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queenieloves · 2 years

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Future Rockstar-Eddie Munson x f!reader(incomplete, first draft)

Hi!!! I wanted to post a first and incomplete draft of my first fic with y’all to see if anyone finds it interesting/has any feedback on it! Let me know what you think! and please remember it’s a very rough first draft!

Summary- You need drugs but Eddie is the only one you can buy them from. In a moment of inexplicable supernatural happenings, you find yourself screaming and banging on the door of his trailer. Will you be able to find comfort in someone who you thought was a freak?

Warnings- a little smut but not super explicit, drug use, language

Word count- 10k…whoops, it’s all just word vomit

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You weren’t the type to stick out. A matter of fact, you blended in just the way you wanted to. Friendly enough but you didn’t cause anyone trouble and you minded your business. You maintained good grades and listened to what you considered to be good music. There wasn’t much to do in Hawkins so eventually the boredom of purely existing led you to start smoking pot every now and then. It calmed the mild anxiety you had. Everyday it seemed like someone else went missing in this town and when you spent nights alone when your parents were out of town, you didn’t want to spend those precious quiet hours worrying.

Your parents were leaving this weekend in fact—a trip to see your grandparents that you would’ve been forced to go on if it hadn't been for upcoming exams. I mean what kind of parents plan a trip to Florida right as you are about to take your exams—parents who were too busy to care about their kid that they willingly had. Your one friend in town Sam, another junior in your class, was working all weekend so you couldn’t spend it with her, which meant you were going to be all alone all weekend. Which then meant, you needed drugs. As much as you isolated yourself from everyone at school and in town, you hated being alone in Hawkins at night.

Someone in your math class suggested Eddie Munson as the best and cheapest way to get drugs.

“Eddie Munson? Isn’t he like a triple senior by now? He’s kinda freaky, I wouldn’t want to go alone. He’s in my English class and he NEVER does his homework.”

“Yeah he’s definitely weird but he’s the one you want if you need any drugs.”

“Ugh I can’t believe I’m desperate enough to see Eddie The Freak Munson. Hear me out, if I don’t come to class tomorrow, it was him.” You giggled.

Math ended uneventfully and you joined the long line for lunch. You were nervous thinking about how to approach Eddie Munson and how exactly to ask for what you needed. You were hungry and nervous and could not wait to get your food so you could find a quiet place to eat and think. It all seemed to bubble up when someone spoke behind you.

“Hey…HEY, I happen to be talking to you, Jansport(your backpack).”

You took out your earbud and turned around only to silently gasp when you saw it was Eddie. Your heart rate shot up through the ceiling. It’s not like you had a crush on him or anything, he was a freak afterall, but the longer you didn’t eat, the more anxious you felt and this sudden interaction made you want to throw up.

“Ummm…hi.” You said with a quiver in your voice.

“Hey is that a D20 pin on your backpack?”

FUCK. That’s right, Eddie ran some kind of D&D group. You played with your best friends from middle school before moving to Hawkins. Mack, your closest friend, made everyone in the group D20 pins before moving away—a symbol of your friendship perhaps.

“Oh haha, my friend in my old town made them for me, I used to play a little.”

“It’s fucking rad if I do say so myself.” He was naturally a little awkward, you couldn’t help but think ‘who the hell talks like that’ and ‘why isn’t this goddamn line moving any faster’.

“Thanks…” back to silence, thank god. Until you took a breath turned back to him and said,

“Hey umm… I heard that you might have some stuff you could sell me?” You said louder than it sounded in your head—blame the nerves.

“Yo, shhhhh, there won’t be anything to sell if the school finds out.”

“Shit sorry, I swear I didn’t mean to.”

“Meet me in the forest behind the gym after last period. You’ll see a picnic table that I carved ‘EM’ on. Want everyone to know it's mine.” He smiled.

Finally you got your food and just as you were about to say some sort of combination of ‘see you later’ and ‘thank you’ or whatever other generic response you could think of he said,

“Catch you later princess”. He winked and walked past you to his typical table of nerds who respected him like a king. You didn’t have the brain power to think of the fact that he referred to you as ‘princess’.

