#man... no gif can do justice the scene of them all turning their backs on juror 10

[singharit]

It's always difficult to keep personal prejudice out of a thing like this. Wherever you run into it, prejudice always obscures the truth. I don't really know what the truth is, I don't suppose anybody will ever really know, but nine of us now seem to feel that the defendant is innocent. We're just gambling on probabilities; we may be wrong. We may be trying to let a guilty man go free, I don't know. Nobody really can. But we have a reasonable doubt. That's something that's very valuable in our system — no jury can declare a man guilty unless it's sure. We nine can't understand why you three are still so sure. Maybe you can tell us.

12 ANGRY MEN (1957) dir. Sidney Lumet

#12 angry men #classic hollywood #classicfilmedit #cinemapix #henry fonda #film #*g #man... no gif can do justice the scene of them all turning their backs on juror 10

[hotchgirlsummer]

mess of mine ⤷ aaron hotchner x reader

summary ⤷ aaron hotchner never expected to find an adorable woman when he was out asking around about their unsub. turns out she's all he needs to brighten up his life.

pairing ⤷ aaron hotchner x fem!bimbo!reader

warnings ⤷ unsub takedown. unsub has a knife. mentions of typical cm violence, killing, and general disdain towards women. rossi calls the reader a bimbo lmao

word count ⤷ 6k words

a/n ⤷ bear with me as i am obsessed with the idea of a bimbo being with aaron in the most adorable way possible 😭 and i dont meant bimbo in a derogatory way! but just someone who isn't book smart ig? the reader in this fic i imagine to be so good with fashion in styling so yeah... i know i didnt do justice with the whole narrowing down the search for an unsub or the way they handled the take down but i have to admit this is just self-indulgent as i want be aaron's brainless girl ❤️ anyway, feedback is appreciated for this! might turn this into a mini series so yeah. happy holidays!

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“Excuse me, may I speak with you?” A deep voice made Y/N turn around from where she was organizing some of the new clothes that had just arrived. Smiling at the dark-haired man who stood in a crisp suit, she looked at his clothes and pouted, “I’m sorry but we don’t usually sell those suits, we do have some pastel ones in any case you’re interested in those instead.”

Hotch followed the direction in which she pointed and was surprised to see a couple of suits that are, to her credit roughly in his size, but instead of the neutral tones he’d go for they were in pastel pink and purple. Shaking his head and biting down a small smile he pulled for his badge and presented it to her, “Thank you for the recommendations but I’m afraid that’s not what I’m here for.”

Upon looking at the badge her eyes failed to focus on how he was part of the FBI and instead chuckled when she noticed his name, “Heh, Ay-ay-ron.” Her mispronunciation of his name caused his eyebrows to furrow as he gently corrected her, “Aaron, ma’am. Not Ay-ay-ron, I’m afraid.” Her little bubble popped when she looked into his eyes, mesmerized by the deep brown orbs she shook her head and clarified, “Oh I knew that, that was just from the Peele & Key skit. Never knew anyone named Aaron so couldn’t tease anyone by it.”

“Right,” came Hotch’s sharp reply, worried that their possible lead might be a bust due to the witness presenting signs of being dopey due to addiction. “Is there a back office where I can speak to you in private?” She pointed towards a door that had a curtain in front of it, “We can go there, we never let anyone in there because that’s where our safe and transaction lists are!”

As pleased as he was to hear that they keep a record of their transactions, he was becoming more and more alarmed at how easily she was giving away confidential business information. Inside the small room that he concluded acted as their little breakroom with the microwave placed on top of a small fridge, it also served as their surveillance room and like she said, a safe was placed there. He motioned for her to grab a seat and pulled the folder he brought with him. “The reason I’m here today is we were hoping you could point us in the direction of one of your customers.”

Looking up from the files, he was surprised to see that she was looking at him with a giddy smile, “What do you wanna know, Aaron?” Her bliss-like innocence made him think about if he was really going to taint her by telling her the horrors that brought them to this store; but it was quickly shrugged off when he remembered that there was a possibility that she was on some sort of drugs. “There has been a man who may have purchased clothes through your boutique as they have been using the clothes they purchased to redress their victims.”

“How’d you know they bought it from here?” She wondered out loud to which he replied, “We found one of the boutique’s plastic bags near the crime scene. Would you happen to have a log of your transactions?” Deciding against showing her the photos, he simply joined his hands atop the folder and looked at her. She nodded and turned to the computer table where there was a laptop, she placed it in the middle of the table, “Phoebe has me recording customers’ names, what they bought, and how they paid. Just ‘cause last time I had a mom angry with me just because their child bought a top that, like, showed too much cleavage.”

Taking it as she had given him permission to browse through their transactions, Hotch nodded, “And Phoebe is your manager, I’m assuming?” She nodded with a cute smile on her face, “She’s so nice. Real patient with me when I was training. Even taught me tricks on how I can close faster.”

As much as he wanted to direct his full attention to her, he was only able to focus on some parts of it as he was more focused on finding the masterlist of their transactions. Just as he clicked on the file he was greeted with the pop up that was asking him for a password which caused him to look up at her, “It’s asking for a password, would you happen to know what it is?”

For all the times he witnessed someone shake their head, he hated how adorable she looked when she did so with a little pout which made her glossed up lips even more tempting, “Only Phoebe knows it. She changes the password every month and I can’t keep up!” She leaned forward with her manicured nails resting on the top of the table, “One time she mixed in some capital and small letters with some numbers. It was very confusing.”

“I can see why that would be,” Aaron sympathized with her as a small smile broke out of his lipa; normally he’d be irritated with this kind of behavior but there is something endearing about her that made him think otherwise, “Would you mind if I have our technical analyst take a look into it?”

“But how? I don’t know the password and Phoebe didn’t leave a note anywhere!” She was clearly distressed about the whole thing, Hotch could also see the faint traces of frustration at not being able to help further in the investigation. His hand moved as if they had a mind of their own and held onto her smaller one, brushing the back of hers gently, “Well our analyst is like a magician, okay, sweetheart?”

Hypnotized by his caramel eyes and the comfort his touch radiated, she nodded and visibly relaxed, “In the meantime, there is something else you can help me out with, if you’re up for it.” Taking her nod as her consent he then untangled his hand with hers, he tried not to let her disappointed whimper affect him, as he opened the case file and landed on the page where they have already a profile of the unsub, “The man we’re looking for goes here often, he spends a long time looking through the clothes because he’s always looking for a particular detail or design. Whenever you speak to him, he appears nervous or shy, but he has enough charm to have you fooled that he won’t harm you at all.”

Hotch was silently cursing at himself for allowing himself to be distracted at the sight of her glossed up lips pursed as she thought hard about a customer who fit his description; looking at him in an exasperated manner as she pouts at him, clearly frustrated, “I’m sorry, but I can’t focus much right now. I could not even help you out with the password.” He grabbed for her hand once more and stroked the back of it gently, “Don’t be too harsh on yourself, pretty girl,” Instead of expressing surprise like he anticipated she would upon being called the nickname, she seems to be pleased and melts because of it, “Why don’t you close your eyes and take a deep breath,” Following his instructions, she nodded as she closed her eyes and let out a sigh while her hand clutched into his tightly, “Now, go back to a day where he comes in. What do you usually do when the boutique isn’t busy?”

“I like to rearrange the clothes — sometimes I group them by type of clothing, then by color.”

Pleased that she was now calmer which effectively made her able to recall when and how she interacted with the unsub, “That’s good. Now, he walks into the boutique. He sees you rearranging the racks. Does he talk to you right away or go browning?”

“I hear shuffling of the hangers first but I don’t turn yet because I was trying to get rid of the lint in one of the clothes,” She smiles, pleased that she’s being a bit more helpful right now. “Good,” His voice wasn’t the only one soothing her as he was rubbing her knuckles too, “What did he do that drew your attention away from what you were doing?”

“He threw some clothes on the floor, he wasn’t happy with the choices that we had that day.”

“What else did he say or do?” Hotch could see that she was working hard to think back to it, as if the frown lines that were appearing on her forehead wasn’t a clear indicator of it, “He yelled, saying what happened to this store and why did it suddenly turn into a dump. Just because we didn’t have any more available items of what he usually likes.”

She was pouting once more which made his heart flutter once more but the rational part of his brain took over as he inquired, “Were you able to get a good look at his face? Can you make out what he looks like?”

Pursing her lips as she thought about it, she looked at their hands that were still holding onto each other as she spoke, “I did see him, he picked up the clothes and apologies. Said that he just had a bad day at work.”

Hotch smiled and continued to guide her through this interview by saying, “That’s good, now do you see what he looks like, sweetheart?”

“He had very little hair, you know, like a buzz cut. Couldn’t pull it off though,” She giggled as she remembered how uneven the cut looked, “He also had this scar by his cheek,” Using her hand that wasn’t held down, she trailed the tip of her finger to her cheek from her cheekbone down near the side of her lips, “He was taller than me too!” Her excitement of remembering something completely died down when she took a good look at the unit chief in front of her — which worried him slightly but he wouldn’t admit that.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He asked to which she answered right away, “He was taller than me, but he’s not as tall as you. How tall are you, by the way?”

“6’2. Is there anything else you remember from when you guys spoke?” Aaron felt flustered once more upon her taking interest in him but was able to school his features to not give that surprise away. But his resolve was once again almost crumbling down as she tapped her fingers against his knuckles as she thought hard about her interactions with the unsub, “He returned an item once. Said that when he came up he only noticed a stain there. Phoebe told me to not accept items that have stains or any dirt in them, we always throw the clothes in the wash, you know? But there was this whole queue behind him that I just accepted the return even though I wasn’t supposed to!”

Her whine just added to the long list of what made her even more precious in his opinion as he nodded, “Do you remember where you placed this clothing? Would you mind if I took a look at it?”

Nodding she stood up and led him out of the little break room that they were in walked through the shop’s main floor — and what took the tenured profiler aback was how she did not let go of his hand, which definitely caught sight of Rossi wo was in the middle of a phone call with Garcia when he shot a smirk at the two. When a door opened to reveal another room with a washing and drying machine, and a small sink. “This is where we clean and prepare the clothes before we display them outside.”

Removing her hand from where it was engulfed in his larger one, she rifled and was looking through the four laundry baskets that were in there. Spotting the blouse he returned, she was about to pick out the blouse when he stopped her gently by pulling her arm, “Let me go through them, please.”

She nods and steps aside as she watches him put on some gloves before rifling through the baskets, “Why wouldn’t you let me help you look for it?” Hotch paused briefly and looked back at her, seeing how there was a somber look on her face as she wondered that. “You mentioned that there was dirt on the item he returned, yes?”

Nodding her head she hummed her agreement while he pointed at her hands, “Well I don’t want your pretty hands catching onto the dirt, not when your nails look good.” Complimenting a girl felt foreign to him as he hadn’t done so in a while, but it didn’t feel creepy at all. He felt vindicated when she smiled brightly and displayed one of her hands, “Thanks for noticing! I just got the shellac color done yesterday. I did a purple color last month and decided to go back to my favorite color, pink!”

Her giggles helped ease the dread he felt at the pit of his stomach upon finding the blouse that was definitely returned by their unsub. The stain she was referring to looked like blood and soil. Reaching for his back pocket, he reached for the evidence bag he carried with him in case they were to find any pieces of evidence that were hopefully going to be useful in their investigation.

“This is the blouse he returned, yeah?” He asked her, showing the stained article now in the bag. She nodded her head, “That is the one. Do you want me to clean it off before you go?”

Smiling at her well-meaning attitude he shook his head before disposing of the gloves he wore in the trash bin that was nearby. “It’s all good, sweetheart. Don’t worry your pretty little self about it, alright? I’m gonna have to take this as evidence, can you let Phoebe know that?”

She nodded her head with a smile, “I’m sure she’ll understand. She’s nice like that, she won’t take it off my paycheck.” Gleaming at his earlier compliment she then smiled and opened the door for them to exit the tiny room. “Will I see you again?” Her voice sounded small and a bit disappointed, but he tried not to show he was feeling the same as he reached for his coat pocket and handed her his calling card. “Under these circumstances? I hope not.”

Tilting her head as she accepted the card and wondered what he meant, she had a small pout that looked very much like she wanted to be kissed. Instead, he clarified for her, “What I meant is you should call me the next time you see the buzzcut man, okay?”

“Oh! I can do that!” She cheere happily before continuing on, “Gonna call you and let you know that he’s trouble and he’s here!”

“Maybe don’t say that directly,” He warned her as he rubbed her forearms reassuringly, “Instead use a code. When you call me, tell me how you’d love for the food delivery to come right now. That way, he won't think that the FBI will be looking for him.”

Gasping at how well-thought his plan was, she giggled and jokingly gave him a pat on his shoulder as if to congratulate him, “That was so good, Aaron! You’re smart and handsome!” He wanted to prolong their conversation for as long as they could but of course the odds were against them when Rossi walked over to where they were standing over as he informed his former mentee, “Sorry to interrupt, but we got a hit and they need us back at the precinct.”

Nodding his head back to his mentor, Hotch then shot one last smile to her before offering his hand for a shake. “Thanks so much for your help, sweetheart. Keep in touch, okay?” Shaking his hand with a bright smile she nodded, “I like it when you call me sweetheart, but that’s not really my name, you know? It’s Y/N.”

“See you around then, Y/N.”

With that, the two sadly let go of the other’s hand and went back to normal, back to the reality that they had to work. As he exited the store and went ahead to maneuver the car back to the precinct, he could feel Rossi’s teasing grin at him. “What?”

“Sweetheart, huh?” Came Rossi’s reply which led Aaron to be defensive about it, “She was a bit unsettled at first. I was just trying to calm her down.” The Italian man just raised his eyebrows, getting even more suspicious if anything, “Sure, that’s all that was. Wasn’t like you found her attractive at all.”

“She is attractive, but I could also see that she was way too delicate for the horrors that we usually face,” Hoping that was enough to persuade the senior profiler that there wasn't any budding affection on his part. “All I’m saying is she is a gorgeous woman, but even you have to admit that she doesn’t seem all too smart though. She’s what would be commonly referred to as a bimbo.”

Thankful that they had arrived back in the police station so he would not have to hear what sounded like judgemental comments, Aaron slammed the driver’s door a little too hard before defending her, “How is that bad? Save your unhelpful judgements, Dave.”

Back at the station, once he had given the blouse to the precinct’s forensic team to be analyzed, the rest of the team had been brainstorming on their possible suspect pool. It didn’t take less than an hour for forensics to get back to them with a hit.

“Garcia, will you please give us the rundown on John Wesley please?” Spencer requested as soon as he phoned their technical analyst. “Born and raised in Fairfax, Virginia. Well, really raised by a single mom who did not register who the father to her baby was. He has a record for trespassing and peeping when he was only twelve, yikes. Said that since his mom had to work two, almost three jobs to support herself and him he had to be left alone in their apartment complex where sometimes peeped into the unit next door, turns out the not so good example neighbor would bring home prostitutes and saw how rough he was with them.”

“That would explain why there were bruises on the women, he must have thought that beating them up is some sick way of showing affection,” JJ deduced as Penelope unsealed court records and found out more about John. “Seems like John saw like a counselor or a therapist and he admitted that he liked the idea of women being dolled up after a rough session.”

“Seeing the prostitutes go about the rest of their day after a paid session must have left that impression on him. And he didn’t really fully comprehend how that set up works,” Reid thought out loud, to which everyone agreed.

“What’s his education, personal and work life like Garcia?” Rossi wondered.

“Well education, not so much finished high school but without any recognition you know? Took a couple of classes at the local community college but didn’t really graduate from it. Personal, still legally single by the looks of it. Work life? Oh, would you look at that.”

“Why? What is it, Garcia?” Derek was the one who snapped Garcia out of her shock. “Well it turns out he works at one of those mannequin factories. And it seems like he’s been getting reprimanded by his superior because he liked putting marks on them that looked similar to bruises. And for a while it seems like he also took some home or if not, he brought some clothes to work to dress them up.”

“That’s more than enough, did he go to work today Garcia?” Blake wondered. “He should be there, his boss had him scheduled for today until 6pm,” They all looked at the time and saw that it was 30 minutes before his shift ended. “He clocked in but has yet to clock out by the looks of it.”

“Garcia, we’re gonna need his work and home address, please.” Rossi said to which the peppy analyst declared “Done and done, stay safe crime fighters.”

“Blake, you and Reid head over to his workplace to see if he’s still there; if not, gather as much information as you can about him and how he treats the mannequins, maybe that will give us a clear COD. Morgan, you and JJ head over to the house, see if he’s holding another woman there. As soon as you see him, apprehend him. Dave and I will stay here in case there’s any further development, call for backup if needed.”

With that, the team dispersed into their assignments; Rossi slid over a cup of coffee Hotch’s way who was now engrossed as he was reading over Wesley’s file. “You know I didn’t mean anything bad with what I said earlier, right?”

That caught his attention as he looked up from the tablet and squinted a little, “Pardon me?” Rossi only chuckled as he sat down across from the unit chief before clarifying, “I knew what you meant when you mentioned that your sweetheart,” Hotch rolled his eyes at that but didn’t really feel any distaste towards him or his words, “Was a little softer than the ones we usually interact with. But I do see why you would be attracted to her — she’s kind, thoughtful, and can literally and figuratively bring color to your life.” Aaron knew that he was pertaining to how colorful her entire outfit and personality was and had to bite down a chuckle as he instead redirected his focus to the tablet, “You got all that from a few seconds of interaction?”

“What can I say? I’m a good profiler,” Now the two laughed at his little joke but did know that it was indeed the truth. “She’d be good for you, Aaron. She lives nearby so there’s no reason for you to not pursue her.”

“How about the fact that she’s younger than I am?” He remarked a bit morosefully to which he was surprised that Rossi only scoffed at, “So? It’s not like she’s underage or anything. She’d be providing you with her consent so there’s really no reason for you to feel guilt or anything like that.”

Opening his mouth to offer another rebuttal he paused mid-thought when he was suddenly hit with a realization, “Wait, why does it seem like you’re certain of her age?”

This time Rossi showed him Y/N’s file that Garcia had sent over to his phone, “Had Penelope do a background check on the employees of the boutique earlier. And let’s just say she has a squeaky clean record and is definitely of age.”

Aaron could not believe how hard Dave was so persistent with the whole thing; but when it all boils down, he’d rather have a supportive friend than one who discourages him to go out there and date. “Well I’ll leave it up to fate if I should make a move; besides I don’t even have her phone number.”

Just as he was about to be yelled at by his mentor, Hotch’s phone rang and on cue, he answered it despite the number unlisted to his contacts he answered it and greeted them by saying, “Hotchner.”

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“And I got that good girl faith in that tight little skirt,” Just as she was about to sing the next line, the bell above the door rang, signaling that someone just walked in, “Welcome to Beauty Boutique! Can I help you with anything?” The cheerfulness in her voice died down upon seeing who the man was. She gulped down her nervousness, hoping that the buzzcut man would notice her feelings of unease.

“Just browsing through; thanks though, sweetheart.” An invisible shiver went down her spine; I liked it more when Aaron called me that. Heh, Ay-ay-ron, she thought to herself. But that also reminded her that she was to call him if he ever showed up. Dialing his number on her phone, she bit the skin of her fingertips anxiously as she waited for him to answer.

“Hotchner,” Came his gruff greeting. She giggled for a little before plastering a serious face on before finding the words, “Hi, I’d like the food to be delivered, please.”

On the other end of the phone, Aaron could feel the dread in him knowing that Y/N was within arm’s reach of a dangerous killer. “Alright, we’re coming Y/N. Stay calm and don’t let him see panic in your face okay, sweetheart?” He looked at Dave and nodded towards the precinct’s doors; the man nodded and headed out to let the cops and the rest of the team know that they knew about Wesley’s whereabouts.

She nodded her head against the phone as she secretly watched the unsub’s movements — who was currently busying himself in the dress section of their store — before asking, “How long until the food gets here? I don’t want it to be too cold, you know?”

