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#I heard ‘illegal’ and ‘I need you-’ and went OKAY
malum-forev · 10 months
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Hurry Back Home
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Summary: The four times you showed up at Bucky’s place unexpected.
Part 1
The first time was a month after the two of you broke up. Once your red rimmed eyes depuffed from the constant tears and you managed to get his name out. Your friends had come over once or twice to check up on you but you’d always lie. 
“Thank you for stopping by but really, I’m okay.” You lied when they came by the first time, resting your body on the doorframe and keeping the door close to you so they wouldn’t see your Bucky covered apartment. You still hadn’t taken the pictures down, hadn’t washed your sheets because you could still catch a glimpse of his cologne and you sure as hell hadn’t stopped wearing the Henley he kept at your place. The one you were currently hiding underneath a big sweatshirt.
Of course they didn’t believe you but it was always better to give you some space. 
“Call us whenever and we’ll be here.” One of your friends said, you nodded and closed the door. 
You deeply regretted living in an apartment with paper thin walls when you heard your other friend say: “I really thought those two were endgame.”
But now, I’d been a month and it seemed like the sun was ready to shine again. The pain still felt unbearable but it was most likely because Bucky was still imprinted in your apartment. So one Sunday morning, you grabbed a cardboard box and decided enough was enough. Almost with closed eyes as to not relive the good memories, you started chucking everything that reminded you of him. 
Goodbye rubber spatula Bucky melted half to death the first time he cooked you breakfast. Sayonara to the broken picture frame he’d glued back together after slamming your body against the wall that time you two came back tipsy and horny from the bar. Farewell to the plush blanket he insisted you needed in your living room the day your heater went out. Would it be too over the top if you brought the heater back to its broken state because he fixed it? 
As you passed through the kitchen, you saw the small plate Bucky gave you when you went to that pottery class. A lopsided dish he’d made too oval and too deep to actually be useful but with the way his tongue poked out in concentration as he made, it there was no way you could tell him it wasn’t perfect. He hadn’t let you see his final design but a few days later, after it had been fired, you finally saw what he had painted. At the center of the plate, in his almost illegible messy handwriting, read: This is a plate, -Bucky <3. 
You shoved the dish all the way back inside one of your kitchen drawers, not wanting to think about it anymore but not wanting to throw away such a meaningful gift. Not yet.
You grabbed another smaller box and shoved all the clothes Bucky had left behind over the months. A couple of Henleys, some underwear, his leather jacket, and the gloves he’d stopped wearing. 
“Not today, Doll.” He’d smiled, lowering your hands holding the leather gloves. “I don’t need them when I’m with you.”
Before you could think about it too much, you opened your door and walked over to his apartment with his things. You dropped the box at his doorstep and turned to leave but you heard his locks turn. 
A gasp got caught in your throat and you were almost positive your heart missed a beat. The plan wasn’t to see him, you weren’t ready to see him. Maybe you could make a run for it? But it would be too obvious! You’ll look ridiculous! Maybe you can play dead? It works for dogs! 
But before you could make a decision, you heard his voice. The sweet tone he reserved just for your ears, soft and comforting. 
“Hi.” His smile was small not reaching his eyes. “How are you?”
You tried to swallow the lump in your throat and nod. “I’m okay. I thought it was time to drop your things off.”
“Oh,” His usual crystal blue eyes now adorned an all too familiar red hue, the bags under his eyes big and purple. But before you could feel sorry, a cheery voice appeared from the inside of his apartment. 
“We should be leaving soon.” A woman came into view, her tactical suit showed you she worked with Bucky but the way her arm rested on his shoulder showed you she’s more than just a coworker. “Wouldn’t want to miss our reservation.”
You didn’t let your mouth drop to the floor just out of pure pride. 
How could I have been so stupid to think Bucky wasn’t over me yet? You thought.
You kicked the cardboard box lightly with the tip of your shoe. “Just wanted to drop off your things.”
Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed, your sudden change of demeanor confused him. But your eyes pingponging from the box to him to Jessica gave him more answers than he needed. He started shaking his head, wanting to explain to you that Jessica didn’t know who you were and that’s why she was saying they were going out. He wanted to explain that the only reason she was in his apartment was because she had to borrow some unmarked guns for her mission. He especially wanted to explain to you that Jessica wasn’t interested in guys like him- actually she wasn’t interested in guys at all!
“You can keep or throw out anything you have of mine, I don’t want it.” You said rolling your eyes, turning to leave but he held your elbow wanting to get even a single word in. But he didn’t get a chance to say anything.
You tugged your arm back and left, closing your apartment door with a bang. 
The second time was a few weeks after you had given Bucky his belongings. You’d started watching the news again, not caring whenever they showed a picture of him. At least that’s what you told your friends. You finally returned to your favorite coffee shop, even though it hurt when the barista asked where your boyfriend was. You’d managed to say it was just you this time but were too distracted with your own thoughts to see the glimmer in the guy’s eyes when you said it. 
Today was an especially important day, your first run since the breakup. You welcomed the familiar burn in your lungs and the feeling of freedom. You jogged up to the door of your apartment just to see a brown paper bag with your name on it. You eyed it quizzically, looking around to figure out if you could spot who left it. But inside was a harmless coffee with a note written on the side: What’s a morning run without your morning coffee?
At first it made you smile, thinking about all the times you would drink coffee with Bucky. A little slice of normalcy and routine in his otherwise chaotic world. That ritual the two of you created was one of the only things he could control.
But the sweet thoughts turned sour as you remembered the blonde’s arm on Bucky. Who the hell does he think he is? He can go out and date but you? You have to be constantly reminded of the relationship? 
I don’t fucking think so. 
You marched up the stairs straight to his door and banged on it three times. You didn’t mind the time, you knew he was up since sunrise. 
No answer. You brought your fist up to the door again and knocked five times, your patience running thin and your energy low. 
A few seconds later a messy haired groggy Bucky opened up, rubbing his eyes with the back of his palms. 
“You were asleep?” You forgot why you were here in the first place, more concerned about the fact that your ex-boyfriend who never slept in past 5:45 and was now barely waking up at 8 am! Had he not been sleeping at night? Was he getting nightmares again? Was he benched from the team?
“Was, past tense.” He yawned. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
His kind blue eyes convinced you for a second but the coffee in your hand reminded you of your anger. 
“I wanted to hand deliver this.” You pushed the coffee into his chest. “And to tell you that these mind games you’re playing are not working. I’m done, we’re done. So don’t come here wanting to stir up things that have been buried. We used to drink coffee after our runs but not anymore, not together at least! So stop it, and I don’t want it.” 
Bucky’s eyes widened as he looked down at the drink in his hands. You’d left him speechless. Truthfully, leaving the big and scary Winter Soldier inarticulate did wonders for your self-esteem-
“Did you read the other side of the cup?” Bucky asked in an annoyed tone.
“What?” 
He rolled his eyes and turned the cup, bringing it close to your face. “The back of the coffee says: Come into the coffee shop for a free pastry and a date – Jack.”
You felt your face blush, heat consuming your whole body. 
“I-when- I didn’t read-“ You stammered. 
“Are we done here?” Bucky raised his eyebrows. “I’m sure you’re getting flooded with date propositions but could we keep the ‘bragging about it to your ex’ to a minimum?” 
You furiously nodded and whispered a small: “Sorry about that.”
The third time was four months after the breakup. You thought you were doing great, making progress. You’d been on a date or two that didn’t amount to anything but it counted, right? Everything seemed normal until you heard about the last mission. 
You had turned on the TV and the news station was doing a 24hr coverage of a rescue mission. Something about super soldier serums being reproduced and hostages being taken. You didn’t need to see him on the screen to know he was there. An unusual feeling gnawed at your chest. 
Before, when you were dating, you would get anxious about him going on missions but this time it was different. Like you knew something bad was going to happen.
And then you saw the coverage, the warehouse had been wired with explosives. Every wall blown up into ashes. “There have been no survivors until now.” The newscaster said. 
Your heart races thinking of him. This can’t be true, right? You know there’s no possibility of him not being there, he’s the one who is supposed to handle super soldiers for fucks sake! But the thought of him not making it is out of the question. You cannot even process the information. A shocking sob rips through your chest as you hear the total fatalities number rise.  
You had wanted to be informed of everything happening but at some point in the night, you fell asleep with the TV turned on. A faint noise woke you up, your senses heightened to a thousand. You brought closer the sleeves of one of Bucky’s heneleys that had been mixed up with the clothes at the back of your closet and took in his faint scent. But then you heard it again, the unmissable groan of his apartment door. You told him to get it fixed a thousand times but he would always say: “Just because something’s old doesn’t mean it needs to be fixed.”
You rushed outside and saw him, opening his apartment door. You couldn’t believe it, were you dreaming? 
You ran to him and just as he turned around you wrapped your arms around him, you couldn’t help the tears running down your face. 
“Is there something wrong?” Bucky asked, worry written all over your face, as he brushed the hair off of your face. “Are you hurt.”
A laugh ripped through your chest and you shoved his shoulder. “Wrong with me? You scared me half to death! I though you didn’t make it.”
You whispered the last part, wanting to hide the tremble in your voice. 
He took your head in his hands, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I’m all right doll, see, I’m still in one piece.”
You nodded and sniffled, bringing your head to his chest. 
“I’ve been looking for this.” Bucky let out a small laugh, placing kisses on the top of your head, while tugging on his shirt. But before you could tell him he could have it back, he said: “Keep it, it looks better on you.”
The fourth time you showed up at Bucky’s place unexpected was a month later. For about a week, you’d been getting this weird feeling. You had seen the same person twice in the subway and then once turning the corner to your apartment. At first, you thought it was a coincidence but today was the third day you saw the same man. Bucky had taught you that whenever you feel in danger you should go around the block once. No person that isn’t following you is going to turn right twice, ending up in the same spot you started. He said that if after doing that, they were still on your tail you should immediately go to his place. No matter the time and no matter the situation.  
You looked over your shoulder before turning right for the fourth time hoping the man would enter one of the many apartments or stores lining your street. Maybe he was lost? But no, he kept his pace following you. Your breath hitched as you considered your options. A) Lead this person straight to your apartment and get murdered or B) Face your ex-boyfriend. 
You considered option A for a second, it would be less awkward. But you shook your head. You rushed up the stairs and made use of the spare key to Bucky’s apartment you hadn’t returned. You quickly closed the door and leaned back on it, trying to regain your breath. You did as you were once told, you grabbed the gun from underneath his dining room table and pointed at the door until he got home. 
An hour later, you saw the lock turn and the door slowly open. You pointed the gun straight on and waited for whoever was behind the door to come in. 
“It’s just me,” You heard Bucky’s voice before he came in. “You’re safe.”
You let out a breath as he came into view, setting the gun back on the table. “How’d you know I was here?”
“You think I don’t have cameras?” Bucky chuckled as he lowered his work backpack onto the kitchen island. “I saw you snooping around, by the way.”
The corners of your lips turned upwards, partly because you were caught but mostly because you didn’t find any indications that there had been a woman in his place. 
“What happened?” He asked, sitting across from you. 
“I think I’m being followed.” You chewed on your bottom lip nervously. 
“Think?” Bucky asked with raised eyebrows.
“The same man has been following me from my apartment to work and back for the past week. And he’s not even being sneaky about it. We’ve made eye-contact and everything.”
Bucky ran his hand across his face. “And you waited a week to tell me?!”
“Well I’m sorry if I’m not totally comfortable telling my ex that someone is following me!” You rolled your eyes. “Anyways, I did what you told me and now I’m here.”
“I took a picture of him when he wasn’t looking.” You pushed your phone closer to Bucky only to see the color drain out of his face. “What’s the matter?”
“The-these- this guy, I saw him at the warehouse.” Bucky muttered. “They’re sending me a message.”
“What are we going to do?” You asked quietly. 
Bucky’s nostrils flared as he got filled with rage. “We? We aren’t doing anything. I am going to go to them and kill every single one. I don’t care- they’re dead tomorrow morning.”
“Buck-“ You placed a hand on his chest but he turned around, getting up from the table. He paced around his apartment, face red with anger. “Buck! Stop!”
His eyes darkened. “Stop? Stop and do what? Wait until they hurt the woman that I love? I’m not going to just sit back and take the high road. They deserve to be in the ground and I’m going to make sure it happens. No one can get near you. I’ve worked too hard and sacrificed so much already for them to get close to you.”
“They’ve gotten too close already. I shouldn’t have let them, but they’re here now. And they’re going to see what happens when you piss me off. I broke my heart in two just to make sure you were going to be safe. And they won’t take that away from you, not your safety. I will do whatever is necessary.” 
You gasped at his words. 
“Is that- is that why-“ Bucky didn’t let you finish, his saddened gaze gave you the answer. 
“Do you love me?” You asked him, your heart speaking the words your brain couldn’t let you pronounce. His eyes were set on the ground. You took two steps to him, grabbing his face and looking into his eyes. 
“Tell me you don’t love me and I’ll drop it. We never have to talk about this again, we’ll finish with the mercenaries and I will never speak a word to you again. Just say the words. Tell me you don’t love me.” 
Worried creases appeared on Bucky’s forehead, battling with himself. “I could never keep you safe. You will always be in danger.”
“Say it.” You ordered. “Say that you don’t love me but know that it won’t go away. I will always be something they hang over your head because I’ll love you forever.” 
His steel blue eyes met yours and looked down at your lips. 
“I’ll never be safe, but that’s a price I’m willing to pay if it means I get to spend even a minute back in your arms.” You whispered.
Bucky crashed his lips into yours, a rushed and feverish kiss that had you seeing stars. The type that has you gasping for air but not knowing that if it is your last, it was worth it. Bucky pulled you closer to him, his cologne and desperation made you dizzy. 
“I’ll love you forever.” He whispered once you separated. “I promise to keep you safe, I’ll do whatever I have to. I cannot be without you, I was a fool to think I could.”
You smiled into his lips but his warmth left too soon. 
Bucky placed another kiss on your lips before walking to the door. “I’ll be home soon.”
“Where are you going?” You gripped his arm, wanting nothing more than for him to come back to you. 
He brought your hand to his mouth, placing a chaste kiss on your knuckles. “Anyone who dares to threaten you gets to see a part of me that I once buried.”
Your eyes met as he counted the bullets inside his gun and slid a knife into his pocket. 
“Hurry back home.” You said.
For the first time in months, Bucky let out a smile.    
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beforeimdeceased · 7 months
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WELCOME TO THE PARTY — ABBY ANDERSON ༄₊🫧➳
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tlou2 is based on the israeli occupation of palestine, how you can help
pairing: ex!abby x reader
synopsis: you try to escape the thoughts of your ex with a little partying and she shows up to ruin it all.
content: oral (r!receiving)
author’s note: thank u so much for 1.2k i love this little community we’ve got on here! you guys make me so happy i can’t thank you enough <3
“I can’t even enjoy this stupid fucking party, Oh my god!”
You were currently spiraling in a far corner of the bustling house. Drink in hand with a scowl on your face. You take a sip of the liquid, letting it slide down your throat and settle into your stomach. You were waiting for the buzz to kick in and ease your nerves.
You’d just seen Abby, your ex, prancing in with another girl on her arm. A very pretty and smiley girl who you’d never seen before. You were wondering how they’d met and what they’d talked about when Dina came over to snap you out of your thoughts.
“You’re not gonna let her ruin your fun, right?” She gently rubs your arm and you’re so touch starved the gesture nearly makes you cry. It’s been a week since you’d parted ways with the blonde, and the lack of her presence was weighing down on you. You’d missed her smile, her kind eyes, and the way she always knew how to make you laugh.
But she wasn’t perfect. Neither were you, you couldn’t be. Tension grew in the relationship. You went from wanting to be around each other all the time, to avoiding each other at all costs. If you saw her post that she was at the gym, you were making an illegal u-turn in the middle of the road to avoid seeing her. That wasn’t a relationship, and it had to end.
Funny how you were still avoiding her.
“Dina I can’t dance, I’m gonna be sick.” You hold your stomach, tugging against Dina’s grip on your arm. She looks at you empathetically, placing a kiss on the back of your hand. “Babe, Are you going to stop functioning properly because of her? Forever?”
Before you can respond, commotion ensues. Ellie can be heard cursing following the sound of glass breaking and a crash. “Okay, hold on. I’ve gotta stitch up my girlfriend.” She rolls her eyes before rushing into the direction of the noise. A crowd of people swallow her, keeping you from following her.
You decide you need to just wash your face off in the bathroom, and get your ass out there. Abby is just another girl that got away. She’s clearly moved on, so why can’t you? You weren’t going to let her sour your night. Plus, Dina was your ride and you had to wait for her to fix Ellie up.
You can’t get the bathroom downstairs open, and after asking about 7 intoxicated people you find safety in the basement. There everyone was either high, tripping, or both. More importantly, they were not paying attention to who was going into the bathroom in the far left corner.
It was big, which was unsurprising considering how large the basement and the house was itself. Incredibly clean and it looked like the perfect hideout spot. You decided you’d stay in there scrolling through your phone until Dina sent her usual “where r u?” text.
The familiar sound of the ping on your phone interrupts you mindlessly moving your thumb. Out of the corner of your eye you catch the first letter of the sender, and nearly throw your phone.
Abby ❌: Where’d you run off to?
Was that meant for you? Did you want to find out? You stare at the message letting your eyes unfocus. Biting your lip you ready yourself to respond, but you’re stopped by the three dots indicating she’s typing.
Abby ❌: You in the basement?
You wish the window in there was bigger, because it would’ve made escaping a lot easier. Instead of responding, you look for the easiest solution to your new found problem, which happened to be the door. You open it, and a presently surprised Abby is on the other end smiling at you.
“Oh, you opened it for me?” You walk back as she walks in and watch as she closes and locks the door. “You’re still so sweet.”
“Where’s your friend?” You ask, arms crossed. It was upsetting you that you were so jealous, but it made sense. The end of your relationship was rocky, but you’d still only broken up a week ago. The wound was fresh, and she was poking her fingers in it.
“I don’t know, probably making out with someone upstairs.”
Realization hits you and you’d never admit it but you felt relief. Abby can read you though, she knows you better than anyone. A wide smile spread on her stupid cocky face.
“Were you jealous?” She tilts her head a bit and it makes you bite the inside of your cheek. She’d always tilt her head while she was deep inside of you. Chuckle and ask “You like that?” As if you could even fucking answer with how hard she was fucking you. The memory sends a shiver through your entire body, and it delays your response. She takes note of that as well and your body language. Arms crossing and uncrossing while her eyes trailed up and down your body.
She was looking at you like she was struggling to contain herself. You could almost see her thoughts projected over her head. “I miss you. I miss fucking you.”
“Would it be wrong for me to be jealous?” You back up towards the sink, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Another memory of her with her hand over your mouth, pounding into you mercilessly, flooded your mind. She takes note of this before moving closer to you.
Her body is close enough that if you reached out, you would be touching her freckle speckled skin. You fear that if you don’t lean into her, you’ll tip over. That you’ll fall splat on the cold bathroom tile. That you’ll sink into the ground and disappear, if you don’t touch her right fucking now.
“I guess not.” She leans over towards you, and you think she’s moving in to wrap you in a hug, but she’s just pushing past to look in the mirror. She notices how your face falls at her movements, and turns to look at you.
“Someone has to be honest here. Want me to start?”
No was at the tip of your tongue before her lips crashed into yours. She cups your face and you almost don’t notice her backing you up against the sink. Your back hits the edge of it, causing it to arch and your head to lean back. Abby takes the opening, latching her lips onto your jaw and then your neck.
“I fucking hate you so much right now.” You close your eyes, body contradicting your words. You lean into her strong and firm arms. Pulling your body into hers. “I hate how I couldn’t go a week without you.” Is breathless and desperate as it leaves your tongue.
