see the resemblance and noted Halsin’s affection for the wolf with some amusement.

“Mm,” she agreed. Her head was already a little light from the alcohol. With wine this good, it was easy to overdo it. She set her cup on the table and turned back to the stew, scraping the bottom of the pot. “You’ve been most helpful with my work in this wood.” She smiled to see him glow with silent pride at her rare praise. But it was not empty: despite his ignorance, he was observant when he wished to be and had discovered much that she had missed.

“Your work won’t ever be finished, will it?” he asked softly. The firelight flickered in his eyes and with his wide, sensuous mouth ever so slightly open, she felt a heady wave that had little to do with the wine.

“No,” she admitted. “It won’t be. It’s an indefinite posting.” And one of her choosing, though she didn’t say so. She knew he could sense it.

“Why?” he asked, yet again. Always why. She sighed in frustration.

“For once, do not concern yourself with why,” she said, more sharply than she intended. She softened her tone with a gentle look, a touch of her hand. He didn’t push further.

They ate, finished the bottle between them, and lay together in the quiet of the glade through a gauzy haze of alcohol, beneath the spreading branches of a grandfather oak and the dim light of the stars. As Dalia slipped into her trance of sleep, she warned herself that such things couldn’t--wouldn’t--last. And ruthlessly quashed the feeling of sadness that followed.

*

Halsin rose early and once he was gone, Dalia lay on the grass with her eyes open, feeling a rare malaise. The birds sang as sweetly ever, but somehow there was less music in their voices.

Later, she would look back and wonder if it was an omen.

She was bathing in the stream when a bellow echoed across the glade. It came from the heights of the ridge above, distant but unmistakable. Halsin’s booming voice, roughened with rage.

Without thought, she pulled her robe on and grabbed the ax from the wood chopping block outside the hut. Its grip was comforting in her hand as she sprinted barefoot into the brush and up the side of the long, wooded hill.

She slipped through the brambles, eschewing the winding deer path to cut straight through the forest to the sound of her lover’s cry.

Other voices joined in. Human voices. More screams and the sounds of battle chilled Dalia’s blood. A wolf bayed. Fear made her fly the last hundred yards, heedless of the tearing thorns or lashes of tree branches. She emerged into the wolf’s territory brandishing the ax above her head, ready for any foe, human or beast.

But the fight was already finished. Two hunters lay dead on earth soaked red with gore, eviscerated, and beside them, panting, were Halsin and Thorn, his lupine counterpart. Both with death in their eyes and blood on their faces. It dripped from Thorn’s muzzle and Halsin’s strong hands.

“What have you done?” she cried. Halsin’s wide eyes met her gaze; he was still in the grip of his blood frenzy.

Then she saw the den: the wolf Hakka and all of her pups, throats slit. For their fur, perhaps; or maybe simply for sport. Humans needed no greater justification to kill a wild thing. Bereft of life, the pups looked thin and insubstantial, little more than furry rags. Hakka’s sightless eyes rested on them even in death, the young she’d given her life protecting.

She whispered a quick prayer to Silvanus, to absorb their bodies back into the earth to seed new lives in this forest. But even as she spoke them, the words rang hollow.

“They were laughing, when I came upon them,” Halsin said. His voice was thick with hatred as he stared down at the two humans. These, too, Dalia commended to the Oakfather, though silently.

“You have done a truly stupid thing,” she said, not even trying to mollify her tone. She felt a fury rising in her to match the boy’s. Beside them, Thorn growled; she stilled him with an outstretched hand and he whimpered, sniffed the corpses of his mate and pups.

“Two fewer miserable poachers in the wood? Silvanus himself would praise me. I’ve eliminated a threat to nature.” And infuriatingly, the wood elf truly looked pleased with himself.

“And what happens now?” she asked, her voice dangerously low.

“Now the wood is peaceful once more.” A blackbird cautiously resumed its song in a nearby tree and Halsin raised his hand as though his point had been proven.

“And when these men’s village mount a search? Will they see justice in this scene? Or will they see an outrage that demands revenge?”

Halsin opened his mouth but she pushed on, “Who suffers then? Not you or I but Thorn and his pack. At best, they will be driven off from their home. And at worst every one of them will be hunted down.”

“I didn’t--”

But her anger was still building. She threw her ax into the earth beside her. “It will not end there. Without any wolves in this territory, the deer will proliferate. They will strain the resources of the forest to its breaking point and many more will needlessly die. It will take a century for nature to right itself, all for a moment of satisfaction, of righteous anger.”

She looked directly into his eyes. There was no remorse in them, though some doubt. “You’re a traitor to nature, not its defender. You are not one of us. I was wrong, to think I could teach you.”

Halsin’s hands became fists. He might well have broken and tried to hit her. But instead, he screamed a wordless howl of rage and despair that rang across the hillside, stilling the birdsong.

Dalia turned her back on him, her failed pupil, and on the pathos of the young wolf mourning, and walked slowly, stiffly back down to the glade.

She did not expect she would see him again in this life.

*

Time could mend any wound; Dalia had lived long enough to know the truth of that.

She went about her days in rote, knowing through wisdom hard-won that she would once again appreciate the sun’s warmth on her skin, the taste of a wholesome meal, the sound of the stream’s unending flow. But even as she tried to take heart in the inevitability of healing, a small voice insisted that she had lost everything. Again. That life was little more than an exercise in losing all that mattered, concluding with her own mortal end.

Those thoughts mostly came in the dusky evenings when she sat alone at the hearth (she could not bear to sit at the table where they had shared their meals) and the fire died to back ashes for lack of motivation to rekindle its flames.

If she had dreaded his coming to her door, begging her forgiveness, she need not have worried. For he did not come.

But a moon after the killings, she returned from a walk deep into the forest where she’d helped a colony of bees find a new home--the most mundane tasks gave the most pleasure, these days--and found other visitors in her glade.

Instead of striding over to greet them, she watched from behind the grandfather oak. They were five: all strong human men, well-armed. Though that didn’t necessarily mean trouble. The humans often went armed into the wood, fearful as they were of its denizens. Of nature’s power outstripping their own.

Her hut door was open and it was apparent they were waiting for someone inside. Heat rose in her at the thought of unseen hands rifling through her things.

Against her better judgment, Dalia stepped out from behind the tree, drawing herself to her full height.

“Why have you come to my glade? And why do you trespass in my abode?” She glared between them, doing her best to look intimidating but not an immediate threat. Their beards hid their faces and made them all look the same. Or perhaps they were related--all humans looked alike, to her, particularly the men.

“Two of our own went missing in this wood,” said the taller one with the grey beard. She pegged him as the leader; humans usually organized their social and political structures around seniority.

“They’re not in my hut,” she said coolly. The men glanced between one another, doubtful. “I’ve not cooked them for breakfast if that is your worry.”

“She has a witchy look about her,” said one of the younger, yellow-bearded ones, as though she were not present.

“I reckon she’s a hag in a fair disguise,” said another of the young men, looking her dead in the eye as he spoke. He made some gesture of religious protection.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said. But she was already evaluating her combat options, weighing her chances. They were just looking for an excuse to attack, she could sense. But she had little chance against five of them--and more, perhaps, inside. They were skilled hunters with good weapons: spiked greatclubs, crossbows, a city-forged longsword.

The greybeard smiled a smile that didn’t reach his chilly blue eyes. Death was in them, and grievous violence. “Have you seen them, lass, or nay? We would like to know.”