Chuckling against the phone as he watched how Dave drove with urgency he assured here, “We’ll be there in less than ten minutes. Y/N, do you remember if the back door is unlocked?”

“The back door? It’s unlocked but a bit heavy for me to open, it’ll be better if you come up to the store’s front for the food,” She answered as she recalled how much she hated throwing out the garbage during closing time as it was like lifting a whole tree when she opened the back door.

“Okay good, another thing — if you can try to keep the unsub, or the buzzcut guy, within the store that’d be great. If not, make sure to keep note of which direction he goes into, alright?”

“I’m not sure I can try your spicy specialty. But I’ll give it a try. How long til it gets here again?” She asked nervously, she had eye contact with the unsub and she didn’t like the smile he shot her.

“Almost there, sweetheart. I promise,” Aaron said as he hung up the phone call when he noticed that they were a block away and had to park their vehicle. As they stepped outside he gave instructions to uniform officers to take the back entrance and that it could be a little heavy when they try to open it but it is unlocked for their convenience. “I take it back, Aaron,” Dave spoke as he and Aaron cautiously made their way to the front entrance, “Your girl’s a lot smarter than I gave her credit for.”

“Not my girl,” He said, but Hotch did admit that it sounded nice to refer to her as that.

✪ “Got some food delivered here?” Came the unsub’s question as he brought some items to the till. She nodded as she began ringing up the items. “I did, it’s lunchtime,” She tried to convince him and by the looks of it, he bought it, “Did you enjoy your shopping experience today?”

“Sure did,” he pointed to the clothes, “Found great deals on these great clothes,” Shooting her a wink that didn’t do anything to make her feel attracted to him he tried flirting by saying, “Even had a pretty view when I did so.”

An awkward laugh was all that she could give him before placing all of the items in a bag before telling him, “Your total for today is $29.54, how would you like to pay for that today?”

Reaching for his back pocket, he grabbed for his wallet before answering, “On cash, beautiful.” She just smiled as he handed her a fifty dollar bill. Opening her till she had her eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he counted his change but was stopped when he held her hands. Her audible gasp just caused him to smirk even more as he said, “Say, why don’t you keep the change, and in return you can just let me take you out on a date hm? That sounds like a fair trade to me.”

“I can’t do that, my boyfriend wouldn’t like it if I went with someone who wasn’t him,” Came her reply. The man rolled his eyes as he held a tighter grip on her hand causing her to yelp out in pain, “Cut the bullshit. I’ve been here a lot of time to know for a fact that a dumb bimbo like you doesn’t have a boyfriend. So when I say we’re going out, we’re going out.”

“James Wesley, this is the FBI; let go of the woman and put your hands up in the air.”

Tears pooled in her eyes upon seeing that Aaron was in the store; this time he ditched his suit jacket and instead had a bulletproof vest. Instead of following his orders he held onto her wrist more and jumped over the counter, pressing his front to her back as he grabbed a blade from his back pocket and pressed it against her throat, “One step close and I’ll slit her throat.”

Unable to hold back her whimpers, Y/N was now crying as she felt the cold touch of the blade against her skin. “Aaron, please,” Her broken cry broke Hotch’s heart, but he knew he had to be smart; she was at the hands of a sadistic man who took pleasure in beating the crap out of women.

From behind her, James scoffed, “Don’t tell me he is the boyfriend you were lying about. Didn’t think you could land a man like him.”

“You don’t have to hurt her, James. She didn’t hurt you, she didn’t give you the false promise of love, right?” Dave negotiated, on the drive over they were given new intel about how he was hurt by his fiancee when she left him for someone who was abusive to her. Thinking that he had to inflict pain on women in order for them to love and stay loyal to him — that coupled with his distorted view of the prostitutes view rough sex — set him on the course of killing and beating up women then dressing them up, much like how the prostitutes went about their night.

“Hurting women doesn’t make them stay, James. Treating and treasuring them right is how you get them to stay,” Hotch added, which didn’t sit well with the unsub as he shook his head, his hold on Y/N getting loose as he didn’t press on the knife to her anymore. “Yeah? Is that how you get this skank?”

“Don’t you dare call her that,” Came Hotch’s cold reply but he was quick to think of a way to get Y/N out of the situation safely. He made eye contact with the uniformed officer that snuck around the back — which for some reason John didn’t notice, but they weren’t complaining about that — he looked at John's shoulder then to the officer's gun. “Shoot in the shoulder?” Mouthed Officer Harrison, to which Hotch mouthed back “Wait.”

“If anything I’m surprised you’re able to hold onto a woman,” Hotch goaded him, but not too much John would take it out on Y/N. “By the looks of it you can’t even hold onto her right.”

As John looked to see his hands he shouted, “Now!” As planned, Officer Harrison shot John’s shoulder while Rossi shot his elbow, causing him to release his grip on Y/N — who immediately ran into Aaron. Face wet with tears buried in his chest as Aaron pressed loving rubs on her back.

“I was so scared, Aaron. Tried not to panic like you said but he had a knife,” She recalled with so much fear in her voice. He soothed her by rubbing her back keeping her eyes focused on him and not on John who was now being assisted by Rossi and Harrison out of the store and into the cop car. “I know, sweetheart. And you did so well, I saw you talking to him and trying to not let him get away. Wasn’t your fault okay?”

Wiping her tears with his thumbs he tried to console her, “He’s a bad guy, no matter how good you treated him he would have been mean to you. But you best believe I would not let that happen.” She felt something warm — whether it were his hands that settled on her cheeks once he was done wiping away her tears or the way he didn’t stop until the unsub was away from her — but she realized she loved how safe and secure he made her feel was what made her feel warm.

“Thank you for saving me, Aaron. You’re the best, you know?” Now it was his turn to be flustered as he chuckled and shook his head, “Was just doing my job, sweetheart. Couldn’t let you have any more dirt in your clothes and hands.”

That elicited a giggle from her, and he was happy to see that she wasn’t now in tears and distressed by earlier events. “If you need someone to talk to, after how bad today was, you can always give me a call, okay?”

“And if I just wanted to talk to you? Or maybe go out with you for a date?” It was adorable to see her ask him, looking smaller than him and so nervous. He nodded and rubbed her cheeks lovingly, “I’d love that, sweetheart. I’d kiss your cute nose but unfortunately I’m still on the job.”

Nodding in understanding, she then smiled, “Don’t be a stranger and shoot me a text okay? Oh! That reminds me,” She stepped out within his reach and grabbed the pastel pink suit that she pointed to earlier and gave it to him, “Please take this! One of the things I’d love to see is you in this. I just know you can pull it off!”

Looking down at the clothing article, he shook his head as he laughed a little at how insistent she was being, “Sweetheart, I like how you have faith in me but I don’t think this will suit me really well.”

“Please? For me, Aaron?” She looked up at him with a pout and knew right then and there Hotch had found his kryptonite. So, with a sigh, he nodded and smiled, “Alright, but you’re gonna have to give me a hand on how to dress up with this suit okay?” Smiling so wide she gave him a hug and hummed, “Yes, yes! Thank you, Aaron!”

“Sorry to interrupt, but we’re needed back,” Rossi came and with that the two ended their hug. Y/N smiled at him as she held up her hand and grabbed a scarf and gave it to Rossi. “A little something as a thank you for saving me, Mr.”

“Rossi,” He provided, “Y/N, right?” Rossi offered his hand for a shake to which she accepted and confirmed that it was indeed her name. “Good eye, this will go well with this jacket.”

“Italian suit, right? That scarf’s material shouldn’t rub on it the wrong way.” At her input Rossi smiled at her then at Aaron, “Good catch,” Before bidding adieu to her, “See you around, Y/N.”

She looked at Aaron as if to ask what he meant with his remark but was instead interrupted when Aaron smiled at her and lifted her hand up and kissed her knuckles, “I’ll call you later, sweetheart. Take care for now.”

Feeling bold, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed the tip of his nose, “Thank you, Aaron, for keeping me safe. I’ll be thinking of you.” And he knew that as he walked out of the store and rode back with Rossi to the station, his thoughts would be clouded by her as well. And for the first time in a while, he was glad to have this kind of distraction. She might have been a bit of a mess, but from here on out she was his mess.

part two: i’m a mess but

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[curtsycream]

Poly nope squad and can you please add suna in it 🥺🥺 x little reader where she wants tu be hugged and cuddled and she crawls to her cgs and sit on their lap and hug them 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Poly!Nope Squad (plus Suna) x Little!Reader

I hope I did this request Justice my mental state has been depleting due to grad school. But I’m sticking to my resolution of being consistent. I’ve been trying to do one request per week to adjust my schedule while I work on fics I’ve already started on.

Akaashi and Kunimi were in the kitchen working on snacks for the movie night that would take place in minutes. Days like these were rare for the couple as many of them had conflicting schedules. Turning to look into the kitchen from the living room couch Y/N pouts as she sits in Suna’s lap. The fox-like man was scrolling in his phone as his free hand gently rubs Y/N’s hip. The scene was one that reflected comfort and security, yet Y/N wasn’t satisfied with that.

Crossing her arms she looks around focusing on Tsukishima and Kenma who were discussing which marvel movie to watch. The two didn’t show it often but they had a deep love for marvel movies.

Y/N lets out a small huff as she looks up at Suna who looked back down at her. A curious look on his face as he places his phone on the armrest beside him. “What is it, doll?” he asked in a low tone.

“Hug..” she says with a pout still on her face.

It didn’t take much convincing on Suna’s part as he tugged her closer. His arms around her waist as he presses kisses to her cheeks and lips. The affection she was receiving caused her to giggle as she tried to do the same back. The attempt made Suna’s heart race as he allowed her to copy his actions.

When Y/N was finally content with the hug and the kisses she received she got out of Suna’s lap. She then walked over to the other couch crawling onto Kenma’s lap. It seemed he understood exactly what she wanted right away. His arms wrapped around her right away as he kissed her on the lips. “You finally decided to come to me huh kitten?” He says in a teasing tone.

Before she could reply Kunimi and Akaashi joined them with an assortment of movie snacks. Y/N’s face lit up as she noticed the snacks ready to grab a piece of candy before she was pulled into Tsukishima’s lap. “Not so fast, Princess..” he says with a smirk. Sitting on Tsukishima’s lap she couldn’t do anything but pout as she looks at him, “want that..” she whined out.

“The movie hasn’t even started yet, silly girl..” he says to her amused.

Y/N could only shake her head but didn’t say anything more. Even without her getting a snack just yet she still got one thing she wanted. Her fingers curl around the fabric of Tsukishima’s shirt as she lets out fussy noises. While that is going on Kunimi outs on the first movie, it was one of Y/N’s favorite Disney movies. The sound of the movie starting made Y/N perk up as she turned to look at the television as Tsukishima hugged her close to his body.

As the movie continued Y/N found herself in Akaashi’s lap after crawling to him. Her attention on the television as Akaashi held her close in his comforting embrace. She was eating a piece of candy that she was finally allowed to get. Something the five men realized would end badly for them since she was still in Littlespace.

Finishing off the price of candy in her hand she reached for Kunimi. Akaashi understood as he pressed a kiss to her cheek, “oh is my turn up, dove?” He says softly. Her head turned as she looked at him with wide eyes before nodding. The action caused Akaashi to laugh shortly before he passed her over to an eager Kunimi.

“My pretty baby..” Kunimi whispers in his monotone voice as he holds Y/N close to his chest. His hands running up and down her back as he holds her. The little was snuggled up close to him as she watched the movie. Before long she had fallen asleep satisfied with all the affection and attention she received.

This one is kind of short but I hope you liked it anon! My brain is slowly getting back into the creative side of writing since all I’ve been doing is research papers and articles lately.

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[hoseokslefteyebrow]

Forever Home

Pairing : Platonic Miguel O' Hara X Teen, Symbiote Reader

Genre : Angst which turns into fluff

Summary : You find yourself afraid to lose your home when Toxin slips up.

Requested/idea by: @jewelk4 ( I altered it a little bit)

Wordcount: 1.2k

Miguel O'Hara Masterlist

It happens in a fit of rage. You gasp as tears spring to the corners of your eyes, whilst Miguel stills.

Your symbiote's form, Toxin's form, is still wrapped around you. A second layer of skin draped over your own which protects you, leaving out only your head.

You didn't mean to hit Miguel, but Toxin worked to it's own accord sometimes. You were arguing about the symbiote. Miguel wanted to help you 'get rid of it'. When you want nothing of the sort. Before Toxin, you were sick, and spent days in a hospital bed.

You can see Miguel's eyes flicker red at you.

He's mad. He is definitely pissed.

A quick flashback of memories hits you in the face. This is how you lost your parents. You were so happy when you weren't sick anymore. You parents were in the beginning too, until they found out what had cured you. They tried getting Toxin out of you violently back than, offering you up for a few tests from some crazy scientist. You had escaped, but not without leaving a few injured. After that it had been you and Toxin for a while, until an anomaly had popped up. Which in turn lead you to Miguel, who had come to help you only to find out that you were doing the work by yourself without issue.

" Who're you?" Toxin's lower voice hisses at the spiderman who stumbled into your dimension.

Even from beneath the layer of skin, you were watching curiously.

" My name is Miguel O'Hara. I'm spiderman from another dimension. I lead an elite-"

There was no time for his speech as the rhino variant charged again. Spiderman, or Miguel as he says his name is, avoids the hit. Toxin refused to do so.

With incomparable strength, he stops the crazed man in a metallic rhino suit. Reforming his hand into a large spike, he drills it into the machine, making it malfunction.

Miguel watches the scene with wide eyes. The battle ending in a heartbeat as Toxin also squeezes, the suit breaking up into a mess underneath his powerful grip.

Originally,  when Miguel started the society, he didn't want any symbiotes on the team. He had encountered them before. He knew of Venom, and Carnage. Carnage specifically was crazed, and unstable. They were powerful, but all seemed to have a taste for blood. Except for Toxin. Although he seemed to have it as well, he had it paired with a taste for justice. 

Later, Miguel learned that was because he had you. You set the morals. He had been utterly surprised when he had come back to your universe and found out you were it's host. You were barely a teenager. No older than fifteen.

" I-"

" I know who you are." Your voice was guarded.

Miguel had no idea where you stayed, or why you seemed to be alone.

" You're the symbiote's host." 

At his statement, you took a step back. The few people from your world who knew what a symbiote was were dead, all dead by your hands. You didn't have a choice. They tried to kill you first after all.

" Yeah, so?" You ask him, trying to look indifferent.

" I lead an elite strike force dedicated to save the multiverse. I think you could be of great help."

Miguel had tried to form his words carefully. He didn't want to end up in a fight with you.

'Ask him what's in it for us.' Toxin's voice sounded through the back of your mind.

" What's in it for us?"

" A team. A place to stay. Warm meals. A life off the streets.

All it had taken was one look at the world you live in for you to say yes.

And now, a year later, Miguel has found himself caring for you like a father would. He kept a close watch on what you did, where you went, and your schooling which he brought back up. In truth, he gave you an opportunity to live in a normal society again.

An opportunity you were now scared you had failed.

" I-"

You were cut off as Toxin's form engulfed you.

" We remain as a we. Do not try to separate us." Toxin hisses angrily at Miguel as it steps closer, before turning off and webbing out of his lab into the hallway.

Miguel can't help the yell in frustration.

" Layla! What's their location?!" He asks her angrily, ready to chase you down.

" Miguel, I don't think you should. Give them a little time. They're your kid. If you look for them now, you will say something you regret." Layla advised. 

He shot the AI an angry look, but she doesn't budge.

With a deep breath, he buries himself in his work again.

It takes a while, but after a few hours, Layla opens a new holographic screen showcasing surveillance footage of you sitting on the roof of spider HQ upside down.

With a sigh, Miguel makes his way over.

" I thought you'd be here." He greets you, standing on the upside side of the roof above you.

" No you didn't. You probably pulled up a security camera." You huff back, knowing him all too well.

He chuckles, a little embarrassed that he's caught. But then again, you are his kid. Nearly no one knows him better than you.

" Can you come here please? So we can talk." 

You don't reply, but you do come up to him. You look sad, avoiding eye contact as you cross your arms over one another.

He has to tell you the truth.

" I lost a family that wasn't mine to lose. You know that right?" 

You hum, confused by his words.

" I have gained one along the way, again. You. I see you as my kid, Y/N. I'm sorry for my words, but sometimes I crave or a normalcy that we can't have. I got carried away." He tells you.

You give him a glance at you look at him, eyes filled with concern.

" So you're not kicking us off the team?" You ask him, your voice small.

His eyes soften as he looks at you.

" Of course not. Why would I ever do that?" He's genuinely confused by how you came by that idea.

" I just- I don't know. Last time I let Toxin slip it ended a little bad." You admit.

He sighs.

" You have a home here. I promised you that. And this will always be your home.-"

" With you?" You ask him, your eyes showing how vulnerable you feel.

" With me.-" He confirms.

He's surprised as you engulf him in a big hug. You wrap your arms tight around his middle, burying your face in his chest.

" I was scared we messed up." You murmur.

Shock melting off his face, a small smile makes its way as he wraps his arms tightly around you, keeping you close. He doesn't say anything, but he doesn't need to. He'll always be a home for you.

[ A/N: Im working on all the rewuests gimme a while : ) ]

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[prismuffin]

Could we get some Ethan hunt x old teammates m!Reader, where they have a kinda love/hate relationship yk? Were teammates because maybe the reader did something Ethan and the whole corporation didn't see fit so they went into hiding. But now (speaking of the latest movie) Ethan needs help and since he knows that he can trust the reader he tries to find him. Obviously they meet at some point maybe venice? but only because the reader caught wind of whats going on and also only helping Ethan because he has a grudge against Gabriel. I would like the reader to be more focused on stealth, like the best, no one can detect him, and maybe that also reflects in his fighting style.

Idk i hope you understand, not really good at describing what's going on in my brain

A/n: I totally understand and thanks for answering my call for M:I requests! I hope I did this one justice- also writing fights is hard as shit

Someone He Could Trust

Ethan Hunt x male!reader

( summary: After an old friend reaches out to you for help, you decide to go to a party in Venice )

Warnings?: spoilers for Mission: Impossible Dead Reckoning!! , mentions of guns, violence, fighting, knives, killing, light swearing, mentions of alcohol

!-!more under the cut!-! After all these years, the last thing you expected was a message from him. Ethan Hunt. An old...co-worker...of yours from before 96'. You both used to work together back then, not ever fully trusting one another, though you admit that that's mostly your fault. There were a few times where you may have left him in the dark but only when you knew he could get out of it easily. The last time you had though didn't go so well, a lot of people died and it ended with him being caught. You'd thought he was dead or in jail but time told a different story as you found out he was recruited by the IMF, a government organization that uses the skills of people like you and him to do dirty work behind the scenes.

"I need your help, I need someone I can trust." The message he left you included a file with a picture of a certain key. You'd heard of these things recently, everyone was racing to be the first to get both parts of the key. What exactly it unlocked you're unsure of and judging by the extent of Ethan's research he doesn't either. Though the key wasn't the only thing that caught your attention, a single name had as well. Gabriel. If you remember correctly he should be dead, if he's wrapped up in all of this then it can't be good. Either way, the last thing that lay within the file is a single invitation to a club in Venice Italy. Smirking, you stood, a party doesn't sound like a bad idea.