She’s on her knees now, positioned in between your legs. She struggles to remain composed enough to tease you. Lustrous desire causing her mouth to salivate. You help her get your pants off, kicking them to the side, before her fingers loop into the band of your underwear. “It wasn’t easy for me either.” She pulls them down in a frenzy. “I missed the way you moaned my name.”
She latches her tongue to your heat, swirling a harsh circle against your sensitive bud. You would’ve lost your balance if she wasn’t holding your legs open and up with her arms. fingers on the inner corners of your cunt, spreading you wide for her. There was no mercy, and no slowing down. Her mission was to make you see stars.
“Fuck.” Is all you can let out and she hums against you in agreement. The vibration sending a wave of pleasure straight to your core. You tangle your hands in her hair, grappling at it to keep her right where you needed her.
And she never fails to deliver. Tongue buried into your walls while her nose swipes against your clit. You bite back a moan which causes her to move her hand and squeeze your ass, pushing the sound out of you. It’s clear and melodic, music to her ears. If anyone happened to walk in she wouldn’t want to stop. She wanted to hear more from you. She needed to.
You can barely hold back your orgasm. With the way she has you spread completely open for her, entire face buried into you moaning against your cunt. You let the wave rush over you, eyes rolling back into your head as her name rolls off your tongue.
You shake a bit, overwhelmed from the high and her face still buried between your legs. Now is when you feel a bit disappointed in yourself. At how hard it was to stay away, how easy it was to give into her, and how you’re going to have to explain this to Dina.
Abby kisses up and down your inner legs, catching all of your juices on her tongue. It feels so good before you hear that damn ding from your phone once again. She reaches over to grab it out of your pants pocket and hand it to you. Speak of the devil.
Dina 💖: where r u?
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iwanty0uu · 2 months
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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Can I ~Kehlani
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“This shit so good like it should be illegal” you said to yourself after discretely taking a puff out of the pre-rolls connie left for you, feet over the arm of the huge chair that held you inside of the common rooms of your college. Notebooks of all colors displayed messily along the table in front of you, filled with doodles of the brain, and respiratory system. You were trying to prepare yourself for your pre-med exam in two days, but you couldn’t help think about him.. How he made you touch the back-board of his bed like you was a free throw, how he spent so much time with you that you found yourself…“Little Miss Scholar” using all his lingo,how his ex-girlfriend claimed he lied when he told u he was single. The way his hands slid in between your thighs, fitting like a puzzle piece that you never knew was missing. How he always said “a sweet girl like you shouldn’t know how to fuck like this cus you fuck me like a porn star.. u sure that I’m ya only one?” How he intertwined his longer tattooed fingers with your own freshly polished ones, and squeezed tighter as he heard the mumbles of your “friends” asking “how the fuck he know her home-body ass?” How he left you in shambles everytime his tongue grazed against your clit, shutting your mouth with his hand when you got too loud in the dorms.
You felt as if your pen went dry because of your day dreaming, you scribbled on the paper attempting to gain some ink flow, but managed to get lost in your thoughts again..
The thoughts about him making you squirt, leaving the juices on his pretty white tee shirt, the same night he convinced you to make a sex tape cus he strokes himself to the bloopers..How your velvety walls clenched around his pink tip as a reward, almost as if they were saying “you lasted long babe you’re a trooper.” Gripping him, forcing him to cum inside you.. “Don’t pull out my love, make me proud n thug it out” you would whisper in his ear, running butterfly kisses along his temple. How he then massaged your clit, squeezing the fat of your thighs, while pussy drunk, muttering about how you’re a keeper..But not just because of how you fucked him senseless considering you didn’t partake in those activities, but because it was never hard to read him, to understand him. He wasn’t like everyone else, and you realized this when you didn’t automatically dislike him, it makes you feel even more confident in your relationship knowing how he always says “Baby i need ya” and not in sexual ways. He made it known that he cared about you because he changed his ways so you can mold into him, gave you room to grow and de-cluttered himself so you could use him as extra space when you needed it, when you were stressed and the burden was too much. How he always thought of you and made it obvious in everything that he did even when he didn’t realize it.
“Damn…” you thought wrapping up your daydream realizing that an hour more than passed. The suns rays danced through the huge windows, slightly blinding you almost as if it was a punishment for getting yourself distracted. Eyes peering at the still notebooks below you, waiting to be used, basically taking up dust because of your negligence. The red water bottle resting in your lap was snatched up as you took sips, ignoring the obnoxious sound of the doors opening in the comms, but off of instinct, you still looked up and made eye contact with the tall man who stood in front of the sun..As if he became your sun for a second, and as he came closer, you noticed the buzz-cut and relaxed, resting the water bottle on the table, trying to stop the smile that crept onto your face…
“Hey, can I come over? Is it okay if I stop by n see u later?”……….
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this one if for you pook! i highlighted my fav lyrics🥸 @soulaanshere ~𝓁ℯ𝓁ℯ
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myriadblvck · 2 months
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im coming into your asks so NOT NORMAL abt this streamer au 👀👀👀👀 omg
!!!! this AU is so fun.
the way they became friends in the au is actually funny. when soap was an incredibly small streamer (and even to this day) he made a habit of asking people about their jobs because he found it interesting. he really loves interacting with his community. but anyway, ghost said he was military and soap, who had a vague idea for a comic that revolved around two military dudes, wanted it to be a realistic as possible and asked ghost if he would be okay with him crashing into his dms. Ghost was very eh about it because he thought it would be like those conversations he has with kids when they see him fresh on leave and ask questions and then move on. but soap was like :o ur job is so cool and important :o omg UR SO COOL :o and ghost who’s actually really proud of what he does got mildly carried away talking about what he does day to day and shit.
and then soap started asking about guns, knives, etc. and then ghost asked about soap’s day and about his art career. and it spiraled from there.
anyway here’s ghost and soap on a facetime call (while ghost is very much definitely not supposed to be on his phone) towards the part where they sort of kind of are dating but they haven’t really talked about it yet because of their schedules.
anyway. content warning because ghost tells gaz to kill himself, as a joke between bros.
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Ghost props his phone up hiding behind some of his gear. “Welcome to my youtube channel, today we’re making sure my gear is stocked so I don’t die.” He hears Soap’s snort in his ear, and Ghost looks around before turning back to his gear.
“Isn’t this kind of illegal?” Soap asks, chucking quietly. “What’s that?”
“Adrenaline shots. So if somethin’ happens and I need to run I just,” he mimes stabbing himself in the leg with the stim before storing it in its proper place. “It’s like restarting the adrenaline response. Pretty interesting, probably.”
Soap adjusts himself in his chair, placing his drawing pen down on the table and watching him. “I missed you,” Soap says softly. His voice in his earbuds sends chills down Ghost’s spine, “I get worried about you. Sometimes even chat asks about the adventures of my bestie Ghost.”
Ghost snorts. “To answer your question, it isn’t exactly illegal. I would just get in a lot of trouble, probably.”
Soap hums and starts chattering on about his week, filling the silence with nonsense chatter. Ghost hears walking behind him mumbles, “Hold on, love,” gently and tips his phone over so it falls with the screen down.
“Lt, doin’ anything interesting?” Ghost looks over at Gaz and narrows his eyes. He looks a little too happy. Strange.
“Why’re you so happy? What did you do that I haven’t heard of yet?” Ghost hears Soap giggle in his ear and fights off the urge to look at his phone.
Gaz narrows his eyes. “You’re talking to somebody.” He steps closer, a conspiratorial look in his eye. “You just said something without swearing after every word. You only do that when talking to Price or the brass. You’re never nice to me.”
Ghost kisses his teeth. “Suck a cock, Garrick. Yer crazy.” He picks up his mistake the second he makes it. Gaz’s eyes light up.
“You’re talking to them now!” Gaz says, pretty fucking gleeful, “You’re echoing, I can hear it,” Gaz gasps. “Do you have a fucking girlfriend?”
“No,” Ghost says, turning back to his back. He hears Soap snickering quietly. “Fuck you.”
“A boyfriend?”
“Kill yourself.”
“Tha’s mean, Simon,” Soap says softly. Simon rolls his eyes.
“You just rolled your eyes. So it is a dude.” Gaz makes a grab for Ghost’s phone, and Ghost is half a second too late. “Oh! You’re pretty! Hi! I cant hear you because Ghost is hiding his expensive headphones under his stupid mask but you’re very pretty and I was suspecting that Ghost had a friend or something because he was being very lenient with us and even went out to a bar,” Gaz rambles, sprinting down the hall with Ghost hot on his heels.
“Garrick!”
Soap says, “Aw, he’s really nice,” as Ghost grabs Gaz by the collar of his shirt. Gaz makes a dramatic choking noise as he steals the phone back and Soap says, “Hi, Simon.” He looks very pleased, wide smile. “I heard I made an impact on your anti social behavior.”
“If you get shot Im taking the bullet out without painkillers,” Ghost tells Gaz. Gaz peeks over his shoulder.
“Whats he saying?
“That you’re ugly and he hates you,” Simon retorts.
“Tell him I said thank you! And that I also think he’s pretty and I’m surprised that you’re such a hardass.”
Ghost looks down at his phone. “I’m not telling him all that.” Soap shoots him a look. “Johnny says thank you and you’re pretty and he’s surprised i’m a hard ass. Now leave me alone.”
“But sir,” Gaz says dramatically.
“Sergeant,” Ghost growls, glaring at him. Gaz sighs and holds his hands up in surrender and walks off.
“Mee-yow,” Soap mumbles. Ghost looks at him with an unimpressed glance.
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also later in the AU where gaz sends soap a video of ghost + a ft call
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John has watched the videos Kyle sent him maybe a thousand times.
“Oi, LT,” Simon’s got his head leaned back against the seat, thumbs hooked in his vest. John feels a chill go down his spine as Simon opens his eyes and the seeming dark abyss shows his eyes. They’re dark with irritation, a look John has never had directed at him. “Whatcha donna do when we get home?”
Simon shuffles in the seat, shutting his eyes again. He makes a disinterested, “I’m gonna sneak into your room and come on your pillows if you don’t leave me alone.” Gaz makes a surprised noise. Simon opens one eye and says, “Don’t act shocked. I’ve said nastier shit.”
The camera flips and Gaz has an overly shocked face on.
The next video is essentially Simon swearing and grumbling and stripping. It’s endearing, and for some reason very attractive. Simon pauses when he gets down to what looks like an undershirt and turns. “Why’re you filmin’ me?”
The silence stretches for a few seconds before Kyle says, “Shit.” And the camera blurs as Kyle starts sprinting.
“Delete it!“
“It’s for John!”
“Delete it!”
John sends a quick; “;p yer a doll”
Kyle replies; “He’s mad 😪”
John opens his message thread with Simon and types; “You come on people’s pillows?”
Simon :p : I’m coming on Gaz’s pillows tonight
Simon :p : he’s getting an eye infection.
Simon :p : i’ve said nastier shit
John snorts, flipping over to face the other wall. “pls don’t come on his pillows he sends really good candid pics :(“
Simon :p : dumb as fuck
Simon :p : missed you
John drops his phone into his chest and kicks his legs against his sheets.
Simon :p : ft?
John clicks on the facetime icon and props his phone up on a pillow. The call connects to Simon brushing his teeth in that aggressive way he does. “Hi,” John mumbles, stomach fluttering.
Simon grunts holding up his hand and rinsing out his mouth. He spits into the sink and rinses his face. “Hey. What’d you do while I was gone?”
John rambles about art commissions, a potential job for art with a game dev, and that he went to London with his sister to get chocolate cake.
Simon’s done shaving and washing his face by the time John finishes off his recap. “You sent me a porno.”
“Oh my god,” Soap laughs, “Was not a porno. It was an anatomy study.”
“I dunno, I saw a dick in there,” Simon says with a smile. John rolls his eyes, knowing he’s teasing.
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:p here you go!
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homeofthepeculiar · 10 days
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Now that your request are open(I hope) I thought of a cute idea of Benedict and reader going on a picnic with their kids and Anthony and Kate and their kids. You know just a cute gathering 🥺 I hope it made sense
Hey! Yes, of course! Sounds fun 💕 I hope this is okay!
Over the Garden Wall Drabble - Picnic Series Masterlist
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The one thing Y/N would never get over was the security. She understood it, of course she did. Their daughter was the future Queen of England and Ireland. That did not mean that they needed to be flanked by footmen everywhere they went. Well, it did mean that, actually. 
“James,” Y/N sighed. “Can you please stop hovering?”
“Of course, Your Royal Highness,” he replied, taking one step back.
“Edmund Bridgerton!” Anthony shouted. “Give your cousin her toy back.” He clicked his tongue. “If he continues doing this, I won’t be surprised if she has him beheaded the second she ascends to the throne.”
“Anthony,” Kate sighed. She was holding baby Charlotte in her lap, her finger pressed against the baby’s lips. Y/N watched with a large smile. When they had told her that they planned to name their child Charlotte, she had burst into tears. Y/N and Benedict had decided to not name their children after anyone. There were already so many expectations as members of the royal family and, in Isabel’s case, future monarch, they didn’t want them to have to hold up to anything else. But Charlotte, she was the sweetest baby ever. Even sweeter than Y/N's sister of the same name. She hoped the girl stayed that way. 
The other children were running around. Edmund and Isabel, now five years old, got along so well that it made their parents the happiest people on Earth. Miles, Kate and Anthony’s second child, enjoyed keeping to himself. That was why, at the ripe age of three, he sat with his back to his father’s back, a children’s book in his hands.
“Papa, what does this word mean?” he wondered, putting the book right in front of Anthony’s face. 
Anthony jutted back and grabbed the book, holding it a bit away from his face. “What word?”
Miles sighed and stood, moving around his father’s shoulder. He pointed at the word with an exasperated look on his face. Y/N had to hide her smile. He looked so much like Anthony when he did that. “Moral,” Anthony said. “It’s a lesson.”
“Like the ones the governess teaches?” Miles wondered.
“Er…No,” Anthony explained. “You learn morals from experience.”
“Okay,” Miles said, snatching the book back, making Anthony shake his head with a chuckle.
“Oh, for God’s sake,” Benedict sighed under his breath. “Julian! Stop pulling your sister’s hair!”
“Beheading for two?” Y/N wondered.
“No one is getting beheaded,” Kate said.
“Of course not,” Y/N agreed. “It’s illegal.”
“Well Isabel can always bring it back,” Anthony said.
“Anthony,” Kate hissed, making him laugh.
“I jest!”
“Sure…”
Y/N rested her head on Benedict’s shoulder as they watched all of their children run around. It had been three years since she had a child and, even though they had agreed on capping it off at three, something in her missed it. Being pregnant, a new baby. She looked over at baby Charlotte, that feeling filling her yet again. 
When she had discovered she was pregnant with Karina, the fear she had felt with her first two pregnancies did not fill her. Instead, it was pure love. It was happiness and excitement. Benedict placed a grape in front of her face and she took it between her teeth with a smile. She turned and pressed a kiss to his jaw, settling back into his shoulder with a happy sigh on her lips. 
“James,” Y/N hissed, seeing the footman near the children. There was another group of children that had run up, wanting to play. “They are fine.”
“Yes, Your Royal Highness,” James said with a bow, even though they all knew he was not fine with it. He was protective. All of their staff was. Not just of Isabel, but of all the children. They had created a family over the last six years. 
“Oh, Good God,” they heard a voice shout. “Talia, don’t do that!” The mother rushed over to her daughter and grabbed her. “My apologies, Your Royal Highnesses.”
“It is alright,” Benedict said with a smile. “They are children, they can play together.”
The mother gave a nervous smile and a nod. She bent down and whispered something in her daughter’s ear that made the girl’s eyes widened. Hesitantly, she walked over to Isabel and bowed, making all of the adults laugh. Isabel had a wide smile on her face. She looked so much like Benedict when she smiled. 
Isabel grabbed Talia’s hand and pulled her over to where the other children were playing. Edmund had, once again, taken Isabel’s toy and it seemed as though she and Talia were on a mission to get it back. 
Karina ran over to her parents with a pout on her face. “Mother,” she cried.
“Yes, my darling,” Y/N said.
“That girl is taking Isabel,” she replied with tears in her eyes.
Y/N covered her mouth to hide her chuckle. Benedict didn’t even bother, he laughed outright. “Oh, darling,” the princess said. She opened her arms and wrapped them around her daughter. “You know that your sister is very sociable.”
“What does that mean?” Karina wondered.
“She likes meeting new people and making friends.”
“But what about me?” Karina cried.
“You will always have each other,” Y/N responded. “Why don’t you go over and ask to play with them?”
Karina stood, wrung her hands together, and stared at her feet. She was so much like her mother. “I’m scared,” she said quietly. 
“They will not hurt you,” Benedict said with a tilt of his head.
“But what if they laugh at me?” she wondered.
Y/N's face softened. “They won’t. I promise.”
Karina nodded and, with a sigh, turned on her feet. She stuck her head in the air and marched right over to her sister and her new friend. She stuck her hand out to the new girl. Talia looked at it, confused, but took it and giggled as Karina shook it firmly.
Y/N hid her head in Benedict’s shoulder once again to stifle her laughter. 
“Well, that is one way to go about it,” Anthony said with a thoughtful hum. 
“She knows what she wants,” Benedict responded with a shrug. “Sort of like her mother.”
“Oh, please,” Y/N sighed. 
She turned to look back at all of the children. Karina had joined Isabel and Talia in their scheme to get the toy back from Edmund. Julien had since joined in the boys tirade. They were trouble together. Benedict pressed a kiss to her cheek, making her turn with a quirked brow.
“What?” she wondered with a soft smile.
“Nothing,” he responded. “I’m just happy.”
Y/N couldn’t help but widen her smile in response. “Me too.”
“Good God, Edmund!” Anthony screamed. They all turned to look at the boy as he started to climb the tree in order to run from the girls that had chased after him for the toy. Anthony grumbled under his breath as he got to his feet and ran after his son.
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Pride and prejudice - seb with cruel summer 🫣 bridge suits him SO MUCH it should be illegal
can i just say ty to all of the anons sending seb requests you’re the backbone of our society. can’t wait to write them all!
CRUEL SUMMER. ❨ sebastian vettel x reader ❩
✩⡱ warnings: allusion to sex but no actual smut. age gap if you squint.
maybe it was the heat, you thought to yourself, making you feel like this. stuck on a yacht in the french riviera, you tried to distract yourself with your friends. but he was there, and he was so handsome and older and wiser. but sebastian vettel was trouble.
still, every evening after dinner, you found yourself disappearing below deck to him, letting him kiss you until you ran out of breath. he was a good kisser, too good, and knew just which buttons to press to make you give in.
“seb, we can’t,” you whisper, shaking. “everyone’s just upstairs, they’ll hear.”
you played this game every night, receiving some kind of smart quip from sebastian as he sank to his knees in front of you. and every time, he’d look up and grin devilishly as he disappeared between your thighs.
as soon as you arrived back on deck, it was like nothing had happened. you made your excuses and went back to your friends, and sebastian would only steal glances and brushing touches in passing.
one night, you’d all headed on land to a club that lewis recommend. sebastian hadn’t stopped staring at you in a dress that left little to the imagination (not that he needed much of an imagination). at the club, he may as well have been a stranger. you watched from the bar as he danced with a beautiful girl, being too drunk to notice how her hands were wandering over him.
in the taxi, you’d cried into isa’s arms, not giving her or charlotte a reason why. they knew, of course they knew. they’d be fools not to notice how you looked at sebastian. when the boys’ taxi pulled in behind you, you dried your eyes and looked away when carlos asked if you were okay.