Dalia struck first, for the slim advantage that surprise might grant her. Vines leapt from the earth to ensnare the two young hunters closest to her as she ducked behind a fallen tree for cover from the volley of arrows that followed.

They shouted to the men inside and her heart sank when three emerged from the hut. She would not survive a fight against eight, even with all her magic, even with the wood itself to aid her.

But nor would she surrender.

She took the shape of the wolf, fire burning in her marrow as her bones snapped and bent to the canine form. Her thoughts became simpler yet more exigent. The wolf mind was made for bloodshed.

Emboldened by their numbers, one of the young hunters was already sneaking around the edge of the fallen tree. She tore his throat away in a thrilling rip, the wolf relishing the sensation of hot blood gushing from the severed flesh in her mouth. Another she took with a swipe across the gut. A third managed to slash her hip with his sword before she downed him. And then an arrow caught her between the ribs and she collapsed into the grass, reverting to her elven form.

The pain was not so acute now and that was a mercy. But her horror--the horror born of a sentient imagination--was far worse as the remaining humans loomed over her.

It was not difficult to imagine what was on their minds. Torture, rape, death. Perhaps in that order.

As they argued with each other over some triviality, she struggled to crawl away but the greybeard hunter stopped her with a kick to the arrow sticking out of her side. She cried out as pain radiated through her body, nearly stealing her consciousness away from her.

The greybeard’s hateful face loomed over her again. “Tell me,” it said. “Where are they, witch?”

So they had decided she was a witch. The druid took a shuddering breath that sent shards of icy pain through her chest.

“Dead,” she said. Her words were watery from the blood that had begun to fill her lungs. “Not by my hand.” The greybeard snorted; he didn’t believe her.

“Where? I’ll give you a quick death.” His blue eyes looked earnest; so earnest, it could almost be true.

She told him about the bluebell hollow on the ridge, the sheltering briars. He nodded, satisfied. Then motioned to the other men. So it was to be rape first.

Dalia closed her eyes, searching for any final measure of fortitude or magic. But she was drained of everything, even resolve. The sky seemed to be growing dimmer, though she knew it to be only midday. She was dying, she recognized distantly. Along with her sorrow and dread of what was to come, she felt something like relief.

Then the bear entered the glade. It was no bear she recognized, not Sage or one of his kin that ranged the unpeopled southern reaches. It was a great bear, though, and towering more still for its rage; it blotted out the sun when it stood on its hind legs and let out a roar of fury. It swiped the skin from the face of the man on her back, tearing him from neck to navel, showering her in the warmth of his blood.

Weapons were useless against him. Gasping beneath the weighty corpse of the hunter, she watched as the bear gored and slashed his way through the remaining five hunters. The greybeard, last to die, foolishly begged the beast before succumbing to its snarling teeth, red-tipped as bloodied daggers.

There was something familiar in the set of the bear’s shoulders and when it turned to her, she could see it in his eyes.

“Halsin,” she said. Even speaking his name filled her body with relief. Peace.

The name summoned him back to himself. Her apprentice shifted back to his shape and ran over to her. “I can heal you,” he said, even though they both knew he couldn’t.

“One day,” she said, grasping the foresight that came to her, unbidden. “You will be a great healer. But not yet.”

His features twisted in grief. “I’ve failed you again, then.”

“Never,” she sighed. She was powerless to resist the shuddering cough that sent a rictus of pain through her dying body. “Nature claims us all back, eventually. Today is my day. I am ready.”

Halsin bent over her and wept. He made her as comfortable as he could and settled her on his lap next to the stream so she could listen to it as she faded away, still looking up at his face as she departed the mortal realm for one of spirit and air.

*

Her amber eyes became sightless and Halsin closed them for the last time with the brush of his hand. He felt an emptiness that seemed to be shared by the whole wood, which had gone silent save for the senselessly burbling stream.

He would bury her, in the coming days, beneath the grandfather oak that had so often sheltered them, to feed its roots with her blood and bone and magic.

And when he arrived in the Circle at Dancing Falls, some months later, no one would question his haunted eyes, his quiet fury, his knowledge and skill in the ways of the druids.

Halsin would be just another novice, albeit a precocious one who could already take a wild shape. A bear, whose rage returned with every transformation, bringing him back to the glade, to the locus of his greatest regret.

[tasteslikepepsicola]

Somebody Else (Sodapop Curtis x Reader Part 4)

Part 3 - please read before proceeding to read this chapter

Y/N and Steve are together, and haven’t heard from Sodapop in weeks, everything should be going great for the new couple, but something seems wrong.

Word Count: 1,700+

Warnings: slight angst, mentions of drugs and alcohol

Authors Note: wow wow wow! I’m really sorry this took so long! I actually had half of this written a couple weeks ago, and decided I hated the direction I took it in, so scrapped it and had to start from scratch. I also started school, meaning I had less free time to write, and I just wanted to make sure it was perfect before I posted it. Next part coming soon! Thank you for supporting me <3 I love you. Oh! and ~ please send in some requests ~ I love to write for ideas you guys may have. Also, I promise the name will make sense eventually. Anyways, enjoy the story!

Tears stream down her cheeks and Y/N chokes back a sob, racing down the steps of the Curtis home as fast as she can, ignoring Sodapop calling and chasing after her. She couldn’t do this, she couldn’t listen to a half-assed apology from him. She couldn’t feel his intense stare, or deal with the absolute hurt she saw in his eyes when she told him about Steve. Flashbacks replay in her mind through short montages. Steve grabbing her waist, pulling their bodies so close. Sodapops glossed over eyes as he drunkenly stared at her from across his dimly lit kitchen. The sharp, abrupt sound of Ponyboy startling her awake. 

And most of all, the heartbreak in Sodapops voice when he told her, He has a part of you now. A part of you that you can’t get back. Something you can’t give me anymore.

She wanted to be mad, she really wanted to. She knew that his statement was dumb, outdated, ignorant even. But she couldn’t help but feel that deep down he was right. She lost her virginity to a boy she didn’t love, to distract herself from the boy she did. How could it get any worse than that?

She doesn’t stop running until she is at the end of his street, turning the corner when she slams into something, hard. She falls backwards, flat on her ass, and cradles her head that just collided with another runners.

Through the pounding noise and feeling in her head, she hears someone ask, “Y/N?” She rubs her eyes to clear them of the dizziness and tears that still fall.

“Steve?” she wonders aloud. 

“Jesus,” he says, now noticing her tear stained cheeks. “What’s wrong, baby? Are you okay?” He outreaches his hand to her, helping her to her feet. 

“Everything is so screwed up,” she says. 

He pulls her into a tight hug, holding her as she lets herself cry into his shoulder. Neither of them says anything for a while, each enjoying the others comforting presence. It’s almost peaceful, until Y/N feels Steve pull away. She looks up at him, confused. She notices him staring past her, and when she finally turns around she sees Sodapop, about ten feet away, still catching his breath, staring sadly at them.

“Sodapop-” Steve starts, walking towards him. Sodapop immediately turns the other direction and Steve begins walking after him, fast.

When he reaches his best friend, Steve places a hand on Soda’s arm, in an effort to get him to stop.

“Sodapop please just wait a minute.” Steve says.

���Forget it Steve, I don’t have anything to say to you two.”

Y/N makes her way towards the pair, “Sodapop, please, we can work through this if you just listen.” She isn’t quite sure how she could be so angry at him and still not be able to face him walking away from her.

Sodapop turns around swiftly at the sound of her voice. 