After a quick flight, you landed in Venice around 11pm, heading to one of the many canals in Italy you entered a boat that rowed you down to a hole in the wall building, the neon lights and loud music shaking the walls around you as you stepped out the boat, letting yourself get frisked before going inside. Entering the party, you straightened your tux as you scanned your surroundings, people danced on display like art as guests around them talked and drank. It was casual and not at the same time. Moving around the crowd of people you walked closer to the bar only to stop as you recognized a certain bearded man. Gabriel. He was older now, obviously, and he stood close to a woman you didn't recognize. You went just close enough to hear them, turning to not draw attention to yourself as you listened in on their conversation. "I don't have it on me," the woman spoke, ah so she was wrapped up in all of this. "I wouldn't expect you to," Gabriel spoke after her, "In any case, I'm not here for the key." 'He's not? Well, that's a contradiction,' you thought to yourself as you watched him turn his back to the bar, you moved to not be in his direct line of sight. "What do you want?" the woman asked though Gabriel seemed to dodge the question. "Suppose while we're waiting I tell you a little story," "You're obviously not the person I came here to meet." The woman said before deciding to walk away but stopped as Gabriel spoke again. "it's your story, Grace," So Grace was her name, "I know how it ends, let me buy you a drink and perhaps we can change it." Though you felt the urge to help this woman she's not who you came here for. Speaking of who you came for, looking near the entrance you saw him with a woman you'd seen before, though only briefly. British intelligence? You're pretty sure, or at least she used to be. Too bad you can't exactly remember her name. You moved again as they fully entered the party before getting stopped by someone who they then followed. Directing your attention back onto Gabriel and the woman you heard Gabriel telling her more about Ethan, though the way he was putting it made Ethan seem like this master manipulator to every woman he ever came across. You clenched your jaw as his story continued, he made it seem like it was Ethan's fault for the death of Marie when it was really he who'd killed her. "Grace," You were shocked to see Ethan just casually walk up to them both, he glanced over, noticing you and you winked before you quickly moved, preferring to offer him backup in the shadows if and when he needed it. You watched as they all talked before the white widow, or Alana as you know her, came over and decided to bring them all upstairs to talk. You'd crossed paths with her before but even then you doubt you'd be able to randomly convince her to let you follow them all the way upstairs. Still, you tailed them until you couldn't, deciding to linger until a fight broke out.

"Let's fan out, Hunt's here somewhere," You perked up at those words as you turned to notice two men, they nodded at each other before attempting to blend in. But to you, they stood out like a sore thumb. You were conflicted about staying near Hunt but knew he could at least handle himself against people he knew were threats. To you, these two were unknown threats that he'd unknowingly have to counter eventually. Taking them out now would be ideal you thought and so you followed them. If they moved far enough from Hunt then they wouldn't be a problem at all and you could return to him.

-

Tailing them didn't last too long, the venue was rather large and it didn't take them long to get far from Ethan. You walked back inconspicuously before stopping as you noticed a few guards run past you towards Ethans location. They ran up the stairs and you watched as Ethan jumped from the railing, spooking the patrons as he ran through the crowd. Following after him as quickly as you could without drawing as much attention to yourself you found him saving that girl from earlier, Grace, from two men. Fighting them off as best he could as she ran. He called out to her but she didn't come back to help, scoffing you pulled out two sai's from your person. Wasting no time you jumped on the back of one guy, putting a quick end to his life before you turned, narrowly missing Ethan's head as you plunged one of your sai's into the eye of the second guard. Ethan stood, watching as you removed your weapon, flicking the blood off. "Long time no see huh?" You said, watching the slightly out of breath Ethan tilt his head briefly as he nodded. "Yeah well," he shrugged before looking past you, seeing Grace's retreating form he moved to follow her only to stop and do a double take near the grounds. You peeked, noticing the two guys from earlier, they noticed Ethan before running to stop him, was everyone really after this guy? "I'll deal with them, you go after her," You said and he nodded. "There's a safe-house, third floor, south of Minich Bridge, my teams waiting there!" He yelled to you as he began running and you nodded, preparing yourself for the company of the two men.

Hiding beside the entrance to the corridor you were just in you waited for them to run in. The older white guy ran in first followed by his younger partner, who you went for first, hitting him hard with the back of your sai. He fell quick and quiet, though not quiet enough as the older guy seemed to notice immediately. He turned quickly, pointing his gun at you and firing off a few shots though you threw down a smoke bomb of sorts, blinding the man. You waited, moving slowly behind his person to strike again though he had anticipated your attack, blocking you last second though not before you were able to knock the gun out of his hand. He was strong and well-trained but you've taken down men bigger than him. He threw a few punches that you'd dodged before countering, causing him to stagger as the smoke started to dissipate. Kicking him, he flew off to the side, hitting the railing of the balcony. Grabbing your sai's again you were ready to finish the job, pulling your arm back to ready yourself for your attack you were suddenly pushed from behind. You hit the railing, your Sai's falling out your hand. "Shit," you were quick to turn, kicking the younger guy down, how he got back up that fast you were unsure.

Moving quickly you fought the younger guy off, not forgetting about your older opponent who had recovered from his initial fall. You threw a punch at the younger guy who'd blocked it but you'd countered quicker than he thought. Punching him in his throat he fell to the floor struggling to breathe, giving you enough time to turn and kick the older guy in his knee, knocking him down as you used your leg and wrapped it around his throat, effectively knocking you both to the ground as you choked him out with the strength of your thighs. He punched your side but you held out long enough for him to stop struggling. As soon as he was unconscious you moved to knock out the young guy again who had weakly put his fists up to fight back. Smirking you hummed, "What a shame, you're kinda cute." He charged at you and you sidestepped him. He turned quickly just in time to get kicked in the chest making him fall on his back. Some might say you should never kick someone when they're already down but you say that's the perfect time to strike. Delivering one final kick to his head, you knocked the consciousness out of his body.

Sighing you looked at the two unconscious bodies before stretching, "Finally." You moved to grab the guns that had since been forgotten in the hand-to-hand combat that just ensued before leaving the way Ethan did. You doubt you'd catch up to him now so it was better to just try and find that safe-house he'd told you about.

-

Finding the bridge Ethan told you about wasn't hard though you were more than shocked to find Ethan there, above a woman who was now dead. Grace stood behind him, unsure of what to do. "Ethan?" you walked up the bridge, but his eyes never left the woman. "She's.." he muttered, not finishing his sentence. Looking at the woman you recognized her from earlier she was that former British Intelligence agent whose name you didn't even remember. Now though it's clear that she meant a lot to Ethan. Kneeling down to his level you hesitantly placed a hand on his back. "I'm sorry Ethan," Hearing a boat come down the canal you were quick to remove your suit jacket, delicately placing it over her as the boat neared.

Ethan stood, still looking down at the body before ripping his eyes away from the scene. You placed your hand on his back again, shocked when he leaned into your touch. "I'm sorry," Grace spoke up but Ethan quickly shut her down. "No, it's not your fault. It's Gabriel's." He stated matter-of-factly, anger dripping from his tone. The boat finally neared and stopped making both you and Ethan look up. "Benji," Ethan said, referring to the man driving the boat. "He's on our side?" You asked and Ethan nodded. The man now known as Benji seemed relieved that Ethan was ok but confused at your presence. "I'll explain who he is later, right now...let's just get back to the safe-house...I need to think," Ethan spoke to Benji who nodded before he urged Grace onto the boat. Hopping over the railing yourself you landed with a huff onto the speedboat, sitting in the tight space before Ethan sat next to you. He held a somber expression on his face as Benji turned the boat around. Bumping him with your shoulder, you offered him a smile, "We'll make him pay for this Ethan. I promise." You whispered and Ethan looked at you. You both gave each other a determined nod at the mutual agreement and he offered you a brief smile, but it quickly fell again One way or another you were going to find Gabriel and kill him.

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( I despise writing fights )

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[darkhighness]

Good Omentober Day 27 - Goats

Prompt by @disaster-dog

Aziraphale tries to teach the demon a lesson after their interaction with Job. It's definitely not self-serving.

(Written with the assistance of AI)

Crowley didn’t mind the goats all the much really. And while it had technically been an order from Hell, his heart just wasn’t really in it. That was the real reason he turned them into birds. Nothing else.

It had nothing to do with the look in the angel’s eyes when he told him what he was to do and it certainly had nothing to do with a nagging guilt that had been following him since the flood. He was just following orders in a slightly more unconventional way. 

After his little display, however, Aziraphale was determined to exact his own justice. He knew exactly how to tug on the demon’s heartstrings and after their fuss with Job, he took Crowley out to a small settlement where a young shepherd was struggling with rowdy goats, floating apart in the paddocks.

The young boy looked distressed, his left hand raised over his eyes to try and block out the sun as he called out to one of the more adventurous goats that had wandered off.

“What do you need me to do? You can just miracle it back it it’s pen, you know?” Crowley asked cynically, preparing to snap his fingers to fix the problem.

Aziraphale stopped him with a knowing smile, “Not this time Crowley. You’re going to go and give him a hand the proper way. The human way.”

The demon let out a long, low growl before heading off. It couldn’t be that hard. As Crowley approached the skittish goat, it began to dart off in the opposite direction, further away from the pasture it called home.

The demon let out a hefty sigh before trying to catch up again.

Aziraphale sat back, watching from an aged oak tree atop a hill. He watched as Crowley hopelessly dashed after the goat, all his limbs flailing frantically in the distance. It would’ve been a very quick job had they done it the way they usually did but this was significantly more fun for Aziraphale. 

As Crowley chased the elusive goat, he couldn't help but feel a growing sense of frustration. This was hardly the kind of task he enjoyed. He preferred manipulating and causing chaos from behind the scenes, not chasing after wayward livestock. 

The young shepherd watched in amazement as the strange man, Crowley, continued his unconventional pursuit of the goat. He watched, torn between laughter and sympathy for the demon's plight.

Meanwhile, Aziraphale, perched comfortably in the shade of the oak tree, couldn't suppress a mischievous grin. He had expected this reaction from Crowley. The angel was determined to teach the demon a lesson, to show Crowley that Hell’s way was not the way forward.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Crowley managed to corner the goat near a small cottage. He slowly approached the animal, extending a gentle hand, almost as if he was trying to approach a wild creature.

Crowley's cynical expression softened, and for a brief moment, he felt a connection with the creature he'd been chasing for so long. He almost felt bad for his previous plight, even if the goats hadn’t been harmed. Going from frolicking in a field to flying in the skies must have been quite the shock.

As Crowley returned the goat to the shepherd, Aziraphale descended from the hill. The angel wore a knowing smile, having achieved his mission.

Crowley  glanced at Aziraphale and admitted, "Alright, angel, you've made your point. Maybe there's something to this 'human way' after all."

And as the sun set over the serene countryside, the demon and the angel walked side by side, sharing a newfound appreciation for the subtleties of life. 

They both knew that they were likely going to be summoned by their respective sides soon to answer for their misdoings in the Job saga but for now, things felt painfully simply. As the setting sun painted the horizon in a spattering of oranges and yellows, Crowley couldn’t shake the pride he had in Aziraphale.

“You did the right thing, you know,” The demon assured looking out over the fields ahead.

Aziraphale took a moment to respond, negotiating with his own thoughts and insecurities, “But what if you weren’t there?” He asked timidly.

Crowley sighed and tried to reassure the angel, “Do you really think you would’ve done anything different?” He asked simply.

“I don’t know. That’s what I’m afraid of.”

“I don’t think I had much to do with it at all,” Crowley admitted, searching in his robes for pockets before shoving his hands in. He was absently kicking a stone along the ground, watching as it tumbled along the gravel path.

“I guess I just wish I was a little bit more sure,” Aziraphale admitted. There was still that fear in his chest that Crowley would drag him down to hell and he’d be stripped of every angelic part of him. He was too afraid to believe he’d be okay because it would just hurt more when he was inevitably betrayed.

“Do you remember when we first met?” Crowley asked, turning to face Aziraphale, “I told you that I didn’t think angels could do the wrong thing. I still believe that.”

“But Heaven’s done some rotten things. As we’ve made so many missteps-”

“Heaven might haven sure. But you Aziraphale, you haven’t. You’re one of the few people left who are truly angelic. The rest are just soulless zombies.” Crowley assured, a slight juvenile tone in his voice, “They could learn a thing or two from you.”

Aziraphale hummed slightly, not entirely convinced by the whole exchange but inexplicably soothed by the demon’s words nonetheless. He couldn’t help but wonder why Crowley always seemed to do the right thing too, then, if it was an angel’s mission.

“Angel you’re thinking so hard I can hear you from here,” Crowley teased.

“What about you?” Aziraphale blurted out, “Why do you do the right thing?” 

“I was an angel once too,” Was the only response Crowley gave.

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[erin-bo-berin]

okay here’s an idea. this is definitely the messiest idea I’ve ever suggested Erin so please forgive me for my sins and as always please do not feel obligated to write this one. Much like Birthday Wishes, I kinda just thought this might entertain you and if you feel inspired to write it cool, but no pressure from me!

So reader and Steve are hanging out with the older crew, talking about relationships. Somehow it comes up that reader is talking about how Steve is pretty insatiable (likes to have a lot of sex). And Steve comes back with come on I know you like it just as much as I do.

So Steve and reader are getting in the car to head home and reader’s like I love our sex life but I could definitely last longer without than you can babe, and Steve takes the bet and the games begin!

Then there are a series of scenes with the reader and Steve teasing each other mercilessly starting subtle and getting increasingly less so. At some point Steve’s casually playing with reader’s nipples while they’re watching tv bc that’s a surefire way to get her going. Another time Steve’s restocking at Family Video and reader does *something* and then just leaves him hanging with a boner as he groans/yells “that was definitely cheating!” as she walks out the store all smug.

Eventually they are both desperate to end the bet. Maybe they’re out at a picnic with the group, doing all these little things or making comments to push the other one over the edge. Reader casually takes off her sweatshirt and surprise! she’s sporting a particularly tight/low top (it’s boobies!). Steve’s got on the tightest jeans known to man (and as we know bro is caked up and I dunno maybe he takes off his shirt and gives us some chest action? idk) and at some point neither of them can take it anymore and Steve’s finally like OK we need to leave right now.

His hand is playing with her even as he’s driving them furiously home. And the minute the car stops they’re on each other, tearing their clothes off as they stumble into the house, making out but neither one wants to be the one to actually verbally give up, and it escalates until finally they both admit they’re done with this and do. the. deed. Aaaand the resultant Os are like way stronger than normal bc it’s been a bit. (And maybe the reader’s like first you’re eating me out and then you’re going to cum inside of me and you’re going to stay there until I say otherwise. but this part’s totally up to you Erin, you know what you’re doing.)

*pants* oof. happy friday 💕☄️

How can one manage to top writing something that fits your amazing ideas, comet? Like??? I still don’t feel like I do them justice!

BUT LETS GOOO—you asked for messy and it’s messy.

Also, you asked for some chest action, I’m using this gif (let’s pretend he’s not injured okay? Okay!)😏

The Bet

Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: Smut

“I swear, this one girl I dated kept me up for two days straight,” Eddie said, nodding enthusiastically, “We practically had sex for 48 hours. I’m amazed my dick didn’t fall off!”

You rolled your eyes, groaning, exchanging looks with your friends Nancy and Robin.

While hanging out with your group of friends—the aforementioned ladies, Eddie and your boyfriend Steve—the casual, safe topic of relationship stories somehow morphed into sex stories. At least crazy, most likely exaggerated ones from Eddie, at least.

“Dude, your dick would fall off if you were in a girl for that long,” Steve said, sipping his beer.

“Or else it would’ve just turned all pruny like your fingers and toes do when you’re in the bath too long,” Robin said, casually.

How were you friends with these people? And dating one of them, at that?

All exasperation aside, you did love your friends and your boyfriend, but the things that were said when the five of you got together tended to be on the outrageous side.

“What about you?” you asked, turning to Nancy, “Jonathan ever give you any crazy sex stories that you’d like to share?”

Jonathan—Nancy’s boyfriend, who also tended to hang out with the group—had had to work and couldn’t make it today. You’re sure he’d be relieved to know the things he missed hearing. You actually envied him for a bit after the wild stories Eddie had spewed.

“Not unless you count wanting me to lick maple syrup off his-”

“More than I needed to know!” you hollered, waving your hands in front of your face.

“Y/N won’t be able to look him in the eye for a month now,” Steve chuckled.

“You asked,” Nancy smirked.

“Did I mention this one girl I hooked up with that came prepared?” Eddie smirked, downing the rest of his beer, “I’m talking she had fucking bows on her nipples and had my name written on her ass.”

Steve hooted with laughter and you gaped at Eddie. Honestly, you wouldn’t doubt that these stories were true as he was willing to try almost anything in bed, at least once—his words, not yours.

“To think, I could’ve gone my entire life without having heard that story,” Robin sighed wistfully.

“I don’t hear any wild stories coming from your direction, Y/N,” Nancy raised an amused brow.

“Oh no, I am not starting on that topic,” you said adamantly, shaking your head.

“What? We have plenty of great stories!” Steve huffed.

“I didn’t say we didn’t,” you grinned.

“C’mon,” Eddie urged, sitting forward with his arms on his knees, “Dish the dirt on Harrington. I wanna hear.”

You grinned slyly, knowing Steve had no idea what was about to hit him.

“Well, to begin with, I think he’s part bunny.”

Steve blinked, clearly not expecting that kind of comment. The others, sensing your train of thought wore identical amused expressions.

“You think that one girl you dated was bad?” you nodded to Eddie, referring to the story from earlier, “He’d go for 48 hours too if I’d let him. He’s like the damn Energizer Bunny.”

Robin and Nancy were full on losing it now and Eddie was trying hard to fight the laughter that was making his lips twitch.

“He’s insatiable, I swear. If you introduced him to rabbits, I’m sure they’d look at him in amazement.”

That sent Nancy and Robin into another fit of laughter while Steve sat, mouth opening and closing like he didn’t know what to say. Eddie’s amusement shone in his eyes as he glanced at Steve.

“Don’t break her now, you hear?” Eddie laughed.

Steve’s cheeks were a light shade of pink that made you giggle.

“I can’t help it that I happen to love sex with Y/N. So sue me,” he mumbled, a small grin on his lips.

“I didn’t say I was complaining, I’m just stating facts,” you smiled, pecking his rosy tinted cheek sweetly.

“Energizer Bunny!” Robin sputtered out, launching the two girls into another round of stomach holding laughter.

“She’s never gonna let me live that one down,” Steve sighed, glancing sideways at you.

“Aw babe, but you’re my Energizer Bunny,” you smirked, poking his cheek.

He responded with an eye roll and draped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side.

Robin and Nancy had calmed down by now, but there were actual tears streaming down Robin’s face from laughing so hard. When she could finally speak properly, she directed her comment at you.

“Sounds like a good problem to have.”

“Don’t get me wrong. I love our sex life,” you said, motioning between you and Steve, “But I could go a lot longer than he could without sex.”

“Hey, that’s not true!” Steve exclaimed as you turned in his arm, amused.

He pulled his arm back, something sparking in his eyes. Maybe intrigue.

“Please I could hold out longer than you,” he challenged.

“Don’t kid yourself babe,” you patted his arm mockingly, “We both know I could last longer.”

“You want a bet?”

Oh, that was intrigue and challenge in his eyes.

“Anyone want to make a side bet on these two?” Eddie joked.

You ignored him.

“What’s the terms?” you narrowed your eyes, up for the challenge.

“Whoever can go the longest without sex, wins,” Steve stated, plainly.

“Wins what?” you asked.

“Whatever the other wants,” he shrugged, “I’ll let you know when I win.”

“Pft. You’re on.”

You shook on it and watched your three friends exchange an array of amused glances. But it was Eddie that voiced what they were all certainly thinking.

“They’re not gonna last a day.”

•

Oh, the bet was still going on, even 24 hours later.

You were actually impressed that Steve hadn’t caved by now. But he kept surprising you.

You both had been up for the challenge, but that didn’t mean it didn’t come with a bit of teasing from both sides. It started out seemingly innocent with gentle, lingering touches.

Steve’s hand gently stroking your waist, your hand lingering on his chest a moment longer than necessary. Your hand casually finding his thigh at a random moment, his fingers caressing your own thigh, in rebellion.

Neither one of you caved.

So, the teasing continued, just amped up a bit.

Your eyes narrowed when by day three, he walked out of the bathroom, towel loosely wrapped around his waist, beads of water falling from his damp hair, down his chest. Obviously, this was a sight you saw every day, but today, you could smell its nefarious motives.

Was it just you or was his towel dangerously loose?

“This isn’t going to work, you know,” you grumbled, crossing your arms.