“i’m fine,” you assured, avoiding sebastian’s stare and letting charlotte hold your hand as you hurried back to the boat.
he found you on the deck later that night, when everyone else was fast asleep. your legs were pulled up to your chest, chin resting on your knees, looking out to the dark waves on the horizon. he said nothing, sitting quietly beside you.
“i’m sorry,” sebastian admits after a moment of listening to your soft sniffles. you don’t dare look over to him, knowing how you’ll give in when you do. “please, talk to me.”
“i love you,” you’re saying it before you have the sense to stop yourself. you look at him then, because it’s out there, there’s no stopping it. “is that the worst thing you’ve ever heard?”
sebastian shakes his head, the ghost of a sad smile pulling at his lips. “no,” he whispers, reaching out to touch your cheek.
you sigh, leaning into his warm hand. he doesn’t return the words, and you know what it means. he loves you, he does, but he’s afraid. so are you, but you’re trying.
“i… i don’t want to keep secrets,” you tell him, voice quiet and taken away by the cool night air. “even if it means i get to keep you.”
sebastian winces, feeling you slip away from him. he doesn’t want to lose you, but the prospect of giving this relationship, everything that he has, up for the world to ogle at — he can’t face it. to have you is to lose you, he can’t seem to win.
summer was cruel like that. it gave you heaven only to take it away when the leaves turned. or maybe, it was just love that was cruel. and you, it’s sweet victim.
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thatgirlstrawberry · 1 year
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Sick Surprise pt. 9 - Spell Eloise
In which Spencer finds Eloise
Warnings: angst, cursing, crying, guns, fluff, lmk if I missed anything!
Spencer Reid x fem!reader
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Spencer and Hotch stood side by side in FBI vests with their guns out in front of them. They had reached Jake Kelly’s apartment.
Morgan broke through the two of them and pounded on the door. “Jake Kelly. FBI, open the door or we’re coming in!” He called, his voice angry. He pounded on the door once more when he didn’t get an answer.
He looked at Hotch and Spencer who nodded and he stepped back a few steps and kicked the door in. Spencer was the first one to move. He held his gun down by his side as he walked through the apartment. He looked around every corner and looked in all of the room son his side of the apartment.
“Clear.” He heard Hotch call. He shut his eyes when he realized that Jake Kelly was not there. And he wasn’t there, that meant the Eloise wasn’t either.
He sighed and holstered his gun as he entered what seemed to be the master bedroom. He looked around and began to turn around but spotted something on the carpet.
He bent down and picked it up, calling for Hotch. His eyes stung with tears as both Hotch and Morgan came running into the room.
“What is it, Reid?”
He covered his mouth. “It’s her shoe.” He spoke, his voice begging to break. But he wouldn’t let it. “I know it’s her shoe because I bought her these for her birthday— these coloring book shoes. She colored them, look— and she wrote her name on the bottom.” He flipped the shoe up so they could see the illegible handwriting on the bottom of it. But Eloise told him that it was her name so he just went with it.
Hotch saw that Spencer was on the verge of tears so, he took the shoe from him and handed it to Morgan. “Reid, we need to find this man. In order to do that, we need you at your best.” He nodded.
Spencer stood up and looked at him.
“And if you can’t be the best, I need you to go home to Y/N.” He finished, placing his hand on his shoulder.
The man swallowed and shut his eyes. “I need to find her.” And I’m gonna kill Jake when I find him. He only thought that part because he would for sure be thrown off the case if he said it out loud.
Hotch nodded. “And we will. Go call Y/N and then get your head in the game.”
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Y/N was sitting in Eloise’s room, holding the girl’s favorite stuffed animal. Of course, it was a bird. It was blue and had pretty glass eyes.
Her tears had fallen on to it by now but what else could she do? Spencer damn bear demanded that she go home and let him handle it. At first, she was willing to go on a rampage and track the mother fucker that took her down all on her own.
But no. Spencer told her that she needed time to think about what was happening.
JJ and Penelope went back to Y/N’s apartment so she wasn’t alone during this time. They were in the living room, giving her space because that’s the one thing she asked for. Emily was out getting food for everyone.
Penelope’s phone rang and she picked it up hurriedly, not looking at who it was. “Did you find her?” She asked, being very loud. JJ nudged her with a warning look on her face right before Y/N walked out of Eloise’s room.
“Is that Spencer?” She asked, moving quickly across the floor. “Oh my God, what is it?”
Penelope looked at her as she sat on the floor on her knees.
“Penelope? It’s Spencer.”
The blonde nodded down at woman. “Did you find Eloise?” She asked, trying not to glance at the mother who had fresh tears pooling in her eyes.
“All we found at his place was her shoe.”
Garcia’s eyes got wide and she tried to hold on a gasp. “O-okay.”
“Can I talk to Y/N?”
She handed the phone to the woman and she took it quickly. “Spencer? Did you— find her? Eloise, is she there?”
“Baby— She’s not here.” Spencer answered. “Our next option is to track his cell and his card payments.”
“Well then do it, Spencer. Do whatever you have to.” She snapped. She didn’t realize how mean she sounded but if she did, she wouldn’t have cared. “Please, Spencer. Find her.”
Spencer’s breath shook. “We will, Y/N. I’ll find her.”
Y/N let a soft son fall from her lips and she shut her eyes. “Spencer, listen to me.” She paused. “If she has even a single scratch on her, I want you to fucking kill him. Do you hear me?”
JJ and Penelope looked at each other worriedly.
“Y/N, you know I can’t do that.”
A sad breath left her and she nodded, her lip. “I know— it’s just, she is my entire life. If she doesn’t come back to me I—“ Y/N couldn’t finish her sentence. She covered her son with her hand and squeezed her eyes shut.
JJ took the phone from her and Y/N let her. “Spencer, call us back when you find her. Y/N needs to rest.”
.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.
“Hey, Reid. We got a hit.”
Spencer looked up from his phone. JJ had just hung up on him after he’d spoken to Y/N. “What? Where?”
Hotch sighed. “After we put that picture of Eloise on the news, a motel manager downtown called and said that he saw her with a man.”
Spencer patted his lips and reached for his gun that he’d set on the table, tucking it into his holster. “Did you tell him to—“
“Yes, we told him to disconnect the cable in Jake’s room.” He nodded. “But, we have to get going now, the manager said it doesn’t look like he was planning to stay long.”
He nodded and grabbed his bullet proof vest off of the table. Morgan and Hotch noticed his face harden. “Reid—“ He already started walking away.
“We roll in, lights off and silent. Take this guy by surprise.”
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It was dark by the time they reached the motel. Hotch got the room number from the manager when he called. Hotch decided the the SUVs would pull in in a sort of crescent formation. If Jake came out of the room, he would be blocked from leaving with Eloise.
Once the headlights of all of the cars were off, Spencer got out and shut the door quietly, walking in front of the car. He was in the middle of the crescent formation.
Morgan, Hotch, Rossi and Reid looked at each other, agreeing on waiting for him to come out rather than go in.
Spencer saw movement shadows moving quickly on the window. This was it, he was about to come out.
Spencer pulled his gun from his holster and held it out on front of him. The rest of the BAU plus the police force behind them did too.
The door to the room opened quickly and the first face that Spencer saw was his Eloisey’s. She had tears running down her face and her tiny fist balled up by her mouth.
“Jake Kelly, freeze and drop the girl!” Hotch shouted. Jake walked out of the room the rest of the way, his face changing from determined to terrified.
He still held on to Eloise as he looked around. He had a bag hanging on his shoulder. “Wh— What? No, man. Come on, this is my daughter!” He shouted, looking around all of the faces.
Spencer so desperately wanted Eloise to look at him but with all of the tears in her eyes. His heart broke at just the sight, this girl had to be scared out of her mind.
“Kelly, put her down, drop the bag and hands up.” Morgan instructed.
The man shook as a pitiful tear rolled down his cheek. “N-no. I can’t— this is my daughter. She should be with me.”
Spencer furrowed his brows. “What changed, Jake?” He asked, stepping forward. He lowered his gun and put it back in his holster. He didn’t want Eloise to see him like that.
The man’s eyes shot to him and he back up. “What— what the hell are you doing— back up.”
He saw little Eloisey’s eyes widen. “Spenther!” She shouted. She began wiggling in Jakes arms. “I wan’ Spenther— no wet me go!” She screamed.
Spencer put his hands up. “Eloisey, it’s okay honey. Just wait a minute, okay?” The girl whimpered when Jake pulled her harshly closer into him.
“No— stop talking to her!” Jake shouted. “My daughter— please, just let me have her.”
Spencer shook his head. “What changed, Jake?” He asked again. “Why do you want Eloise so bad now?”
Jake scoffed. “Because— I’m alone, man!” He cried. “I h-have no one! And this is my daughter, I mean— she loves me!” He looked down at Eloise. “Right honey? You love your daddy?” The girl let out a loud scream and tried to push herself away from him.
Jake roughly pulled her back and Spencer took another step forward. When he got a closer look, it seemed that Jake was on something.
“Spell Eloise for me, Jake.” Spencer nodded.
Jake glanced at the girl in his arms before looking back up at Spencer. “Uh… uh E… L… L-O-W-E- E-Z.”
Spencer clicked his tongue. “Wrong. When’s her birthday?”
It was literally just a few weeks ago. “M-may 10th.”
Spencer shook his head. “Wrong, June 13th.” He answered.
“This is stupid—“
“Her favorite food?” Jake was silent. “Her- her favorite color? Her least favorite food?”
The man holding the girl was red, angry looking. He sniffled. “Come on, man. You could never be her father. You never will be?”
“And you will be?” Spencer almost laughed. “I mean, Jake, you’re not leaving here with Eloise. Face it, it’s over.” He nodded. “So let’s not make a bigger scene and just put her down.”
Eloise’s breath stuttered and she reached up slowly to touch the man’s face. “P-pwease, I wan’ go home.” She said quietly. “I wan’ my mommy, mithter.”
Jake’s lips quivered and his face softened— like he’d realized something. “O-okay.” He looked up at the people in front of him, pointing their guns. He bent down slowly, letting Eloise stand up.
He kept his hand around her wrist as he dropped the duffel bag by his feet. He shut his eyes and let go of Eloise’s wrist and she hurriedly ran away from him.
Spencer kneeled to the ground, his arms opening and waiting for her to run into him. “Come on, Eloisey, I got you.” He smiled as the girl ran faster and jumped into him. His arms immediately closed around her tightly. He shut his eyes and rocked her back in forth. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”
Spencer looked up at the exact moment the Eloise answered. He looked over the girl’s shoulder. His eyes widening as he saw Jake reach into his pocket.
“Kelly, no!” He heard Hotch shout. Spencer pulled Eloise away from his neck and put his hands over her ears.
“Look at me, okay? Just me.”
“Kelly, don’t do it!”
Spencer glanced behind her again just as he was raising the gun and then a shot rang out.
He tried his best to look calm and smiled at Eloise when she flinched. Officers started to walk past them and Spencer picked Eloise up and walked back behind the SUVs.
Suddenly, a car swerved to a stop not far from them. The door opened and Spencer heard Emily’s voice.
“Y/N, wait! We don’t know if the scene is—“
Before she could finish her sentence, Y/N stumbled out of the car. She looked distraught her eyes glancing all around.
“Mommy!” Eloise screamed.
Y/N stopped and looked at her, covering her mouth with her hand. “Oh… my— Eloise!” Her feet were faster than her mind.
She ran over quickly and wrapped her arms around the girl, taking her from Spencer’s arm. “Baby, a-are you okay?” She looked up at Spencer while kissing her daughter’s forehead. “Are you hurt, Eloisey?”
The girl held up her arm and Y/N saw a forming bruise there. “Oh, baby. It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay. You’re safe now.”
Spencer watched how Y/N was shaking with Eloise in her arms. An ambulance rolled in, it’s sirens louder than ever.
“Can w’go home, mommy?” Eloise asked. The woman looked at Spencer.
He smiled and placed his hand on Y/N’s back. “Uh we have to get you checked out first but after that, we can go, okay?” He nodded with a comforting smile.
Y/N bit her lip and kissed Eloise again before they headed towards the ambulances.
.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.
Eloise other than the harsh bruise on her arm was fine. Now, they were all sitting in her bedroom. The girl was on her bed and Spencer and Y/N kneeled in front of it.
“An’ I tol’ him i wanted my mommy and my Spenther but he was so mad.” The girl squeezed her blue bird as Y/N and Spencer nodded along. She insisted on telling them what happened to her.
When she was waiting to be picked up, she was playing with a toy that Y/N packed in her bag. She wasn’t paying attention and just… got in the car. She only realized that it wasn’t Spencer when she asked him to play her mom’s driving song and he wouldn’t do it. When he turned around to face her, she became scared.
“It’s okay, baby.” Y/N nodded. “You’re with your mommy and your Spencer now.” She leaned forward and kissed the girl’s cheek. “Are you ready to have the best sleep over ever!?” She asked.
Spencer chuckled. “I sure am, what about you Eloisey?”
The girl giggled and clapped her hands. “Yeth!”
Y/N smiled. “I will go get the ice cream and the hot fudge and Spencer will hook up a movie on your TV, okay?”
She nodded and Y/N stood up, leaving the room. Spencer sighed and stood up, going to Eloise’s TV to put in her Tangled CD.
“Spenther?”
Spencer glanced back at her. “Yes, Eloisey?”
“Was the mithter who took me was my dad?” She asked. Spencer froze and let his hands fall to his sides.
He turned around. “Um… he w—“
“‘Cause I don’ want him to be my dad.” She shook her head.
Spencer let out a breath. “Well, Eloise—“
“I wan’ you to be my Dad.” She smiled. Spencer’s eyes widened and he smiled. “Because mommy tol’ me dat dad’s wuv their babies.” She breathed. “You love me?”
“Of course I do—“
“And she also told me dat dad’s wuv their baby’s mommy. You wuv my mommy?
“Yes, very much but I—“
She go off of her bed and waddled over to Spencer. “An’ she said dar dad’s protet their baby.” She lifted her arms above her head, wanting him to pick her up. He did and propped her on his hip. “An’ you proteted me.” She touched his nose and leaned forward, kissing his cheek.
Spencer’s eyes stung with tears. “Of course I protected you. I will always protect you and your mommy.”
Y/N walked into the room with three bowls of ice cream and tears running down her face. She had been listening to their conversation.
“Mommy, why are you crying?”
Y/N pressed her lips together. “I’m— I’m just happy to see you guys.”
Spencer bit his lip. “Y/N?”
“Spence?”
“Will— will you marry me?”
The woman stood there, frozen. “I-I know I don’t have a ring but the second I get a chance I will go and buy you one. I just—“
“I don’t need a ring, Spencer.” She smiled. “Of course I will marry you.”
Spencer smiled and looked down at Eloise. “Isnit okay if I marry your mom?” He asked, putting his forehead against hers.
“Um… Fuck yes!”
“Eloise!”
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Also just so you know, Jake isn’t dead but he will not be a physical problem anymore!
This is not the end of this series! There is more dad!spencer to come! I hope you enjoyed this! I know I did— also, give me ideas of future chapters! I’d love to hear them and possibly write them
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captainsophiestark · 2 years
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Don’t Go Breaking My Heart
Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Reader
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Fandom: Top Gun
Summary: Five of the most important moments in your life with Rooster. All fluff, humor, and adorable energy, despite the title sounding angsty. Go listen to the Elton John song that the title’s from, the vibes fit.
Word Count: 2,834
Category: Fluff, Humor
A/N: When I tell you this fic lived in my mind rent-free and refused to leave until I wrote it... dude, I literally couldn’t think of anything else until this was metaphorically on the page
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"C'mon, Phoenix! Payback? Fanboy? You can't leave me hanging, I need somebody to sing a duet with me."
"No way in hell Rooster. We're not going up there and making fools of ourselves."
I couldn't help tuning into the loud argument being had by the group behind me. I turned to find a tall, handsome man with a mustache standing and trying to persuade just one of his friends to go sing karaoke with him.
He wasn't having much luck.
"You know, if none of you go up there with me, I'll just have to go up there and do both parts myself."
"Great! Bob, get your phone out and record this, it's going to be gold-"
"Excuse me?" I said, standing and walking around the table where I'd been sitting to stand in front of the mustache man. My friends gave me incredulous looks, but I ignored them. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't help overhearing. I've been trying to talk my friends into going up there and singing with me all night with no luck too, and so if you need a duet partner... I'd be happy to step in."
"Seriously?" he asked. I nodded.
"Seriously."
"Then let's go!"
He didn't even hesitate as he grabbed my hand and headed up to the front of the bar, and I couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out of me. We got to the front, where people were taking signups, and he pulled me up with him before dropping my hand and draping his arm around my shoulders instead.
"Hey!" he said, yelling to be heard over the current singer and music. "We're- shit, I don't even know your name!"
He turned to me, dropping his arm from my shoulders with a wide-eyed look on his face, but I just laughed.
"It's Y/N!"
"Y/N, Rooster! It's nice to meet you!"
"Rooster?"
"I'm a fighter pilot, it's my callsign!"
"Oh! Well then, Rooster, it's nice to meet you too!"
He turned back to the karaoke people like there had never been an interruption, a massive smile on his face.
"We're Rooster and Y/N. Can we sign up for a duet?"
"Sure thing. What do you want to sing?"
He turned back to me and raised an eyebrow. I leaned in a little, so I wouldn't have to yell as loudly, and Rooster turned so my mouth was next to his ear.
"How about Don't Go Breaking My Heart?" I asked. Rooster whipped his head around to face me so quickly he almost accidentally kissed me on the mouth.
"That's perfect! I think I might love you for suggesting it."
I just laughed and leaned into him as he turned back to deliver our song decision. The karaoke people wrote it down, then gestured for us to wait until our names were called. We chatted by the bar for a few minutes, and then at last, we were up.
"Okay, so you're gonna be Kiki Dee, right?" I teased as we went up. Rooster shot me a grin as we took our mics.
"Honey, I'm pretty sure you're kidding, but you'd better be careful because I'll take you up on that in a heartbeat."
I laughed as the music started, sharing a brief smile with Rooster before we launched into our performance. Our friends were clearly laughing at us, but neither of us cared.
We were having the time of our lives.
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I fidgeted in front of the mirror, adjusting my dress and hair again. After a few seconds, I forced myself to turn away and head downstairs before I drove myself crazy. Rooster was picking me up in a few minutes for our first date, and I'd taken to messing with my outfit to try to keep my nerves down while I waited.
I wandered into the kitchen and pulled down a glass to get some water, but I almost dropped it when a knock came at the door. I set the glass down and smiled as I moved to the door, opening it to find Rooster on the other side, a massive grin on his face.
"Wow. You look gorgeous."
I felt my face heat up as I looked down bashfully.
"Thanks. You look pretty good yourself."
He shrugged. "I do my best. You ready?"
"Of course. Where are we going?" I asked as we headed for his waiting car.
"I thought we'd go to that nice restaurant down by the Hard Deck, then walk along the beach afterwards? Look at the stars, walk through the surf, all that good stuff?"
"That sounds perfect."
We shared a smile as Rooster opened the door of his car for me and I slipped inside. He walked around and started the engine, and to my delight, Don't Go Breaking My Heart came on the radio.
"Hey!" said Rooster, immediately reaching for the dial to turn it up. "It's our song!"
"First date and we've already got a song?" I teased. He grinned right back.
"Since we met through singing it, yeah, I think it already counts as our song."
"Fair enough."
Like we'd planned it, we started singing together with the windows down as we drove to the restaurant. A joyous feeling bubbled up in my chest, and I felt truly alive with the wind in my hair and the music at top-volume as we cruised to the restaurant together.
After our song ended, Rooster and I just kept singing. One great song after another, we belted our hearts and souls out the whole way there. We occasionally got strange stares from the people on the street and in the other cars around us, but neither of us cared at all.