One last look of betrayal flashes through his eyes, and Y/N is at last, speechless. The two of them don’t need to say anything, because they both already know, there’s nothing to be said anymore. And so, she watches him walk away, again. This time, the world is turning, her feet are on the ground, and this is real. And the distance between them is only getting greater as he walks away from her, and she doesn’t follow after him.

*****

It’s been five weeks since Y/N saw Soda last. And besides the remaining longing for someone else, things with Steve had been going great. They had been going to the movies, taking long walks accompanied by longer talks, and Steve had even surprised her with a picnic in a grassy field that they had found on one of their walks. Y/N could feel herself starting to truly move on. For the first time in years, someone else was on her mind besides him. 

There were only a few weeks left in the Summer, meaning it would be filled with the last parties of the season. On this particular Saturday night, Y/N was accompanying Steve to a party at Buck’s. She was wearing her hair straightened, (the way Steve liked it,) and a tight, square neck, red dress. She and Steve held hands as they walked into the party, one of many they had attended that Summer together. They scanned the room for Dallas and Two-Bit, who they planned on meeting there tonight. By now, they had established themselves as a bit of an it-couple, everyone wanted what they had. They were hot, happy, and from what everyone could see, they were in love.

Although, nobody knew the truth. Neither Steve nor Y/N had admitted their love for the other yet, and for no reason other than the presence of an unshakeable feeling that still, they were doing something wrong, like an inextricable weight they were carrying around. 

The party was loud, crowded, and smelled of marajuana, boos and body odor. Before her and Steve became an item, Y/N rarely partied. Standing in that red dress, watching a game of beer pong being played by Steve, Jess, Two-Bit and Dally- Y/N found herself reminiscing about the Saturday nights she had spent curled up on the couch at the Curtis house. While everyone went out, she and Sodapop would stay behind, and just enjoy the others presence. She shook her head, clearing the thought from her brain. It was true that Y/N had been thinking about Sodapop less these past few weeks, but that didn’t mean from time to time something would remind her of him.

The music changed from upbeat and intense, to slower and sweet, as “Put Your Head On My Shoulder” by Paul Anka started playing. The room suddenly filled with couples making their way to the center of the room, beginning to sway to the beat. Steve finished his game with one last bounce of a ping pong ball, making him a winner. He cheered and high fived Jess, and then made his way over to Y/N, grabbing her hips and pulling her in for a quick kiss.

“Dance with me, beautiful?” he hums.

She smiles, taking his hand, and following his lead to the center of the room. As the beat picked up, he rested his hands on her waist, she hooked her arms around his neck, and stared up at him through thick eyelashes. They swayed back and forth, as he moved one of his hands to rest on the small of her back.

“Y/N…” Steve started.

“Steve,” she quipped back.

“I care about you so much,” 

“I care about you too, hone.” 

“There's something I want to tell you-” he started.

Suddenly, Y/N smelled an all too familiar cologne, and the boy who smelled like roses and gasoline made his way towards the crowd and past Steve and Y/N. She wondered if Sodapop saw them, was he coming to them? Her question was partially answered as Soda walked right by them, briefly pausing to put his hand on Y/N’s shoulder, in what looked like an attempt to make his way through the crowd better. 

Steve and Y/N exchanged a glance, and she thought to herself, he must know what he’s doing. Why did he even show up here? He knew we would be here, and he hasn’t been to a party since...since that night. And he hasn’t talked to either of us since that day on the street outside his house...what's his motive?

And then, like a ton of bricks, it hit Y/N, that maybe he’s just here because its a party. That maybe, he actually didn’t see his two oldest friends, because that isn’t what they were to him anymore. They were all just strangers, and he came here to have a good time, maybe meet a girl, and for once, it wasn’t because of or about her.

No longer wanting to think about this awkward situation, and completely forgetting Steve was trying to tell her something, Y/N put her head on his shoulder, her eyes just barely being able to peer over him, as he held her so close.

The music was still playing, and more people continued to make their way onto the dance floor. 

“Y/N?” Steve asked once more.

“Yes?” she questioned, not moving her head from its position on his shoulder.

“I- I love you, Y/N,” Steve whispered softly.

Y/N is stunned for a minute, unsure of what to say. She still had so much to figure out. No, she shouldn’t, it should be clear who she loves by now. But- why doesn’t it seem to be?

Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Sodapop leading some girl to the dance floor, her giggling, looking back at her friends with a blush on her face, as Sodapop grins with satisfaction. He had only been here for two minutes, how had he already found a girl thats drooling all over him?

And then, it's clear, Sodapop has moved on, and so should she.

Y/N takes her head away from Steve's body, and stares into his deep, green eyes.

“You love me?” she asks.

“I love you,” he repeats.

“I love you, too.” she says, as he breaks out into one of the biggest smiles she had ever seen him wear. 

He grabs her hand, holding it up, intertwined with his own, and turns to the couple next to them, showing their hands, and loudly exclaiming, “She loves me!”

They look utterly confused, but his enthusiasm is endearing.

“Yes, I love you, so can you please come back to Earth and kiss me already?” she tells him, playfully grabbing him by the collar and making him look at her.

“Say it again.” he teases.

“Oh my god,” she rolls her eyes, unable to control her laughter.

“Say it, Y/N.”

“Oh my god! I love you Steve Randle, now kiss me you idiot!”

And finally, he connects their lips as the music dies, and the rest of the world fades away; so much in fact, that neither of them feels Sodapop’s burning gaze on them, and neither knows that his heart had just shattered into a million pieces.

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PULSE - PART XIII: VULNERABLE

MASTERLIST

The sexual attraction between Elle and Tre had bled out. There was so much of nothing between them that Liz was actually being nice to him. No one wants a broken women. Right now Elle was a thousand piece puzzle scattered on a table. Nobody had time for that. Nobody accept for Jesse.

There’d always been sparks between Elle and Tre. Now Elle found it impossible to read anything but concern in his eyes. No attraction, frustration, nothing. He made no effort to touch her or leave lingering looks and they didn’t even get caught up in flirty bickering. Their relationship was changing.

Elle could tell by her fathers sentiment that things were looking up and they were closing in on Rinna. Morale was up between all three of them and Rico even agreed to take Liz to the mall to get some things.

As much as Elle wanted a change of scenery she could appreciate the peace of an empty house. She runs herself a bath lighting a candle for Jesse. Strange as seems, it was one of their rituals. Before a big night at the club. Elle would soak in a bath of Jesses special youth serum while he smoked herbal cigarettes and painted her nails whatever colour for her costume for the night. They’d blast music and he’d spend time doing his hair however his heart desired. Once her polish was dry she’d shower off the soap from the bath and sit at the vanity crafting her hairstyles to match the pageantry.

The memories always made her happy. Jesse always made her feel strong. They laughed and played and appreciated the life they’d built together.

There’s a knock at the door.

“Yes?” She responds out of her reverie.

“I’m back” Tre checks in.

“Okay, I’ll be out in a bit” she responds letting the water drain. Apologies were in order. She’d been nasty and cold to Tre when all he wanted to do was help her. So what if he didn’t feel the same anymore? Jesse would turn in his grave if she ever turned into a bitter bitch. Punishing him for not wanting her anymore wasn’t right. He didn’t deserve that. Stepping into the shower she runs through the right words in her head.

I’m sorry for being a jerk. I should have handled things better?

I was upset at things changing between us? No too sappy.