“What? Me getting dressed?”

He mocked confusion, looking at you with creased brows, right at the moment he dropped the towel.

Your eyes immediately went south. Even when he wasn’t hard, your body reacted to him. Your mouth went dry at the sight of his fully naked body in front of you.

“Oops, sorry. Towel must’ve slipped,” he shrugged nonchalantly as he bent to pick it up, wrapping it back around his waist before walking to the closet.

Your eyes followed his every movement, the sight still fresh in your mind. But he was not going to win with that cute trick.

“Nice try, Steve, but I’m not giving in first.”

He glanced over his shoulder as he pulled on his boxers, then the pair of pants he’d selected for the day, blinking innocently.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, babe.”

He wasn’t going to get by with that little stunt though; you still had plenty of tricks up your own sleeve.

•

“Babe! I’m home!” you heard Steve call, later that afternoon, his shift at Family Video over.

“In the bedroom!” you called, smirking to yourself as you set up the scene.

You were in a sage green satin nightgown that barely covered your underwear. Its two spaghetti straps were thin and almost invisible on your shoulders, the neckline low and revealing enough cleavage to be sexy. At the center, where the cups of the top met was a bow, the same sage as the rest of the nightgown. The trim of it, that barely reached the tops of your thighs was lacy and delicate.

You had your leg up on the bed and you pumped a bit of lotion into your hands before bending over and beginning to rub it into your skin. You made sure the curtain of your hair hid your smirk as you heard Steve’s steps approach.

“Man, it was a long day. Robin made me-”

You heard him stop, figuratively and literally, in the doorway, you finally in his sight.

You looked up, the picture of innocence and smiled at him.

“Oh hey, honey. Tough day at work, you said?”

Now it was his turn to look suspicious.

“What’re you doing?” he asked, eyes glued to you.

“Just getting ready for bed,” you shrugged, switching legs and beginning to rub lotion into the opposite one.

“It’s 4 pm, Y/N.”

“Oh? Is it? Well I thought I’d jump into the shower before you got home and get comfy before I started dinner.”

You felt his gaze rake over you, starting at your legs and gliding upwards. You heard him mumble obscenities under his breath as he stomped to the bathroom.

Next thing you knew, you heard the shower running. You burst out laughing, imagining Steve shivering in a cold shower, too stubborn to lose the bet.

Now, you were even.

•

Steve’s retaliation came quickly, though.

You’d stayed in your nightgown, but had thrown a white silk robe over it after you’d gotten too chilly parading around half naked.

Dinner had been uneventful, but pleasant, just spending time with one another while enjoying your smoked salmon, twice baked potatoes and rosemary honey roasted vegetables. After you’d rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher to run later, you’d joined Steve on the couch with your book.

He was currently sucked into some show on TV, so you curled up next to him, content to just get some reading done. At some point, you’d ended up with your head on his chest and one of his arms wrapped around you, him still engrossed in TV and you, in your book.

It wasn’t unusual for you to feel his absentminded touches, even when his full attention wasn’t on you. But you definitely didn’t miss it this time when you felt his thumb stroking the side of your boob. Your eyes halted on the sentence you’d been on as you glanced toward his hand.

Deciding to try and ignore it, you attempted to return to your fictional world. It got more difficult to concentrate though as his stroking fingers got closer and soon you felt his index finger running circles around your nipple, without actually touching it.

You couldn’t help your body’s instant reaction. The way his touch sent little bursts of electricity through your body, straight for your core where your traitorous clit started throbbing. You had to bite back a moan when you felt the tip of his finger flick your nipple through the thin material of your nightgown.

You felt it harden under his touch, betraying your arousal. But just because your body was giving you away, didn’t mean you were going to give in. You knew Steve well enough to know that he knew exactly what he was doing right now.

“Steve,” you said, trying to keep your voice from wavering.

“Hmm?” he answered, maintaining his distracted demeanor.

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?” he asked, purposely pinching your nipple lightly between his fingertips.

You inhaled sharply before swatting his hand away.

“That,” you indicated, pointing to his hand.

His smirk grew as you sat up, his eyes falling to your chest where you knew, good and well, he could see your nipples peaked through the satin of the nightgown.

“Ready to give up yet?” he asked, eyes glimmering, brow raised.

“Not a chance,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest to hide the betrayal of your body.

Even though every fiber of your being screamed in desire for him, your brain would not let you give in.

“I still have plenty more endurance than you do, Steve,” you huffed.

You grabbed your book, situating yourself at the other end of the couch, far away from his tempting touch. He just gave a delighted laugh at your reaction, watching you.

“We’ll see, baby. We’ll see.”

•

You were getting the asshole back for sure.

So far, the score was now Steve: 3, You: 1. In a double sneak attack this morning, he’d attempted to break you again. It didn’t work, but man, it had taken a bit more self control.

It was another usual morning, you awake early to see Steve off for his early shift at Family Video. You sat in bed, sipping your cup of coffee and curled up in the covers, back against the headboard.

Usually you just chatted with him while he got ready, read or even halfway paid attention to something on the TV in the bedroom. This morning, he’d made sure your eyes were on him.

Although he’d already pulled the little towel stunt, it didn’t escape your attention how by the time he’d exited the bathroom, he’d already pulled on boxers. Even more baffling was when he went straight to the dresser mirror, preparing to do his hair. Something he never did until after his clothes were on. Heaven forbid one piece of hair would fall out of place whilst pulling on a shirt.

But today, as he ran his fingers through his still damp hair, tousling the strands, your eyes stayed glued to him. Especially the way the muscles in his back rippled since you knew just how they felt under your fingertips when he was on top of you, thrusting hard into you. Your eyes roamed the constellation of freckles and moles over his skin, ones that you may have licked a path over, once or twice before, driving him wild.

It got even worse when his Farrah Fawcett spray came out. His arms were raised, one hand manipulating his hair to swoop to one side while the other sprayed the hairspray onto his locks. But your eyes zeroed in on his toned biceps and you had to mentally stop yourself from drooling. The amount of times those strong arms had held you down or against a wall, the way your fingers had gripped them while he made you feel such glorious sensations.

You had to mumble an excuse about getting more coffee before you did something stupid like jump him right then and there. As you clambered out of bed, the fact that your coffee mug was still three-fourths of the way full wasn’t lost on you.

You swore you heard him snickering as you’d sprinted out of the room.

Steve wasn’t above getting dirty, so that meant you wouldn’t be either. It was time to get a bit more creative and bring on the heat.

Which is why you thought a little surprise visit to Family Video for lunch was much needed.

“Hey Y/N!” Robin called, face brightening when she saw you walk in, “This is a pleasant surprise.”

“Thought I’d bring you and Steve some lunch in case you haven’t eaten already,” you said, holding up two brown bags, “Turkey, double Pepper-Jack cheese with jalapeños like always?”

“You are the best,” she beamed, snatching her special made sandwich that she’d always request from you.

“As long as it’s you with the heartburn, not me,” you chuckled, “Where’s Steve?”

“In the back, sorting the new inventory. Want me to go get him?” she asked.

“No, that’s okay. I can take his sandwich to him.”

Robin had already pulled out her sandwich and taken a bite before you’d even moved. She spoke before you had a chance to leave though.

“So, how’s that bet going? Is it still going on?” she smirked.

“Oh, it sure is. I’m not planning on losing.”

She eyed you suspiciously.

“This isn’t just a typical lunch visit and a sandwich, is it?”

“You know me well,” you grinned, deviously.

“Poor Steve,” she sighed dramatically, “He doesn’t stand a chance.”

“You’re damn right,” you snickered as you headed to the back.

You found Steve unloading a box of new rental tapes, shelving them.

“Hey, you. I brought you lunch.”

He turned, smiling at you.

“Thank God. I swear Robin could hear my stomach growling from out front,” Steve laughed, taking his paper bag, pulling you into a quick kiss.

“How’s it going?” you asked, leaning in the doorway.

“The usual,” he said.

“Sit down and take a minute to eat, I can put these away if you want me to,” you offered.

He nodded, pointing to the shelf where he’d been putting the tapes.

You grabbed a pile, putting them up as you both chatted during his lunch break. When it was about over, you picked up one tape, purposely knowing it was too high for you to put away.

You stood on tip toes, making sure you were positioned so Steve could see your shirt ride up, exposing just a sliver of your back as you attempted to place the VHS on the shelf.

“Here, I got it.”

You didn’t miss the gruffness of his voice, making you fully aware that he’d noticed the flash of exposed skin. But you weren’t nearly through yet.

He took the tape, reaching over you to place it in its proper spot. You thanked him, turning around to face him.

“Hey Steve, do you know what I would be saying if I let you take me right now? Here against the wall in the back room?” your voice had dropped to a whisper, a finger running down the center of his chest.

His eyes were lidded as he looked down at you, throat bobbing as he swallowed.

“What?” he whispered roughly.

You bit your lip, looking up at him through your lashes before you leaned closer to him, voice so low that even anyone nearby wouldn’t have been able to hear you.

“I’d say: Hurry, Steve. I need to cum.”

You definitely didn’t miss the rumble of his groan from deep within his chest nor the arousal that had quickly formed a problem in his pants. You pulled away smugly, kissing his cheek and letting him know you’d see him later.

“That’s definitely cheating!” he hollered after you.

Robin practically choked on her sandwich, having no idea what exactly you’d done, but amused by it all the same. You chuckled at her comment as you left Family Video.

“I swear, this is better than television.”

•

It had been an entire week. You were amazed this little bet had lasted so long, but a part of you was having fun.

You were coming up with new ways to tease Steve and he providing new ways to torment you. Honestly, you’d expected him to cave a lot earlier, but he was still going strong. Although, strong might be stretching it.

You were both weakening, little by little, but you weren’t done messing with each other. The teasing didn’t ease up any, even around your friends. Just last night, when you’d had dinner out with the usual group of friends, the games continued between you two.

Since you were a rather larger group, you and your friends typically took up two tables towards the back of the diner, giving some semblance of privacy to the noisy crowd. Although there were plenty of chairs, you’d opted to sit in Steve’s lap after everyone ate and some were enjoying milkshakes for dessert, you being one of them.

You shifted purposely in his lap as if trying to get comfortable, even though you already had been. You knew it was pure torture for him to feel your ass rubbing against his crotch and you felt his hardening cock beneath you only moments later. You hid your smirk as you dipped your head to take another sip of your milkshake.

His arm was around your waist, but he pulled you close to murmur in your ear. It was already loud in the diner, your crew adding to the loud volume, so there was no danger in anyone overhearing his words. But, he knew what he was doing, whispering huskily in your ear.

“Keep doing that and I’m gonna end up cumming in my pants.”

You turned to him, smile sweet as sugar.

“Well at least you’ll release some of that tension, hm?”

You didn’t miss the glare he gave you, or the desire that blew his pupils wide. He hadn’t given in yet, but you were going to make sure he would, soon.

He didn’t let you off easily, either. In the dark parking lot, when everyone was saying their goodbyes and hanging around to chat a little bit more, Steve pulled you close.

In the darkness of the night, none of your friends saw what he was truly doing other than what appeared to be leaning down and kissing your cheek.

Instead, he licked the outer shell of your ear, teeth sinking gently into your earlobe as he pressed his hard erection into your ass, grinding it against you.

“See what you do to me baby? If I could, I’d strip you naked right now and take you against the hood of my car.”

His whispered words sent a rush of heat between your thighs and you held back a groan. The more you’d teased one another, the hornier you’d gotten. A part of you really wanted to tell him to fuck it and fuck you.

He took your silence and your gaping jaw as proof enough that he’d won this round.

Touché Steve, touché.

•

The ball was in your court now and as desperate as you were, as wound tight as you’d gotten, your stubbornness wouldn’t allow you to give in—not yet.

You were horny as fuck for Steve by now, but the only rational thought you had was to make him give in, that way you could end up having sex anyway.

Your next trick involved a simple ice cream cone. Seeming innocuous enough, you didn’t miss how his eyes trailed your tongue and mouth as you licked it seductively in front of him, putting on a damn good show.

You made it as convincing as possible, pretending it was his dick you were licking and sucking, torturing him as much as this little exercise was. When he stood from the kitchen table to announce he was going for a run, you looked at him, amused.

“You don’t run,” you said.

“Yeah, well I’m taking it up now,” he grumbled as slammed the door behind him, off to rid himself of the sexual tension he was clearly feeling.

How he was managing to hold out so long was beyond you, but you still had a few last things to try before you admitted defeat and jumped his bones.

•

It was just passing comments you made, but you saw how it got him going and in turn, that aroused you. It had become a sick game between you two—although it really wasn’t harming anyone, it certainly amped up the desire.

It seemed it had morphed from who could go the longest without—although that was still the ultimate goal—into who could make the other the most desperate.

“What do you think?” you asked nonchalantly, as you stirred pasta sauce at the stove, “Is the table sturdy enough for you to bend me over it?”

Nancy and Robin were coming over later to have a girls’ night of pasta and rom-coms. Steve, who had to be up early for work the next day was planning on going to bed early and leaving the three of you to your night together. That didn’t stop you from throwing in a few teasing remarks for his sake while you prepared the food, though.

“You wanna know what I think?”

You heard the table chair scrape back, indicating he had gotten up abruptly from where he was sitting, perusing the paper. You felt rough hands on your hips as he jerked you backwards into him, arms snaking around your waist.

“When you finally decide to give in and let me fuck you properly, I’m going to make you cum six ways to Sunday,” he partially growled, your body tensing and desire coursing through your veins.

“Oh?” was all you could managed, your throat raspy and chest heaving.

Your mind went wild with thoughts of him between your legs, making you ache for him so badly. You were so damn close to giving in and he knew it.

“Sweetheart, that’s a promise.”

-

It was later when you, Nancy and Robin were settled with identical plates of pasta, preparing to start the first movie that you heard Steve call your name from the bedroom.

“Sorry, I thought he was asleep already,” you apologized to the two, “He probably just can’t find the new tube of toothpaste or something.”

You rolled your eyes endearingly , telling them you’d be right back as you set your plate on the coffee table, getting up to head to the bedroom. You were confused when you saw him sitting on his side of the bed at the edge, flipping through channels on the TV.

“You need something?” you asked, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Yeah. C’mere,” he motioned with his hand.

When you were in reaching distance, he pulled you close by your waist, pulling you down to him, kissing you hard. His hands slid to your ass, gripping it as he kissed you passionately.

His mouth moved quickly against yours, tongue entwining with your own, some of his pent up frustrations—yours as well—being unleashed in the kiss. Your hand had moved into his hair as you kissed him back, practically ready to crawl into his lap and grind against him while he palmed your ass and guided your hips to move against his.

But, to your surprise, he pulled away, looking completely composed and calm. You heart was beating wildly in time with your aching clit who’d had the stupid idea that you were finally getting some action. His hands left your ass as well, as if they’d never been there all while giving you a sinful smile, pearly whites showing and all.

“Now be a good girl and make sure your guests don’t get lonely, hm?” he smirked, “Have fun, baby.”

You stumbled off in a daze, wondering how the hell he had managed to not be as worked up by that single kiss as you’d been.

Little did you know, he had been.

Soon enough, everything would to come to a head and all it would take would be one end of summer bash.

•

You’d both had made it to the two week mark—practically a record for you and Steve. Although, something told you when the bet was over, he wasn’t letting you leave bed for a week straight.

By now, you were strung so tight that you could rival a guitar string. Obviously, the moment you decided you wanted to give in to Steve had to be at the worst possible time. You and he were currently with all your mutual friends, so it wasn’t like you could do anything here. Though you desperately, desperately wanted to.

Joyce and Mrs. Wheeler were hosting an end of summer bash at the Wheeler’s house, in their spacious backyard. There was grilled hot dogs and hamburgers, an array of desserts and a good time with friends.

The six younger teens—Mike, Dustin, Will, Max, Lucas and El—were all there, along with Lucas’ younger sister Erica, who was an unofficial part of the group. Nancy, Jonathan, Robin and Eddie were also there, along with both Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler, Holly and Joyce and Hopper. There were way too many eyes around, but that didn’t exactly stop you from subtle teasing.

It was still warm out, being the last days of summer and you’d donned a sundress that was low cut enough to sneakily taunt your boyfriend. It’d worked on him extremely well as he couldn’t stop his eyes from falling to your chest, trying hard not to imagine freeing them from that dress and sucking and kissing them. He really didn’t need a boner in the middle of a family friendly barbecue.

Apparently, great minds thought alike because he’d purposely picked his tightest pair of Levi’s to wear today and he felt a surge of pride at his choice every time he’d caught you checking him out throughout the afternoon. You were a tough nut to crack though and had yet to give into his teasing. Though he wanted nothing more than to have his way with you, he held out, curious to see just how far this could go.

You were relentless and sneaky, still managing to rile him up, even amidst the group of friends. After his stunt last week when Nancy and Robin had been over, he probably deserved it.

“You two still have that bet going on?” Eddie asked, mouth agape.

“Yup,” you answered, taking a bite of your banana pudding.

“Wait. How long has it been?” Jonathan asked, having been filled in by Nancy.

“Too long,” Steve grumbled causing Eddie to hoot with laughter.

“Two weeks,” you responded.

Both you and Steve watched in confusion as both Eddie and Jonathan pulled out their wallets, each grabbing five dollars, passing it to Robin.

“What’s this?” you asked, motioning to the money being passed over.

“Robin bet us five bucks each that you’d last more than a week,” Eddie shrugged.

“You had a side bet on us?” Steve asked, appalled.

“Sorry man. I didn’t think you’d last the first day,” Eddie smirked.

“What can I say?” Robin shrugged, “I know him well. He can be a stubborn shit when he wants to be.”

While this conversation happened, your bare foot had found its way out of your sandal and into Steve’s lap. You were thankful for the cover of the picnic table as your foot rubbed his knee and thigh, seemingly inconspicuously, until you moved ever so slightly to the left. It rubbed against the crotch of his jeans as you innocently ate your dessert. Steve almost choked though, causing you to grin behind your spoon.

You returned his glare with a bright smile, enjoying torturing him. He wasn’t going to let you get away with that, you know knew that for sure. You certainly didn’t miss the way he had to rearrange himself as discreetly as possible, when he stood to play a game of Frisbee with the younger kids.

You sat with the older teens at the picnic table and turned so your back was pressed against the table to watch the game.

“Hold that thought,” Steve said, “It’s a little hot out here don’t you think?”

You glowered in his direction as he pulled off his shirt, exposing his bare chest. He tossed his shirt towards you.

“Mind holding that for me, babe? Thanks!” he hollered, running off.

You knew exactly what he was doing and damn him if it wasn’t working. Even from the distance your eyes were locked on him. You wanted to kiss and lick every inch of exposed skin he was showing off right now, leave hickeys all over his neck and chest and around his collarbones. You wanted to play connect the dots with your tongue and the splattering of moles over his abdomen, wanted to leave scratch marks down his back.

You’d been so out of it, you didn’t even notice when the others had left to start a game of two on two volleyball.

Your fingers clutched Steve’s shirt in your hands as you watched his muscles flex and ripple with a single toss of the frisbee. Even though you always found him attractive, your thoughts had never been so dirty as they were now while you watched him.

The frisbee went flying off course, nowhere near any of the players, towards your direction.

“I got it!” Steve called to the others, jogging your way.

You bent to pick up the rogue circular toy at your feet just as he approached you, making sure he got an eyeful down the neckline of your dress. He noticed, alright.

Steve gulped, eyes taking in the curve of your breasts, almost able to see far down enough to see your nipples. He’d seen you naked plenty of times in the last two weeks, sure, but it had felt like an eternity since he got to enjoy your body. To squeeze it and kiss it and explore it like he loved to, leaving marks that only he was allowed to in secret spots, making you moan and writhe underneath him, on top of him, wherever, as he made you see stars. He always got the most satisfaction and pleasure knowing he’d pleased you well.

When you straightened, handing him the frisbee, he could’ve sworn you were giving him fuck me eyes, and he was absolutely right.