We had a lovely dinner together, then wandered down to the beach. I immediately kicked off my shoes, opting to carry them and feel my feet in the sand, and Rooster quickly followed suit.
"Nothing like the ocean at night," I sighed, breathing in the cool night air as Rooster gently took my hand.
"All the stars overhead aren't doing anything to hurt the view either," he added.
"No kidding."
We walked for a few minutes in comfortable silence, eventually wandering closer to the edge of the surf. We dipped our feet in the water and moved on to talking about nothing, enjoying every minute of it all the same.
Eventually, it got late enough that we needed to head back. We were both tired enough that we didn't sing along to all the songs on the way back, but we still turned them up to full-volume to enjoy.
When we got back to my house, Rooster walked me to the doorstep. We paused just outside the front door, smiles on both of our faces.
"So... did I make the cut for a second date?" he asked.
"Hell yes you did. I had a really, really good time, Rooster."
"Me too. I'm bogged down at Top Gun for the rest of the week, but maybe after that we could do something?"
"You're on, Bradshaw." I turned away long enough to open my door, then turned back to look at Rooster again. He stared right back as I took a few steps to close the distance between us, his eyes never leaving my face. I leaned up to place a soft kiss on his cheek, and when I pulled away, Rooster watched every single move I made like a hawk.
"I'll see you next weekend."
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I fidgeted on the docks, watching the massive aircraft carrier in front of me go through the final steps in the docking process. Rooster and the rest of the Top Gun special detachment were finally getting home today, safe and sound by some miracle. We'd been dating for months now, but this had been the first time I'd watched him ship out somewhere.
It was terrifying. But he loved flying, so I got through it. And now, he was coming home.
Maverick was the first one down the ramp and on dry land, and then a moment later, Rooster appeared behind him. A massive smile broke out on my face, and I didn't waste a second before sprinting across the dock.
Maverick grinned as soon as he caught sight of me, and then made a big show of clearly stepping out of my way. Rooster beamed as he opened his arms wide, catching me and managing to keep us from eating shit as I ran into him at full speed.
"Hey, baby," he muttered into my hair. He wrapped both arms around my waist and held me tight, spinning me around a few times before letting my feet rest firmly on the ground again. A few of his fellow pilots cheered and clapped him on the shoulder as they went past, but I ignored them all.
"I missed you," I said, pulling back just enough to look him in the eyes. "And I'm so glad you're home."
"I'm glad I'm home too, sweetheart."
He smiled, and I didn't waste another second before kissing him, hard. I heard Maverick clear his throat, but I ignored him. Rooster hadn't even been gone that long, but I'd missed him all the same. I didn't give a rat's ass who was watching; I was going to kiss my boyfriend as long as I damn well wanted.
When we finally broke apart, Rooster was staring at me with all the love in the world on his face. I couldn't stop myself from leaning up to give him one last quick peck, then we turned to head the rest of the way to shore. Rooster wrapped one arm tightly around my shoulders, and I started to walk, but I stopped short at the look Maverick was giving us.
He stared at us like we were ghosts, a slight sheen of tears in his eyes.
"Uh... are you okay?" I asked. Rooster's arm tightened around my shoulders as Maverick gave us a small smile.
"Yeah. Fine. You two just... you look a lot like another couple I knew."
I tried to figure out what the hell he was talking about, since the last time I'd talked to my boyfriend, Maverick had been enemy #1.
To my surprise, Rooster dropped his arm from my shoulders and took my hand instead, pulling me with him into a group hug with Maverick. They shared a smile and a laugh as we all embraced, and it seemed like a nice moment, but I couldn't help being a little confused.
After a few beats, we all broke apart, Maverick and Rooster still sharing happy smiles. When neither of them jumped in to explain, I took matters into my own hands.
"So... I take it you and Maverick worked some things out on this mission?"
Both men turned to me, giving me eerily similar smiles.
"Yeah, we worked a few things out," said Rooster. "I'll catch you up on it, but... we're cool with him now."
I shrugged. "Sounds good."
Maverick looked between Rooster and I with a raised eyebrow.
"Is that why you seemed mad at me every time I saw you?" he asked me. "Even before I knew who you were?"
"Yeah. My boyfriend had beef with you, so I had beef with you. But now, apparently, you're in the clear! So, I guess... looking forward to getting to know you."
Maverick stared at us for another few seconds, then broke out laughing. He sighed and looped one arm around Rooster's shoulders and the other around mine.
"Let's get out of here and go get a drink, then. I want nothing more than to get to know the woman who's been making Rooster so happy."
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"Amelia! Come back here! What the hell are you even doing?"
I shouted down the beach at Rooster and I's honorary little sister as she booked it down the beach. I was supposed to be driving her to a tutoring session, but when I'd swung by the Hard Deck to pick her up, she'd sprinted out to the beach without a word to me.
I saw her disappear around a rock outcropping a little further ahead, and I hustled after her. I had no idea what had made her run out of the bar like her hair was on fire, but I seriously needed to find out.
I rounded the rock, having to get my feet a little wet in the process, but came to a dead stop when I saw what was waiting on the other side. Amelia stood between her parents, Penny and Maverick, all three of them with massive grins on their faces as they stared at me. Between me and them stood none other than Bradly Rooster Bradshaw, my best friend and boyfriend, radiating happiness like the sun.
"Babe... what's going on?" I asked, taking a few steps closer to Rooster. He didn't answer, instead waiting until I got almost all the way to him. Then, just as I was about to start demanding some answers, he dropped to one knee before me in the sand.
"Y/N..."
"Oh my God, Bradley..."
"You make me the happiest I've been in a long, long time. You're my best friend, dream karaoke buddy, partner in crime, and the absolute love of my life. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"
"Baby... of course I will."
I couldn't help the tears that started to fall as Rooster stood, catching me as I fell into his arms. I held him tight and kissed him hard, and we lost ourselves in each other for a few moments before the happy congratulations of our family brought us back to reality.
"So, do I get to be in the wedding?" asked Amelia with a grin as Rooster carefully slipped the ring on my finger. I leaned into him as I smiled back at Amelia.
"Absolutely you do. Despite the fact that you made me run frantically across the beach in a near-panic right before my proposal, I'd be honored to have you as one of my bridesmaids."
She absolutely beamed back at me, a very similar expression on Penny's face behind her. Rooster tugged me in tight to him as Maverick clapped him on the back on the other side, and I felt an absolutely beautiful sense of peace looking around at the people I loved so much.
I couldn't wait to spend the rest of my life just like this.
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"...and do you, Y/N Y/L/N, take Bradley Bradshaw to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"Absolutely I do."
"Then I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now ki-"
Rooster was way ahead. He swept me into a dip and kissed me, both of us smiling into it. Our friends and family cheered, and we stayed like that for a minute before finally straightening up.
Rooster and I held our joined hands up in the air in victory, and I laughed happily as I leaned into him. We'd both been smiling non-stop since this morning, and neither of us showed any signs of stopping soon. We strutted out of the church together to the applause of all our guests, then climbed into the car waiting to take us to our reception.
When we got into the back and the door closed behind us, I couldn't help letting out a little sigh at the temporary peace and quiet it gave us.
"I love you so much, Bradley," I said, leaning my head on his chest and resting a hand on his thigh. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and held me close, placing a soft kiss to my forehead.
"And I love you so, so much Mrs. Bradshaw."
I hummed. "I don't think I'm ever going to get tired of hearing that."
"I sure hope not."
I chuckled, half-heartedly hitting Bradley in the chest. We spent the rest of the ride recharging together, and basking in the glow of being newly, officially married.
Married.
By the time the car got to the reception venue and the wedding party got done taking photos, the festivities were already in full swing. Rooster and I strutted in when the time came for our big entrance, then took the floor for our first dance to none other than Great Balls of Fire. We hadn't choreographed it, and we were laughing so hard that half the dance was us leaning on each other just trying to stay standing, but I wouldn't have had it any other way.
After the traditional first dance, it was time for our new tradition. Our first karaoke as a married couple.
"You wanna be Kiki Dee or Elton John?" I asked as we took the stage and grabbed the two waiting microphones. We'd sung this song at karaoke plenty of times since the first one when we'd met, but it never failed to make my heart beat faster and put a smile on my face.
"Dealer's choice, sweetheart. Although I think we figured out pretty early that my voice is a little better suited to Elton's voice."
"Yeah, good point. You need to be way more drunk to make Kiki Dee's part sound good."
"Maybe a little later in the evening, then."
We shared a smile, then the music started and we faced our waiting friends and family. The past few years with Rooster had been the absolute best of my life, and I couldn't wait to spend every other moment with him, just like this.
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peanutpinet · 10 months
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Safe with Me - CEO Jung Jaehyun x worker fem reader
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A/N: this is basically a journal story of me trying to let out my own anger and frustration that has been happening at work; specifically towards a certain human being :))
To those who are facing a similar struggle, I hope that you are still taking care of yourself first and foremost. And it's okay to be angry because it's just a part of your emotions and who you are
To the quiet ones who feel they don't have a voice, this one is for you
Warnings: toxic working environment, toxic higher-up/supervisor, cursing, strong language, illegal activities, degrading (not in a sexual content)
Summary: you were just a fresh graduate that has finally gotten their first full-time job but as time went on, you slowly realised how toxic the working environment and supervisor are that you started to apply elsewhere but the universe heard your cry and brought you to your personal place of comfort and safety.
[08:14 am] - “Shit, I completely forgot to bring my wallet. Is it possible to just send it to my office?” you heard a man that sounded in his late 20s asked
Looking back at the line that you were just in, you saw a man that looked the way he sounded. Like he was in his mid to late 20s, wearing a white sweater with black suit pants and a coat. His hair was styled down, bangs were framing his face, accenting the strong features of his face like his high cheekbones, sharp jawline and eyebrows.
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You didn’t mean to eavesdrop but when the worker said that their system was currently down and not accepting any kind of online purchasement, you somehow headed back and handed some of your remaining cash to the cashier.
“How much for the coffee? I have some spare. Let me pay” you stated, shocking the man that was just about to turn away
“W-wait, you don’t have to pay for my coffee” the man spoke, about to stop you but you handed the cash anyways, paying for the man’s coffee
Now up close, you finally got a closer look at the man’s features. How he was much taller than you were despite he wasn’t wearing any shoes that heightened his height that much and how his features were sharp yet soft at the same time. His eyes were rather filled with uncertainty but you smiled at him and told him that it was fine.
“It’s fine, really. Don’t worry about it. I know some people need their caffeine to get through the day” you smiled back, bowing as you heard your name being called out
“Oh, that’s my order, I’ll be going now. Enjoy your coffee, sir” you replied again and headed to get your own order before sitting down at the cafe, starting your day of job hunting
Though he didn’t get to say his thanks, a smile pop up on Jaehyun’s face when you offered to pay for him. Jaehyun was surprised but pleased to see that there were still people who were genuinely nice and helpful. Though he thought that you must’ve recognized him as one of the top CEO’s in the country, he was shocked at your polite but genuine behaviour.
Smiling, Jaehyun took his coffee but as he did, he managed to catch a glance of you sitting by the corner and on your laptop. Though he isn’t the stalker type of person, Jaehyun wanted to repay you in some way. Jaehyun asked the barista if you were a regular here and they mentioned that you would always come by every morning at around 7.30 am.
Shocked at how you were already at a cafe this early in the morning, Jaehyun asked if the barista knew your name and if you were working or not. Another barista came by and mentioned your name to him whilst telling him that you were working in a beauty company. Thanking the barista, Jaehyun took a candid picture of you before sending it to his trusted IT (ehem, hacker, ehem), Jungwoo to find out more about you.
As for you, after your short encounter with Jaehyun, you went to the small corner of the room to start your day off by applying for jobs. The truth was that even though you currently work a 9-6 and have a somewhat stable income, the workload was getting too much and the pay just doesn’t add up with the workload you have on your plate.
You weren’t one to be snobby and ask for more because you know the privilege of having a job and stable income amidst of the highly competitive industry. But let’s be real, you need money to survive while still being able to save up for the future. So, that’s how you started to apply for new jobs in your 10th month of working for the company.
Once you saw that the clock was reaching 8.30, you knew that it was time for you to head out and go to your office. You went through your day like usual up until around 3 pm when one of your workmates pointed out to check your email. When you all opened each of your work emails, the room was instantly filled with sighs as your ‘useless’ supervisor set a sudden meeting for Friday morning regarding a potential business collaboration with the number one e-commerce of the country, Neo Commerce Tech.
Sighing, you immediately put that meeting in your planners so you wouldn’t forget and start drafting the presentation of the brand that you were managing so that you won’t have to worry later on.
Lucky enough, time passed by faster and it was finally time for you to head back. You bid your workmates goodbye as you went down and into your car. You stopped by at the mall nearby to meet up with your friends and have dinner after not seeing them in several months.
Arriving at the mall, you and your friends promised to meet for some Korean dinner which you went to the restaurant to book a seat first. Whilst waiting for your friends, you decided to scroll through your phone and apply for other potential jobs that interest you. As you were doing so, a familiar deep voice soothes your eardrums.
“Looks like we meet again” the deep voice was welcomed in your ear, making you look up from your phone and met those soft dark brown eyes that you saw this morning
“H-hi. Yes, looks like we meet again” you replied, putting your phone down and was about to stand up to bow at the man but he took his hand out, signalling you that you didn’t have to, making you sit back down
“Job hunting?” the man asked. “Huh? Oh, well, sort of. Was thinking that I need a change of environment” you replied as you motioned the man to sit which he did
“What kind of job are you looking for?” the man asked
“Oh, me? Well, I’m more of a writer kind of person but my current job somewhat forced me to get into marketing so I guess somewhere around there. But honestly, for me, I just want a job where I enjoy, have a decent pay that can provide me more than enough to live for the month whilst still having more to save up but also have a work-life balance because honestly, I don’t feel that with my current job. Even if it was in an industry that I’m quite passionate about” you rambled on
“Is it alright if I ask further on why you don’t have that work-life balance? Or are you waiting for someone?” the man asked, catching you off guard
“W-well, I’m just waiting for my friends but it appears that they’re running late. H-how about you, sir? Are you waiting for someone as well?” you asked
“Jaehyun. You can just call me Jae. You don’t look like you’re that far in age compared to me. And yes, I too am waiting for my colleagues but it looks like they’re running late as well” Jaehyun stated, making your cheeks flush a bit
Right then, you told Jaehyun about your current situation in your company. About how you and your workmates are all currently suffering because of the messed up system at the company that made all of you have to do like 5 people’s jobs but under 1 contract and only 1 person’s payment (#storyofmylife). Hearing your story, Jaehyun was rather pissed at your company for not creating a concrete system first and foremost before moving forward and how they have basically useless supervisors that the juniors had to be independent and have this much of a burden for their level.
“How long is your notice period?” Jaehyun asked, catching you off-guard once more. “S-sorry?! My notice period?” you asked back, making Jaehyun chuckle
“Yes. Your notice period. I might know a job for you that’s more than willing to pay you more” Jaehyun stated, definitely getting your interest
“Well, I’d say 2 months. 1 month for the company and another for myself because in all honesty, my current job really took a toll on my mental health” you admitted, making Jaehyun smile because he adored your honesty
“Alright, give me your number and I’ll let my friend know to hit you up” Jaehyun stated, handing you his phone
Though you were reluctant at first, Jaehyun nudged you. “Trust me, I’m not here to take you into some dark company or anything illegal. I promise. Plus, you don’t have to accept directly. I just want to help you. I mean, I haven’t gotten to repay you from this morning” Jaehyun reassured you
“Oh, you really don’t have to. Anyone with a decent understanding would do the same thing” you replied as you key in your number in Jaehyun’s phone, returning it to him
“Trust me. Not everyone is as kind or caring as you are, peach” Jaehyun complimented as he stood up from his seat. “My colleagues are here. I’ll have my friend contact you again. Have a great dinner” Jaehyun stated, giving you a slight wink before taking is leave right at the same time when your friends finally came
Throughout dinner, you just tried to get your mind off of work and had a catch-up with your friends which was very well-needed. But as it was getting late, you and your friends decided to head back; it didn’t help that you were still living under your parents and still had curfew. You and your friends made your way to the cashier and was about to pay but the staff told you that your table was already paid by the man that was in the VIP room.
Right when you were about to ask who was the man, you saw the staff pointing towards the VIP room and saw Jaehyun coming out with 2 of his colleagues. Jaehyun too saw you and gave you a soft smile that showcased his dimples wide and clear before giving you a slight wave, bidding your stunned self goodbye.
A few days since that day has passed and just as Jaehyun told you, a friend of his called Doyoung had interviewed you the day after you first met Jaehyun. The day after the interview, Doyoung sent you an offer letter regarding the position for the new job along with the contract for you to review first and ask if there was anything that you were unsure of. Along with the documents, Doyoung stated that you don’t have to rush to fill the position so you can have your 2-month notice.
Ecstatic, you texted Jaehyun about the offer from his friend which he congratulated you and reassured you that he only provide some recommendations and he didn’t force his friend to choose you or anything. Jaehyun also suggested that you write and hand in your resignation letter as soon as possible so that you can confirm with Doyoung.
That night, Jaehyun decided to call you to reassure you about the job and answer any questions that he could answer. Plus, Jaehyun was the one to help you write your resignation letter since this is your first time resigning from a full-time job. After much back and forth, you were finally finished with your resignation letter. Seeing the time, you apologised to Jaehyun for keeping him up late.
“No worries, peach. I don’t typically sleep early either. I normally sleep quite late anyways. But I figure that you would want to sleep early since you have work tomorrow” Jaehyun replied, his voice somehow getting deeper after each sentence, calming your nerves since you were going to hand in your resignation letter
“You should still sleep earlier, Jae. But thank you, for helping me find a new job and even write this resignation letter. I’m nervous about tomorrow. Especially since there’s an important meeting and later on I’ll have to hand in my resignation but I dunno, I’m also excited to go on this new journey. Thank you, Jaehyun. Really. I don’t know how to repay you” you replied, laying down, slowly getting sleepy
“You getting out of that shithole is rewarding enough. And knowing that you’ll be working with my friend means I know that you’re in good hands. Also, I’m sure we’ll see each other again soon. Until then, take care of yourself. That’s all I ask of you. Good night, peach” Jaehyun replied back softly, ending the call
Eventually, Friday finally rolled around. You were nervous to hand in your resignation but you eventually did it right during lunch so that everyone won’t pay that much attention. When you hand in your resignation, to say your supervisors were surprised was an understatement. Their reactions appeared as if they did not expect you to resign when nearing your 1st year in the company.
Despite handing in your resignation and even telling them about getting an offer letter, your supervisors were not willing to proceed with it and insist that you stay for another 6 months at the very least. Not wanting to debate any further, your supervisors mentioned about the meeting that you all had and said that they’ll talk about this situation further after the meeting is over.
Sighing, you have no other choice but to agree. You and your workmates then grabbed your things and headed for the meeting room. Seating down, you all talked amongst yourselves; some of your friends asked you how handing your resignation went. Before you could answer your friends, the door to the meeting room opened and well, shock might as well be the most overused word in your dictionary because the man that walked through the door was Jaehyun along with 2 of his friends.
The 3 of them then sat down with Jaehyun literally right across from where you were seated. Nervous, you decided to avoid Jaehyun’s gaze since you could feel him watching your every movement. Luckily enough, your supervisors saved you from any sort of embarrassment and started the meeting.
Your supervisors started the meeting by opening up about the company as a whole before letting each of you and your workmates continue presenting the brands that each of you was managing. As you were all done presenting, Jaehyun and his two friends just sigh; indicating that they were either bored or fairly not interested. The atmosphere was tense until Jaehyun was the one that speak up.