Sighing Elle holds her head back letting the water run down her hair until a draft hits making her open her eyes.

“For fuck sake!” She gasps hand on heart seeing Tre.

“Just checking on you” he reasons.

“Okay” she laughs looking at him. “Now, fuck off” Elle laughs recovering from her fright. His eyes brighten at her spirits as she finger detangles her hair looking at him. “Bye Tre”  she turns getting the shampoo and feeling her hair revert to its kinks until she hears the shower door open. Another draft hits before it closes. Her temperature rises.

“You done being bitchy?” He asks as his finger leaves a train of goosebumps down her spine that stop at her tailbone.

“Bitchy, no. Mean, yes.” She reasons continuing to rinse her hair unassumingly.

“Is that a sorry?” He asks stepping under the water stream too.

“Only for being mean, nothing else” Elle specifies as he peaks her senses - standing behind her with all the hardware to relieve her nerves.

“I don’t care about apologies Elle. As long as you’re okay” he comments with a hand on her hip. His eyes roam her body. It was perfect to him. The way the water ran down her glistening full figure, the steam and the familiar feeling of how she made him feel makes his dick stand at attention. Miscommunication, fizzling chemistry.

“I’m okay, I don’t need you to watch me shower Tre” she plays coy looking over her shoulder at him. He has the power the moment she gets a look at his glistening figure and lustful eyes. Her nipples harden from her arousal leaving her centre throbbing in anticipation. Reaching over her Tre grabs the body wash, he squeezes a glob into his palm  before putting the slippery substance on Elles back and massaging it around as the water washes it away. The gesture is foreplay as he reacquaints himself with her body. He takes his time moving to her neck, bringing her back onto his muscular chest allowing her to feel his want pressing against lower back.

He’s ready. The bathroom setting their aphrodisiac. Her body ignites under his touch as his hands cup her breasts pinching her nipples softly, while kissing her neck.

“Mmm” Elle moans taking a breath.

It’s music to his ears as he feels her body relax under his touch. He kisses her neck lovingly as his hands grip her hips, then thighs.

“Mhmmm”

The suspense is so much her eyes close while the man behind her takes his time deciding on a course of action.

“What are my rules?” Elle asks wanting to relieve the pressure between her legs desperately.

“No rules this time”  he kisses her temple. “Whatever you want” he adds shutting the water off. His eyes are loving as Elle turns to admire her knight. Perfect brown skin, broad shoulders, chiseled torso and strong arms. Her smile is appreciative as she tip toes to kiss him.

Deepening the kiss his hands cup her jaw gently. She could feel her self falling for him, needing to be closer when there was no more space between their bodies. Out of breath they break apart to breathe.

“Come on” he rasps all libido getting her towel and leading the way to the bedroom drying himself off hastily. Locking the door with disregard for the setting his mind is taking care of his lady.

“I missed you” Elle admits feeling self conscious the second the words leave her lips. She bites them nervously until he smiles understanding perfectly.

“I love you Elle” he takes the air out of her lungs laying her down. “Nothing about you being in danger or stressed gets me off” his explanation means everything to her. His lips find hers again as he slides into her slowly. Adjusting to his size takes some time.

“Baby” Elle breathes grabbing a handful of her wet coils as he finds his rhythm. Their fingers interlock as he adjusts his position for better access.  Her breathing is staggered as her eyes open to his looking into hers. Loving and relentless. He reads her mind pecking her lips as her back arches again enjoying the stimulation.

“Shit” he groans feeling her contract on his manhood making him pulse. “Stop That” he warns trying to avoid the climax.

“Don’t stop” she begs taking up the Mantle and grinding into him hungrily. It’s been too long. Her body wants all of him. His kisses are never ending to quell her moaning as he thrusts harder and faster. The head rush and onset of a orgasm makes him pull out.

“Let me taste my pretty pussy”

“Fuck me” Elle drawls undone by his expression knowing she doesn’t have a chance.

“Is she mine?”

Elle feels him blowing on her folds teasingly.

“Yes”

It gets her his lips.

“All mine?” He asks

“Yes”

He sucks, Elle gasps as he adds a finger. There’s no escaping the rush of pleasure as he enjoys making her whimper and moan for more.  His eyes are dark and her body reaction to him flips a switch. She peaks, hart and heavy. Breathy moans, sloppy kisses and more want. He could fuck her all day.

He smiles in admiration or her suggestive expression. It tells him she wants more.

“It’s my turn” her voice is soft and playful.

“To do what?” The tension between them steamy. Anticipation builds as she smiles

“Take care of you”. The hairs on his neck stand up as she whispers biting his ear playfully. Her movement seductive and almost feline. “Tell me what you want daddy?” Her big brown eyes peer into his with innocence.

“Whatever I want?”

“Everything you want” She specifies hands behind her back allowing him to admire her full breasts. He never let women fuck him. He never fucked women for their pleasure always prioritizing his.

“Daddy” he corrects eyes darkening.

“Everything you want, Daddy”

“Good girl”  he lays back allowing her access to his manhood. Looking at him lustfully she kisses the tip stroking the shaft and enjoying his length and girth. A challenge she enjoyed. Taking as much of him into her mouth as she can paying extra attention to the mushroom dome. Her grip tightens making his eyes close precum leaking and improving the slip. His groans and sighs increase her arousal. Elle gags trying to take all of him.

“Fuck” he groans deliriously as her grip tightens a touch more stroking  with the right amount of pressure and mouth.

His hips buck finding a rhythm and fucking her face until she cups his balls a power play.

“You’re done fucking other women” she says sweetly waiting for his response. A statement and a question. “Be honest?” She smiles massaging them. His eyes watch her sly smile closely as she waits giving his boys some love.

“I’m done fucking other women” he concedes.

“I’m all yours” his eyes close and his breath is catches as he loses his composure at how she makes him feel. There’s no time to catch his breath when she returns to the tip swallowing every last drop. Winking with a confident grin making him nod.

“Now you’re going to have to come up with a good excuse as to why you can’t walk kitten” he smiles getting between her legs and enjoying every inch of what’s his.

Watching her submit to him completely only makes him want her more and in every way. She was solid, smart, sexy he could read her like a book.

“Baby” she gasps head on the cold pillow.  A sharp sting pings the flesh of her butt. “Babe!” She quips frowning.

“D-“

“Daddy” she corrects. “I -“ her words are silenced by more moans as he claims he’d from behind with an expertise in making her come.

They come together collapsing onto the bed.

He smiles pulling her close to look at her.

“That was amazing Elle” he hadn’t fucked anyone without a condom in as long as he’d been having sex. The last thing he ever wanted was a baby mama and a child in his life. He’d do fine without the drama.

“I love you too” she smiles snuggling into his chest as his arms wrap around her. “I need you to get me plan b” her words make him chuckle.

“You’re not on birth control?”

“I am but I’m not ready to be a mom yet.”

“I got you” he whispers shutting his eyes finally comfortable with Elle in his arms. “Always” he adds falling asleep.

Authors Note:

Just a little de-stressing before things wrap up! How do we feel whats been up with these two and how are the boys gonna deal with Mrs. Rinna?

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Partners

Opening the door Amanda smiles at the familiar smell of his cooking. She enters the apartment and sees him standing over the stove with Jesse standing on a chair. She can’t help but laugh at how he seems to be having a serious discussion with her about the different spices and of course Jesse taking it just as serious. 

“Hey you two that sure smells good” she says startling both of them. 

Jesse smiles and carefully climbs down from the chair. She runs to Amanda giving her a hug.