You ate in the art room as you usually did. Working on one project or another. You weren’t all that poor—definitely not Eddie Munson poor, but you promised yourself you would take advantage of the free art supplies at Hawkins High as payment for all the shit it put you through. After lunch you had a study hall and two other classes. Boring and uneventful, just how you liked it. Suddenly it was three o’clock and time to find Eddie. You couldn’t believe you were doing this and you would die if anyone saw you. You didn’t want people to know you existed let alone suddenly see you with Eddie Munson, which would definitely be the new school gossip. The only people allowed to be seen with Eddie Munson were his goons who were already with him at the bottom of the social pyramid. Anyone else seen with him had to suddenly defend their spot on the pyramid like it was their last plea before being executed.

You walked slowly but with purpose—the leaves crunching beneath your worn down chuckie taylors that were basically about to fall apart. You didn’t necessarily care about your clothes or appearance so you just wore some old jeans, a green t-shirt and brown zip up sweatshirt—your typical outfit for most days, except for the occasional summer day where you would switch out the pants for shorts. Your mother hated that you weren’t more feminine and you resented her for it.

You found the table and sat but didn’t see Eddie. The whole situation made you feel nervous—if only you weren’t such a goddamn anxious person maybe you could have a more interesting life. Suddenly he popped out into the clearing with intention to scare you, if you weren’t wearing your headphones maybe it would’ve worked.

“Damn, [y/l/n], I guess I gotta make sure you aren’t wearing those when I try to speak to you. I’m two for two.” He laughed and sat down pulling out a tin full of what you assumed was drugs. He smelled like weed, shitty cologne and cigarettes and you could only wonder if he ever washed the shirt he always wore.

“So…” you started slowly.

“My parents are out of town and I need something to calm me down at night so I can sleep. Nothing crazy, weed if you have it.”

“If I have it? That’s like 75% of what I sell, princess. How much money do you have on you?” Weird question but you weren’t going to start nitpicking while in the forest with someone who you frankly believed might be a murderer.

“20 bucks. How much will that get me?” To be fair you didn’t know much about weed or selling/buying drugs, just how to consume them.

“Fine, you’ve convinced me. I’m gonna give you the pretty girl discount. I’ll give you a quarter more for the same price.” He pulled out a small plastic baggie filled with weed and slid it towards you.

“Pretty girl discount? That must be something you give to every girl you sell drugs to, perv.” You rolled your eyes. Why did he have to make things more complicated than they needed to be, the whole exchange could’ve been silent and you wish it would’ve been.

“Hey, you want the discount or not?” He said through a cheeky smile.

“Fine, freak. Here.” You handed him the twenty, took the baggie, shoved it in your pocket and turned to walk away.

“Hey wait, what’s the rush?” He shouted before you got too far. You turned back to him with a confused and slightly annoyed look on your face.

“I’m not here to do anything else than what’s already happened, but thanks”. You said sarcastically and turned again to walk away.

“Okay then, see you later princess”, Eddie laughed in a carefree manner. How could he not be offended by anything even when the whole school thinks he’s a massive freak.

Despite your weird and frankly unsettling interaction with Eddie, you enjoyed the weed he gave you. You smoked it as you listened to your tapes and doodled on your math homework. It was starting to get late and you needed to sleep before one of your exams tomorrow.

The next day, in math, you smiled at the boy who suggested going to Eddie. When you sat down you joked with him that you almost didn’t make it out alive. You skipped lunch in hopes of avoiding Eddie and it seemed to work. The weekend went by faster than you could’ve hoped for and when Monday rolled around you had almost forgotten about your interaction with Eddie. Although a small part of you worried what it would be like when your parents were out of town the next time and you needed more weed.