“Thank you for the presentation. If you may, send my team your presentation and I’ll personally review it before making my final decision” Jaehyun spoke up
“Of course. I’ll share the file with you as soon as…” your male supervisor spoke up but Jaehyun cuts him off
“I meant the brand managers. I’d like to review each of their presentations. You can just send me the key points that you presented” Jaehyun stated, making the rest of us snicker but we did as we were told; especially when one of Jaehyun’s colleagues, Jungwoo, told us the email we should send our presentations to
After you’ve all sent your presentations, Jaehyun concluded that the meeting was over but he had to talk with the higher-ups so he allowed the rest of us to be excused. One by one, my workmates tidied their things and excused themselves; not forgetting to thank Jaehyun and the others for coming.
As you were about to leave, Jaehyun called your name. Shocking you but more so your supervisors because they were wondering why Jaehyun called you specifically but not your other workmates as well.
“Y-yes?” you stuttered, turning around and finally meeting Jaehyun’s own gaze that was softer compared to during the entirety of the meeting
“Sit down. I think there are things we need to discuss, don’t we?” Jaehyun stated, patting the seat next to him as you compiled and sat back down, this time next to him
“Have you handed in your resignation?” Jaehyun asked bluntly, making your eyeballs bulge while your supervisors look between you and Jaehyun
“J-jaehyun, w-what are you doing? Why are you asking this now and here of all places?” you whispered to him while Jaehyun just smiled and look at your supervisors, his stern gaze was back
“Did you receive her resignation?” Jaehyun asked your supervisors, neglecting what you just whispered to him
“H-how did you know? Since did you both know each other?” your supervisor questioned back, avoiding the question Jaehyun pointed out
“I know because it was me that helped her write that letter since she had already been accepted under my company” Jaehyun pointed out bluntly, making your heart just drop down to your stomach
“J-jaehyun!” you exclaimed, grabbing Jaehyun’s arm that diverted everyone’s attention
“Sorry I didn’t tell you about it, peach. But I assure you that you got the job with your own skills and abilities” Jaehyun reassured you, taking your hand and holding it in his
“She got the job with her skill or charmed her way with you that she got the job?” one of your supervisors’ pointed out
“I think I should be the one questioning you about that since judging from your presentation, you barely could present it. Not to mention that I’m willing to bet that you don’t even know the brands that well. Also, the fact that your brand managers are doing 5 other people’s job but you only pay them the bare minimum? Not even the bare minimum. You pay them slightly under the minimum wage because their wage is still gross and you cut it to pay their taxes when they should receive a net wage” Jaehyun scoffed, his tone was mocking your supervisor
“If anything, you’re the one that should be questioned on how you got your position considering that you have no background nor interest in the beauty industry. Your English is very much rubbish for someone who claims that they've worked in Australia. You don’t even have any background in retail at all. You graduated with a design degree which doesn’t really justify your lack of design taste or how you layout your presentation. So, how is it that someone with those sets of skills becomes a manager for a beauty company?” Jaehyun stated, shocking you with all the information he found regarding your supervisor
“At least I have the experience. What about her? You’ve never worked with her so how are you able to recommend her for your company? The only thing possible is her charming you or even…” your supervisor scoffed but Jaehyun stopped him from talking any further
“If you dare to continue your sentence, I might actually do something that might cause you more than just your career” Jaehyun threatened
“Jae…He’s still technically my supervisor” you whispered again
“Some shitty supervisor he is, that’s for sure. Sorry, I got lost track. As I was saying. You’ve all received her resignation letter, right? If you haven’t, then you’re pretending to not know” Jaehyun stated. Hearing his statement, you instantly tugged his hand, somewhat pulling his senses back
“What I’m trying to say is. Regardless of your rule that she has to provide you with a one-month notice so that you would have time to find a new replacement. I, however, am not fond of the idea that you now know that I know her during her last month. So, I’m here to give you some options. Option number 1, she still does her final month with you but completely online. Meaning, she is not obligated to go into the office and if you were to need to meet her, I’d suggest you to meet her outside of the office. Or, option number 2, you let her go immediately and I’ll gladly pay the compensation for her sudden departure” Jaehyun mentioned casually, surprising both you and your supervisors
“Hey, (Y/N). Do you really think that his company will be better compared to us? Why don’t you think about it for a second? Don’t you like this industry? And didn’t you learn so much in a short period of time?” your supervisor taunted, annoying you for the nth time throughout your almost first year
“For the first time in my almost one year here, I’d have to agree. Sure, companies out there might not be better or some might be just the same. But one thing for sure, at least when I jump companies, they’re willing to pay me more rather than being ‘loyal’ to this company that doesn’t even compensate when we work overtime on a workday” you started, your tone clearly annoyed. “Oh, and yes, I did learn quite a lot. I learn that having a skillless, cheap, highly ego supervisor is the same as not having a supervisor at all. But hey, at least I learn so many more skills, right?” you taunted back, making Jaehyun and his friends chuckle
“To answer your question, Mr Jeong, we’ll go with the first option. Her sudden departure will create sudden chaos so we will need her to complete one more month while we find her replacement” your boss replied
“B-but, sir?!” your supervisor was going to argue. “Enough. What Mr Jeong said wasn’t entirely wrong. You weren’t so much of a supervisor to the juniors that they had to be independent to do their job. Even your job, I wouldn’t consider it reaching my expectations” your boss replied back
“Good. I’m glad to know that you’re more considerate than your subordinate. Oh and, the least you could do is pay her fully for the next month. Consider it compensation for all that she has done by managing 2-3 of your brands. Then I might consider the proposal” Jaehyun replied back, nudging you to stand
“If there is nothing more that you would want to discuss with me or (y/n), I’ll be borrowing (y/n) for the rest of the day” Jaehyun added on and your boss allowed Jaehyun to take you with him
Because Jaehyun was waiting for you, you had to pack up quickly without being able to update your workmates much about your sudden departure during the midday of work. As you were heading out, you accidentally bumped into your salty supervisor who was moreover still salty about what just happened.
“And here I thought that you were the quiet and reserved kind of person that just moves on with your own life. Who knew that you turned out to be such a whore when you’re outside of the office. Charming handsome rich men into helping you with whatever it is you want or need” your supervisor commented, triggering you with the harsh comment
“You know, I pity you. You think so highly of yourself when in fact you’re nothing but just a highly egocentric person that takes credit from everyone that did the work. You can say whatever you want about me or someone else but it doesn’t change the fact on who you are as a person. How sad and pathetic you’re living your life always degrading others. Maybe that’s why you’re so short” you commented back, letting out the frustration and anger that have been building up for a long time
Before your supervisor could say or do anything, Jaehyun came up to see what was taking you long and when he saw your supervisor again, Jaehyun made a mental note to himself to ask Johnny to find your supervisor later on. “I thought there wasn’t anything else that you were going to discuss with (y/n)?” Jaehyun asked, raising his eyebrow as he got closer to the two of you
“Just some last discussion about her final month and what should she prioritize more” your supervisor countered but Jaehyun was much taller and hovering over him
“You can email her about that. (Y/N), we should be going soon. I have another meeting with another beauty company and I’d like you to be there with me and let me in on your thoughts since you’ll be our brand executive” Jaehyun stated, lacing your fingers with him, softly pulling you away from your supervisor
“Yes, of course. We should hurry and go now. Goodbye, sir. Do email me regarding your concerns for my final month. If you have any, that is” you replied, not even batting an eye at your supervisor as both you and Jaehyun left your supervisor and the office into his car
In front of his car, Jaehyun being the gentleman he is, opened the door and ensured you go into the room first which you did and Jaehyun quickly followed in and sat right next to you. Neither of you spoke a word until the car was out of your office’s area.
“I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you about my job or even my position. Or the fact that I was the CEO that you and your team would be meeting today. I wanted to know more about you and your work by myself. I also wanted to know if your supervisor was truly what you told me about. I did my own research about him and that’s why I was even more frustrated with the way he presented. As if he was the one that know it all when in fact, he can’t speak to save that presentation or himself. But I’m not sorry that I say all those things about him cause he fucking deserved to be put in his place” Jaehyun stated, letting out a big sigh
“I feel a bit betrayed that you didn’t trust me enough to tell me more about you but I can get your perspective and I respect it. But I was more so scared about how my supervisors will perceive me when they know that you and I know each other. But hey, at least because of this, I managed to speak up. But still, a heads up would be nice, you know” you argued, puffing up your cheeks, making Jaehyun chuckle
“I’m sorry, alright? I’ll make sure to give you a heads-up next time. But then again, you’ll be working under me very soon and I trust that you’ll be able to do your job well so I don’t think I need to give you a heads-up anymore. You’ll be stuck with me 24/7 anyways” Jaehyun replied, grabbing your hands in his
“Bold of you to assume that I would want to work 24/7” you scoffed, wanting to pull away but Jaehyun gripped your hand tighter
“Unlike those heartless higher-ups, I pay my staff whenever they work overtime. Of course, if they need to work overtime. Otherwise, I would make sure that everyone goes home exactly on time. Everyone has a life outside of work. You including. But I would also pay you more just to spend time with me” Jaehyun bluntly stated, making your cheeks heat up
“Do you do this with all your staff because if so, I’m not interested. I’m not a money digger” you scoffed, pulling away with much more force but instead, Jaehyun yanked you so that you nearly fell but he instantly caught you and made you sit on his lap
“What I meant to say was if you would do me the honour of going out on a date with me because you’re a special girl, peach. I won’t lie. You intrigue me so much that I want to get to know you so much more because if I don’t then someone else will do it first and I don’t want that. You’re too precious and deserve so much more. Deserve to be treated with the utmost respect. I promise you that even though I make mistakes as well, you’re safe with me and that I will treat you with the respect and love you deserve. Give me a chance, peach?” Jaehyun pleaded, almost begging since his eyes were much softer
“Alright. Stop with those soft eyes. You look like you’re going to cry at any moment. Just promise me that you would communicate with me for anything. Work, family or even your feelings. And just respect my space whenever I need it” you requested, making Jaehyun smile again, his dimples also giving the illusion that its smiling
“I will. As long as you communicate with me too. And while you’re working under my company, you’re not working directly under me so we won’t really clash with each other. But if there’s anything, just let me know alright? Also, we’re going on that date right now. I was just joking about having a sudden meeting just as an excuse for your useless supervisor which reminds me. What did he do or say to you?” Jaehyun asked, his hand finding their way on your waist
“Nothing that important. Don’t worry, he didn’t do anything. Promise. Don’t waste your time on someone that is a nuisance and only becoming a burden for others” you reassured him, rubbing his shoulders to lose some tension
“If you say so, peach. I’ll try not to think about it. But I’m serious. If any of your supervisors or higher-ups text, email, communicate or threaten you in any sort of way, let me know. I don’t want you to have to think about them anymore” Jaehyun reminded, making you smile and pecked his cheek
“I will. Don’t worry about it. Thank you, Jae. Really” you replied and for the first time in your life, you finally found comfort and safety
Bonus Part - Jaehyun’s POV
After that day, (y/n) has been finishing her work at her previous company before taking a one-month break then working at my company. Ever since that day, I’ve also been keeping a close eye on her supervisors and higher-up to make sure that they wouldn’t cross the line that we’ve already agreed.
But of course, that idiotic, useless supervisor had to test my patience again because he has been nothing but a toxic root in that company. Still pestering (y/n) regarding her job and always so persistent but all his talks make no sense and he’s just making an embarrassment for himself.
Well, no matter. After I’m done with him, there might be more sense in him. And if he still hasn’t gotten any sense then might as well just sell his organs to others that need it more compared to him because for sure all he does is talk pointless things with no call to action.
“Jeong Jaehyun. Care to explain why you rented a wholeass abandoned factory in the middle of nowhere?” Taeyong exclaimed, barging into my office
“Relax. I just need a quiet place to let out my anger and frustration” I bluntly stated, signing the last of the documents that I needed to sign
“Yo, Jae, I got the guy already. He’s right by the waiting room and getting some snacks” Yuta stated bluntly
“Guy? What guy? Jaehyun…what did you do?” Taeyong questioned
“Nothing much. Like I said. Just wanted to let out my anger and frustration. The documents for the collaboration with NCT are already done on my table. Let me know if there is anything else. Now, if you excuse me, I have other business to attend” I stated, patting Taeyong’s shoulder as I walked past him
“Mr. Jeong. Hello. I guess you want collaborate? We discuss further?” (y/n)’s supervisor stated
“Yes, I’d like to discuss further but elsewhere. You wouldn’t want your boss to know that you’re going behind his back and coming here on your own, now would you?” I replied, showcasing my annoyed smile as I directed him outside and into the car
Throughout the car ride, (y/n)’s supervisor just babbled all the way, making everyone’s head hurts throughout the entire ride that Yuta eventually had to shut him up by headlocking his head, cutting the airflow and eventually making him pass out.
“Well, that’s one way to shut him up” Johnny snickered while eye-roll
Arriving at the abandoned factory, Yuta immediately took the idiotic supervisor and chained him on the chair while Johnny prepared all the toys we were going to play with while I took off my suit and changed into my leather jacket right as that useless man finally woke up and of course, he just started to complain.
“W-what the hell?! You can’t do this?! I call the police” the brainless man stated while the rest of us just chuckled
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“I’d like to see you try. Let’s be real. You’re nothing if you didn’t have connections to your current boss. You’re just a walking highly egocentric man. No wonder you’re so short since you have a very high ego. Oh well. Even if you were gone from that company, I doubt anyone would miss you” I stated, contemplating between using a scalpel to skin him alive or a bat to beat some senses into him
“She’s probably just using you. She always seems like a seeking attention whore” he mentioned, making me stab the scalpel right on his thigh. “I thought I’ve warned you before. If you finished your sentence, I’d do something that would cause more than your career” I threatened, leaving the blade in his thigh and I went to grab another one
Circling around like a prey towards their predator, a smirk formed on my lips as I saw how his body was starting to shake whenever I asked him any information regarding the brands his juniors were handling. Because, with every wrong answer, I would lightly scar any parts of his body with the new clean blade as if my blade was the canvas while his body and blood were the paint. Clearly, his body was trembling at this point since he had all the wrong answers. Well, it wasn’t until I placed the blade under his chin while yanking his hair back did I stop the scaring.
“Had enough?” I asked but all that came out of his mouth is just whimpers. Music to my ears.
“Well. Don’t worry. I only have one more thing that I want to carve. And once I’m finished. Maybe then we’ll finally have some progress. Let’s see how well you’ll behave without that big pointless mouth of yours” I smirked, scoring my blade from the end of his side jaw, over his mouth and towards the other end
A/N: again, to those who are struggling, please take care of yourself first because your health (be it physical or mental) are more important than any work. And if you feel you're being pushed to work OT, don't (unless they pay you). Remember that you have a life outside of your work and also, loyalty to a company gets you nowhere :)) stay safe and happy xoxo vinet
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specialagentlokitty · 3 months
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Patrick Jane x reader - support
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hiii!! could u write about reader and Patrick Jane? Where reader is dealing with personal issues and she’s stressed about it. Then her and Patrick are working on a case and is questioning a suspect then the suspect insults her and it makes her mad and she almost hits him and Patrick pulls her away and questions why she almost hit him and then she tells him why. I hope that made sense and thank you! - Anon💜
Dropping the file on the desk you sat down, running a hand down your face.
“Don’t even think about it Jane I’m not in the mood.” You said lowly.
He raised his hands, grinning a little as he sat down on the edge of your desk.
“No trouble this time I promise, Lisbon has a suspect for you. Given the suspects aversion to law enforcement and your patience and calmness we think you can get him to open up.”
“Is he here now?”
“Yup, just waiting, let’s go.”
Jane held his hand out to you with a charming smile and you took it so you could stand up.
Letting go you looked around the office before you gestured towards someone else’s desk.
“Grab their badge.”
“Now I could be wrong (Y/N), but I’m pretty sure taking an agents badge is just a tiny bit illegal.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Just go get it.”
With that, you walked away, heading to the interrogation room and you headed to the room next to it to begin watching your suspect.
Overall he wasn’t an impressive man, balding, he was small, didn’t seem very muscular to have done the damage to your victim but looks could be deceiving.
A minute later Jane came back.
“So, why do I need the badge?” He asked.
“The suspect hasn’t seen you yet, you’ve been here with me all day. Since he hates law enforcement it’s going to piss him off when he sees that there’s two of us in there.”
“Well that part I gathered, but I could’ve done that without it.”
“You don’t look like a cop that’s the issue, so just flash the badge then put it away he doesn’t need to see it.”
Jane nodded his head, and he opened the door, gesturing for you to go first and you did, entering the room.
You said nothing as you sat down and you studied the suspect for a moment.
“Is it fun for you to chase people around wielding a shotgun?” Jane asked.
The suspect scoffed.
“Stop wasting my time.”
“Well, you’re our top suspect, your shotgun matches the one we’re looking for and I’m sure if I get a warrant we’ll find it’s recently been fired.” You said.
The suspect snapped his eyes to you and narrowed them a little.
“What the hell are you?”
“Agent (L/N).”
“So, what are you his assistant or something?”
“Actually I’m her assistant.” Jane said.
The suspect looked between you two and Jane gestured for you to get up and follow him so you did.
He took you to the other side of the room, and he glanced at the suspect before turning to you.
“He has no respect for women..” he whispered.
“Clearly, that might work in our favour…”
Jane furrowed his brows a little bit.
“Take control of the interview he’s more likely to respond to you..”
“Right, okay.” He said.
Jane went back to the table and you followed sitting down.
You didn’t say much, you let Jane ask the questions and if he was stuck you would ask something and he’d repeat it to get an answer.
It was going well until the suspect turned his attention to you after checking his watch.
“Shouldn’t you be getting home, your husband won’t make his own dinner or fetch his own beer.”
“Excuse me?”
“Run along bitch, only men belong here.”
You stood up, and so did the suspect.
Jane quickly stood looking between the pair of you, he was really sure what to do.
“Have some respect.” Jane warned.
“I won’t respect someone like that.”
You had enough, you were angry as it was, and you stormed around the table.
You just saw red and you swung your fist, connecting with someone and you heard a thud of someone hitting the wall.
“Jeez, one hell of a punch…” Jane mumbled.
Your eyes shot open and you stared at your coworker.
Jane walked over, placing his free hand on your elbow, his other hand holding his nose.
“Let’s take a few…” he mumbled out.
He led you out of the room and he took you back to his desk before holding up a hand and vanishing.
You passed on the interview on to Rigsby and you went home for the day.
It wasn’t a good idea for you to be there and you needed to calm down, so you went home and got a shower before changing into some comfortable clothes and ordering food.
Sitting on the couch, you buried your head in your hands taking a few deep breaths to try and calm yourself and compose your emotions.
You heard your door open and closed and you slowly reached for you gun.
“Don’t shoot it’s me!”
Sighing, you set it back down.
“In here!” You called back.
Jane walked through and he pushed your stuff out the way to sit on the table in front of you.
“So, what happened in there? You’ve never once lost your temper like that before.” Jane said.
You sighed, leaning back on the couch and you looked at him. You could see the blood on his shirt, and the blooming bruise around his nose along with a small cut.
“I’m so sorry I hit you…”
“You weren’t aiming for me I got in the way, you can really throw a punch it’s amazing. But doesn’t answer my question.”
“I… I have some personal stuff going on..”
Jane got up, and he sat next to you.
“Let’s talk about it.”
You looked at him, and he gave you a warm smile and you sighed.
You explained everything to him that was going on and he held your hand as you did.
When you were done you cleared your throat and stood up, gesturing to his shirt.
“I’ll get that out I have a spare sweater hold on.”
You disappeared and Jane said nothing about it.