“I made ravioli for you” she tells her proudly. Amanda leans down and picks her up.

 “You did? All by yourself?” Amanda asks giving Sonny a smirk. He lifts and eyebrow at Jesse who is giggling.

“Uncle Sonny helped some” she finally says causing both the adults to start laughing. 

Amanda puts Jesse down as she runs back over to the chair. “Be careful” Sonny tells her as he helps her back up. Amanda opens the fridge and grabs a water before sitting down at the table. 

“Not that I mind but did you tell me you were coming over tonight?” She asks 

“No, I just figured it has been a while since I’ve seen the girls” he tells her as he turns the burners off and helps Jesse down. 

“I just told the sitter to take off, sorry guess I should have called” he explains. 

Amanda gets up and walks over to the cabinets to grab plates.

“Don’t be dumb. Anytime you want to cook us a meal you come right over” she smirks. 

“Of course” he laughs

“Billie already asleep?” She asks as she sets the table. 

He nods “yeah she ate and fell asleep about thirty minutes ago” he tells her. 

She sighs. She didn’t mean to be this late. Jesse should be asleep too but she knows that she was probably too excited to help Sonny cook and he is a push over when it comes to her. 

After finishing her second helping Amanda leans back in the chair and just shakes her head looking over at Jesse who is about to fall asleep. Sonny follows her stare and laughs.

“I think its past someone’s bedtime” he says causing Jesse to shake her head no.

“You want to go pick out a book for me to read” Amanda asks. Jesse nods and slides out of her chair. She walks back towards her room.

“Ten bucks she’s out before the third page” Sonny laughs

“Twenty she’s out before we even start” Amanda counters

Amanda stand and starts picking up the plates, Sonny starts to help but stops when she gives him a look and shakes her head no. “You cooked” she tells him and he playfully puts his hands up in surrender.

“Any progress on the financials?” Sonny asks

Amanda gives him a look “how did you…” she starts

“I heard Lindsay talking to Captain Benson about it” he responds

Amanda puts the last plate in the dishwasher “who’s Lindsay” she asks

“She’s another ADA in the office, we’ve been helping each other on a few of the cases since they like to overload us newbies” he explains

Amanda smiles trying not to let the disappointment show. She knows they aren’t partners anymore but it still stings to think he is working along side someone else.

“I heard Kat is staying now” he mentions seemingly sensing her train of thought.

Amanda nods “Yeah, she’s a good addition. I think Liv said we will be pulling some more detectives to help out on cases as well” she tells him

“That’s good” he says not knowing if he’s stating or asking

“Yeah” she says giving him a sad smile, she misses him.

He stands and walks over to the sofa grabbing his jacket before turning towards the door.

“I should probably get going, need to be up early” he tells her.

“Yeah, me too” she responds.

He grabs the door knob and turns towards her. “I know I might not get to since I made the choice but I miss ya” he tells her. He looks down little embarrassed by his omission.

Amanda smiles “You’re allowed. I miss you too” she tells him.

They both stand there letting the silence and unspoken confessions consume them. He knows he needed to take his shot but he can’t help question it every time he is around her. He wonders if he would have been just as happy to stay as a detective.

“Well anytime you want to come by…”Amanda starts not liking the growing silence.

“I’ll bring the pasta” he laughs.

“Yes!” She laughs then looks up at him “but seriously you don’t have to cook to come over” she tells him as she looks at him hoping he understands.

He smiles and nods “Goodnight ‘Manda” he says before opening the door and leaving.

[beckzorz]

Out of Nowhere (9/21)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/OFC Summary: An offhand comment at work draws Jesse Kaplan into the orbit of Bucky Barnes. Bucky’s excited at the prospect of normalcy, but there’s nothing normal about falling in love with the Winter Soldier. Words: 5100 Warnings for part 9: Canon-typical violence A/N: The song for this chapter is “St. James Infirmary (Gambler’s Blues)” by Louis Armstrong from Satchmo Plays King Oliver. There’s a lot going on in this chapter—let me know what you think! xoxo

PART 9: “ST. JAMES INFIRMARY (GAMBLER’S BLUES)”

When Jesse came to, she felt momentarily refreshed. She was on the couch, and Bucky sat beside her with a hand on her forehead. She blinked at him, and he grabbed her hands in one of his, his expression severe. Then the pain settled in.

“Owww,” she groaned. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to cradle her head in her hands, but they were still caught in Bucky’s hold. “What happened?”

“You fell,” he stated. “How do you feel?”

“Ugh, I don’t know…” Jesse bent double, her forehead pressed against her wrists. The pain was intense, yet she felt strangely numb beneath the surface. What was going on?

Why was Bucky here?

Her head hurt to much for her to look up, but she furrowed her brow all the same. His grip on her hands was tight. She tried to pull back so she could cover her eyes, but Bucky didn’t let go. Was he holding her hands for her sake, or for his?

Jesse sat up slow enough to feel every vertebrae shift back into its proper, upright place. Bucky’s face was impossible to read. His expression was far from straightforward concern.

“Bucky…”

Bucky’s brows pinched and his lips parted. It felt like a long time since she’d seen him; he seemed different. Less friendly? Jesse studied him intently, but the close inspection put him off, and he drew back. Jesse almost cried at the hardness in his eyes, but she swallowed down her inexplicable grief.

“What’s going on?” she finally asked.

“You fell,” he said again.

“I heard you the first time,” she snapped, and instantly regretted it. She took a steadying breath. “I mean… what are you doing here?”

Bucky sighed and finally let her hands go. Jesse rubbed her temples, trying to massage away the lingering throbbing in her skull.

“I’m just checking on you,” he said. “Sorry to bother you.” He stood up abruptly, but Jesse grabbed his sleeve before he could walk past her.

“Wait, what? You’re not bothering me,” she said. “I’m just—I’m really confused right now, okay? I—I don’t know what’s going on.” Jesse let go and looked away, throat tight. She let out a strangled laugh and pressed the heels of her hands against her eyes. “I feel like I have a hangover, except I don’t know what hangovers are actually like.”

The couch dipped to her left. Jesse froze at the feel of Bucky’s prosthetic hand on the base of her neck.

“Are you… you?” he asked quietly.

She dropped her hands from her eyes; a chill settled over her. It wasn’t from his hand.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…” He pulled back, shook his head. “I thought you weren’t yourself.”

“I have no idea what’s going on, but I feel like mys—”

A tinny recording rang through the apartment. Jesse frowned, trying to place it. She knew that music… Her eyes slid shut and she began to shudder, the recording triggering her into stillness. Worse, the pounding in her head came back full force.

Bucky slid his hands over her ears, startling her and muting the music. His eyes fixed on hers, tracking her.

“Is that bothering you?” he asked, loud enough for her to hear. She nodded, breathless, and covered his hands with her own to block everything out, but he pulled away as soon as she did.

He pulled a gun out from under his jacket, and Jesse almost fell over.

“What the—! You don’t need to—”

But Bucky left for her bedroom. She tried not to listen to her phone being destroyed—he didn’t actually shoot the gun, at least—but every crack made her wince.

“There goes six hundred bucks,” she muttered, hands still firmly over her ears.

“I’ll cover it,” he said, returning. He plucked one of her hands free and tossed her broken phone on the coffee table. A few pieces of glass bounced onto the floor. Jesse winced and bent to gather them.