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A few months went by and suddenly your parents were off again. Some business convention in Pennsylvania, but this time they took the car. Now you had to bike anywhere you wanted to go. Everywhere was too far to walk. You were winding down and smoking when you heard a knock at your door. Your heart beat started rising as you walked downstairs. No one was supposed to be here, so there was no possible way to know who it was. When you opened the door there wasn’t anyone. You peeked your head out further to see if you could see anyone. You closed and locked the doors and assumed it was some brat kids playing pranks on their neighbors to pass the time. Exactly ten minutes passed and it happened again. This time you were quick to open the door to maybe catch the stupid kids in the act but again nothing. The only thing to greet you was a gentle yet chill breeze. You had a thing for overthinking so you began to do just that…overthink. What supernatural thing was waiting for you out there. You tried to call Sam but like always, she was working. It was only 6pm so you decided to take a bike ride to clear your mind. Although you were high, you had no trouble operating a bike. Your house resided on an off road of one of the bigger roads, during the day it was full of people traveling to town but essentially abandoned at night. You were lazily peddling down the road when all of a sudden a car raced towards you head on. It was practically out of nowhere and it caused you to swerve into a ditch. The road was lined with forest so when you finally caught your breath, you sat at the edge of the woods trying to calm yourself down. You were too scared to go back to the road so the woods it was. The sun was setting but it was still light out. You figured you had about an hour. You wandered through the woods lighting the joint you kept in your pocket. You didn’t go far when you started to smell smoke, like a campfire. You were basically in the middle of the woods with only a road nearby so where could it be coming from. You kept walking towards the smell, hoping it was just some teens hanging out and not an entire forest fire but soon you saw the black smoke and the light and you knew your worst nightmare was coming true. You ran closer just to make sure you were seeing it for real and then out of nowhere you were hit to the ground. The hit to the face made your nose bleed and cut up your cheek and you began to cry and hyperventilate out of fear. You scrambled to your feet and began to run—something was chasing behind you. You were running through the woods with no end in sight and it was almost completely dark out. You looked back as a black shadow was behind you and you screamed as you continued to run for your life. The flames spread towards you at an almost impossible pace as you ran faster and faster, running out of breath. You saw lights in the distance and when you reached what seemed to be a trailer park you went to the first trailer you saw. You screamed and cried at the door without looking back,

“LET ME IN PLEASE OH GOD PLEASE”, you pounded at the door, not caring if anyone else in the neighborhood saw or heard you. After what seemed like hours to you of pounding and screaming, the door opened and you practically fell in. Without checking to see who opened the door you scrambled in on your hands and knees and closed the door behind you as you sat with your back against it. You covered your face with your hands as you sobbed and breathed fast and heavy.

“Holy shit [y/l/n], are you okay?” Eddie, you just didn’t look up to realize it yet. You sobbed and mumbled,

“There was this thing chasing me and the forest was on fire and I almost got run over and…” You kept going until whoever opened the door for you knelt down and placed a comforting hand on your knee.

“Shhhhh, it’s okay, you’re gonna be okay. There isn’t any fire and no one is chasing you. It’s okay, nothing will get you in here.” Almost like a jumpscare you jolted when you looked up to see it was Eddie comforting you. Of course this is where you end up at a time like this. His voice seemed more genuine and calm than the usual weird and loud freak voice he uses at school.

“Eddie?... There is a fire, look!” You stood up and looked out the window on the door. No fire, no black shadow. You quickly turned to him,

“Then how do you explain the scratches and my nose?” You blurted out.

“You look fine to me?” You touched your face expecting to wince with pain upon touching your wounds but there was nothing there. He seemed a little nervous and frankly shocked that the quiet girl in his English class, who bought weed from him that one time burst through this door screaming and crying. Suddenly, you shoved Eddie pushing both hands to his chest and he stumbled back.

“What the FUCK did you put in my weed FREAK!” you yelled at him and he just stared back with a scared and confused look on his face.

“Did you lace this shit with something FREAK, was that your plan the whole time? Drug me and then who knows what! Now I’m having crazy hallucinations because of you!” You took a second to catch your breath before you began sobbing again, falling back to your space against the door. Eddie didn’t dare to approach you and began speaking softly,

“[y/n], I swear there was nothing in the weed I gave you, never in my wildest dreams would I think about doing that. I always smoke the weed I get first before selling it to other people just to make sure it doesn’t have any nasty shit in it.” He slowly stood up and walked over to kneel down next to you.

“I need you to believe it wasn’t me”. You were so confused and scared that all you could muster out was,

“Yeah right freak.” For a while there was silence. You sobbed into your knees as Eddie just sat there. He gently placed a hand on your knee just as he did before which encouraged you to look up at him. Your mascara and eyeliner smudged all across your face. He met your eyes surprisedly after half expecting you to either hit him for touching you or just keep crying.