He didn’t want to pressure you about anything else and he knew your distraction was to find things to do, so he changed into the sweater and let you clean his shirt.
But he decided he was going to keep an eye on you because you needed the support and you wouldn’t ask for it
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Haizaki should fold me in half but like fold my legs up :33
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The sharp sound of skin slapping skin echoed in the empty bathroom. You buried your head crook of Haizakis neck to muffle your moans, your arms tightening around Haizakis neck as your hands grip onto his hair (locks?). The mucles in your inner thighs burn, but the feeling of Haizaki plowing inside you override your senses. You could feel the cold wall against your back, the feeling of your shirt lifiting up with each thrust. Haizakis nails dug into the soft skin of your ass.
Haizaki was unpredictable. Most people feared his mood swings, his sudden outburts of violence - but the thing that concerned you the most was his labido. You didn't know if he would pull you aside to talk to you or to fuck you. Public sex was a particular favourite of his - and you has a suspecion that the illegal aspect of was what got him off the most, but he swore up and down that he couldn't help himself when you looked so good.
You found yoursef in the furtherest stall in the mens bathroom, pressed agaisnt the wall as you he hungerly kissed you. You fumbled with his belt, trying to take it off as you reciprocated his hungry kiss. He pulled your pants down effortlessly, pulling down your panties wirh ease. In seconds you found yourself turned aorund, your ass exposed to him. You heard him spit before feeling the tip of his dick at your entrance. He pushed it in with the groan, pressing his body weight against you. His arm warpped around you and grabbed your wasit, pullling you closer. Too lost in the moment, you failed to pick up on his groaning.
"Fuck.." he said as he pressed againt you more, lining you up with the wall. "I need to feel you,"
In a heart beat he pulled out, much to your confusion. You turned around to see if he was okay - wondeirng if he was finished so quick. You turned your head around, only to be met by a kiss. He kissed you eagerly, biting your lip, his tongue darting inside yours. You turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. You felt him begin to kneel down, kissing down your clothed troso until he reached your cunt. He licked your clit, your hands going down and grabbing his head as a reaction. Your bit your lip, trying to keep the noises to a minimum when you felt him tongue begin to toy with your clit, swriling and flicking it as his hands went down your legs and began to lift up your leg, taking yout foot out of your pants and panties. You felt the restriction become undone and lifted your leg slightly. You let out a groan when you felt the warmst of his tongue leave your clit, looking down at him. You felt his arms snake behind your thighs, his hands firmly grabbing your ass and before you could react your felt yourself getting hoisted up. You let out a little yelp at the sudden feeling, only to be silenced by Haizaki kissing you.
You felt him line himself up, before his hips thrusted up. He pressed you agasint the wall, putting his weight on your chest as he burined his head in your neck. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. The jangle of your belt moving as he dangled from your jeans off one of your legs filled the bathroom along with both of yours heavy breathing. He bit down on your shoulder, fucking you like a man starved. The angle made the tip of his dick hit yoru cervix, the somewhat uncomfortable feeling being dronwed out by the his dick rubbing against your g-spot the feeling of his exposed skin rubbing agasint your clit. Your hands gripped his hair, your eyes screwed shut. You pressed your lips together, trying to muffle your cries.
"Im gonna- fuck im coming-"
He pulled out, groaning as cum oozed out of his dick and onto your pussy, and his torso. The cum dripped down his lenght and onto the floor.
"You-" you said inbetween huffs, trying to catch your breath. "I didn't cum," i chuckled.
"my bad," he panted back. "It felt so good i couldn't control it-"
"Round two?"
"Do you see how hard i came? Give me an hour," he said as he placed you back down. Your legs barely had any life in them as you felt your body weight shift onto him.
Haizaki reached over for the toilet paper dispenser, pulling out a hand full before cleaning his cum off you then him. Throwing the toilet paper in the toilet, he truned back to you. He eyed you down before smirking.
"C'mere princess," he said as he grabbed your waist and pulled you close. "Cum on my fingers,"
You let out a hitched breath when you felt his fingers go into you.
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the-masculine-alpha · 9 months
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Alpha Soldier Under Control
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“So, soldier. Do you know why you’re here?”
“No, sir. I don’t. I was at home when two MP’s came by my lodgings on base and told me to come with them. They brought me here, sir. I don’t know what’s going on.”
“Well, let me explain things to you, boy. Earlier today, the base commander authorized a search of these facilities to ascertain whether there were any illegal drugs here. A trained canine officer conducted it and his dog went ape-shit when he came to one locker - your locker, boy. And when that locker was opened he found a 6-ounce bag of weed - in your work-out bag, boy. And that’s why you’re here, soldier. How do you explain the marijuana in your locker, boy?”
“Sir, I’m shocked. I can’t explain it. There’s got to be some mistake. I don’t do drugs, sir. Ever. I don’t even drink. I’m committed to a totally healthy life-style. That’s why I spend so much time in the gym, sir. That’s why I work-out so hard, sir.”
“Yes, I can see that, boy. You do appear to have a nicely developed body underneath that shirt. But, just to be sure, boy, why don’t you take it off?”
“Sir?”
“You heard me, boy, take off your shirt. I want to see those muscles for myself.“
“Sir….sir, I’m a married man. I have two kids, sir. I don’t know what you think, but I’m…I’m not into anything with….another dude. Sir.”
“Boy, I’m a married man, too. And I’ve got you beat - I’ve got three kids. And, I’m ordering you to take off your shirt…And while you’re at it, take off you pants, too. Take it all often. Everything. I want you naked, boy. Now.”
“No, sir. With due respect, sir, I’m not going to do that. I’m not going to strip down for you, sir. You can’t make me do something like that, sir.”
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“You’re right, boy. I can’t make you strip down. But what I can do, boy, is okay the investigator’s report and initiate a court-martial which will result in your dismissal from the military with a bad conduct discharge. And you know what that will do, boy, to your future prospects. You’ll be left without a place to live, without health care or any of the other goodies you get for being in the military, with a wife and two kids to support and a job flipping burgers for the rest of your life - if you’re lucky. That’s what I can do, boy. And that’s what I will do, boy, if you don’t strip down right now.”
“Sir, those aren’t my drugs. Honestly, sir, they’re not. I have no idea how they got into my locker. It’s gotta be a mistake, sir. It’s gotta be some screw-up.”
“Good luck trying to feed the court-martial that story, boy. They’re not going to buy it and you know it. I okay this report and convene a court-martial and you can just kiss your military career goodbye.”
“Oh, fuck, sir. Oh, fuck. If….If I take off my clothes like you want me to, sir, what’s gonna happen to me?”
“Pretty much what you imagine, boy. I’m gonna have you turn around and show me that tight little hole between your butt-cheeks and then I’m gonna fuck it. I’m gonna fuck you, boy. And, if I enjoy it - and looking at you, boy, I’m sure I will - well then you’re gonna become my on-base fuckboy. And I’m gonna be fucking you whenever I want from now on. Now, you’re probably not going to enjoy that - becoming my fuckboy - but it will have its upsides, boy. For one thing, this drug charge - it’s gonna disappear. For another, I can pretty much guarantee that your military career will begin to take-off. I’ll want my fuckboy working close with me and I’ll take care of you, boy. I promise you that. In exchange, though, you’re gonna be bending over and taking my big man-meat up your boypussy whenever I want. So what’s it gonna be, boy - court-martial or fuckboy?”
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“Sir, isn’t there any way…any way we can work something else out?”
“No, boy. You have only two options: court-martial or my fuckboy. Now, what’s it gonna be, boy? You need to choose now.”
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. Okay, sir. I’ll do it. I’ll do what you want.”
“You’ll be my fuckboy?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then say it, boy. Say it.”
“I’ll be your…your fuckboy, sir.”
“Good, boy. Good. Now, take off your shirt….Nice, boy, nice. Now your pants…Nice legs, boy. I can see you really do work out. Now the boxers…Great boy. Now turn around so I can see your ass….Sweet, boy. Sweet….Okay, boy, bend over and reach back and grab your ass-cheeks and show me your pussy….That’s right, boy. That’s right. Just like that….It’s tight, boy, It’s real tight, I can tell that with just my finger…..Now relax, boy. Relax. This is gonna hurt but you’ll get used to it, boy. You’ll get used to it, boy….Oh, yeah. OH, YEAH!”
“FUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!!!!!”.
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seeingivy · 11 months
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something new 
megumi fushiguro x gn!reader
you and megumi take a walk on the roof in the dead of night
read on ao3
You can’t figure out which side to sleep on. You usually sleep on your right, but the hotel window is really big and the light down the street is too bright. You would sleep on my left, but the air conditioner makes your wet hair feel frozen and you’ve exhausted all efforts in trying to turn it off. You would sleep on your back but that reminds me too much of how dead bodies look in coffins. 
You’ve exhausted all efforts to sleep tonight. If you’ve resorted to likening yourself to a dead body, you’re well aware you will not be sleeping tonight. You reach over to your nightstand and swipe the hotel key. 
If you walk around for long enough, you can tire yourself out. Then, you’ll have to go to sleep. Maybe you’ll be so tired you’ll pass out in the hotel lobby on the way back to your room. As you shut the door to the hotel room, you’re confronted by how quiet it is in the hotel hallway. 
The light directly above the room is flickering, the silence palpable. The red carpet looks different than it has in the past two days and the hallway is suddenly longer than it was before. 
You shuffle down the hallway, feeling the need to look over your shoulder to make sure the room I came from is still there. 
You say a prayer to make sure no ghosts follow you. Every ghost story Nobara has told you comes back at this moment. 
As you walk past two doors, you jump at the sound of the toilet flushing. You turn back and count the doors, realizing I’m only three doors down from your own room. This is Itadori, Todo and Megumi’s room. 
maybe you can knock if they’re awake too. maybe todo or itadori can walk with you for a little bit and convince you to be less nervous about tomorrow. 
It’s probably Itadori. Itadori has been your friend since you were in the fourth grade. He peed himself in the second grade when you had to perform for choir because he got so nervous. If anyone is going to have indigestion tonight, it’s him. 
You knock quietly on the door, hoping it was loud enough for him to hear. It feels illegal to break the silence, but you do it anyway. 
You hear an abnormal amount of shuffling behind the door and realize it might be Todo. Todo is deathly afraid of ghosts. When we went to the Capital in the third grade, he refused to sleep all night because he was convinced a ghost moved his things around in the room. It ended up being Nobara looking for his wallet in the dead of night,
As the lock clicks and the door swings open, it’s not Todo and it’s not Itadori. 
“If you’re knocking on my door for help with your apple juice, I’ll throw you out the window myself.” 
Heat rises to your cheeks, equal parts embarrassed and happy that Megumi answered the door. 
“In your dreams, Fushiguro. I heard the toilet flush and figured Itadori was having diarrhea again. Is he awake?” 
As he swings the door open a little more, you peer in and see that Itadori and Todo are dead asleep on top of each other. There are three singles in the room, the third bed still neatly made from the day before. 
“That can’t be comfortable.” 
“That’s what I said, but they insisted. They’ve been sleeping like that since the first night.” 
“At least they can go to sleep.” 
He looks over at you in the dark, the only light shining on you two being the one flickering down the hall. The door is half open now, the eerie feeling gone from the hallway. He squints at you in the dark, like he’s trying to discern something written your my face. 
“Okay, I’ll go with you on your walk.” 
As he locks the door behind him, you walk in silence. The hallway is loud, the sound of your heart pounding destroying any silence that existed before. He reaches the end of the hallway, a chipped white ladder moving up to the roof. 
“No way. We’re not even allowed to go up there.” 
“Yes, we are. There’s literally a patio up there.” 
“This is a sketchy way to get up there, let’s just take the elevator.” 
He rolls his eyes and climbs up without you. You’re standing alone in the hallway, figuring out what to do. The hallway feels scary again, your heart pounding for a different reason now. You give in and climb up the ladder as your rings clink against the metal. 
“Knew you’d give in.” 
“Do you have a mute button?” 
As you reach the patio, the breeze is swinging the yellow umbrellas in the dark. You move to sit on one of the leather couches but Megumi walks all the way over to the ledge of the hotel. He slides his feet over the ledge, his ankles dangling over the edge of the building. You hop on and join him. 
“No protest this time? This is objectively scarier than the ladder inside.” 
“Just…be quiet. I wanted to see the view.” 
There’s a dozen lights glittering over the view of the city. A few of you had been called to exorcize a few curses in the country, at an entirely different pace than what you were used to. This was your first mission fighting alone and the fear was petrifying. The green hills at the ends of the city take up most of the space, a few tiny buildings marking the downtown area. It’s quiet, with one car passing by every few minutes. The city is dead asleep. 
“Move closer, I’m cold.” 
As you shuffle closer to him, your knees knock against each other as the breeze gets stronger. You’re still looking out, but you can tell from the twinge of light down the street that the tops of his ears are pink. His hand makes his way to the top of your hair, patting down the stray hairs moving in the breeze. 
“You should have told me your hair was wet. You’re going to get hypothermia.” 
You feign shock and place the back of your hand on his forehead. 
“Are you feeling okay? Did you get a fatal illness in the five minutes we were sitting here? Who knew you were capable of human empathy?” 
He swats you off and rolls his eyes. He’s laughing. You wait for a bite back. It doesn’t come. It feels weird. There’s usually no absence of talk back from Megumi. Ever since the the first grade when you were suddenly made aware of his presence, it feels like he’s never been quiet since then. Always 
biting back, arguing with you - making his presence aware. But in the dark of night, you’re not sure if he’s even here. You reach and poke into the side of his shoulder, just to make sure I’m not imagining the entire thing. 
“You’re different here, y/n.” 
“Being alone on a roof, hundreds of miles from everyone else we know, with the possibility of death tomorrow will do that to you.” 
He takes a beat, squinting his eyes trying to discern the writing on my face once again. You swear his eyes pinch in concern, but push the thought away all together. 
“Good different, y/n.” 
You don’t respond. You feel the heat rise to your cheeks, biting your cheeks to avoid showing him the effect his words have on you. The two of you turn back and look at the hills over the few buildings, the sky turning from dead black to a dark, navy blue.  
The next morning, you trudge to breakfast with your eye bags darker than usual. Your contacts couldn’t be pried into your swollen eyes so you mentally prepare myself for the jokes that will be made at breakfast. 
Some part of you thinks you dreamed the night before. It doesn’t seem like something that would actually happen. Megumi saying you were different, running his hands through your hair? Impossible.
As you reach the buffet, you reach to slide in the seats in between Itadori and Todo, who have clearly had the most restful sleep out of everyone at the table. As they’re all screaming at each other, you look up and see Megumi sitting there, eating (stabbing) a very sad looking stack of pancakes. As we make eye contact, you smile at him. He doesn’t smile back. 
maybe you did dream about what happened last night. 
You reach for the Martinelli’s apple juice bottle at the center of the table and twist the cap open on the first try. 
“Itadori, look! I opened it on the first try. I told you I could do it.” 
He rolls his eyes at you. 
“As if. Megumi opened it before you got here.” 
As everyone gets side tracked into their own conversations again, you look over again. He finally smiles back, the tips of his ears pink once again. 
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fieldsofbats · 7 months
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simon riley x waitstaff! reader : getting coffee
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okie dokie, the second part of the waitstaff au bc i like it when authors have a reoccurring au and i write what i like to see from others. i am also open to exploring other peoples au’s and discussing ideas. i don’t like the idea of having requests because i don’t wanna put that pressure on myself but i want to work with people and explore lots of ideas i see from people. tl;dr, send me ur ideas but not requests.
part one, part two
ghost would take the longest to ask you out, like he is a confident man (have u heard his lines???) and isn’t afraid of confrontation or anything, just doesn’t like the idea of potentially ruining anything you guys have going because he has ~feelings~
would make sure to do it either after your shift or when it is very quiet and you are the only floor staff on, wants it to be the two of you in an open and casual environment
your comfort and feelings are of the utmost importance to him always thinking: “are they okay with his?” “i’m not over stepping?” “this is okay, right?”
personally strikes me as someone who needs verbal confirmation of others feelings.
he can read a battlefield no problems, can predict movements from a mile away. your feelings??? nah, dude has no clue and needs verbal reassurance, not that he would ask for it but is amazed when you figure that out yourself. ‘fuck they are literally made for me.’
i don’t think he could actually say the words ‘let’s go on a date’, strikes me as a ‘when r u free? Let’s do this…’ kinda person. 
would have the whole thing planned out though, has prepared himself for every possible response and outcome. thinks of it as a sort of mission. 
i like the idea that he did get advice from price (daddy)
it wouldn’t be the actual task of asking you out that freaks him a bit, but the uncontrollable factor of your response. 
he can’t plan for that so is anxious about what you might say or think, hence the over planning and the private obsessiveness.
BUT YOU SAID YES, “yeah, I finish my shift at 4, we could get a coffee or snack if you want?” YES WE CAN GET COFFEE “sounds good.” SOUNDS AMAZING.
waits out the front of the restaurant for you, has been waiting since 3.
figuring out who he should wait, wants to appear casual but wants you to think he is cool. leaning on his bike? no, a bit asshole-y. casually smoking? no, you might not like that. just standing? why does it fuckin’ matter?
oh shit here they come, fuck they look so nice in the sun light. 
you smile that sweet smile of yours to him and his knees buckle as he turns to face you fully. he grips the door jam so he doesn’t fall in front of you. He’s already fucked it. 
“where were you thinking?” you asked him, completely ignoring his near face plant into the pavement.
he directs you over to a close by coffee shop, you’ve been there before so wave politely to the staff and point to the best seats in the shop. he nods and follows to the back, a small semi-private nook at the back.
he thinks it went well, he tried to avoid the topic of his work and asked you as many questions as possible. but it wasn’t to the point you were talking the entire time.
he could feel himself blushing under his mask, the slightly larger surgical style mask reaching just under his eyes. He was thankful you didn’t push him to take the mask off or tell you his real name. 
you understood that military people have a lot they can’t share, particularly someone in SAS. those folks are intense and have extremely private lives. 
one coffee turned into two, a few biscuits turned into soup for dinner. then into being asked to leave by the owner. 
“oh sorry matt. thanks for putting up with us.” you laughed and began to pack up to leave. ghost, ever the gentleman, paid and you thanked him. 
“next one is on me.” NEXT ONE?! dudes heart near leaves his body and race through the street at illegal speeds. 
he nods and quickly walks out of the shop to hide his little shiver of excitement. you ask him about his bike (i fuckin love motorcycle men omg), something he is more than happy to chat about and explain to you. 
you patiently listen for about ten minutes before he notices he hasn’t taken a breath since he started. “sorry, I’m keeping you.”, you quickly shake your head
“i like hearing you talk, mostly about things you are passionate about.” omg he lov- likes you so much. 
he nods and looks away, hiding the massive blush that comes over his nose and cheeks. 
“i’ll see you next week ghost.” you smile and wave goodbye.
he waves back and whispers to himself “for the rest of my life darling.”
okay this is kind of shit but i have written this in one sitting in the evening. feedback is always welcome as well, be respectful though. i will probably come back and edit this but enjoy :)
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bi-bard · 1 year
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And Lover, Be Good to Me - Joel Miller Imagine [HBO's The Last of Us]
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Title: And Lover, Be Good to Me
Pairing: Joel Miller X Reader
Based On: Be
Word Count: 2,404 words
Warning(s): nightmares, mention of death/violence
Summary: The world suddenly crumbles down. When met with anger, fear, and tragedy, the only constant that Joel has left is (Y/n). And he's desperate to avoid losing that too.
Author's Note: I haven't seen a lot of (or any, really) early apocalypse stories about Joel, so I wanted to shoot my shot with it.
WASTELAND, BABY! - HOZIER WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST
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The beginning of the end could be traced back to the morning of Joel's birthday.