“Steve, if we don’t leave now I’m going to take you on this picnic table, right here and right now.”

Your voice was hoarse, filled with desire and fuck if it didn’t make him instantly hard.

He turned his back on you only long enough to toss the frisbee back to the kids.

“Sorry guys, I just remembered we had another engagement we also have to attend to!” he shouted to them.

“Aw come on! We were winning!” Dustin protested.

“We can rematch this weekend, okay? Gotta run!”

He didn’t even bother with byes, nor did he put on his shirt as he grabbed your hand, nearly dragging you to the car. You were so horny yourself you were contemplating doing it in his car, but you forced yourself to wait until you got home. You had a feeling once you gave in to him, you wouldn’t be through with him anytime soon—and a bed would be much more comfortable for multiple sexcapades.

He was behind the driver’s seat before you were even buckled in. As you buckled your seatbelt, your eyes caught sight of his cock straining in his pants and you almost moaned out loud. The ache in your core was so bad, you were practically sitting with your thighs clenched together permanently.

“Wait,” he grinned, turning to you, not even having turn on the car yet, “Does this mean I win the bet?”

“Drive Steve, drive!” you shouted.

You could admit it, you were that desperate. A ten minute drive home was going to take forever to you right now. Apparently, Steve had the same thought because he’d barely pulled out of the Wheeler’s driveway before his hand was between your legs. Suddenly, you were so glad you decided to wear a dress today.

His hand cupped you over your underwear and you moaned, having missed the feeling of his touch.

“Jesus, you’re soaking,” he groaned, able to feel where your arousal had soaked your panties.

“Yeah, cause you’ve been a fucking tease,” you grit out, hand clutching the door as he rubbed you through the material.

“Shit,” you moaned lowly, jaw dropping when his fingers dipped past the crotch of the undergarment, thumb rubbing at your clit.

It had been two weeks too long according to your body because it flinched and jerked at every touch Steve gave you, especially when he slid two fingers inside you effortlessly. Your hips bucked into his hand as a lewd moan fell from your lips.

He couldn’t help it, he couldn’t wait until you both got home, he had to give in to the urge to touch you and he did, taking much pleasure in your answering moans. Unfortunately, each little whine and moan was going straight to his groin where he was already painfully hard. He was quite literally driving as fast as he could.

“Damnit,” he muttered when they got caught up at a stoplight.

He tried to distract himself with you, hoping the red light would quickly turn green. This right now was fine, but he wanted to do much, much more to you.

His fingers curled within you as they pumped in and out, you becoming even more responsive. You knew he could feel your pussy clench around his fingers, the muscles fluttering as if in search of the cock it had been missing so badly.

“Yeah? You like that baby? Lemme hear how much you like it,” he cooed.

He took a moment while the stoplight was still red to lean over the console, attaching his lips to your neck. He gave it a few, sloppy, open mouthed kisses before sucking on a spot, all the while his fingers tormented you.

“Yes, Stevie, yes,” you whined.

He grinned, quite proud of himself. You hardly ever called him that, only when you were so blissed out by him that it came out in a whine. It was something that could get him harder than a rock.

When the light turned green, he gunned it, praying all the while that none of Hopper’s goonies were around to catch him speeding. He need you bad and he needed you now or else his dick might actually fall off. The way he pulled into the driveway of your and his house might’ve been humorous any other time, but you both had other important things on your minds.

Your dress was almost off even before you two stumbled into the door. His hands had been gripping your hips as he kissed your neck while you tried to hurry and unlock the door. He would’ve bunched up your dress just so he could feel your silky soft skin against his palms, but he didn’t much care for the thought of giving the neighbors a show.

The moment the front door was shut, he had you pressed up against it, mouth on yours. His kisses were hot, needy and just as eager as he was. His hands were already under your dress, pushing it up as you pulled away long enough for him to pull it over your head and drop it to the floor. You were left in just your underwear and the desperate moan that came from his throat made your clit throb harder.

His head bent to your chest as his tongue circled one nipple before he pulled it into his mouth, sucking on it. The other breast he palmed in one free hand, fingers rolling your nipple. Your moaning sigh was answer enough that you’d missed his mouth on you as you arched your chest into him.

While he busied himself with your boobs, your fingers rapidly tried to unfasten his Levi’s, grateful he didn’t even bother to put his shirt back on earlier. After all, it was just going to come back off anyways.

You’d managed to push the button free when his lips reconnected with yours, his hand tangling into your hair to move your head just the way he wanted it as he kissed the life out of you. At the unzipping sound of his zipper, you pulled back, breathless, chest heaving.

“Bedroom,” you panted.

He nodded, grabbing your hand and once again practically dragging you upstairs. He lost the jeans somewhere on the stairs for when you both made it to the bedroom, you both were left with one garment only.

He pushed you roughly on the bed, making you growl in delight as he crawled over you, leaving kisses up your body as he went. Before he could occupy your lips again, you stopped him with a hand to the chest.

“Bet’s off?” you asked.

“Bet’s off,” he nodded before he let himself be consumed by your mouth again.

This time, your hand was in his hair and you tugged it roughly as you kissed, his moans being swallowed by the kiss.

You felt his hair tickling your cheek when he broke the kiss, lips exploring down once again to your neck and collarbones. He was most likely leaving enough purplish bruises that you’d look like a connect the dot picture by morning.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen,” came your breathy demand, “First you’re gonna lick me, fuck me, then cum inside me and you’re gonna stay there until I tell you otherwise.”

He groaned at your words, mouth already traveling southwards before you’d finished your list of demands.

“Yes ma’am,” he emphasized, his eyes clouded with desire for you and you only.

You could’ve cum on the spot when his tongue made contact with your aching pussy. He licked one long, slow strip up your seam, thoroughly enjoying your uncontrollable moans. He may be to the brink of painfully hard, but he was going to be damn sure that he made you tremble with ecstasy, first.

“Holy hell, I missed your tongue,” you whimpered.

It flicked your clit teasingly before moving over it back and forth. It wasn’t going to take much of this before you’d fall apart, you knew. When his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking on it, it was game over as your toes clenched and the rapidly building pleasure in the pit of your stomach came dangerously close to erupting.

It probably took less than two minutes before you were crying out, clutching at the sheets as your orgasm crashed over you and your body flooded with warmth. It came and went too soon, not leaving you nearly satisfied as you practically tugged him back upwards to you when he was done.

“Now make me cum six ways to Sunday like you promised, Steve,” you uttered, tearing his boxers off.

If you’d had scissors nearby, you’d most likely had cut them off at this point. You were both frantic for one another and couldn’t get enough. You’d already had one orgasm because of him and it still felt like that had barely taken the edge off.

“I plan to, sweetheart,” he smirked, eyes locked on yours.

He wasted no time pushing into you and your satisfied moans mixed with his, the sensation like coming home. He fit you so perfectly, stretching you almost to the point of pain, but it was such a staggering feeling that you never got used to. It seemed to get better every time and it felt twice as good now after having yearned for this for two weeks.

“God damnit,” Steve moaned lowly, the pleasure etched in his features.

He hadn’t even moved yet as he was so overcome by your tight, wet, heat. He had to control himself to keep from blowing his load right then because he wanted this to last as long as possible.

“Oh my god baby,” he groaned after his first thrust, “I’m never making a bet with you again.”

Your laughter was choked, tinged with a low moan. The way you two were acting, one would’ve thought it’d been two years since you’d enjoyed each other. But there was definitely a reason for the animalistic desire, it was worth missing.

His hips picked up speed until there was nothing but the sounds of your slapping bodies and mingled noises of pleasure. He lifted one of your legs higher on his waist, allowing for a deeper angle and access to the sweet spot that made your toes curl.

“Steve, yes, yes, yes,” you mewled.

He bent, capturing your lips in a kiss that was desperate and rough as your bodies worked their way to their impending climaxes. Your breath caught mid moan when he bit down on your bottom lip, giving it a gentle tug as he pulled away from you, before releasing it from between his teeth.

“You gonna cum for me?” he rasped, “Scream my name for me?”

You nodded, eyes screwed shut as he continued to pound into you like there was no tomorrow. He was repeatedly hitting the spongy, sensitive spot deep within you that was liable to send you careening over the edge at any moment.

His hand splayed over your abdomen, thumb just in reach of your clit as he rubbed it in sync with his thrusts. He could feel you clenching down on him, the death grip your pussy had on him making his spine tingle and signaling he wasn’t going to be far off from losing control.

“Oh fuck, Steve!” you cried, completely losing yourself to your high.

Steve bit his lip, holding off for long enough to watch you. It was the most erotic sight to him to see you fall apart, your brows slightly pulled together, the pleasure so good it was borderline painful. Your mouth agape as you moaned his name, your cheeks flushed and lips bruised and kiss swollen. He didn’t last long after his first glimpse because soon he was reaching his own end, swearing, accompanied by a moan of your name.

Only you could make him cum this hard. Especially after fourteen days of teasing, which somehow had made the sex even hotter and more intense this time.

You were spent by the time you came down from your cloud of bliss, hearing the tail end of the happy, content sighs from Steve. You pushed his messy hair off of his forehead and he gave you a tired smile, looking as fucked out as you probably did.

“Love you,” he murmured against your lips as he kissed you much softer.

It was something he always did no matter how romantic, kinky, intense or gentle the sex had been. He always had to make sure you knew he loved you.

“Love you too,” you smiled, enjoying the moments of closeness that came post sex.

You stopped him the moment you felt him move to retreat from within you.

“Nuh uh, I meant what I said about you staying inside me until I said so,” you huffed.

He was still relatively hard, both his cock and his libido eager for a round two. He knew you were all for it, as well. Besides, you wanted him buried to the hilt within you for as long as you could stand tonight because if it hadn’t been proved enough, you’d missed this dearly.

A thought suddenly occurred to Steve and his whole body shook with laughter and you gazed at him, confused.

“What?” you questioned, baffled.

“It’s kind of funny when you think about it,” he smirked, peering down at you before continuing with his thought.

“Who’s the insatiable one now?”

#steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fic #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things blurb #stranger things smut

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Please, can I request a fic about Kit Walker x fem reader inside Briarcliff where they're caught doing something wrong or making some stupid mistake the staff didn't like, but Kit stands up for her and takes the whole blame himself to spare her from being punished by Sister Jude, just like that one scene he did the same to protect Grace? Thank you sm!!

Kit Walker (Evan Peters in AHS) x Fem!Reader - “40 Lashes” (18+)

Hope I did your request justice anon <33 I actually tried to make it as close to the Grace x Kit scenario as possible so it’s like accurate hehe

CW: physical violence, a bit of sex, Sister Jude

*2nd person POV*

Words: 1063

Another day in Briarcliff would’ve felt like hell, if it wasn’t for your handsome distraction, Kit Walker. He was wrongly accused, like you were, a man like him not capable of the horrific crimes you knew Bloody Face committed. Kit was warm, gentle and sweet, a stark contrast to how the papers described him.

You were both assigned kitchen duty various times throughout the week, unsupervised for only fleeting moments as you talked.

You spoke mainly of escaping, and leaving Massachusetts altogether, to start a new life. Of course your planning was on the down low, everyday another day to try and figure out a secret route you could take out of there. Kit was onboard, desperate to leave this life behind and start a new one, with you.

“Hey, Y/N, Lana found a hidden tunnel underground, we have to check it out,” Kit comes up beside you, speaking just above a whisper as he kneads the bread on the counter.

“There’s no way,” you reply back in shock, your eye contact still in front of you as if you weren’t in conversation. You knew that if the nuns saw you, or worse heard you, they’d seperate you and you’d meet with the cane.

“Yes, yes she swears it, it’s our chance,” Kit excitedly reassures you, a smile rising on your face as you imagined a successful escape.

“When?” You asked him simply, turning towards Sister Felicity to watch her movements out of the corner of your eye.

“Tonight, we have to at least give it a try Y/N,” Kit begged, his hand coming in contact with yours on the bench.

“What do we have to lose?” He whispers, his shoulder now brushed against yours.

You nudge Kit as Sister Felicity leaves the kitchen, Kit watching her back as she walks away. Kit lets out a sigh of relief, knowing that you’re now alone and not being watched.

“Okay let’s do it,” you finally turn to him, and he looks down at you adoringly, before connecting your lips in a passionate kiss. A kiss you’d been craving since the last one, a long 2 days ago, when you were last alone.

Kit wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into him, the flour on his apron dusting the front of your uniform. He moans softly into the kiss, picking you up in your heated embrace and setting you down on the counter. His touch was so addictive, so rough but so gentle, you could feel yourself needing more of him the longer you kissed.

Kit felt it too, his fingers pulling down your panties off your legs, and riding up your dress. He dropped his own trousers, his erection a prominent outline in his underwear. He pulled them down too, not giving you a chance to prepare for him, before he entered you.

The feeling of him stretching you out almost forced a loud moan to escape your lips, but Kit muffled it with his mouth back on yours. He thrust into you at a fast pace, his eagerness to be inside you, pleasuring you, overruling all his senses.

He muffled his own moans by biting down on the skin of your neck, your hands scavenging at the material of the uniform on his back.

The loud click of a door was heard, and before Kit had the chance to pull away from you, both of your eyes settled on Frank, standing in the entry way, his eyes wide with surprise.

Kit quickly tore himself away from you, as you jumped off the counter and composed yourself.

“Don’t tell Sister Jude,” you let out in a frantic plea, approaching Frank as he dropped the boxes he was holding.

“I need help!” Frank suddenly calls out, two other guards rushing in at Frank’s command.

“Detain these two, we’re taking them to Sister Jude,” you and Kit stared at each other with wide eyes, as the guards hurled towards you, grabbing you by both your arms and holding them behind your back. Soon, you were in shackles, being pushed out of the kitchen and marched down to Sister Jude’s office.

“Ow! Fuck!” You turned your head back towards Kit, who had been rewarded a nasty punch in the face, bent over in pain from the harsh contact.

“Move! Let’s go,” the guard pushed on your shackles, as they dug into your wrists painfully, tears threatening to leave your eyes as you watched Kit cower from another blow.

You were both pushed in Sister Jude’s office, much to her amusement, as Frank explained what he saw. She let out a menacing laugh as the both of you stood side by side, Kit’s left eye now swollen and bruised.

“Couldn’t keep it in your pants you two? You disgust me,” Sister Jude spat, bending us both over her desk and retreating to her closet of canes.

“Which one shall we use, hm? 20 lashes on the both of you,” she spoke, Kit’s face red in anger as he suddenly stood up.

“Stand up Y/N, stand up,” he commanded, Sister Jude stopping in her tracks at Kit’s sudden pushback.

“I’m the guilty one here sister, she was a pawn,” Kit said, as you stood back and watched him, wondering what he was getting at.

“She‘s not the one that deserves to be punished; I am,” he said sincerely, his eyes narrowed in on Sister Jude as she listened intently.

“She just tried to help a friend- a desperate friend,” Kit finished, his face full of remorse, taking full accountability for our actions.

You said nothing, taking a deep breath as Sister Jude came up beside you.

“He seems to think, you’re just one big scoop, of melting strawberry ice cream,” she lets out a small laugh in disbelief, her face intimidatingly inches from yours. You hold your breath, terrified of what she might do now that Kit had spoken against her.

“Stand over there,” she suddenly instructs, and you oblige, moving to the side and watching in agony at Kit, who mouths to you that it’ll be okay.

“That was 20 lashes each, so that makes 40 for you,” she tells Kit, as he bends down over the desk again. You stand back hopelessly, as he cops the lashes meant for you both, feeling like every lash he took, you took to your heart.

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BLEACH: The Thousand Year Blood War Ep 17 Reactions and Thoughts

Overall reaction:

I must admit, I don't have much to say about this one. There were only three main events, and two of them I really liked.

Highlights:

Theory confirmed!: it was a theory everyone and their mother had, but it was still nice to get confirmation. So, Ichigo got glimpses of Reio's past, and more or less showed he has the power/ability to become the next Reio. Considering that the manga more or less skips over Ichigo's development after the attention turns back to the Soul Society, this additional content is welcomed for me. I looked forward to seeing what he'll have to do with Senjumaru (I assume they'll have a scene with the two of them). MY GIRL IS BACK: and she has some awesome gifs of her:

After so many years, seeing Momo for more then a minute was so great! And of course, she can LIFT! I'll admit, i laughed the first time I saw her pick up Shinji and carry him off, but now, I'm glad a fandom headcanon about her being hella strong got confirmed. Sajin vs Bambietta: talk about emotional! This was a fantastic adaption, and one that reminded me of what I came to really like about Sajin. Back when he fought Tosen, he looked down on his former friend seeking revenge for the sake of another. Tosen sought revenge against the Soul Society for not giving justice for his dead friend and letting the killer walk away unscathed. He transformed himself, both internally and then externally with his Ressureccion form, which was essentially a power up. In doing so, he gained sight for the first time in his life, and ended up calling Sajin 'ugly' because of his appearance; however, in his dying moments, wanted to see Hisagi's face, but was unable to do so. In the current fight, Sajin went through both the same and the opposite. He transformed into a human, but it was at the cost of handing his heart over to his Great Grandfather. He gained a power up that allowed him to defeat Bambietta, but as he was dying, he transformed back into a wolf, but into the form of an actual wolf. As he transforms and begins to lose himself, he reflects on how this is where revenge for Yamamoto has led him. Both men were out for revenge, and both gained something and lost something in return. For Tosen, he gained sight and immense power, but lost his life in the end because of Aizen, the man he chose to follow to complete his revenge quest. For Sajin, he gained immense power and stayed alive, but he lost his humanoid and beast man forms, unable to ever raise a sword or fight for the Soul Society ever again. He still has Iba, who as we saw is loyal to him through and through, but they can no longer fight together as equals. If I'm also not mistaken, I think it was said Sajin eventually loses his memories of being a Shinigami and currently lives in the woods? Correct me if I'm wrong. Gotta admit though, for all of the emotions this fight gives, I still can't ever how he looks as a human:

What a badass design! Overall, another adaption done right, and another character we have to say goodbye to. Seeing this actually makes me wonder if this was why Rindo Atau was picked to be Seventh Division's next lieutenant. With affinity towards animals, maybe he's able to summon Sajin to the Seventh Division?

So next episode, we have the, uh...beating fight of Rose and Knsei vs Mask de Mascuile. If nothing else, at least we'll get to see Rose's bankai animated, and hopefully they'll include some extra moments of these two at least showing off a little.

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The Reaper and The Death Angel Part 32

This is going to be a super long chapter so pour yourself a glass of whatever and take a shot every time there's a canon divergence. For anyone who like Criminal Minds, there is Morica in this.

Series Masterlist

Part 31

Contains: Angst, violence, canon divergence, impromptu medical procedures, fluff, follows the plot of season 2x13. Medical gore will be indicated as always by XX.

5.1K words

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Revenge is sweet and suffering is bitter.

"Looks like I was right, those are feds."

You pointed to the two people walking into the station in suits, "we're going to be here for a while, aren't we?"

You nodded, "sorry Juicy, it's probably going to be a few hours at least."

Two hours later, Unser came out, "the feds have been in with ATF all this time, no news yet."

Everyone had started to leave, Jax turning to Kip, "Sack, stay with my mum and y/n."

He nodded, "thanks bro."

Jax looped his arm around your body and pulled you into a hug, you placed a hand on his cheek and leaned in to kiss him. "I'll head back to the Clubhouse with Gem then go to your place and keep packing, I love you."

He smiled, "I love you too. Be safe and call me if you see anything strange."

The scene inside the station was pathetic, Stahl was sitting on one of the chairs with her head in her hands. Unser invited her into one of the private rooms to talk, he told her about what happened to Gemma, Stahl surprisingly reacted with sympathy.

"Ethan Zobelle is an FBI infomat, for three years now. He can tie the dirty deads of his organisation to the rich and mighty, judges, clergymen, a few senators, as well as all the white power shot callers. He's a goldmine, he keeps going while the feds fatten their case."

Unser shook his head, "no wonder this guy struts around like he's untouchable."