“Hey, [y/n], it’s gonna be okay. I won’t let anything hurt you. Do you wanna talk about it?” He seemed genuine and deep down you knew he didn’t put anything in the weed, you just didn’t have any better explanation for what had happened.

“No, I don’t think I can. Frankly I’m a little too high and whatever the fuck was out there almost gave me a heart attack.” Eddie understood and gave you some water. He eventually urged you to move to the couch where it was more comfortable despite the safety you felt in your spot against the door. The trailer was nothing special. It was what you expected from the Eddie Munson himself—empty soda cans and newspapers filled every empty spot where there wasn’t an ashtray or playboy magazine. Thank god he eventually told you his uncle was out drinking and would likely not be home until morning. It was only 8 o’clock now and Eddie kindly offered you some leftover pizza. You felt sick and coming down from your high was only making you feel more anxious. He wrapped a blanket around your shoulders and asked if he could sit next to you. In a normal situation you would never let Eddie The Freak Munson within 5 feet of you but near death experiences were the exception. He sat so your arms were touching but he faced painfully straight forward. He lowered his head towards his knees and started talking to get rid of the loud silence.

“Are you home alone this weekend again?”

“What?”

“Well when we met up, you said you needed something to calm you down because your parents were out of town, did they leave again?” He remembered, you thought.

“Yeah, until Monday morning, they even took the car, so I just thought I would go for a bike ride, turned out to be a terrible idea”.

“I’m sorry, you should stay here tonight, you can take my bed, I'll take the couch”. He never lifted his head to look at you.

“Eddie, I can’t. I would never ask you to sleep on your couch.” Despite the fact that you could barely move, you didn’t want to think of what a night at Eddie’s trailer could be like.

“Hey, I fall asleep here like all the time when I’m drunk, I promise it’s okay.” He looked up at you with sincerity in his eyes.

“It’s comfy I swear.” He patted the cushions and exhaled a bit symbolizing a laugh.

“I really can’t go back outside, I’ll only stay if you really think it’s okay”. Eddie seemed nicer in this context. He wasn’t so painfully annoying as his usual loud, obnoxious self seemed to be.

“Of course, it’s okay. Let me go clean my room just a bit, there’s some things in there that I don’t think you wanna see.” He laughed lightly.

“Wait.” You said as he went to stand up.

“Stay here for a second.” He sat back down without question and looked at you. You continued,

“You know, you aren’t the freak everyone says you are. Yeah maybe you’re weird and frankly a little nerdy but not a freak.” You laughed and looked into his soft brown eyes. Maybe it was the comfort he provided you after whatever the hell happened to you back there but he was kind of cute.

“Haha, [y/l/n], did you really make me sit back down just to tell me I’m not a freak? Is that your version of a compliment? You do realize if anyone gave me more than two seconds of their attention maybe they would realize the same?”

“Sorry, I just figured you should hear it. Not that we really know each other but I’ve never seen this side of you. Quiet and calm.” You laughed slightly.

“You’re the same. You are completely silent in our English class, I never see you at lunch or after school and then suddenly you are screaming bloody murder at my door.”

“Fine, I guess that’s true. How about we forget everything before this happened and we get to know each other for real…like friends.” He took a second in silence.

“You really wanna be friends [y/l/n]?” You wanted to answer but you were too tired, you bobbed your head as you began to fall asleep. The blanket was warm and his presence was comforting.

“Okay [y/l/n], I’m gonna clean, give me five, I’ll be right back”. You could sort of see him through your heavy eyelids picking up dirty clothes and random shit off of his floor. The trailer wasn’t all that big but you smiled to yourself at the idea that he was cleaning just for you. You must have fallen asleep when Eddie returned and picked you up in a bridal carry to bring you to the bed. He gently placed you down and covered you with the blanket and whispered to himself,

“Damn, I never thought this would be the way [y/l/n] was gonna be in my bed. Thought it was gonna be more sexy to be honest”. He laughed slightly.

“I heard that.” You mumbled.