I had gone to see him and Sarah before I went to work.
I knocked on the door but walked in without waiting for an answer from anyone. I had grown so close to them that I didn't need to worry about it.
"Where's the elderly one?" I yelled as I walked into the dining room.
"Sitting right here with perfectly fine hearing," Joel said, flinching a bit at my voice.
"Happy birthday, dork," I ruffled his hair. I waved at Sarah, who was sitting at the table next to him. "Morning, sweetheart."
"Morning," she smiled. "Want some eggs?"
"With added shells," Joel added.
"I actually can't today, big meeting," I explained. "I just wanted to stop by and drop this off."
I placed a birthday bag in front of Joel on the table. He stared at it for a moment.
I chuckled at him before leaning down and hugging him. "I'm serious. Happy birthday."
"Thanks," he muttered back.
I leaned back and waved to Sarah. "Make sure this one has a good day, got it?"
"Understood," she nodded.
I started walking out of the house, but only made it a few feet before Sarah came running out and stopped me. I furrowed my eyebrows, confused about the urgency that seemed to form in the last few seconds.
"I need your help with something," she explained. "My dad has this watch that I was going to get fixed for him, but the guy at the shop-"
"You need cash?"
She sheepishly nodded.
I reached into my wallet and pulled out a bit of cash. "You can keep the change as long as you aren't using it to buy anything illegal."
She sighed dramatically. "I guess that's fine."
I faked a laugh before hugging her. "Have a good day."
"You too."
If I knew that was the last time that I was going to see Sarah, then I would have held onto her for a little bit longer.
That night, the world came crumbling down. In all manners of the phrase.
It all felt like a bit of a blur.
I remember running from work after my boss tried to attack me. I found crowds of people attacking each other and yelling. I saw fires and heard gunshots. I couldn't get to my car. I just kind of ran for it.
I don't remember how long I spent trying to run and stay safe. I was just scared and doing anything I could to survive.
I was lucky. Especially compared to most other people.
I found myself at a triage clinic with a large bruise on my side and a few small cuts.
I was sitting on a cot while a doctor looked over my injuries.
It was the first time that I had taken the time to truly think about what had happened. I was alone. My family was God knows where. The only people I truly had in town were Joel, Sarah, and Tommy. I didn't know where any of them were. If they were alive.
"Do you guys have a list of people that have been here," I asked, cutting off whatever the doctor had been saying.
"No, sorry," he said. "With the large number and the speed it was all set up, we never had the chance."
"Okay," I nodded.
I mindlessly looked at the crowd.
I wasn't truly looking for anything. I just wanted to have some semblance of hope.
My eyes latched onto one person in particular.
I thought I was hallucinating when I first looked over. However, as I sat there longer, just staring, I realized that I wasn't. This was real. Tommy was walking by right now.
I shrugged off the army doctor looking over me. He tried to scold me, but I ignored him. I pushed myself off of the cot that they had been using like an examination table, still not listening to the instructions to stay still to make sure I don't injure myself further.
"Tommy!" I shouted.
He looked over at me, a confused look stretched across his face. I saw the look change into a smile that showed nothing but relief.
"(Y/n)," he muttered.
I ran over, trying to pay no mind to the bruises on my side. When I finally made it to Tommy, he yanked me forward into a hug, holding me close to him. I closed my eyes as I hugged him back.
"God, I was scared you got infected or shot or just- God," he muttered.
"Could say the same to you," I replied.
Tommy stepped back, looking like he just realized something. "I know someone who's gonna be very happy to see you."
I had a sneaking suspicion of who it was. But it didn't bring me the overwhelming sense of happiness that I wanted it to bring. The idea of Tommy just saying "someone" and not something like "people" made my heart sink a little.
I tried to not pay any mind to the sinking feeling in my stomach as Tommy led me somewhere.
I stopped when I spotted Joel.
He looked exhausted. Angry. The exhaustion was understandable. It was hard not to be. But I don't remember ever seeing him with so much anger on his face before. This wasn't a look that went with being angry in the moment. This was anger that was consistent. Anger with the world, instead of anger with a single subject.
I took note of Sarah's absence. I knew Joel. He was protective before all of this. I knew that he would never let her go anywhere without him now. He would be glued to the girl's side, keeping her from all harm. That's just who he was.
"You alright?" Tommy asked, touching my arm.
I didn't pull my eyes from Joel as I nodded. He dropped his hand and went to guide me further, but I stopped him, touching his arm. "Tommy?"
"Yeah?" he looked back at me.
"Where's Sarah?"
I didn't want to ask Joel when I met him. If it was bad, then I didn't want to be the reason that he thought about it.
Tommy looked down for a moment.
"Joel, Sarah, and I got around that initial blockade that the army had put up," he explained. "We made it into town. A plane crashed and it caused the truck to crash. I got separated from Joel and Sarah for a while, but when I found them, there was a soldier holding a gun up to Joel. I shot him before he could shoot Joel. And then I heard Joel scream. The... The soldier had fired before I got to them. He got Sarah through the torso. She... She died."
I let out a shaky breath as tears filled my eyes. I looked down. "Oh my god."
He stepped forward and hugged me again.
It took me a moment, but I eventually stepped back and let out another sigh.
"You alright?" he muttered.
"I'm good," I nodded. I had gotten my tears under control. I was just grateful that the crowd had blocked Joel from the little scene that had taken place before.
I decided to walk over to Joel after a moment. I steered through the crowd easily enough. Tommy helped.
"Joel," he called once we were a few feet away.
Joel looked up from whatever spot on the ground he had been using to zone out. I saw his eyes go wide as he looked at me.
"I found a stray," Tommy added.
"Fuck you," I mumbled, chuckling a bit.
Joel stood up. "(Y/n)?"
"Hi," I felt a new wave of tears fill my eyes.
He quickly stepped forward and pulled me into a tight hug. I wrapped my arms around him, burying my face in his shoulder and closing my eyes. His hold on me only seemed to tighten as he did that.
Joel's voice was shaky as he muttered into my ear, "I thought you... I thought you were-"
"I'm fine," I cut him off. "I promise."
His shoulders relaxed a bit, but he didn't let me go. Not quite yet.
When I pulled back, my eyes caught onto a wound on his head. I didn't question it at the time, but I couldn't help but notice it. Something in my gut just told me that something was different about it. It wasn't a normal wound from getting hurt. It was just... something different.
"Anyone tell you guys where we're meant to go," I asked. "Not like there's much left."
"Not in the slightest," Joel muttered, glancing around. "They only seem worried about the really bad ones."
"Really? They were treating me like glass and all I got is a bruise on my side."
"From what?" Joel's eyebrows furrowed, immediately worried.
"It's fine, really," I touched his arm. "I fell while dealing with an infected. It was why I was dragged here."
"Nice to know the clumsiness hasn't changed," Tommy smirked.
"Believe it or not, the end of the world isn't the ideal time to work on coordination," I replied. "And hey, did good enough to live."
"I say we grab supplies and get the hell out of here," Joel suggested.
"Head out on our own?" I glanced around the area.
"If an outbreak hits here, I don't wanna be in the crowd."
I nodded. "Can't get supplies now."
"Tonight," he decided. "We get what we need then we hit the road."
Getting out of the triage clinic with needed supplies was easier than I thought it would be. Maybe it was the universe showing just a brief moment of kindness considering how difficult surviving was going to be after this.
It was a few nights later when we found ourselves hidden away in an old, abandoned house. After clearing it out, we made ourselves a small camp in the living room.
"I'll take first watch-"
"I've got it," Joel cut me off.
"No, you've been taking first watch every time we've stopped," I replied. "Get some sleep, Joel. I've got it."
"You sure?"
I nodded.
"Fine by me," Tommy shrugged before going to lie down.
"Night," Joel nodded at me.
I grinned. "Night."
As the brother drifted off for a few hours, I found myself relaxing against the wall. The first night I kept watch; Joel had told me all about all sorts of habits to keep me awake. Not that I really needed them. Fear was enough of a motivator for me.
That night had been calm. Nothing to worry about.
Until I heard muttering.
I furrowed my eyebrows, looking around the room.
It was Joel.
I walked over, glancing down at him. It took a matter of moments for it to become clear that he was having some kind of bad dream. I furrowed my eyebrows and knelt down next to him.
"Joel," I whispered.
I pushed a bit on his shoulder. Nothing happened.
"Joel," I repeated, pushing a little harder on his shoulder.
He started shaking more, which was when I started panicking.
I grabbed onto his arms, shaking him roughly. "Joel, Joel!"
He woke suddenly, staring at me with wide eyes and panicked breathing.
"Hey, hey," I held onto his shoulders. I quietly hushed him, muttering about how he was okay.
He sat up, yanking me forward into his arms.
I let one of my hands run through the hair on the nape of his neck. His face was hidden in my shoulder as his hands flexed a bit against my back as he tightened his arms around me.
"I've got you," I mumbled.
By the time I had said that his breathing had calmed down significantly. He was just resting against me now. As if he was scared to let me go.
"Always did, didn't you?" he replied. "Always trying to save me."
"I never needed to save you," I argued.
He leaned back slowly. "Maybe you never tried, but you did. You were always there somewhere. No matter what happened."
My hands were still on his shoulders. His arms were still around me. I wasn't comforting him anymore, but it felt like if I pulled away from him, then I'd be committing some crime.
"I... I lost too much these last few days," he continued. "I can't lose you too."
"You aren't gonna lose me, Joel-"
"I... I want you to stay with me," he cut me off. "All the time. I don't want to let go of you."
"Okay..."
There was a long pause between us. I could have sworn that I saw the gears turning in Joel's head. I could see him imagining a million different scenarios in a matter of seconds. I could have sworn that I had never seen him so... nervous.
But the more I looked at him, the more I realized that I had seen that face before.
I saw it just a few days ago when I hugged him. I saw it whenever I left after babysitting Sarah. I saw it every time he walked me to the door of my car and I jokingly called him a gentleman. I knew that look so well. I just never knew what it meant.
I got to know the meaning just a few seconds later.
When Joel leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine.
I paused for a moment.
I had imagined this before. I had spent countless nights drifting off with this very image rattling around my brain, haunting me as I tried to find some semblance of peace.
Experiencing now was nothing short of that pure peace that I had been longing for.
My lips slowly moved against his as my hands moved to cup the sides of his face.
Just a little while ago, I was certain that I had nothing pushing me to keep moving and keep living. But now, I was reminded of why I hadn't just laid down and died the first night it all went to hell.
I leaned back slowly, resting my forehead against his.
"Stay," Joel muttered.
"I have no intention of going anywhere," I replied. "I'm going to stay right here."
And I meant it.
No matter how hard I needed to fight, who I needed to get through, or what I had to do.
I was always going to be right there.
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The Hunter and the Witch ~ Dean Winchester x fem! reader
Description: Dean asks Y/N to help him find his Dad who mysteriously went missing. The two along with Deans brother, Sam, go to investigate John, the dad’s, last hunt the one in which he’d gone missing from.
Warnings: cannon violence, mentions of su!cide, arguing,witch craft, arguing, curse words, everything written is fiction and should not be taken seriously
word count: 6,103
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The Woman In White
(Masterlist/ Next chapter)
Present day…
A knock at the door halted my movements, I wasn’t expecting anyone.
I placed the book I was reading on my coffee table, jumping up to see who was at my front door. Suspicion and anticipation flooded my veins as I peeked through the peephole seeing a familiar deep brown leather jacket, not needing anymore confirmation I opened the door swiftly.
“Y/N.” Dean spoke, a mix of relief and worry laced within his voice.
“Dean” I responded with a smile making its way on my face. I practically jump on him my arms around his neck, the last time I saw him was a month ago when he came up to Maine to hang out with me. We were sitting on the hood of the impala just taking in the view when he said he needed to tell me something, he had this look in his eyes that I couldn’t quite place and just as he was about to ask his phone rang and he had to leave. Since then I hadn’t heard anything from him, no calls or texts.
I let those thoughts pass through me as his initial shock wears off, wrapping his arms around my waist squeezing tightly.
I end our hug, remembering the worry in his voice as he said my name, motioning for him to come in leading him to my living room.
“You cut your hair” He acknowledged, sitting down.
“Felt like it needed a change” I say shrugging.
I had so much I wanted to ask him, but even before that I wanted to hug him again. I didn’t move to do either not wanting to scare him off.
“You sound worried, Dean, is everything okay?” I can’t help but ask, my eyebrows scrunching with worry.
“I'm okay sweetheart, but I do need your help. Dads been missing for a couple of days.” He explained the worry in his voice returning.
“You really think he’s in danger? I mean this has happened before and he always comes back fine” I rationalize.
“Not for this long.” he answered simply.
“Okay” I breathed out already knowing my answer the moment he said he needed my help, “Okay, just give me a couple of minutes to pack.” I repeated as I stood up, that charming smile landed on his face as he stood up with me. I took this as my opportunity to wrap my arms around him, this time around his torso, giving him another hug, if missing someone was illegal then lock me up. His arms wrapped around my waist and I felt the tension I hadn't realized was there, washing off my body.
I broke away first, immediately regretting it, pointing upstairs as a sign for me to start packing.
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After traveling many days from Maine to LA we had finally made it to Sam’s place, who Dean naturally also wanted on board to find their dad.
Dean had parked the Impala in a parking lot close by, the darkness of the night cloaking us as Dean found a way in.
I whispered, warning Dean, “He’s already gonna be grumpy about you showing up here let alone breaking in!!”
But he dismissed me with a wave of his hand as he carefully opened up a window, sneaking in before turning back around and offering me a hand. I give him a look that says ‘really we’re doing this’ as I accept his offer and enter the house.
I follow after Dean as he enters a hallway, when suddenly a tall man lunges forward and grabs Dean's shoulder.
I figure it’s most likely Sammy and decide that I can stay back as the brothers have their quarrel.
Dean knocks Sam's arm away and aims a strike at him, missing as Sam ducks. Their fight continues until Dean finally knocks Sam down and pins him to the floor.
“Easy tiger” Dean huffs.
“Dean?” Sam asks, getting a laugh in response.
“You scared the crap out of me!” Sam complains
“That's ‘cause you're out of practice” Dean responds before Sam manages to knock Dean to the floor.
“Or not” Dean mumbles, face full of floor.
They finally get off of each other, as Sam asks “What the hell are you doing here?”
“Well, I was looking for a beer” Dean replies, getting a response from me this time
“Dude, really?”
“Y/N? You're here too?!”
“Hi Sam!” I respond, smiling brightly.
Dean pats Sam on the shoulder, in the weird way guys do to greet another guy, “We gotta talk” Dean explains.
“Uh, the phone?” Sam reasons
“If I'd called, would you have picked up?” Dean counters, getting a low stretched out “yikes” from me as I add in very helpful commentary earning two hard glares from both boys.
Then the light suddenly turns on revealing a curly haired blonde woman wearing short shorts and a cropped Smurfs shirt, very fashionable. I already like her even though I don’t know who she is.
“Sam?” the woman asks, tiredness lacing her voice.
“Jess. Hey. Dean. Y/N, this is my girlfriend, Jessica.” Sam introduces
I smile wildly waving at her, excited to finally meet the woman i’ve heard lots about, while Dean checks her out earning a slap on the back of his head from me
“Wait, your brother Dean? And your friend Y/N?” Jessica asks as Dean turns his head to me annoyed.
Sam nods and Dean moves closer to her ignoring my warning via head smack.
“Oh, I love the Smurfs. You know, I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brother's league” Dean grins.
“Really, Dean” I deadpan, getting an appreciative half smile from Sam while Dean ignores me.
“Just let me put something on” Jessica says, turning to go before being stopped by another sly comment from Dean “No, no, no, I wouldn't dream of it. Seriously.”
I move forward hitting Dean on the back of the head once more, this time harder, he turns around to me “Really?”
“Yes.” I repond simply.
Dean turns back to Jessica, “Uh anyway, I gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business” He explains before turning to Sam throwing a “But, uh, nice meeting you.”
“No,” Sam replies, going over to Jessica and putting an arm around her.
“Whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her” he goes on.
Dean turns to look at them both head on, “Okay, Dad hasn't been home in a few days.”
“So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back sooner or later” Sam reasons.
Dean huffs, clarifying, “Dad's on a hunting trip. And he hasn't been home in a few days.”
Sam's expression doesn't change as Jessica glances up at him.
“Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside.”
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Dean heads downstairs, Sam follows after him once he changed into jeans and a hoodie, knowing they would be having an argument. I walked behind Sam making sure I was going slow.
Sam states the obvious, “I mean, come on. You can't just break in, middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you.”
I hold back my ‘I told you so’ comment.
“You're not hearing me, Sammy. Dad's missing. I need you to help me find him” Dean counters.
“You remember the poltergeist in Amherst? Or the Devil's Gates in Clifton? He was missing then, too. He's always missing, and he's always fine” Sam reasons, pointing out the same thing I did only a couple days ago.
Dean stops and turns around, Sam stopping too.
“Not for this long. Now are you gonna come with me or not?” Dean asks
“I'm not” Sam replies simply prompting a “Why not?” from Dean.
“I swore I was done hunting. For good” Sam clarifies
“Come on. It wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad.” Dean try’s reason.
Even though he said it I know we were all thinking it is that bad, it’s always a dangerous game.
Dean starts walking again, Sam and, subsequently, me following.
“Yeah? When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45” Sam recalls
Dean stops at the door to the outside, “Well, what was he supposed to do?”
“I was nine years old! He was supposed to say, don't be afraid of the dark.”
“I’m sorry Dean but Sam’s right about that” I chime in.
“Don't be afraid of the dark? Are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark. You know what's out there” Dean explains, looking at the both of us like we’re crazy.
“Yeah, I know, but still. The way we grew up, after Mom was killed, and Dad's obsession to find the thing that killed her. Yet we still haven't found the damn thing. So we kill everything we can find” Sam rationalizes.
“We save a lot of people doing it, too.”
There was a pause where no one said anything before Sam asked, “You think Mom would have wanted this for us?”
I tense knowing that was a sensitive topic, as Dean throws open the door clearly pissed at the mere mention.
“The weapon training, and melting the silver into bullets? Man, Dean, we were raised like warriors” Sam, sadly, points out as we cross and enter the parking lot to the Impala.
“So what are you gonna do? You're just gonna live some normal, apple pie life? Is that it?” Dean argues.
“No. Not normal. Safe” Sam clarifies before adding,
“And that's why you ran away.”
“I was just going to college. It was Dad who said if I was gonna go I should stay gone. And that's what I'm doing.”
“Yeah, well, Dad's in real trouble right now. If he's not dead already. I can feel it.”
“A-And what about you Y/N? Last time we talked you were saying how you were really happy with your job. Did you just throw that all away to help Dean? No offense Y/N but you really don’t owe him, let alone our Dad, anything.”
I breathe in sharply not expecting him to throw me into this conversation. He was right though, I really did love my job, I was a journalist for a crime website/paper. It paid well and was a way for me to signal to any hunters around if there was something supernatural about the case.
But even so I countered, “I do love my job and just because I agreed to come with doesn't mean I stopped doing it, I was able to make a deal to do it on the road and I’ll do it as long as I’m able to. And trust me I know I don’t owe anyone anything, but you guys are my best friends so you say you need help and I will gladly come, no questions asked.”
Sam looks down, sighing, “You’re too nice for your own good.”
Dean pipes up, “I can't do this without you, Sammy.”
“Yes you can.”
“Yeah, well, I don't want to” Dean clarifies with a sadness in his voice that if you hadn’t known him well you probably wouldn’t have heard.
Sam sighs, “What was he hunting?”
Dean opens the trunk of the car, then the spare-tire compartment that he uses as an arsenal. He props the compartment open with a shotgun so that he can dig through the clutter.