Stahl put a hand on his chest, "and the wheels of justice keep turning, don't they."

Unser told them what was going on, they didn't have enough to hold Weston and you were right about Zobelle, he couldn't be touched because he was working with the feds.

"Get to Otto, have him send word up the ranks, get us protected inside again and stops any backlash when we drop Weston." Jax nodded and slapped Clay on the shoulder, getting up to head to the prison.

"Hey, Weston's mine."

Tig smiled, "I know. Jax." He pointed to Zobelle coming out of the station, they watched as he turned down police protection and heard The Calaveras MC pull up. Jax left after staring the man down, riding away just as Clay started to talk to the others.

"Holy shit, talk about protecting their investment." They followed the car and the bikes through Charming. They were all sitting outside the cigar shop, waiting for Zobelle to come out. Jax drove up, having given the word to Otto.

"Is Weston out?"

Unser nodded, "I sent one of my men with him, he's at Sanwa CPS seeing his kids."

Jax nodded, "I'll catch him family services."

Opie tapped Jax on the back, "let's go brother." Sam followed and Chibs chimed in, "and me." The four of them left, leaving Clay and the others to deal with Zobelle.

Salazar crossed the street, being stopped by the cops in the middle of the road. They frisked him and Clay handed his gun to Tig, the two meeting between two patrol cars.

"I don't know what the drama's all about ese, I'm just buying a few cigars."

Clay shook his head, "we've got no beef with The Calaveras and our truce with the Mayans means you're being disrespectful by helping this Nazi asshole out. You need to buy cigars some place else."

Salazar grinned, "we're just picking up a friend, we won't be here long."

Clay got closer, "your friend hurt my Club, my town and my family, you've got no idea who you crawled into bed with."

Salazar looked towards the other Sons, "send your crew home Clay, let me do what I've got to do or we can turn Mainstreet into el Día de los Muertos."

He walked away, returning to his men, "why didn't you tell him Zobelle's a rat?"

Clay took another puff, "because he'd kill him and that's mine." They left soon after and while Salazar insisted they leave, Zobelle was unwilling to go without his daughter.

****

Jax, Opie, Sam and Chibs were waiting outside the CPS building for Weston, to their upset, he came out with one of his children before heading off to the tattoo parlour on the outer edge of charming.

"So they gave Weston a supervised visit with his kid, one of Unser's cops is watching. Little Cliffy couldn't go, he's on a psych eval."

Jax shook his head, "go figure."

Sam and Opie returned, having left the van to see what was going on inside the store. "Weston, his kid, two inkers, two customers and the cop."

Jax nodded, "is Freddy a friend?"

Opie's response was quick, "I think so, I'll call, get Weston away from his kid."

The call didn't last long, then they were going inside. Weston was shocked when he saw them, putting a protective hand on his little boy, "it's ok Dooky." Chibs put the shotgun behind his back and Jax tilted his head in bearly contained rage.

"Get rid of him." The conversation was quick, Jax felt a pang of sadness for the little boy, he could only imagine what you would say.

"You're doing him a service Jackson, no child chooses hate. He will be happier without his father."

"He never sees this." Jax nodded and Weston sat down, he waited until Weston met his eye to fire the silenced gun.

Bap bap bap bap bap bap

You were right, killing a man when you had to was as easy as breathing.

They returned to a warm welcome, Clay hugging Jax hard followed by a round of drinks. "Where's my mum?"

Jax was looking around for her face in the crowd, "her and y/n are out getting supplies, Sack's with them."

****

You helped Gemma out to the car, packing the bags as she looked over the fresh food, then something caught her eye. You stopped Gemma in her tracks, putting a hand up, "don't be stupid Gem, the ATF is all over them. What do you think will happen to you if you do anything to her."

It didn't matter, she must have seen red because she was pushing was aside and walking up to the blonde. You ran after her, but mercifully, Hale appeared out of nowhere, meeting your eye and doing his best to stop the situation.

"I know you turned down our help but you need to leave the area now for your own safety."

Polly gave a nasty smile and turned her head a fraction to you and Gemma, speaking out enough for you to hear, "it's fine, deputy, my daddy and I will be leaving soon."

The look on her face and the tone of her voice sent you off, stomping up to her in hopes that Gemma would have a moment to collect herself, "listen here, you little gender traitor. I don't give two shits what Gemma does to you, as far as I'm concerned, you deserve a bullet between your eyes but I won't have Gemma going to prison on your behalf so I'd listen to the good deputy or I'll be the one to open you from navel to nose."

Something about your approach must have frightened her because she pointed her softening gaze at Hale, "she just.."

Hale cut her off, "you started it miss, it's time for you to go."

Hale waited until she got into her car and you gently pushed Gemma into yours, "we're going home now, this is over Gem, don't let her ruin more of your life. If whatever you're planning goes sideways, ATF will place the blame on you."

You drove off and she got progressively madder as you got to the Clubhouse, when you pulled into the lot, she started, "my husband, my son and their brothers are out risking thier lives for me, I needed to do that."

You put a hand on her shoulder, "no you didn't. I know it feels like you do but killing her isn't going to undo what was done to you. Plus, wouldn't you rather she die in front of her dear old dad? None of them are rapists Gemma but I'm sure some of them can think of a pretty fucked up send off. She deserved to go just as frightened as you were."

A look of resolve came over her face, "you're right, I guess I just wanted to feel like I did something. Take my grandson home, I love you y/n."

You smiled, "you did do something Gem, you kept everyone together when shit was falling apart, that's far more pride worthy then taking out that poor excuse for a human."

****

Edmond Hayes waited for Stahl to show up, hiding a gun in the vent. She turned up soon after, trying to pull the same nonsense as always, "you're going to get me and my da killed."

She shook her head, "I'm your only chance now Edmond, you need to listen to me."

He wasn't having it, striking her and trying to run. He ran into the room with the gun and pulled it out, poking his head out of the doorway to see where she was, he didn't see her and he made his way to the door.

"Drop the gun and turn around." He didn't listen, raising the gun to fire. Stahl did what she had to.

****

Polly looked around at the scene, her boyfriend was dead, "turn around." It was Stahl, she took her gun and with a deep breath, faced the woman.

Bang

Stahl shot her once in the chest, killing her instantly, then there was a noise at the door, Cameron Hayes had come for his son. Stahl put herself together, acting upset and ran to open the door.

"Cameron you can't go in there, please." He pushed past her and found Edmond on the floor, dead, raising his gun to Stahl, she met him with her own. "It was the Sons, I saw them leave on their bikes before I got here." He slammed his hand into the table.

"Shit."

****

Zobelle was done waiting, he asked some of Salazar's men to stay in case his daughter showed up and left, being met but the Sons at the door. Even in the spring sun, the air felt cold as the bikes turned over. At the same time, the guys were pulling out of T-M, ready to meet the other Sons along the road.

They followed the car up the highway, when the moment arose, the van stopped and some of the men got out to fire a hailstorm of bullets at the car while Salazar fled.

Zobelle got out, running to the nearest gas station, it was the perfect cover, there was no way the Sons would be able to do anything with all the school children around.

****

"That should be the last of it Kip, he's not taking any furniture so after these boxes Jax will be all packed."

You phoned Jax, "hey, I didn't want to bother you with this, nothing's wrong."

You could still hear his worry over the phone, "what's going on?" Kip was in the bathroom collecting Abel's diapers.

"It's Gemma, I think she needs a bit of reassurance before she does something stupid. I managed to cool her down but if those scumbags stay in town much longer, she's going to go… fuck."

"Y/n, y/n." Hayes hung up the phone, the only thing you could see was the gun in your face. He shoved you down onto the dining chair and pointed the gun at Half Sack.

"What do you want?" He didn't speak, "whatever you think we did, it wasn't us."

He wasn't listening, "the Sons killed my Eddy, I think killing an old lady might even the score."

Half Sack, stepped forward and Hayes raised the gun, "don't get brave boyo." He sat when given the direction and Hayes made his way over to the now crying Abel.

"Don't fucking touch my child."

He smiled softly and picked up a knife, bringing it close to Abel, "a son for a son." Kip moved quickly, getting the blade buried into his abdomen. He gasped but hit the ground alive.

Hayes picked up Abel, rocking him until he stopped crying, "I know things must be hard for you now but please let me help him." He pointed the knife at Kip, signalling for you to help. You took a teatowel off the bench and pressed it to the wound, Half Sack letting out a pained moan, "it's not that bad, I need you to keep pressure on this, ok?" He nodded and you replaced your hands with his and you stood up.

"Can you put Abel down, please? Hurting him won't bring your little boy back." He didn't care what you said, hitting you over the head with the gun and walking out with Abel. You weren't stunned long enough for him to leave, crouching down, pulling out your gun and firing at him.

Expect the blow to the head gave you double vision and the shot went wide, grazing his side instead of ending up in his spine. He turned and fired at you, the bullet bouncing off the door frame before you felt a stinging heat in your ribs.

The air was knocked out of you and by the time you could breathe again, he was gone. There was no way you could after him, and you put your hope in Jax coming back with enough time to cut him off.

"You still with me Kip?" He groaned behind you but you had another problem, the pressure in your chest was making it hard to breathe. You could feel the bullet between your ribs so it hadn't done much damage, the pain only meant one thing, a tension pneumothorax.

Just as you dragged yourself back to the kitchen with the first aid kit, Jax and Chibs arrived, "y/n, Darlin."

His heart stopped when he saw you, "I'm fine Teller. Hayes got Abel, by the boat keys in his pocket he's going to the docks. I winged him, if you go now, you might catch up."

It took him a few seconds but he left, yelling at Chibs to stay behind. "How much of those medical textbooks I gave you have you read?" He was kneeling by Half Sack trying to stop the bleeding.

"Enough, what do you need." You had put all the tools out on the table and pulled a bottle of iodine from the bag, pouring it over your ribs and the medical equipment.

"I need you to walk me through how you'd place a chest tube for someone bleeding into their chest." He froze, "now Chibs, I'm going to die if you don't start talking."

XXXXXXXXXX

It blurred out of his mouth so fast you couldn't keep up but you already knew what to do, biting into a towel, you took the scalpel and sliced your side, cutting through the layers of your chest wall until there was a gush of blood. The relief was immediate when you shoved the tube into the cut, sliding down onto the floor as the pressure eased.

XXXXXXXXXXX

"You gonna pass out on me Telford?"

He grunted, "that was hardcore." Kip was fading in and out of consciousness, you could hear the sirens in the distance, "I think that's the ambulance now, I called them when I went to get the first aid kit."

He swallowed and looked from you to Kip, "tell me Jax will get there in time."

He didn't meet your eyes, "Jax will get there in time."

****

Jax was speeding so fast that if he came off now, he would die, but he didn't care, he had to get to his son. He had called the others as he was leaving and they met him on the highway, the sound of their bikes filling the air.

He stopped when Opie went through the barbed wire, his hands shaking with fear and rage. He could see Hayes's car becoming more and more unstable on the road before there was the horrible noise of metal meeting metal.

Hayes had crashed into a guardrail at the dock, as he stumbled out, he had the baby carrier in his hand. Jax's hands were shaking too much to get off a good shot so he settled for running full speed after Hayes but just as he gained ground, Hayes was gone.

Before the utter hopelessness set in, he heard Sam yell, "JAX, JAX." When he turned around, Sam was holding your son, having taken him out of the car unharmed, Hayes must have taken him out of the car seat and run off with it in hopes of distracting them.

After the relief hit him like a train, a wave of realisation punched him in the face. When he left you, you were bleeding. He raced home, only to be greeted by Chibs covered in blood, shaken up and looking lost. The cops were there, and Hale was taping off the house. Jax was holding onto Abel, the fear still present, he felt like if he ever put him down again, he would be taken again.

"What happened?"

Chibs shook his head, "they're both on their way to the hospital. Y/n was awake and talking when they left but Half Sack wasn't looking good. It was rough Jacky Boy, like the middle of a war zone rough. Your old lady's one strong woman."

Hale approached Jax, "do you know what happened?"

Jax was in shock, "can we talk about this later?"

Hale nodded, "of course, I'm sure you want to be spending your time at the hospital."

"I can go inside? I need to pack a few things for Abel before I leave."

Hale looked around and nodded, "yeah, I'll have to walk you through. Just a fair warning Jax, it's a mess."

Jax took a deep breath and stepped under the crime scene tape, what met him first was the smell of wet iron. There was blood everywhere, as he walked to the bathroom, he could see streaks of red on the wall, clearly made by your smaller hands. He looked down at the carpet, a long line of blood was down the hallway and back.

He shoved diapers into the bag and left, unable to stomach the sight much longer. When he left the house, Sam put a warm hand on his shoulder, "I'll drive you to the hospital, she's going to be fine Jax, trust me."

Jax's leg bounced all the way there, he would turn to look at Abel in the backseat every few minutes. "Can you calm the fuck down, if she was awake when they left, it's not that bad." The words didn't even register.

Jax slowed down as they pulled up to St Thomas, feeling a terrible sense of fear that made him want to crawl under his bed like a child. He ran inside, Sam following closely with Abel in his arms.

He went up to the front desk and waited for someone to talk to him, he was standing there numb when a nurse gestured for him to sit down. "You girlfriend is in surgery, it's looking good and she should be out in about half an hour. Your friend, on the other hand, is touch and go, he's lost a lot of blood and the knife knicked his liver. We'll keep you updated, in the meantime, I can take you to a quiet waiting room so you can wait for your partner."

Jax waited, pacing back and forth, the others arrived with Gemma, Ima and Lyla in tow soon after he did, waiting with him. He went from holding Abel and glaring at anyone who got too close to handing him to Sam and going outside to smoke.

Around forty minutes after they arrived, the nurse came to get him, "Dr l/n is resting now, you can come and sit with her. Everything went well and other than a few new scars she'll be fine. However, she needs to rest, there was some blood loss so she's going to feel weak for a little while."

She took a deep breath, "Mr Epps is still in surgery and will likely need a long hospital stay, but we will keep you updated." Jax followed the nurse into the room, other than the IV in your arm and the oxygen mask on your face, he would have thought you were sleeping.

He pulled up a chair, sat down, grabbed you hand and waited for you to wake up while Sam called all your friends.

"Billy's one of her emergency contacts so he already knows, Derek will be here soon and Billy's flying in from New York now. She's going to be fine Jax, this isn't even in the top ten worst things she's been through."

****

"When is she going to wake up?"

Sam shook his head, "dude, it's been an hour. You heard the nurse, she needs rest." Gemma had taken Abel home under an armed escort, Hale had yet to stop by, which Jax was grateful for.

"I need coffee, are you good for me to leave?"

Jax nodded, "I'll get you one too, you look like you need it." While he waited for Sam, Derek showed up.

"You doing ok?"

Jax shrugged and Derek sat down next to him, "she's going to be fine, this is nothing."

Jax nodded softly, "people keep telling me that."

"I know how you're feeling."

Jax raised his eyebrows, "really, how could you know that?"

Derek took a deep breath, "I met my wife Penelope in Afghanistan, she was a civilian technical analyst. Walking into that tent that day was like nothing else I've ever experienced, it was like the whole world stopped spinning." Jax knew what he was talking about.

"Of course, y/n knew, she smiled and said it looked like I had been bewitched. Every moment with her was a breath of fresh air, no matter what happened outside the wire, if I could see her face, life was good." Derek continued.

"I asked her out when I left the Marines, and of course she said yes. Then she started working for Anvil, but she's kind and soft and started to use our servers to help people solve their lost ones cold cases and she was shot by a perp. My whole world ended when I got the call."

"I prayed for the first time in decades, but Penelope woke up and we're fine. Trust me when I say this, y/n is the toughest motherfucker I've ever met, it's going to take a lot more than a graze to the ribs to take her down."

Jax took a deep breath, "I can't lose her, she's my everything."

Derek smiled and put a hand on his shoulder, "she's your God given solace."

Jax had never had his feelings be put into better words.

****

"Ow, fuck." Jax lifted his head, there had been a parade of people in and out for the last two hours, he was tired and wanted nothing more than to hear your voice.

He put his hand on yours as you went to pull the mask off your face, his hand moved to your shoulder and pressed firmly as you gained awareness and went to sit up.

"Abel?"

The look of terror on your face made his chest hurt, "is home safe with mum."

He saw you visibly relax, "Kip?"

Jax took a deep breath, "got out of surgery around an hour ago, he's lost part of his liver so he's going to be here a while."

You waved your hand over to the cup of water on the side table and Jax picked it up, holding it while you drank from the straw. "I really need to brush my teeth. When I can get out of here?"

Jax was taken aback, "what?"

You rolled your eyes, "when can I get out of here?"

He shook his head, "I'll go get the nurse."

He returned seconds later with a man in scrubs, "when can I leave? I'll AMA if I have to"

The nurse shook his head, "the earliest? Three days."

You shook your head, "two max."

He shrugged, "looking at your medical records, I can see a long list of AMAs so I'll take it. Can I get you something to eat?"

You nodded, "pudding would be nice please, it's the only edible thing in this place."

He came back soon after with the pudding, "thank you."

Jax watched your every move, "I'm sorry."

You shook your head, "why are you apologising? I'm fine, Abel's fine and Kip's going to pull through. All's well that ends well."

Jax was sure he couldn't get more surprised, "how are you so calm about this?"

You shrugged, "because I've been shot, blown up, burnt, drowned, tortured and beaten a thousand times before, I'm in an American hospital with great health insurance, this is nothing."

Jax chuckled, "holy shit woman, you're something else."

You nodded and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, "do you want me to get Gemma to bring Abel?"

You shook your head, "eww, no, hospital germs. He's only eight months old, he can't fight off what's floating around these halls. We're all more likely to die for a hospital-related infection than this shit."

Jax laughed, "you're sure you're ok?"

You nodded, "fine, what do you want me to say to the cops?"

*****

Hale and Stahl came into your room once you were totally awake, "we need to speak to you alone."

You shook your head, "if my family isn't here my lawyer will need to be."

Hale turned to Stahl, "she's just been shot and almost lost her child, I don't see the harm in letting someone stay with her."

Stahl shrugged, "fine, but no one affiliated with the Club."

You smiled, "Jackson, beloved, can you go Billy please?" Billy had only arrived half an hour before and had only stopped in for a few seconds before following your request to start looking for Hayes.

Jax shuttered, poor Stahl had no idea what was about to hit her. Jax got up and came back with Billy a minute later, he still looked perfect despite the stress he was under.

"Thank you Jax, we'll call you back in once she's given her statement."

Billy baulked, "it's not really your choice who sits in this room."

His face became hard, "unless your insinuating that Jax is abusing my best friend and that's why she can't be honest."

The air turned cold, and Stahl felt a cold chill up her spine, "not at all sir, we just need to make sure no one can call her statement into question."

Billy sat down in Jax's chair, his eyes landing on Stahl, "what do you remember?"

You glared at her, "I don't think you remember the last time we had a conversation more than two minutes long, but I refuse to talk to you without my lawyer, I'll give my statement to Hale, you can sit in the corner if you must be present."

She sulked away and Hale sat on the other side of the bed, "start for the beginning."

"Kip and I were packing the last of Jax's stuff so he could move in with me. A man with a thick Irish accent entered the home talking about the Sons killing his kid, we went to kill me but Abel distracted him. In trying to protect Abel and me, Kip was stabbed, I went to take Abel from this man and he struck me with his gun." You tilted your head to show to small bruise on your temple.

"I had terrible double vision so when I went to shoot him in hopes of disabling him to save my child, the shot missed and went through his side. He turned around and fired, the bullet grazed the door frame, fragmented and a shard entered my rib cage." You reached over and took another drink.

"It became clear to me with my combat experience that I was at risk of developing a punctured lung so prepared to place a temporary chest tube to alleviate the pressure, I call the ambulance for Kip and me and got ready to do what I need to do." Hale didn't open his mouth and Billy was staring so nastily at Stahl that she wouldn't dare speak.