“Shit. Oh well, sweet dreams. I’ll be on the couch, let me know if you need anything. There’s clean clothes on the desk if you wanna wear them in the morning” You slept well. His room was small but cozy and smelled just like him. Despite the weird mix of smoke and cologne, it sort of smelled good and in the morning when you opened your eyes you noticed the massive CD collection he had. Some were stacked in piles, others just thrown about. An organized mess. You changed into the clothes he left for you. Some band t-shirt and sweatpants that you could tell he never wore. Eddie Munson in anything other than black skinny jeans? Absolutely not. Eddie was still asleep when you decided to get up. You found the bathroom and then a glass of water. You leaned against the counter and looked at Eddie fast asleep on the couch. He seemed at peace. His face was soft and almost baby-like. You thought about all the things people said about him, to him—all the things you said about and to him. You felt bad because he truly didn’t deserve it. The way he was so gentle with you last night when he could’ve just been an asshole, proved it. You didn’t want to overstay your welcome, so you gathered your stuff and slipped out of the trailer almost silently. You would see Eddie at school on Monday and you didn’t want to think about that now.

You could finally see the trailer park you were in. Nothing special. You didn’t dare go back through the woods even despite the light of the morning. You didn’t have your bike either, it was still abandoned by the side of the road you guessed so you just had to walk. It was gonna be a long walk but you felt more safe and grounded this way. About an hour into your who knows how long walk, a van pulled up next to you. You looked, it was Eddie. You did just leave without saying anything and maybe he was concerned about your safety.

“Hey! Friends don’t just leave friends without saying goodbye especially after one of them had a crazy spell not even 24 hours ago! Get in!” You sighed but he was right, you did say you wanted to be friends and you did feel bad for leaving him. Plus, where were you gonna walk to? Your house where you would be alone again? No chance. You got in and he started down the road.

“Sorry, Eddie, I just didn’t want to overstay my welcome or anything.”

“Not possible princess, you are welcome anytime.” You giggled.

“Where are you taking me anyway?”

“Second friend lesson…friends trust friends.”

“I’ve got friends, Eddie.”

“And how many of them have saved you from crazy shadow demons?” You punched him lightly in the arm. He brought you to a point away from the town that overlooked the downtown area, Hawkins High and the surrounding forests.

“No one ever comes here, consider it my spot that I am graciously sharing with you, although I would be surprised if you could find it again without my directions.”

“It’s beautiful up here, why'd you bring me here?”

“Well, m’lady, I figured since we are friends now, we ought to get to know the basics about each other, get it all out of the way so we get into the good stuff like childhood trauma and deepest secrets.” You both laughed. Suddenly you were doing just that. You sat on the tail of his van with the doors open allowing you to take in the beautiful sight before you. Eddie was wearing what he always wore and you were still in his clothes. You asked him about the sweatpants. He swore he got them for gym class but ended up skipping every time.

“It’s either black skinny jeans, boxers or nothing” He laughed. You sort of blushed at the thought of him stripped down. You didn’t smoke cigarettes but today you did as you passed it back and forth with Eddie. You were there for hours and suddenly you saw the moon begin to rise. It was getting late and you were certainly not going home and you didn’t want to make things awkward with Eddie by asking to stay at his house so you gave him directions to Sam’s house. You didn’t care if she had work or not. You were staying there. Plus you knew her parents well enough to show up without calling and they would invite you in with no questions asked. You waited in Sam’s room and she busted open the door and immediately asked what was wrong. You NEVER showed up without letting her know. You told her everything. Everything everything. No detail left out. You always told eachother everything eventually, even if you left buying drugs from Eddie out originally, she knew now.

“Wow, so you are really a thing with Eddie The Freak Munson. Never thought that could be what you had to tell me.”

“We are NOT a thing, just friends. Plus how was I supposed to know it was his trailer, it could’ve been a serial killer or something. You can’t trust everyone around here. He’s really nice, and kind of funny. He’s not what everyone thinks he is.”

“You don’t get nicknamed ‘the freak’ if you aren’t a freak. Just be careful is all.”

“Yeah yeah, I will, now I am going to sleep because I haven’t slept much in the last 48 hours thank you very much.” You rolled over and closed your eyes.