“So when Dad left, why didn't you go with him?”
“Well, first I was hangin with Y/N here for a while before I started working my own gig. This, uh, voodoo thing, down in New Orleans” Dean answers.
Even though it was hardly a sentiment, the mention of us hanging out those weeks brought a smile to my face.
“Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself?” Sam questioned.
“I'm twenty-six, dude” Dean spoke as he pulled out papers from a folder, the ones he showed me at the first motel we slept at on our long journey to LA.
“All right, here we go. So Dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago, this guy.”
Dean hands one of the paper articles to Sam, adding on “They found his car, but he vanished. Completely MIA.”
“So maybe he was kidnapped” Sam reasons.
I answer this time, reciting what I remembered reading as Dean handed Sammy more articles, “Well there was another in April, then in December of oh-four, oh-three, ninety-eight, ninety-two and some more for a grand total of ten over the last twenty years.”
Dean puts the papers away pulling out a bag and then a tape recorder as he continues the info dump,
“All men, all the same five-mile stretch of road. It started happening more and more, so Dad went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago. I hadn't heard from him since, which is bad enough. Then I got this voicemail yesterday on our drive to you.”
He presses play, the familiar voice of John, their dad, and static playing, having heard it multiple times, “Dean...something big is starting to happen...I need to try and figure out what's going on. It may... Be very careful, Dean. We're all in danger.”
He stops the recording.
“You know there's EVP on that, right?” Sam mentions.
Dean smiles, “Not bad, Sammy. Kinda like riding a bike, isn't it?
All right. I slowed the message down, I ran it through a gold wave, took out the hiss, and this is what I got.”
He presses play again, “I can never go home…”
“Never go home” Sam repeats as Dean puts everything back where it belongs to shut the trunk.
“Fun, right?” I comment sarcastically.
Sam sighs, “All right. I'll go. I'll help you find him. But I have to get back first thing Monday. Just wait here.”
Sam turns to go back to the apartment but turns back when Dean says, “What's first thing Monday?”
“I have this...I have an interview.”
“What, a job interview? Skip it.”
“It's a law school interview, and it's my whole future on a plate.”
Dean smirks, “Law school?”
“So we got a deal or not?”
Dean says nothing so I do, “Yes, we do” I confirm.
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We arrive at the highway where all the men have gone missing just as Sam hangs up the phone, “All right. So, there's no one matching Dad at the hospital or morgue. So that's something, I guess.”
“That’s good!” I add.
Dean then slows the car as we near on a bridge, police cars and men all around, he pulls over fully leaning over to open the glove box, exposing the many fake ids he and his dad had, one’s like FBI and such.
Sam glares at while I say, “Love a good ol’ fraud”
We exit the car heading towards the deputy.
Dean starts, “You fellas had another one like this just last month, didn't you?”
The deputy looks up at us asking, “And who are you?”
Dean flashes his badge, clarifying, “Federal marshals.”
“You three are a little young for marshals, aren't you?” The man asks.
But Dean just laughs, “Thanks, that's awfully kind of you.”
Truthfully he has absolutely no reason to be that smooth.
Dean goes over to the car, the one that belongs to the guy who went missing aka Troy, “You did have another one just like this, correct?”
Jaffe, the deputy who’s name tag I was finally able to read,responds “Yeah, that's right. About a mile up the road. There've been others before that.”
“So, this victim, you knew him?” Sam chimes in, asking
“Town like this, everybody knows everybody.”
Then I ask, “Besides them being all men have you found any other correlation?”
“No. Not so far as we can tell.” He responds truthfully.
“So what's the theory?” Sam asks
“Honestly, we don't know. Serial murder? Kidnapping ring?”
So nothing. Great.
Just before I could ask another question Dean comments, “Well, that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect out of you guys.”
Sam stomps on Dean's foot, clearing up his comment by saying “Thank you for your time. Gentlemen”
We walk away, with nothing, no helpful information, no nothing.
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We make it into town, luckily finding who we assume to be the girlfriend of Troy.
Somehow Dean managed to convince the girl, Amy, that we were Troy's Uncles and Aunt who were also looking for our missing nephew.
Even more surprising we were able to get her to come to a Diner with us to talk, her friend Rachel joining us.
Rachel and Amy sat across from us in a booth, me being squished in by the wall as Dean sat next to me with an arm on the back of my seat and Sam sitting next to him.
Amy begins to explains the last time she saw Troy, “I was on the phone with Troy. He was driving home. He said he would call me right back, and...he never did.”
Sam asks, “He didn't say anything strange, or out of the ordinary?”
Amy shakes her head, “No. Nothing I can remember.”
“I like your necklace, it’s really nice” I say, noticing the pentagram she was wearing.
“Troy gave it to me. Mostly to scare my parents—with all that devil stuff.” Amy says, laughs at the memory.
“I don’t know if you believe in that kind of thing but pentagrams are actually a good tool, it protects you against evil. Your boyfriend has good taste, even if his intentions were different” I smile, careful to not use past tense to not give her the wrong impression.
Dean takes his arm off the back of my seat to lean in “Here's the deal, ladies. The way Troy disappeared, something's not right. So if you've heard anything…” going the complete opposite direction I was aiming for aka nice and sympathetic.
But it seems to work as the girls look at each other debating whether whatever they had was worth sharing.
Rachel speaks this time, “Well, it's just... I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk.”
Dean and Sam ask at the same time, “What do they talk about?”
Neither boy called jinx, missed opportunity.
“It's kind of this local legend. This one girl? She got murdered on Centennial, like decades ago.Well, supposedly she's still out there. She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up? Well, they disappear forever.”
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After heading to the library we found out about our murderous spirit, a twenty-four year old Constance Welch who committed suicide in 1981 after her two kids died in the bathtub when she walked away for a moment.
She commited on the very bridge that Troy, and many others went missing.
So that very night, we walked along the bridge, stopping to lean on the railing. “So this is where Constance took the swan dive.” Dean said, looking over the railing.
“What a respectful way to put it, Dean” I say to him sarcastically.
“So you think Dad would have been here?” Sam asks Dean.
“Well, he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him.” Dean spoke, I knew this would turn into another argument between them so I walked in front of them to give them room.
Their conversation became murmurs as I kept ahead, minutes going by before I turned around to wait for them to catch up.
“Dean, I told you, I've gotta get back by Monday—“ Sam said frustrated before being cut off by Dean
“Monday. Right. The interview.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah, I forgot. You're really serious about this, aren't you? You think you're just going to become some lawyer? Marry your girl?” Dean asked.
“Maybe. Why not?” Sam answered back
“Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you've done?” Dean argues.
“No, and she's not ever going to know.” Sam responds.
“Well, that's healthy. You can pretend all you want, Sammy. But sooner or later you're going to have to face up to who you really are.” Dean turns around and keeps walking, Sam following, caught up to me at this point.
“And who's that?” Sam questions.
“You're one of us.” Dean motions to me and him.
Sam hurries to get in front of us, “No. I’m not like you. This is not going to be my life…no offense Y/N”
“It’s okay Sam no offense taken, this job isn’t so dreamy” I respond.
“You're on his side?!” Dean yells, turning towards me.
“I-I mean do you blame me? It’s his life! And if he wants to settle down and try to forget the things that go bump in the night then that’s his decision to make. Don’t you wish things could be different?” I argue back, dying down with my question.
“He has a responsibility to—“ Dean gets cut off by Sam now, “To Dad? And his crusade? If it weren't for pictures I wouldn't even know what Mom looks like. And what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, Mom's gone. And she isn't coming back.”
My heart aches for him, I understand what it’s like to lose a mother but at least I had time with her.
Then Dean grabs Sam by the collar and shoves him up against the railing of the bridge. “Don't talk about her like that.”
“Dean!” I shout out.
He releases Sam with a huff and walks away.
“Are you okay, Sam?” I ask
He nods but by the look on his face I can tell he’s frustrated.
“Y/N.Sam.” Dean alerted us, we moved to stand next to him seeing a pretty pale women in white with dark brown hair, Constance. She was on the edge of the bridge, and with one final look back at us she stepped off.
We run to the railing but see nothing.
“Where’d she go?” Dean asks no one in particular. “I don’t know” Sam responds while I add on “Freaky.”
The sudden roaring of an engine forces our attention behind us once more revealing it to be the Impala with its headlights also on. I whip my head towards Dean, double checking that he isn’t the one in the car.
“What the—“Dean starts
“Who's driving your car?”
Dean pulls the keys out of his pocket and jingles them. Sam glances down at them. The car suddenly jerks into motion, heading straight for us.
With no other speaking necessary, we turn and run.
“Go! Go!” I yell, panic running through me. But the car was moving faster than we were and it was all too close far too quickly.
Dean grabs hold of my wrist forcing us both on and over the railing of the bridge into the ice cold river, knowing I would never do such a thing willingly (even with the circumstances). Sam jumped over, right after us.
The river was, truthfully, more mud than water or at least that’s how it felt. I choke as I breach the surface, Dean’s firm grip on my wrist remaining making it easier to locate him as he pulls us both out and onto the riverbend.
“Dean? Y/N” Sam calls out, his voice coming from above meaning he hadn’t fallen into the river and wasn’t suffering like us, lucky bastard.
It’s only when we’re both standing, out of the river, do I realize just how bad we are. Mud cakes to every inch of my skin, forcing the clothes I was wearing to stick to me, and I knew that my hair would be a catastrophe to deal with.
I want to start crying, seriously.
“What?” Dean calls back
“Hey! Are you all right?” Sam asks the both of us. I watch Dean through an ‘ok’ hand sign along with an “I’m super” just as I hang my head down.
Sam laughs and I suddenly feel very compelled to go up there and throw him in the river so that he could suffer too.
Dean still kept a hand on my wrist all the way up until we were back to the Impala, immediately he went to check if Baby was okay.
He shuts the hood of the car and leans on it.
“Your car all right?” Sam asks him.
“Yeah, whatever she did to it, seems all right now. That Constance chick, what a bitch!” Dean complains.
“Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure. So where's the job go from here, genius?” Sam asked as he settled on the hood next to Dean while I prompted to stand knowing that if I sat I'd just feel the mud even more.
Dean throws up his arms in frustration, flicking mud off his hands.
Sam sniffs, then looks at Dean and I. “You guys smell like a toilet.”
“Alright I can't take this” I complained, moving to stand right in front of Dean. I slap a hand near his shoulder and begin a cleansing spell. The latin slips off my tongue as I catch my reflection on the car seeing my irises glowing purple, like they always do when I use my powers.
The mud, the icky-ness, and the smell vanish from the both of us as I finish the short spell. It’s definitely a weird feeling but far better than the feeling of mud being everywhere.
A sigh of relief comes from Dean as he covers my hand on his shoulder with his own, giving it a squeeze. “Thanks sweetheart”
“You’re welcome! Consider it a thanks for pulling me out of that mud-river.” I respond back cheerfully, eyes focused on Dean as I smile.
I feel Sam’s eyes going from me to Dean in an almost freaked out way.
“I didn’t know you could do that” He breathed
“If I sat here and listed everything I could do we’d be here for a hot minute” I smirked just a little pridefully.
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“Two rooms, please.” Dean asks the motel clerk. By the time we got to a motel it was already morning so it was safe to say we all wanted a little break.
The Clerk picks up the card and looks at it. “Are you guys having a reunion or something?”
“What do you mean?” Sam asks as I look between both boys, also confused.
“I had another guy, Burt Aframian. He came and bought a room for the whole month.” The Clerk explains, and the realization hits us all.
John.
The motel door swings open, Sam having just picked the lock to John's room. Sam and I enter, complementing his criminal skills while Dean is just outside, playing lookout until I grab hold of his upper arm and pull him inside. Sam closing the door behind us.
Every surface has papers pinned to it like maps, newspaper clippings, pictures and notes. There’s books on the desk and assorted mess on the floor and bed. There’s a line of salt on the floor and half eaten food on the desk.
“I don't think he's been here for a couple days at least.” Dean informs sniffing a half eaten burger.
“Salt, cats-eye shells...he was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in.” Sam noted.
Dean looks at the papers covering one wall.
“What have you got here?” I ask, half looking at the junk on the bed.
“Centennial Highway victims.” He replies
The paper showed some of the victims including Mark somebody, William Durrell, Scott Nifong who disappeared in 1987 at age 25, and somebody Parks. Judging by the photos Mark, Durrell, and Nifong were all white males.
“I don't get it. I mean, different men, different jobs—ages, ethnicities. There's always a connection, right? What do these guys have in common?” Dean asks to no one in particular
“Well it’s not always about the outward stuff could be something more personal in their life, maybe a sequence of events or just something as simple as an action” I inform.
“Dad figured it out” Sam detects, me and Dean turning to see him in front of papers on another wall. Something about Witches, demons, devils, and so on along with an article about the “Woman in White.”
“What do you mean?” Dean asks him
Sam clarifies, “He found the same article we did. Constance Welch. She's a woman in white.”
“You sly dogs…All right, so if we're dealing with a woman in white, Dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it.” Dean comments looking closer at the pictures of her victims while I get more distracted on the clippings about the witches, yes it hadn’t a thing to do with this hunt but I mean come on.
“She might have another weakness.” Sam suggests
“Well, Dad would want to make sure. He'd dig her up. Does it say where she's buried?” Dean counters.
“No, not that I can tell. If I were Dad, though, I'd go ask her husband.”
“If he’s even alive, and he’d be sixty-two by now” I murmur, chiming in.
“All right. Why don't you guys, uh, see if you can find an address, I'm gonna go take a piss” Dean informs.
I scrunch my eyebrows as I say, “Have fun!”
Dean starts to walk away but he stops when Sam starts speaking, “Hey, Dean?…What I said earlier, about Mom and Dad, I'm sorry.”
Dean holds up a hand, “No chick-flick moments.”
Sam laughs and nods, “All right. Jerk.” It’s then that I knew that everything between them would be okay.
“Bitch” Dean calls back as he disappears into the bathroom.
I keep looking at the articles on the wall, reading more on Constance victims, but in the corner of my eye I see Sam smiling sadly at a photo he picked up from a mirror frame in the room.
A minute or so later Sam begins to pace the room before opting for sitting on the bed, with his phone to his ear
Dean exits the bathroom half shrugging on his jacket as he says, “Hey, man. I'm starving, I'm gonna grab a little something to eat in that diner down the street. Do either of you want anything?”
“No.” Sam answers plainly.
“Oooh! Can you get me some fries?” I ask, getting all excited for some food as I pull out my laptop from my messenger bag ready to find that address.
“Sure thing, baby.” He says throwing me that charming smile and a wink that causes my cheeks to flush. “You sure Sammy, Aframian's buying.”
But Sam shakes his head printing Dean to head out.
I’m just about to start searching on google when Sam stands up suddenly with panicked eyes.
“We have to go, now.”
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Sam filled me in on the ride to Joseph Welch’s house, we had to keep going even with Dean arrested.
“Hi. Are you Joseph Welch?” Sam asks the older man
“Yeah.”
Sam had given him a photo, the one he got from the hotel mirror, as we followed Joseph down his cluttered driveway.
“Yeah, he was older, but that's him.” Joseph says, referring to John, handing the photo back.
“He came by three or four days ago. Said he was a reporter.”
“That's right. We're working on a story together.” Sam explains.
“Well, I don't know what the hell kinda story you're working on. The questions he asked me?”
“It’s an article about the understanding of young women committing suicide as a result of grief. We wanted to get all the details and even include a case that was more than 20 years old” I said cutting in, my experience as a journalist coming in handy.
“He asked me where she was buried” he deadpanned.
“I’m sorry Sir if our partner came off gruff and unsympathetic, and truly I hate to have to ask you again I mean I know this must still be difficult but where was she buried? It’d be helpful to know it again as a fact check because, as you can tell, our partner isn’t the best with people” I explain trying to come off the exact opposite way that John had.
“In a plot. Behind my old place over on Breckenridge.” He answered simply, only seeming a little bothered.
“And why did you move?” I ask.
“I'm not gonna live in the house where my children died,” he replied, I nodded at what he said.
Sam stops walking so I stop not knowing what he was getting at, Joseph then stops too.
“Mr. Welch, did you ever marry again?” Sam pipes up.
“No way. Constance, she was the love of my life. Prettiest woman I ever known.” John reminisced.
“So you had a happy marriage?”
But Joseph hesitates for a beat then says, “Definitely”.
How convincing.
“Well, I think we got what we needed. Thank you, Mr.Welch, for your time and sorry again.” I concluded.
Sam and I turn to walk back to the Impala, but he pauses turning back towards Joseph who began to walk away.
“Mr. Welch, did you ever hear of a woman in white?”
Joseph pauses, turning around “A what?”
“A woman in white. Or sometimes weeping woman?” Sam clarifies.
But John doesn't respond.
“It's a ghost story. Well, it's more of a phenomenon, really. Um, they're spirits—“
“Sam, What are-“ but my point goes on deaf ears as Sam stalks towards Joseph.
“They've been sighted for hundreds of years, dozens of places, in Hawaii, Mexico, lately in Arizona, Indiana. All these are different women. But all share the same story.”
“Boy, I don't care much for nonsense.” Joseph says walking away but Sam remains insistent as he follows
“See, when they were alive, their husbands were unfaithful to them. And these women, basically suffering from temporary insanity, murdered their children.Then once they realized what they had done, they took their own lives. So now their spirits are cursed, walking back roads, waterways. And if they find an unfaithful man, they kill him. And that man is never seen again.” Sam goes on stopping Joseph in his tracks, getting his attention once more.
“You think...you think that has something to do with...Constance? You smartass!” He lectures Sam.
“You tell me.” Sam says, calmly.
“I mean, maybe...maybe I made some mistakes. But no matter what I did, Constance, she never would have killed her own children. Now, you get the hell out of here! And you don't come back!”Joseph yells one final time, shaking with anger or maybe grief.
Sam turns walking back towards me.
“That was good Sammy, seriously” I admire his blunt choice patting him on the back.
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Sam’s driving when his phone rings, handing it to me to pick up. I put it on speaker phone as a familiar voice rings out.
“Fake 911 phone call? Sammy, I don't know, that's pretty illegal.” Dean laughs proudly.
“It was actually Y/N’s idea” Sam clears up.
“Eh what’s one more crime to the endless list?” I say smiling pridefully.
Dean laughs and it bubbles something inside me, something that’s been there for a long time.
But his laugh dies down and he goes serious,
“Listen, we gotta talk.”
“Tell me about it. So the husband was unfaithful. We are dealing with a woman in white. And she's buried behind her old house, so that should have been Dad's next stop.” Sam informs Dean, catching him up.
“Sammy, would you shut up for a second?” Dean warns.
But Sam continues on, “I just can't figure out why Dad hasn't destroyed the corpse yet.”
“Well, that's what I'm trying to tell you. He's gone. Dad left Jericho.” Dean spoke.
“What? How do you know?” I ask, beating Sam to the question I know he was about to ask.
“I've got his journal” Dean announces
“He doesn't go anywhere without that thing.” Sam pointed out.
“Yeah, well, he did this time.”
“What's it say?”
“Ah, the same old ex-Marine crap, when he wants to let us know where he's going” Dean informs.
“Coordinates. Where to?” Sam questions
“I'm not sure yet.”
“I don't understand. I mean, what could be so important that Dad would just skip out in the middle of a job? Dean, what the hell is going on?” Sam slams the brake causing the phone to fall out of my hand, I whip my head to Sam and then back to the road seeing Constance standing ahead of us, the car doesn't slow quick enough as we halt right as we go through her.
All of a sudden Constance is in the back seat saying “Take me home”
I yelp, having not expected her to just be in the back seat. Next to me Sam is breathing hard, looking at the ghostly women in the rear view mirror.
“Sam? Y/N? Y/N!
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