“Jesse,” Bucky said. She glanced up at him, a sliver of glass between her fingers. He stood on the other side of the coffee table, arms crossed over his chest. “What the hell happened to you?”

Jesse sighed. The music had been bad, but she had no idea why. “God, I don’t know.”

“You’re telling me you don’t remember anything at all?” he demanded, exasperated.

“What is there to remember?” she shot back. Arguing was less terrifying than not knowing.

“Something took you over,” he growled. “And you’re telling me you don’t remember a single thing?”

Jesse’s mouth hung open in shock. Taken over? What was he on about? Strains of that tinny music still echoed in her head. She tried to pull it to the surface. As she moved her mouth silently along with the melody, memories flashed in her mind.

Blooming pain in her knee.

“I’m a doctor. You need to—”

A middle-aged blond woman in a doctor’s vest, holding a tablet.

Tinny music falling flat in a steely room.

Mike.

The doctor.

White blindness, extraordinary pain—

Mike’s face—

“You’re here for something else.”

Jesse cried out, then slapped a hand over her mouth, silencing herself. Tears leaked from her eyes. Bucky drew in a sharp breath and leaned across the coffee table, holding her gaze.

“You remember,” he said.

“I…”

Jesse couldn’t form a sentence, not with the avalanche of lost time clamoring for attention in her brain. She couldn’t even look Bucky in the eye. But she nodded and tried to breathe slow and even to calm herself. It didn’t quite work, but after another silent minute she felt, maybe, able to speak.

“What happened?” Bucky pressed. He knelt across the table from her, leaning his elbows on the coffee table. His gaze was intense.

“Do whatever you need to do to make that man leave you alone.”

Jesse surged to her feet, tearing her eyes away from Bucky to look wildly around the room.

“They’re listening!” she gasped.

Bucky stood up. “I took care of that,” he said. His tone was soothing, but Jesse’s blood pressure still hit the roof.

“Then why’d they call?” she demanded.

“They started calling after I destroyed their listening devices.” Bucky’s mouth twisted unpleasantly. “After you fell. That was the fourth call.”

“So…” Jesse sat back down. She thought of that morning where she’d half-drowned in her own damn toilet and shuddered. “So they’re going to come looking for me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Pretty fucking sure.” She ran a hand through her loose hair. “Do you remember when I told you I wasn’t sleeping well?” Bucky nodded, eyes focused on hers. “I didn’t realize—I didn’t want to realize, but they broke in here. They broke in here, and if they think I’m… compromised or whatever, they’ll do it again just to protect themselves.”

“You think?” Bucky perched on the arm of the couch next to her, hands splayed on his thighs. He didn’t look at her; he stared at the half-open door to Fran’s room.

“Even if they don’t know I’m myself again, I’m a liability,” Jesse said. She stared into the matte blackness of his prosthetic hand. If they knew that he knew her, that he visited her, they could never be certain she’d be theirs. “Of course they’re coming.” She shook her head, looked away. “I’m so sorry.”

Bucky swiveled his head to frown down at her. “What the hell are you sorry for?”

“Wha—for getting you caught up in all this,” she said, baffled.

“How is this your fault?” he countered. “Did you ask for any of this?”

“No, of course not.”

“Well then.” Bucky stood up in a flash and set his jaw. “If they’re coming, we need to leave. Pack a bag.”

Jesse scrambled to her feet. She faltered with a hand on her still pounding hand, but when Bucky put a hand on her arm she shook him off. “I’m fine,” she insisted. She made her way to her room clutching the wall.

She blinked in shock. Her bedroom was painfully neat. The bed was fully made, even, and nothing was out of place. Jesse inched inside, disturbed. She kept her room clean, sure, but… hospital corners? On a Wednesday? Really?

Jesse grabbed a backpack from the closet and stuffed a few changes of clothes along with her birth control pills in next to the notebook already inside. Instinct had her grabbing for her phone charger, but no. She didn’t need that anymore. Jesse looked around her bedroom, for what she wasn’t sure.

Then the doorbell buzzed.

Jesse froze. From the other room, she heard Bucky sigh.

“Always a fight,” he muttered.

Jesse’s heart dropped. She’d let him down. She’d let him down so badly she wanted to weep. She’d wanted to be safe for him, normal, a comfort. All that hope was ashes now.

But she didn’t have time to indulge in silent grieving. She hurried out towards the door buzzer as it rang again. “Should I—”

“No,” Bucky snapped. He shook his head sharply. “Don’t. Go hide. In there. Go!”

Jesse ran into the bathroom, turning back once to look at Bucky. He was stationed next to the door by its hinges, lying in wait for when it inevitably burst open. His jaw ticked as he stood there, gun in hand. He glanced over and pressed his lips together in frustration. Go, he mouthed.

Jesse hid.

She locked the bathroom door and crouched between the toilet and the tub, heart racing. Had they come yet? Beyond the rush of her blood in her ears, she could barely hear a thing. She tried to steady her breathing, her hands, her heart. God, what if it had just been Fran, stuck without a key? Were they freaking out for nothing?

Someone grunted—oh god, they were inside! Jesse clapped her hands over her mouth, trembling. Her eyes stung as the sound of punches and more grunts filtered into the bathroom. What was going on out there?

A harsh electrical buzz echoed through the apartment, and Jesse heard the sound of breaking glass and a metal screech. Metal? Was that Bucky? She surged to her feet and stared around for something, anything she could use. A razor? No, hers were all safety and Fran’s were all electric. The plunger was gross, but it had a good-length handle. And Fran’s aftershave was in a glass bottle. She grabbed them both, but she knocked over the toilet bowl cleaner. It clattered against the porcelain toilet.

Jesse sucked in a horrified breath. The fight outside had quieted, but was that before or after she’d fucked up?

The doorknob jiggled. Jesse clambered into the tub behind the closed curtain. Her breath came fast, faster than after dancing ten songs in a row. Could they hear her heart pounding outside the door? She would’ve believed it.

The knob jiggled again, and this time the door swung open. Jesse clutched her makeshift weapons tightly. She was right next to the shower knob…

The curtain yanked open. Jesse yelped in shock and tried to throw the aftershave, but the stocky man before her knocked it aside. Jesse’s heart stopped as she recognized him—he was the one who’d taken her! He’d kicked her! He’d strapped her down—

The glass bottle shattered over the bathroom floor; the scent spread through the room like poison. Stocky grinned triumphantly.

Jesse thrust the plunger in his face.

Stocky yelled unintelligibly and backed away. Jesse kept pace with him from in the tub until he backed into a wall. She pushed the plunger forward with all her might. Stocky’s head banged against the wall with a satisfying thump, but he didn’t collapse. He grunted. His muscles bulged as he kicked out right at her.

His foot connected with her pelvis. Jesse groaned and fell to her knees. By the time she lifted her head, Stocky was already swinging a fist at her face, plunger discarded. The force of his strike sent her careening to the left, and her temple banged hard against the faucet. White light blinded her and she curled up instinctively, but Stocky didn’t come after her again.

When she next looked up, vision blurred and fogging, Stocky was flying out of the bathroom. Bucky stood in front of the tub, his jacket singed and his left glove discarded. Sparks danced along his clenched metal fist. Jesse’s lips parted as she stared. Had Stocky brought a shocker like the one she’d been tortured with?