“Fine but you aren’t getting away with this friendship with THE Eddie Munson so easily. I still have more questions. Like does he really call you ‘princess’ THAT much? Anyways, goodnight”.

“Yes, yes he does. Goodnight.”

Eventually your parents returned but you didn’t tell them anything. You answered ‘how was your weekend’ with ‘fine’ and went to school. You saw Eddie in English and lunch but didn’t talk to him. He was back to his annoying loud self and you walked out of the lunchroom just as he began to stand on the table to say something about jocks and how much he hated basketball. Usually you would take the bus home but your mother wanted to pick you up and take you to some appointment. As you waited by the parking lot and sat under a tree, Eddie approached you.

“Hey princess, gotta say I’m surprised you are never ever here after the buses leave. What’s up?”

“My mother is picking me up for some appointment, just waiting I suppose.”

“Well, I guess a lady should not have to wait on her own.” He sat down. Even if you did want to wait alone, there he was sitting next to you. There was still a part of you that didn’t want to be seen with Eddie Munson but you knew that wasn’t right. He was just sitting contently, not talking for once when you said,

“Hey, come to my house tonight, we can study for our English exam. I know for a fact, you have not been paying attention in class and unfortunately, I don’t think you should become a quadruple senior if it can be avoided.” You both laughed.

“Fine, I’ll come over but I can’t promise I will pay attention to anything you try to teach me princess.” Suddenly, your mom pulled up and you shoved your Walkman in your bag and stood.

“7pm, Oak St, red door. Do not bring any drugs or my mom will flip.”

“Got it, Ms. Goody two shoes”. He mocked. You affectionately flipped him off and got into the car with your mom.

“Who is that?” She asked as soon as your head was inside the car. You knew to lie.

“Just a boy from my English class. He knows I study a lot so he asked if I could tutor him before our test tomorrow, he’s coming over tonight.”

“Fine, but he looks like trouble. You better keep your door open and he has to leave by 10. Got it?”

“Got it.” The thing is…he was trouble and you knew it deep down but he was freer than you, he was free in the way you wanted to be and you were going to take any opportunity to live like he did, even if he didn’t always make the best decisions.

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He came over, and it went well. He didn’t do much studying but you didn’t care, you just liked hanging out with him. He would lay on your bed tossing an old baseball into the air and catching it while you entertained him with stories of your childhood and middle school phases. He did the same and you would just talk to ages. It felt good to talk to someone that way considering you were quiet 90% of the time. “Study” night became a weekly thing. Tuesday nights when he didn’t have his weird D&D club.

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A few months went by of fairly consistent study nights and suddenly it was time for the school’s biggest pride, the basketball game. Frankly you wished it were something cooler like football, but there weren’t enough players for a team. Therefore, the final basketball game was the cherished social event of the season. You had to go because Sam was on the cheer team even though you dreaded sitting in a hot gym watching frail high school boys throw an orange ball around just to get excited when it made it into the hoop. It all seemed trivial to you. Eddie wasn’t there from what you could tell, if anyone hated basketball more than you it was him. It was just after half time when you decided to step outside to smoke—one of the worst influences Eddie had on you. You walked a few feet from the building when you saw him standing against a wall also smoking. You immediately put out your cigarette and ran over to him, happy to get a break from all the fakeness happening just inside the gym doors. Everyone was just trying to be someone else for the people they wanted to see. Guess that’s high school for you.

“Eddie! What are you doing here? I thought you hated basketball?” You hugged him nonchalantly.

“I do, I just missed you and knew you would be here. Plus my uncle is drinking at the trailer and I would rather not be home with him ya know?”

“You miss me? Eddie, it's not like we are dating or anything?” You laugh, oblivious to the slight hurt in his voice when he says,

“Yeah I know, I just wanted to see my favorite friend”. He forced a smile.

“Wanna hang out in your van? I could use a break from whatever the hell is happening in there”.