"I didn't call the cops for fear they would try to force a statement by using withholding care which has happened many times to others before. Just as I was getting ready, Jax and Philip came in, having heard the start of the altercation over the phone. I told them what had happened and that I saw a boat key on the man's hip and they left." Billy was recording the whole time so he could make sure everyone's statements lined up.

"Jax left, I instructed Philip to help Kip and I placed the chest tube in my chest. After that my memory gets spotty, I imagine from blood loss and shock, but I remember telling the paramedics my blood type and the last time I ate. Before you ask, the gun is mine and is registered."

Hale spoke for the first time, "what exactly did he say to you."

You rubbed your face, "the Sons killed my Eddie, then, maybe killing an old lady will even the score, when Kip went to help he said don't get brave boyo and then the last thing he said was a son for a son."

Stahl shifted in her chair, "I don't know who that man was or what he was doing in Jax's house but whoever did kill his son was almost responsible for two deaths and the kidnapping of my child. Let's hope I never find out who because I will spend the rest of my life making sure they rot behind bars."

You knew it was Stahl, you could tell by the way she was acting, "is that all David?"

He nodded, "thank you, we'll leave you to rest."

They left and Billy snarled, "what a bitch."

You slapped his chest, "you know how I feel about that word William."

He pressed his eyes closed, "I know, sorry. I'll go download the guys so they keep the story straight."

"Thank you."

Billy left and Jax came back in soon after, "how did it go?"

You shrugged, "Hale bought it, but Stahl might want to watch out for tall building, I've never seen Billy hate someone so fast."

Jax laughed, "your friends are really scary."

"I know right, you should see Aden in action, he makes Happy look like Santa."

Jax shuddered, "I don't think I want to."

"Can you help me up, please. I really need to pee."

Jax laughed and offered his hand "sure Darlin, let me get the nurse first."

Part 33

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Notes: Previously...

***

“Jax’s onto us.”

After hours at the barbecue, Sansa and Jon had finally managed to drag Rickon back home. He was exhausted, but really happy.

Sansa had also had some fun. She couldn’t relax -not like before -but she’d talked to other people, laughed some…

“Jon… Honestly, I’m shocked he doesn’t know everything yet. It’s not like it’s a big secret; he can find that information very easily.” She reminded him.

“About your parents, yes.” Jon conceded. “But what about Ramsay?”

Sansa sighed. She looked around, just to make sure Bran and Rickon were really in their bedroom.

Yes, it wasn’t that hard to know what had happened to the Starks. Sansa wasn’t sure if it’d been national news -she hadn’t been paying attention to the coverage back at the time -but in New York it felt like everyone knew about it.

The death of a man like Judge Eddard Stark couldn’t just be overlooked. Especially when it looked like a very convenient accident.

Sansa’s father was the type of man that faced hard criminals his whole life. He was a rare type of man: honest to a fault, wise, fair but never soft. She had admired her father greatly, and thought there was no better person out there.

Her mother had always been a homemaker and taken care of all of them. She’d been Sansa’s best friend, her shoulder to cry on and a sweet -yet firm -mother.

Then, one night, they went out for dinner and never came back. It was an accident, they said. A truck crossed a red light and hit their car. They died at the scene.

The trucker was never found.

Obviously, speculation about the case started immediately. Many people believed it hadn’t really been an accident, especially because no one could find the person driving the truck.

Robb had been the most vocal about it all. He gave interviews, demanded justice for his family, answers.

Five months later, he was shot during a mugging.

At least that was what the police told Sansa.

She knew it wasn’t really what happened, but at that point she was alone with two young brothers and almost no help.

No wonder she’d fallen so fast for Ramsay’s bullshit.

“Nobody knows about Ramsay.” Sansa pointed out. “Just us.”

Jon sighed. “Do you think he’s still after you?”

“Definitely. It’s not even about the money anymore. He’s probably just pissed that I left.”

“He’s dangerous, Sansa.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Trust me, Jon, I haven’t forgotten that.”

Jon sighed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to imply you had.”

She massaged her temples. “No, I’m sorry. I brought our problems to your door, and you…”

He grabbed her by the shoulders. “Don’t say that. I’d never leave you to face all of this alone. If I had known…”

“I know.” She assured him. She paused for a bit. “Do you think… Do you think Jax would turn me over to Ramsay if he knew about it?”

Jon frowned. “I’m not sure.” He admitted. “Jax isn’t stupid and he wouldn’t want to get into some pissing contest with someone like Ramsay over a family he barely knows. But at the same time…” Jon shook his head. “I don’t know.”

“Nobody knows about Ramsay.” Sansa said once again. “If he finds out about our family, so what?”

“There’s the money.” Jon reminded her.

“No one can touch the money for now.” Sansa reminded him. “That’s why Lysa keeps trying to get the kids.”

“Does she know where you are?”

“No. After we left Boston, I made sure she didn’t know where we were going, but she’s probably still looking.”

“So we keep doing what we’re doing; you and the boys keep a low profile.”

“That’s the plan.”

They shared a long look.

“It’ll get easier, Sansa.” Jon told her softly.

“When?” She asked, exhausted.

“Someday.”

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Dumbledore’s Secrets review.... thoughts..... It’s a mess

I just watched Fantastic beasts and where to Find them Dumbledore Secrets. I have thoughts,  and I have ALOT of questions. Under this Gif, I shall be Spoiling EVERYTHING I can remember So If you do not Like spoilers Please. Do not read. 

First, what I thought this movie would be about, Credence learning how to use magic. and Getting all angry at Albus and Going after him for abandoning him (which kind of happened) And about the How to Break the Blood Vow thing. Albus and Grindlewald made.

-I Knew about the change of Grindlewald I wasn’t a huge fan of the change, (( I am completely Justice for Johnny But if they had to Change the actor.. a Charming Guy would have been better. I get this guy is supposed to be Evil. But he’s supposed to be also Charming to Woo people into agreeing with him. Mads. Didn’t do it for me. Personal opinion. 

Tina 

I knew Tina wasn’t going to be in it (those I was HOPING For more scenes than just 2!)) I am Hopeful for the next movie. she is Fully Back! it made NO sense she would jump and focus on her career after her Sister Joined the Dark side and basically just ignored it? 

-Credence in general

. With the Actors behavior for almost 2 years now with assault etc. Makes sense that they would kill him off, Just so they wouldn’t have another thing to Deal with like what is happening with Amber Heard (( the petition to Kick her out of Aquaman 2 is Now at 4 million!)) the writers, producers, probably Killed him off Due to that. cause they already Knew they were dealing with Bad Press by firing Johnny. One less hassle. that being said, the way they just had him dying (And Not really Showing him Sick until halfway thru when he fought Dumbledore, and then after that fight, he looked like Death was on his door. could have been better. they should have shown Him Ill and Unwell sooner. and what happened to his BFF Voldy Snake? Wtf happened to her?? the Big secret is that He wasn’t actually a brother of Albus but his Nephew. I won’t lie. that surprised me. 

-Newt and the Creatures

, For a Movie series.. about Fantastic beasts. there aren’t many creatures in this movie. I did enjoy watching ppl recognize him Over his brother, and that scene where the brothers are holding hands was cute. Also, the scene where Newt had his hand on Tina’s waist for a second was cute. Newt seemed more open and Huggy and touchy in this movie. which I will Say I enjoyed! 

-Jacob 

I Loved that he got a wand. Does it make Absolutely ANY sense that a Muggle has a wand? Hell  No. Did I enjoy those? Yes. That Being said. Excuse me! you had Jacob a Muggle. who’s been watching his friends play with magic for years now (or however long it is in the movie) We don’t have a scene of him playing with the wand trying to make things Float, or explode Ect we were ROBBED Of seeing him playing with the wand! For a man who just got unlimited power, he didn’t play with it! it was the most unrealistic thing in the movie!

Queenie 

It took me a solid second to realize she was Even Queenie when she was on the other side. she looked so different. I wished they plaid out More that she was regretting her choices. and that she didn’t turn back too Good till the next movie. But still, seeing her Pining for  Jacob and saving him, etc. it would have made the reunion better for me. 

things that Didn’t make sense in the movie  ((If I’m wrong please correct me!))

they probably mentioned it in the harry potter books But Dumbledore’s sister was an Obscurial... while her brothers were both wizards.. who attended Hogwarts. How is that possible? She knew the existence of power, her parents Knew the existence of magic. and let her brothers go off but ignored her? (( i was reading quickly on a wiki page that she hurt some muggle boys and she just.. felt so ashamed she stopped using magic? if that was the case. wouldn’t her family be like “your gonna die if you don’t use your magic!!” and try to fix the problem? IDK that’s my thoughts 

the magical elections? 

So In the original HP movies, we see that England has their own magical Government, Same thing for FBAWTFT ....we even are introduced to both leaders. But in this movie. it’s one person to rule ALL of the magical worlds? 

wtf is the point of the magical ministry if it is One Ruler to Rule ALL of the magical worlds. Why would England vs America have different Rules (( Like in America you can’t marry a muggle? but in England, you can)) Please explain that to me! Did I miss something? or is that how it goes down? they even showed a German Ministry! 

the blood promise in general they made SUCH a huge deal about this thing last movie. to this movie barely being mentioned? they set it up that we would be trying to Figure out How to break it to just be “Nah can’t break it mate” to Kaboom. with the power of Love, I break the Blood promise?

I’m sorry about the “Voting” If for years you actually voted and all of the sudden you’re going to go back to an old tradition where a creature doe thing picks.. wouldn’t you idk Ask questions? like Why? Speaking of that cute little Creature. 1) Clearly Jacob is Prue of heart and Gold wtf didn’t it bow down to Jacob? 

2) Or Newt cause let’s face it. those boys are Pure Goodness 

3) YOUR TELLIN’ ME! THE MAN WHO RAISED HARRY POTTER JUST TO BUTCHER HIM AT THE RIGHT TIME! who internally was Only invested In harry to have him Killed off at the right time is Prue of Heart? I Love dumbledore but he isn’t “pure of heart” he’s Cunning and Brilliant and he makes sacrifices but Pure of heart? No. Sorry No. I’m not saying he isn’t a great Guy. But no. that man allowed Harry to live in a house where he was mentally, and physically abused and slept under a staircase for years. and Turned his head on it. a person pure of heart would have Snatched Harry out from his Aunts and uncles and given him a good life. a happy life! 

4)In the first movie they mention that No Maj and witches and wizards cannot interact in America that which was against the law, the second one. Queenie and Jacob are in love and Queenie wants to get married. but Jacob is scared they would take her away and refused. that’s why she turns to the dark side? but now they can just get married in Queens? without breaking any law? wtf was that about 

5) the excuse for Tina not being around is awful!. Did she get a promotion? her sister turned evil, and her boyfriend / and friends are fighting the big Bad but let’s stay focused on work? Even theasus was there helping out. Other its the excuse she had Covid throughout the entire movie process (( or was scared idk..)) Or the fact she spoke up against JK Rowling and JK was pissed and cut her almost completely out am annoyed. I’m Sorry I love the series but I watch 70% for the magical creatures 10% for the magical world and 20% because Tina and Newt together are adorable as HELL and I felt cheated out of the corny cheesy scenes with them! 

6) How did Credence Now how to 1) use that spell to write to the dumbledore’s 2) Know about Albus’ brother? 

7) I know they said the girl Albertius (Albus’ brother) was taken away. for some reason.. but ... Did he know about the child? did he just let his baby and love dash off without fighting to get them back? wtf expected better from a dumbledore. 

8) I already mentioned this. Jacob getting a wand. Just..as comic relief and Fun and ect I enjoy him having a wand.. but realistically.. shouldn’t that just be a stick to him? how the Heck can he use magic he’s Not magical. he’s a muggle. No magical being it’s in the definition! lol, I loved seeing him in Hogwarts and interacting with the Kids. and I slightly wished the doe creature bowed to Jacob at the vote. President Jacob! lol 

All in all... this movie... this was a movie. I’ll buy it I have too to complete my collection but honestly... wasn’t this movie delayed due to covid? IDK I expected More. and better I guess... especially with Jacob having a wand. I wanted Newt to try to teach him a simple spell and it just blows up on jacobs face like in the first HP movie when the kids are learning how to use their magic. Miss opportunity! 

My rating 

4/10

#fanastic beats and where too find them #fbawtft #dumbledore secret #Albus Dumbledore #dumbledore albus #young dumbledore #newt scamander #jacob kowalski #jacob x queenie #queenie goldstein #tina goldstein #Credence #credence dumbledore #gindlerwald #harry potter #harry potter movies #spoilers

[obsessedftshit]

Young Justice S2 Ep20 Part 1

Guys, I would've openly cried when Kid Flash died but I was watching Young Justice on my phone in the living room and my whole fam was there so I didn't wanna them to see me crying over a cartoon but nooooo. Y did they just kill off Wally?! There was no need. I think either the voice actor didn't wanna play Wally anymore but they could've always brought another voice actor but then again it wouldn't be the same. This is my first theory. My second theory...I DON'T HAVE ONE! Y DID THEY KILL HIM OFF?! THERE WAS ACTUALLY NO REASON TO KILL HIM OFF! I'm actually so sad guys 😭.

Nah cause look how cute these two r and now Artemis is left all alone. They did both of them dirty. Killing off Wally and then leaving Artemis heart broken.

Ahhh but they're so cute. Now we're never gonna get to see them together again 😭.

Also, when Artemis was speaking through the comms but Wally interrupted her by kissing her. I loved that scene. It's so adorable cute and I loved how their kissing noises were going through the comms and whoever was on the comms was like "Hello...hello..." I love Wally for that.

No cause urghhhhh. Flash literally told Bart to run slower so Wally could catch up but Bart AND Barry didn't slow down and then he was being disintegrated. Nah cause even Blue Beetle's scarab told him that Wally will disappear and he just stood there dumbfounded like "wdym?" LIKE WDYM "WDYM?"! GO SAVE HIM. BUT NO HE JUST STOOD THEIR WAITING.

I HAD TEARS WELLING UP. THEY DIDN'T HAVE TO MAKE HIS DEATH LOOK SO PAINFUL. I MEAN IT WASN'T BUT IT WAS TO ME! Nah but guys, they should bring him back cause he only disintegrated. U know how in marvel Ant Man how Hope's mom disappeared cause she turned so small and was stuck in this dimension but no one knew, maybe Wally is also just lost somewhere. Maybe his particles r just scattered somewhere and need to be found so they could bring them together to make Wally again. It's literally like in TMNT 2003 S7 where Master Splinter got blasted by smth and he disappeared but Donnie found out that his particles were scattered and that he could find them and then join them together to make Master Splinter whole again. THEY NEED TO DO THAT WITH WALLY.

She's so heartbroken 💔. I don't blame her. She lost her boyfriend. Her love for this superhero business. Although, she doesn't blame his death on the whole superhero thing, I would've if I was her. I wanted her to start shouting at Barry and Bart for letting him die and all but they didn't do that cause she's better than that BUT STILL.

Stop. I can't watch this scene even through these gifs cause it's breaking my heart 😭.

Side note, y is she so goddamn beautiful when she cries?! Nah cause if I was Wally, I'd defo make her cry so I can see her beautiful crying face. How can she not look bad crying?! I'm jealous. At least now I can officially have her since her man is no more 🥲.

Gifs made by me

#dc #dc young justice #dc justice league #justice league #young justice #gifs #dc gifs #young justice gifs #young jusitce review #wally x artemis #artemis x wally #wally #kid flash #artemis #flash #bring back wally #bring back kid flash

[bandagedknight]

self para | forever a fist

marc learns that his suspicions have been correct all along, khonshu has not released him. but with the impending multiversal collapse, he might have bigger issues.

trigger warnings: violence, slight gore mention

Marc found himself blinking away bright, hot sunlight sunlight, a stark contrast to the comfort of his dark apartment that he now shared with Layla in Brooklyn. 

Panic rose in his chest as he realized that he didn’t know where he was. 

He was standing in an alleyway, and the there was water in the distance, and a lighthouse. Arabic was sketched into the wall in front of him. Alexandria. Marc was in Egypt again. 

Feeling hot all of a sudden, the mercenary reached up to wipe some sweat off of his forehead, pulling his hand back down to see crimson. Marc’s stomach dropped, feeling like he was gonna be sick right then and there. Seconds later he noticed a bloodied man on the ground in front of him, his face no longer recognizable. He was clearly far gone. Marc could point out a bullet hole, and he stumbled back and closed his eyes tightly as all of the pieces started to fit back in place. But he wasn’t sure he even wanted to know what the final picture was. 

“Hello, Marc Spector.” 

The bitter laugh that escaped Marc surprised even him as he whipped around to shoot a glare in between the empty, sunken skull of the God. “What the hell is this?” He barked, furious as he clenched his fists at his sides. “We had a deal. I... I did what you asked of me, Steven and I are done.”

Marc knew by the stupid bird’s tone that Khonshu would have looked amused had his face not just been a hollow skull. “You didn’t actually believe that I would be so kind as to release you? You are indebted to me for as long as you walk this Earth. Although you seem to forget that you are only walking around and not still lifelessly floating in a shallow pool no thanks to me.” 

Marc’s shoulders just tensed, his jaw square as he tried to keep his rage in check. Khonshu was right. He was stupid to think that this would be over that easily. That he would ever be able to stop hurting and killing any more people than he already had. 

That maybe, just maybe he could just settle down with Layla. 

Khonshu owned him. 

“I was sticking to my word. You and Steven Grant no longer carried out justice on my behalf. You just didn’t know how fractured your mind truly is when you made that demand.” 

Marc had been ignoring the obvious for so long, and now that Khonshu was shoving it in his face he couldn’t ignore it anymore. He and Steven weren’t alone. There was someone else, who was clearly more willing to do what Khonshu asked of them. Probably the same someone else who got him discharged from the Marine Corps. Marc knew he was sick. He had known for quite some time now. But watching as the God just taunted him, continued to manipulate him with it… The fire in his chest raged on as his face just reddened. 

“My new arrangement was working out nicely for awhile. But I’m afraid there are extenuating circumstances that require me to put you to work again. Reality as we know it is collapsing. And working with part of you won’t be enough to combat it. I need all of you. The worm, too.”

Marc's mouth was already opening to object, but as per usual, Khonshu interrupted him. 

“I’m sure I don’t need to remind you again that you are my Moon Knight. And I can reverse your resurrection and find a more suitable avatar if you refuse to comply,”

“And Marc? Clean this mess up.” Khonshu referred to the bloodied body on the ground of the alleyway in front of them, turning his beak up at the scene. 

That had done it. Before Marc’s brain even caught up to what he was doing, his fist was flying directly for Khonshu’s ugly beak. The Egyptian God faded away instantly though, so Marc just ended up swinging at the air and nearly making himself fall over from the force, which only pissed him off more. 

“Khonshu!” Marc shouted, his voice hoarse as he scanned around the alley and tried to calm his breathing. His eyes were wet with hot tears, but he bitterly wiped at them with his bare arm before they had a chance to make their way down his cheek. 

His phone buzzed and he pulled it out to be met with a text from Layla, one of about twenty of his wife asking where the hell he was. The date on his phone read June 19th. Two weeks since he’d last seen her. 

As much as he wanted to rent out a hotel room and just deal with all of this again on his own, Marc fought the urge and instead clicked on Layla’s contact and called her. 

#self para #this is mostly self indulgent #but also for some plot reasons

[ptergwen]

i just finished watching the end of one of the nwh interviews on repeat solely cuz tom is so handsome and his voice was so endearing… do u think u could write smth where he’s flirting w reader during an interview and she’s getting all flustered and just AH

w/c: 704

warnings: one swear and tom being a little shit

a/n: a concept i absolutely adore! omg i’m so sorry for the wait but whew nwh press tom was something else entirely i hope i did him justice and that u enjoy <3

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“you’re looking in the wrong camera, darling. it’s this one right here,” tom chuckles and points straight ahead. “oops, my bad. i didn’t see you there,” you wink at the correct camera filming you and tom.

you’re beginning your first round of interviews for the day to promote the latest installment of spider-man. this one is just you and tom, which is always a treat. you get your boyfriend all to yourself. he tends to take advantage of it on the rare occasions it happens, with his constant touches and stolen glances at you. it can be quite distracting, throw you off your game.

not today, though. you won’t let him have it.