Bucky stalked back out and the sounds of fighting recommenced. Jesse tried to push herself up, but the hammering in her head was too much. She collapsed against the side of the tub. There was a wetness on the side of her face, dripping down along her jawline. She reached up and looked at her wet fingertip. Blood? Jesse quickly pressed the palm of her hand against the most painful part of her face and gasped from the sting, but the pressure lent her some relief against the searing pain spreading through her head. She peered out to the bathroom floor to look for the shards of glass—so much broken glass in her apartment, and the sound of yet more glass breaking made her wince—and then she remembered she was still wearing her shoes.

Jesse climbed out of the tub and grabbed the discarded plunger. The top half of the glass bottle was relatively intact with its metal topper; Jesse picked up the metal top and inched towards the open door.

A totally different man hurtled past the open door and collapsed against the next wall, groaning. Jesse’s eyes widened. She waited another moment, then she peeked quickly out. Bucky had Stocky in a chokehold by the burst-open front door, and though Stocky was burlier, he was no match for a supersoldier. Within a minute, Stocky was unconscious on the floor.

Bucky was left standing over him, nostrils flared, eyes wide and fierce. His dark hair hung loose around his face. Jesse’s lips parted at the sight of him. He looked so different than any time before; she’d seen him disapproving, reluctant, even amused—never fierce. Yet for all his ferocity, he was still himself. Still the same strong jaw, the same cheekbones, the same cleft in his chin… the same face, same body.

A few lingering sparks jumped between his metal fingers. Jesse opened her mouth to ask if he was okay, but a noise came from behind. She tossed the broken glass bottle back into the bathroom and took the plunger handle in both hands as she turned; the strange man had leaned forward, and the wooden handle connected solidly with his skull. He collapsed back against the wall, this time truly unconscious.

Jesse breathed heavily as she stared down at him. She’d never seen this one before. His thin ashen face was in sharp focus; everything else was a blur. Her grip on the plunger loosened, and as her breathing slowed she felt the blood running down her neck.

“Shi’,” she muttered. She dropped the plunger so she could stop the flow of blood, but the moment she did a wave of dizziness overtook her. Jesse stumbled and put her free hand against the wall. Ringing echoed in her ears. “Wha… whaddya say?”

If anyone answered, she couldn’t hear it.

She took two shaky breaths, then Bucky—she couldn’t see him, but she assumed it was Bucky—slipped under her outstretched arm and led her back to the couch. She could barely make out faint sparkles on the kitchen floor. Shards of glass? The coffee table was on its side, one leg broken off.

Jesse’s legs buckled when she tried to sit down, and she landed heavily. Her head pounded in time with her heart. Eventually she realized that Bucky was talking. She turned her head carefully and focused on his mouth.

“—you okay?”

“Mm.” Jesse jerked her chin once in a facsimile nod.

“You’re bleeding,” Bucky said flatly. “Are you okay to walk?”

“N—no.” That much she was sure of. She flicked her eyes up to meet his; his blue eyes were steely, the pupils blown wide with adrenaline. “Not tha’ okay.”

“We need to leave,” Bucky said. “It’s not safe here.”

His words rang in her ears. Jesse shook her head with a groan. “You—you go. Call p’lice. Get ’way. They get taken. I go t’emergency room. Or they go after you.”

“You can’t just wait here for the police,” Bucky told her. He went and retrieved her backpack from the bedroom. The zipping noise was like an avalanche. “What if someone else comes along?”

At that Jesse sat up. If only she could explain herself, but her brain was like jello. She clenched her teeth and tried to focus. “They don’t know if I’m fixed,” she said slowly. “You get away. Bad for you if police…” She gestured around. He must know what she meant. She moved on. “You c’n keep watch. But leave before 911 comes. I might be concussed, but I can still lie.”

Bucky was silent. Jesse tilted her head to look at his face. All she could tell from the blurry shape of him was that he was frowning.

“Where would they take you to?” he asked.

“Um. Brooklyn Methodist. By Foster Ave.” Jesse sighed and leaned back against the couch, eyes sliding shut against the light. “Call p’lice. Get out. Be safe.” She reached out blindly; Bucky took hold of her hand quickly. She could barely tell which hand it was, apart from the scratch of a fingernail on the back of her palm. She squeezed his hand, assured in the knowledge that he’d feel it. “Don’ worry. Jus’ be safe.”

Bucky held her hand a moment longer. She blinked her eyes open to look at him one last time; he was staring into space, his face beautiful despite her unfocused vision.

“It’ll be ’kay,” she murmured. “Will be.”

He set his jaw and dropped her hand. Jesse closed her eyes. She didn’t want to watch him go. When the door closed behind him, tears ran down her cheeks, down her neck. On the left side, the tears mingled with her blood.

—

Jesse woke when crisp evening air hit her face. She stirred on the stretcher; her head was still pounding, but her arms were secured down. It felt as though she’d been bandaged, at least. When she opened her eyes, she saw an EMT at her feet and one over her head. They carried her joltingly down the five stairs to street level and began to load her into an ambulance. As they lifted her stretcher to strap it in, she looked to her side. The stranger was on the cot next to her!

“No!” she cried. Tears pooled in her eyes. She struggled against her bonds until the EMT knelt by her. “No! He tried t’ hurt me!”

“Shh, shh, it’s okay,” the EMT said. She gently patted Jesse’s shoulder, then called to her partner. “Get a policeman in here. Witness is up.”

Jesse stared at the man beside her with horror until a middle-aged policeman climbed up and stood between them.

“Hey now, take a deep breath,” the policeman said. He had a pen and notebook in hand. “What’s your name?”

Jesse hiccoughed as she tried to breathe deep. “Jesse. Jesse Kaplan. They—they broke in! They hurt me!”

“What happened?” The policeman finished writing her name and looked back at her.

“I hid in the shower,” she said. “When they came…” Jesse trailed off and began to cry. Her left hand twitched as she tried to reach up to her cut.

“She’s concussed, officer,” the EMT muttered. “I need to get her to the hospital. Another ambulance will have to come anyway. The two guys can go together.”

“Fine, fine,” the policeman said. “Make sure her room number is sent to the station if they’re keeping her.” He turned back to Jesse and rapped on the handle by her elbow. “Get well soon.”

He climbed out, and another EMT came back to take away the man beside Jesse. She sagged in relief, still sniveling. Sounds began to trickle in.

“—t’s going on?”

Jesse blanched. That was Fran! Oh god—did he just get home? She sat up as best she could in the stretcher. There he was, dark hair tousled and brown eyes wide in shock as a policeman spoke to him a few meters away. Jesse couldn’t make out what the policeman was saying, but Fran glanced around wildly. After a breathless moment, he made her out in the dark ambulance.

“Jesse?” Fran gasped.

Someone closed the ambulance door, cutting off Fran’s view. Jesse’s head fell back as the EMT at her side finished strapping her in.

“Good to go,” the EMT said. The siren went on, and Jesse curled up her fists and tried not to cry.

—

The hour and a half Jesse spent in the emergency room passed in a blur of invasive questions and lights in her eyes and a fresh bandage over her stitched-up cut. She hadn’t realized it, but a shard of glass had lodged its way into her calf as well. Tweezers were far less friendly when someone else was digging around. But she had a cot in a private stall now, a little removed from the major bustle. She could do little more than twiddle her thumbs; she had no phone, and the nurse had told her to just rest.

Jesse had tried, but rest was out of reach after all that had happened. She’d thought she’d had bad days before, but this… this one took the cake. She heaved a sigh and twisted her fingers together.

So. She’d been kidnapped, tortured, and brainwashed. Yes, that about summed it up. Did it though? No, not quite. She’d been kidnapped, tortured, brainwashed, and she’d dragged Bucky into a huge mess that had nothing to do with him. Sure, it wasn’t technically her fault, but still. He would have been off, living a peaceful life or whatever, but no. Once again, the Winter Soldier was fighting battles not his own.

Jesse squeezed her eyes shut. Logically, she knew Bucky had made it out. He’d been a myth for decades until the truth came out those few years back. She knew he was good at getting away scot free. But she couldn’t help the nagging worry taking hold in her chest. If she’d put him in danger, would she ever be able to forgive herself?

God willing, she’d never have to answer that question.

“Hi, Jesse.”

Jesse sat up quickly—too quickly. Her head began to pound again, and it took a minute for her vision to clear.

A pale woman with dark hair somewhere around Jesse’s age was perched on the edge of her bed in a blue dress and black leggings similar to her own, with a scarf around her neck and a large pair of red glasses on her face. Jesse stared; this woman was a stranger. Another stranger? Jesse gripped the bedrails and pushed herself back.

“I’m not here to hurt you,” the woman said. Her voice was low and quiet. Her large eyes were fixed on Jesse’s. “I’m here to get you out of here.”

“Who—who are you?” Jesse sputtered.

“I’m James’s friend.” The woman held out her phone and pulled off her glasses. Jesse squinted until the screen came into focus, and then her face screwed up in confusion. She glanced up, then back at the phone. The photo showed Bucky, just as he’d been as he’d left, standing next to this woman, except the woman in the picture had red straight hair, not black curly hair. Jesse blinked. Red hair? Friends with Bucky?

“Na…tasha?” Jesse tried.

Natasha Romanoff’s smile was a hard line on her pretty face. “Exactly.”

“Well,” Jesse said, her heart rate going back to its usual rhythm, “hi?”

Natasha chuckled. “Hey.” She pulled her bag up and placed it on the bed. A brick red backpack. Jesse’s brick red backpack.

“That’s—”

“Yes,” Natasha interrupted. “Now be quiet.” She reached into the bag and pulled out what looked like a thick pen. Jesse began to ask what it was, but Natasha grabbed her shoulder with an iron grip and jabbed the tool into the base of her neck. It felt like the prick of a dozen needles at once.

“What the hell!” Jesse hissed.

Natasha ignored her. She stuffed whatever it was back into Jesse’s bag and pulled out some… plastic wrap?

A coolness began to spread through Jesse’s veins. When it reached her head, she gasped from the relief. Her vision cleared, and for the first time Jesse saw Natasha clearly.

“Whoa.” Jesse blinked and stared around. The lights weren’t too bright anymore, and the throbbing in her head had dulled to little more than an annoyance. “What was that?”

“Stimulant,” Natasha told her. “Now keep still.” She reached at Jesse’s face with the plastic wrap—but it was too sturdy for just that, and holographic hexagons shimmered in it. Natasha pressed it to Jesse’s face. Jesse held still, shocked, until a little beep came from Natasha’s phone. Natasha pulled the material away and pressed it to her own face. Jesse watched, fascinated, and then Natasha’s face morphed into her own, bandage and all. Jesse nearly jumped off the bed.

“What the hell?” she whispered again, but Natasha was already pushing her scarf and glasses at Jesse.

“Put these on and leave. He’s waiting at the visitor’s entrance.”

“Wha—why are you doing this?” Jesse asked, the accessories sitting on her lap.

Natasha smiled grimly. “To see what happens,” she said. “Now get out of here. And if they ask, your name is Susan, and you’re here to visit—”

“I get it, I get it,” Jesse said quickly. She wrapped the scarf around her neck, adjusting it to hide the bloodstain on her shoulder, and put on the big red glasses. She stood hesitantly, testing her legs, but they were right as rain. Natasha shifted to Jesse’s abandoned spot and lay there looking quite innocent.

“Don’t forget your bag,” Natasha said. She nodded at the red backpack.

Jesse picked it up slowly, her eyes wide. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Think about it and tell me later,” Natasha said. “Now scram.”

—

Jesse fled through the hospital, afraid of everyone she passed, terrified of footsteps behind her. Thankfully the visitor’s entrance wasn’t far, and she stepped outside with no small amount of relief. A light rain was falling, and Jesse shuddered as she stepped out into it.

A motorcycle was parked right across from the entrance. Though the driver’s face was obscured by a tinted helmet, Jesse recognized the singed jacket and combat boots at once. She hurried across the street, glancing around nervously.

When Bucky held out another helmet to her, she ignored his outstretched arm and hugged him around the shoulders. His helmet was in the way. He patted her on the back awkwardly, and Jesse pulled away after one deep breath.

“You’re okay?” she asked.

He nodded and stood, still straddling the bike, to pull the spare helmet over her head. He fastened it tightly and sat back down. “Get on.”

Jesse climbed on behind him, grateful she was wearing leggings. Bucky started the bike up. Jesse swallowed and reached around him to link her hands around his waist.

“Hold on tight,” he told her. He revved the engine, and like a shot they were off.

As their speed increased, Jesse tightened her grip until her chest was pressed against Bucky’s back and her head was turned sideways. If she hadn’t been wearing a helmet, she might have felt his heartbeat through her cheek. The wind whipped at her scarf, and the air and rain sliced cold across her bare arms. Jesse clasped her wrists hard as she shivered. Between the scarf and the helmet, she could hear very little of the noise of the city. When she shut her eyes, it was almost like meditating.

She didn’t know how long they were on the road. At some point, she knew they got on the highway, but within the silent bulk of the helmet, she was finally able to close her eyes and clear her mind of all the hellish thoughts of the last hours. Or try to, at least.

By the time Bucky pulled into an underground garage, Jesse was rested enough to perk up and take note of her surroundings. The other vehicles looked fancy—a BMW, a Tesla plugged into the wall. Bucky parked next to a sparkling SUV and heaved a sigh.

Jesse unclasped her wrists. Her limbs were stiff from the rain and wind, but she managed to climb off the bike on her own. She unbuckled the helmet with fumbling fingers as Bucky hopped off. He took both helmets and led the way, stone-faced, to an elevator. He passed a keycard over a scanner and typed in a code. A green light flashed, and in a minute the doors opened. Bucky ushered Jesse in first. She pulled off the giant glasses and unwound the wet scarf from around her neck.

It was like their first elevator ride together in that way. He’d let her go first then, too. But this time, they were both silent. No banter, no laughter. Bucky only looked at her once, though he forced a tiny smile. Jesse returned it. She wanted to speak, but she had no idea what to say, nor even if it was safe to speak where they were. He’d certainly kept his mouth shut.

When the elevator came to a stop, Bucky checked the hallway before leading the way ahead to the door at the end of the hall. Jesse leaned against the wall and kept watch behind them as he went through the strictest door security regimen she’d ever seen. No one appeared, and Bucky pulled her inside. An automatic light turned on further past them.

“You’re safe here,” Bucky said.

Jesse glanced around. It was an apartment, that much was obvious. “Where are we?” she asked.

“My place,” he said. He dropped the spare helmet by the door and began to pull his own back on. “I’m going out. I’ll be back.”

“Wait—Bucky,” Jesse protested. He paused, and she floundered for words. He frowned as she stared up at him. She scrambled for something, anything to say. “I—thank you.”

His face softened. He didn’t quite smile, but he did squeeze her arm. “I’ll be back,” he promised. He slipped out the door.

The locks clicked shut, and Jesse was left alone.