“hey, guys. it’s tom holland,” tom introduces. he gestures to you. “and y/n y/l/n. we’re here to answer all your burning questions,” you continue. “about our new movie, spider-man: no way home,” tom finishes for you, bumping his knee against yours. “ladies first,” he prompts you. “what a gentleman,” you sigh dreamily, grabbing your pile of cards with the fan questions.

“let’s get into it. what can you tell us about the movie?” you read off. “nothing,” tom deadpans, earning a giggle from you. he smiles at that. “no, yeah. we’re gonna have to plead the fifth on this one,” you concur. “you’ll be happy we did. you can thank us later,” he wiggles his eyebrows. “basically, peter’s life goes to shit,” you hint. “like it wasn’t already,” tom jokes.

he flips over a card next, his features holding amusement.

“what was your favorite scene to shoot together and why?” tom asks. his eyes lock with yours. “our last one ‘cuz it was finally over. i’ve had enough of this guy,” you tease.

“interesting. i’d say our big kiss, for the obvious reasons,” tom casually reveals. “spoilers!” you gasp, a grin threatening to form on your lips. “oh, there’s always a kiss scene,” tom defends. “little behind the scenes fact, i kept messing up the shot on the day so we’d get to redo it,” he speaks to the camera.

“shut up, you did not,” you widen your eyes, using your cards to hit his knee. “i did! i saw the opportunity, and i took it,” tom insists. your face becomes hot under his gaze, which trails down to your lips. “and here i was, thinking you just sucked at your job,” you play it off.

tom’s eyes find yours again. you lose yourself in them for a moment. one of his hands settles on your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. you chew your bottom lip as his fingers dance over the fabric of your dress.

“your turn,” tom murmurs. you squint in confusion. “the questions, darling,” he reminds you. “mhm… the questions, yeah,” you repeat to yourself. he retrieves the next card for you with a smirk. “um…” you clear your throat, sitting up in your chair.

tom hands you your card. you pass him a grateful smile.

“iconic characters from previous spider-man franchises make a comeback in this film,” you start, glancing over at tom. he nods as he listens on. “how does it feel to be able to bring them back to the big screen?” you read.

“oh my god, i mean, it was so special. i think i speak for all of us when i say we’re so honored to have been able to work with…”

you trail off when you feel tom’s hand on your cheek suddenly. you shoot him a look.

“you’ve got a bit of lipstick on your… hold on,” he lets out a laugh. his thumb swipes over the corner of your lips. “i almost have it,” he swears, leaning in.

he sets his cards down in his lap and grabs your shoulder. he draws you closer to him, his breath fanning over your face. your lips part instinctively as he wipes away the smudged lipstick.

“there you are. gorgeous as ever,” tom announces once he’s done. his fingertips caress your cheek softly before leaving your face. “go on, that was gonna be a good answer,” he encourages. “thank you,” you mumble, bringing a hand up to your cheek. it’s all tingly. “i, uh, where was i?” you wonder.

goddamnit, you folded.

#tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland x famous!reader #tom holland x actress!reader #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #tom holland smut #tom holland imagine #tom holland fic #tom holland fanfiction #peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker smut #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker imagine

[intoguyswayhotterthanme]

Bruno Madrigal - Casitas crumble

plot: Reader(she/her) is wife of Bruno Madrigal but when Casitas is crumbling and reader can’t seem to escape the pain, she finally reveals her truth

The Madrigals weren’t sure where you were from, but you had turned up on the lawn of Casita the first day it was built. You were around the same age as Abuelas children, Bruno, Julieta and Pepa.

You’d grown up together and although you weren’t blood they still considered you a Madrigal, Abuela didn’t have as much time for you as the others and their powers but you didn’t mind.

When at listening age Abuela had told you that the four of you weren’t family, and it didn’t change anything but it had upset you for weeks. You’d been calling the three children your age your sisters and brother and now they were what friends?

As time passed and you got older things kind of shifted, Pepa was seeing this guy named Felix, Julieta had a crush while Bruno well, he quite liked you.

It took him a couple years to actually man up and say anything, and he only did it because he had had a vision of you that morning, you’d say yes to date. And Bruno didn’t let that happen.

What he didn’t know was in the vision, it was actually him. After a couple years of dating, Bruno got down on one knee and asked you to marry him.

It was the best day of your life.

But then the day of Mirabels ceremony, Abuela had asked you to fetch your husband from his room since she said that’s where he last was. People would be arriving soon.

You knew something was wrong when you approached and his door was not the bright gold that it normally was. Frantically you opened his door and covered your mouth with your hands before yelling “Bruno!”

Just like that, he was gone. No note, no goodbye. Nothing.

Nothing had ever hurt more.

The years came and went, technically you’d been with your husband for fourteen years. Ten years of the marriage spent alone. Your heart ached every night yearning for the one you lost.

Sometimes all you wanted to do was express the loneliness and betrayel you felt but the minute you brought up Bruno everyone would shut you down.

We don’t talk about Bruno. They’d say. But you wanted to yell for Bruno scream for him. You just wanted your love back.

You were growing old now. Your bones cracking and your skin wrinkling, they were meant to be doing this together. Not alone.

Ever since Mirabel had rushed into Antonio’s room yelling about the house being in danger that’s when you felt it, it felt like heartburn at first until it sizzled into hot searing pain.

You did your best to ignore the first few times but the pain grew stronger and wider like we body was cracking away like Casita around her. You knew why this was happening, but you couldn’t make a scene.

Madrigals already thought their lives were hectic and crazy enough they definitely didn’t need to hear your story right now.

You were cleaning up the last decorations on the dinner table. Dinner had been a disaster and left everyone on edge before glancing up at the family tree. You sighed before stepping towards it, your fingers dancing along the wood until it landed on Bruno.

His picture didn’t do him justice of his good looks. God, you missed him. “Mi amor, where are you” You whisper, before someone clearing their throat caught you off guard.

You jumped, twirling around to see Mirabel “Mira! How’re you doing?”

She waves you off before trying to act subtle as she leaned on the table before she sighed, dropping her hands to reach into her bag “I need to know what this vision means. You were closest to Bruno maybe-” She speaks determined with her chest out.

There on the table set an all too familiar object, the sight of it made you feel dizzy, you’d reached back and leaned on the chair. Mirabel rushed forward to stop you from tumbling.

“Mira” You cut her off, holding up your hand “The only one that can help you with that is Bruno, and he’s gone” You keep your eyes stern trying not to let them well up with tears “And please make sure that you save Casita”

She nods her head understanding, but she seems confused as to why you suddenly seemed to point as Casita before turning back to cleaning up the table but she grabs your shoulder softly “Tía Y/n?”

You glance at her questionably “Hm?”

She points at the floor, your eyes follow and there run three rats, Mirabel looks at you as if the both of you are seeing things before you both chase after them.

They guide you to the main room with all the glowing doors, before they crawl up the wall and slide behind a painting. “What the hell” You mutter before reaching for the painting.

“Y/n!” Abuela snaps causing the two of you to jump and swivel your attention onto the grey haired women “Camilo needs some help downstairs” She informs the two of you before walking away.

You glance back at the painting for squatting down to Mirabel “Keep following them, report back to me and stay safe” You plant a kiss on her forehead before heading downstairs.

Pepa was freaking out once you had reached downstairs, a storm cloud above her head as Camilo stood beside her guiding her towards the study. He looked at you with a look of misery on his face.

“Help me.” He mouthed and you sighed, glancing back up at the painting, Mirabel was gone now. You just hoped she stayed safe.

Camilo had sat his mother down on a chair as she mumbled words, Bruno, Mirabel and Cassita were the only words you could make out.

“Cami?” You mutter to him and he gazed up at you “Get your mother something to drink, cariño?” He nods eagerly.

“Idiota, I haven’t even tried to ask how you’re taking all of this” Pepa speaks up, her rain cloud halts and just becomes a darken cloud above her head.

You shrug, playing with the ring on your left hand, it still shines like the first day you got it. You took care of it, feeling like it was the last bit of him you had left.

“Well you know the whole we don’t talk about Bruno” You shake your head as Pepa sighs, guilt rising in the gingers chest.

“I am sorry, Y/n. You’re my hermana and i’ve been an awful one to you” Her cloud darkens “Ay, Bruno would be sicking his rats on us if he knew how’d we had treated you”

You chuckle shaking your head, “I don’t think he’d hurt any of you. Pepa, we may not be bound by blood but I love you so much and our different families don’t change that ” Pepa smiles at this, a rainbow replacing the cloud that was once there.

Camilo enters with a steaming drink but pouts when he sees his mother out of her mood “Mami? Are you okay”

Pepa smiles brightly, “I’m not worried about losing now” She exclaims standing from her chair “We have family around us, nothing will beat us” She storms out of the room as she cheers in excitement.

“I’m going to go look for Mirabel” Camilo shrugs, placing the untouched drink onto the table “Thanks for the help, Tía”

You kiss the boys temple before letting him run along to find his cousin. You decided since you knew where she was and you hoped she had it made it out alright.

Mirabel had her back to you as you approached from down the stairs “Mirabel?” You whispered and she yelped, turning around and broadening her shoulders up.

“Tía!” She exclaimed nervously with a large smile on her face “What’re you doing here?”

“I wanted to ask if you had any luck finding anything” She shakes her head quickly, “Mirabel Madrigal!” You snap and her shoulders drop. “Please stop acting weird and tell what the hell is going on”

“To fix the house. I have to make up with Isabela” She frowns and you let out a sigh.

“That’s all?”

“THATS ALL! It’s Isabela, Tía! She hates me” You scoff as you flick her nose lightly.

“She doesn’t hate you, mi amor” You wink at her “She’s jealous of you. You understand the pressure their under. Where we lack they gain a lot” Mirabel sighs knowing your right.

Mirabel glanced nervously at her “Tía?” You hum in response as you look at her expectantly “Why have you been so worried about Casita breaking, we don’t have powers”

You open your mouth to answer but the words get caught in your throat. What you were about to say no one knew, not Abuela bell not even Bruno knew this about his own wife.

“I am Casita” You says softly and Mirabel looks at you like your insane “I’m not obviously like the Casita but their what’s keeps me… alive? I guess” You shrug “I don’t really know myself but I can feel myself growing weaker with each crack and i’m worried what’ll happen if it crumbles”

Mirabel takes a couple moments to register the information before she looked behind her, once surveying whatever she did, she stepped forward throwing her arms around you

“I’m going to do everything in my power to make you and Casita safe” Her words are muffled from how tight she is agaisnt your chest.

“Si, Mira, you always make me proud” She smiled gratefully at her before Mirabel rushed off towards Isabelas room. You watched her enter before looking forward and you freeze.

The dark area where Bruno’s door was was not lit from the gold tracing on the door. It hadn’t shined like that in ten years. Your eyes glanced at the painting from earlier.

If Mirabel wouldn’t tell you what happened back there then you’d figure it out yourself. Looking to your left and right before moving the painting and climbing into the hole behind it.

The painting swings shut behind you and then you weren’t sure what to do. Small places weren’t your favourite and you almost found yourself diving back out the way you came but you took a deep breath.

You shimmied through the walls, gasping at any insect that was near you before you reached a hole in the ground, although there was small fog you could easily see the floor.

Hopping down and then climbing up again, as you continue to walk you notice the cracks and it’s like your seeing the inner workings of your body. Just looking at the cracks made your stomach churn.

As you travelled further into the walls, you heard a small muttering voice.

“No, no, no. Mirabel will save Casita and she’ll be fine. You have nothing to worry about” The voice repeated, your footsteps became lighter as you grew closer before you peaked your eye around the corner.

They had their back to you as they chatted away to something on their palm. You tried to lean closer to get a better look but hit a bucket near your foot, you quickly zip your head around the corner as the bucket clangs to the ground.

“Whose there, I-I have a lot of friends that you don’t wanna mess with” The voice calls out and you swear your hearing things, you have to be.

You poke a small bit of your face out, enough to be able to see around and your eyes widen at the sight. He now stood facing you and there he was.

The man that had been gone for ten years, in your walls. In a flurry of anger you stepped out and picked up the bucket “You selfish pig!” You scream, throwing the bucket at him.

He yells out as he jumps to the floor, the bucket flings into the wall before slamming into the ground. You stand with your fists clenched at your sides and angry hot tears spill down your cheeks.

“Mi am-“

“Don’t!” You snap, he frowns at this “You’ve been right here this whole time?” You ask, your voice softer and he hesitates, trying to think of something else to say anything was better than the truth but he couldn’t lie not to you. Even after all these years.

He nods, you shake your head. Glancing around the room, you’d never thought you’d been in the same room as him again. You definitely didn’t think he’d last this long.

“Why’d you keep that from me” He asks but your unsure what he means, at least something hasn’t chnaged. Bruno and his vaguenesses. You raise an eyebrow at him “Your life essence is connected to Casita?”

You sigh, “It didn’t seem like a big deal since it’s not like back then Casita was randomly going to break away” You explain, slowly coming to terms with your husband in front of you.

“But you should’ve-“

“Don’t tell me what I should’ve done!” You snap, so mad at the man before you “Because if we start stating things that the other should’ve done then you’re gonna have to take a seat”

He frowns at this, his entire body slouches before he speaks “Mi amor, how do I get you to forgive me?”

You shake your head “I don’t know”

You turn away from him to face the wall and that’s when you see it.

There’s a crack in the wall, perfectly in front of the dinner table and you look down to see his very own table with his plate drawn onto it. You frown, running your fingers along the design.

“I heard you earlier…” You hear him coming closer to you slowly “Asking where I was, I wanted to tell you. Everyday I wanted to tell you but I was hurting everyone with my power. I needed to leave”

You scoff “You have no idea how much hurting you caused when you left” You spin around to face him “I thought you’d forgot about me”

He takes a step closer to you, this time you don’t move until he’s right in front of you. The bags under his eyes more prominent this close as he reaches up and cups your cheek with his hand.

You’re quick to melt into his hand, his touch making up for the past ten without it. You felt whole just by him holding you as such.

“Solo puedo pensar en ti” He speaks softer now, slowly pressing closer to his esposa. Could he still call you that?

“You’re telling the truth?” You ask with an astonished look on your face and he always look just as shocked.

“Y/n, I didn’t leave because I didn’t love you. I did it to protect you from me” He explains, his eyes searching your face like he was scared to lose you again and wanted you locked away in his memory.

“I don’t ever want you to protect me from yourself, vida” You speak softly this time, bringing your own hand to cup your cheek.

He feels the cool metal from your ring and his eyes widen, grabbing your wrist and lifting your hand in front of him. There it was.

The ring that had wed the both of you, he had a matching gold band aderning his own finger but he expected you to move on.

“The ring! You kept it on!” He stated eagerly, a smile on his face.

You stifle a laugh as your hand falls from his grip and into his palm “I never stopped loving you, esposo”

He smiles brightly before surging forwards and capturing your lips with his.

He didn’t feel the same as you remember but somehow it was even better and the taste of him, oh my god. You could devour him.

After a few moments, you pulled away from each other “Please, stay” You beg softly, you can’t bring yourself to open your eyes incase he says no.

He pushes some hair behind your ear, “Never again. I’m just scared to see, madre” You open your mouth to retort but a sharp pain in your chest caused you to gasp before you crumble to the ground.

“Y/n!” Bruno captured you in his arms before you touch the ground, the floor beneath the two of you shakes and his nerves are through the roof “Hey, hey” He repeats as your eyes open slightly.

“Whats happening?” You ask weakly, in a matter of seconds your skin had turned sickly pale and he felt you trembling “I can’t see anything, Vida” You whisper softly, he gazed at you in worry.

Your eyes stayed staring at the ceiling, your e/c eyes now turned a dull gray and he feels the pressure on his heart grow and grow as he stood up from the floor.

You had an arm wrapped around his shoulder as he helped you up by your waist “I’ll make sure you’re safe, Mi Esposa” He muttered softly, making sure not to worry you too much.

He picks up the bucket that you had tossed at him earlier, placing it over his head before lifting your legs up with his other arm. Now holding you bridal style, he glances down since you were the only thing he could see due to the bucket.

Your chest lit up with golden light before fading, this continued a few times until he realises that he was running out of time. You were dying. Casita was dying.

He charged at the wall, making sure that his head took the full force. The dry wall breaks easily sending the both of you sprawling onto the ground. He keeps a tight grip on your unconscious body as his back hits the ground and you land on top.

After a second to catch his breath, he pulls you off him and lays you in the grass, head in his lap. You weren’t awake.

“Wake up” He repeated numerous times as tears began to form in his eyes. “Please wake up, we’ll do everything that you wanna do. That stupid carnival you always wanted to go to down in the markets. I’m sorry I never went, mi amor” He didn’t know why he was apologising for such a small thing but he wanted everything cleared up. Before he lost you.

At the last bit of Casita fell, he glanced right back down at you. He hadn’t noticed it at first, the way you body began to feel lighter. He first noticed your hands as they slowly faded away.

He jolted for them but when he tried to grasp your hand, he was met with thin air “No” He repeats each time he reaches out to you but to no avail you began to fade faster and faster until finally he sat alone.

The ghost of your body in his lap before he glanced up, Mirabel had run off but Bruno couldn’t even bring himself to stand. He kept blinking and waiting for you to reappear and hold him again.

But you never did.

— — —

Bruno smiled brightly at the house that stood before his family and him. The whole Madrigal family had welcomed Bruno back into their lives, apologising for everything. This family felt hope again.

But when it came to you well, it hit everyone pretty hard. Camilo hadn’t even tried to hide his sorrow as his threw himself into his mother and sobbed. Mirabel cried as-well, as did her sisters and Dolores. It seemed like everyone cried that day.

It hurt to see them all mourning you, he didn’t feel like he had a right. He’d left you for ten years, would you cry over his death?

“Mirabel?” Abuela spoke up as Mirabel stared down at the door knob in her hand, the girl that adorned glasses looked up before nodding and letting out a breath.

She slowly walked towards the front door, slotting in the door knob before twisting, and boom! A wave of magic flys over the house, sending the door gold like the ones inside and the house various bright colours.

“Oh my god! It’s us!” Antonio calls out as he points at the door and instead there stands the sketch of the entire Madrigal family. “Tía Y/n is there aswell!”

Bruno’s eyes widen at this, leaning forward slightly to see that instead she was, standing beside him smiling forwards. Even as a sketch she was beautiful.

Just as Mirabel went to open the door, someone inside beat her to it and the face left the family speechless.

“What? Did you seriously think that’s all it took to get rid of me?” You ask with a smile on your face as Mirabel throws herself at you.

Before the rest of the family can react, Casita brings them inside as laughter bounces of the walls. Numerous town folk enter the building enjoying the testifies.

It’s almost like your drawn to each other and Bruno and you meet each other in the middle of the crowd as he holds your face in his hands “I thought I lost you forever”

“As did I” You say softly, brushing some of his hair behind his ear “But neither of us are going anywhere. At least not apart” He hums adoringly before pressing forward and kissing you.

His scruffy beard scratched your face although it wasn’t the best feeling you could definitely see yourself coming around to it. Then again you could get down with anything that had your husband involved.

“Tía! Tío! Come dance” Camilo yells out as he chachás with a large smile on his face, you lace your fingers through Bruno’s as you drag him over but he resistant and shaking his head.

“I don’t dance” He says quickly trying to pull away from you but you have an iron grip on his worst.

“Si but you might’ve never seen me again. You still got to take me to the festival” He gives up, letting you drag him along.

“You heard that?” He asked, taking your hands within his before you both began to dance along to the music. A feeling of love and family enveloped the room as you shook your head.

“Nope, Dolores told me” You kissed his cheek before he twirled you, bringing you back flush against his chest.

A blush formed on your cheeks, it seemed like ten years without him turned you back into a school girl with a crush. But you claimed that you were a winner then.

Whose married to their crush for fourteen years!

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