“Sure! Right this way m’lady.” Truth be told, Eddie was horny, and yes he did miss you and he did want to see you but he also wanted more. He was horny enough to drive all the way to the high school and to wait for you outside. Even if he didn’t get to touch you, which he never would without permission, he could at least look at you and lately he had to make due, considering you weren’t ‘dating or anything’. You sat in the back of his van and drank from the bottle he gave you. You began to relax as he sat next to you. Suddenly you grabbed his hand to examine his rings. You and Eddie didn’t touch all that often. Besides the playful punch or pat on the back, you kept your distance. Not for any particular reason, you just never felt the need to be touchy. Eddie was too scared to touch you because he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to stop. You used your other hand to trace around his rings. They were huge and cold and the sensation was nice to your tipsy self. You asked him what each one was and if it had a meaning and he tried his best to focus on the questions but frankly all he could focus on was how your soft skin felt on his. He had always noticed you, not in a sexual way at first, but you always caught his attention, which is why he was secretly ecstatic when you wanted to buy drugs from him—an opportunity to get to know more about you. He was joking when he said that thing about you being in his bed that first night you spent in his trailer but as you spent more time together he noticed the little things about you, the little things that you didn’t want other people to notice. For example, he loved how your freckles darkened after sitting in the sun and he loved how the curve of your neck led to your collarbones. He loved how you started painting your fingernails black after he gave you his bottle of nail polish. Every little detail he found entrancing and sexy. He knew you didn’t feel the same and so he never said anything but something about tonight made him actually get up to find you. Jerking off in his room alone just wasn’t going to do it. He didn’t want you to stop but you got up and out of nowhere said,

“Give me your rings.”

“What?” He said, snapping out of his haze.

“Give them to me I wanna do something”. Frankly he would do anything you said. He took off his rings, which in all honestly he never took off, this was the first time they came off since he put them on. You slid them onto your fingers and they were entirely too big but you promised to be careful. Next you found one of his Hellfire Club t-shirts and switched it for whatever shirt you were wearing. You turned around so he wouldn’t see your bra but still Eddie gulped at the thought of you in just a black bra. When you turned back around you put on an annoying high pitched voice and said,

“Hello, princess. I am Eddie Munson and I play D&D and like Black Sabbath and sometimes I smoke. Also did I mention I have yet to graduate from high school?” You stumbled around giving your best Eddie impression. Although the alcohol made it seem much more spot on than in reality.

“What the fuck is that, [y/l/n]. You’re drunk. Sit down before you hurt yourself. Also I do not sound like that.”

“I’m not drunk, just tipsy and having fun is all.” You weren’t drunk, that was the truth but you just wanted to let go and have fun and in comparison to your normal personality, it seemed as though you were very very drunk.

“Give me my rings back before you break them or something else in here.” He laughed, it was quite entertaining. You gave all the rings back except one. It was one of the smaller rings and it fit perfectly on your index finger. Along with the ring you kept the t-shirt on. Eddie tried not to stare at the way it hugged your breasts and fell past your shorts. When he realized he’d been staring for too long he said the first thing that came to his mind,

“So…uh…how was the game before you left.”

“HA, like you care... We were winning”.

“You’re right I don’t care.” He took a swig from the bottle and took a deep breath. If he was going to say anything it had to be now. It had to be in this perfect moment of tipsiness where you were wearing his t-shirt in the back of his van spending time with him and only him.

“Fuck.” That’s all he could say. Desperate and still very horny.

“What?” You looked at him confused.

“I don’t know if I should say”. You sat up and looked him in the eyes.

“Eddie, you can tell me anything. We haven’t been hanging out this much just to not tell eachother everything.” You meant it, he could tell you anything, it wouldn’t change how you felt about him.

“This is different though.” He somberly smiled.

“Fine then, don’t say it, you’re such an asshole sometimes.”

“Fuck it. Fine…” He sat up and looked at you.

“It’s just that you are in my van with my t-shirt on and my ring and maybe it’s just because I’m super horny tonight or whatever but I would kill someone just to fuck you right now.” He didn’t break eye contact with you.

“Eddie, I…” You weren’t sober enough to completely and thoroughly process what he had said and it took you by surprise.

“No it’s fine, I know you don’t feel the same. I just needed to say that and if you don’t want to be friends or whatever anymore, I get it. If you wanna go, just go.”

“No Eddie, listen…” But he wasn’t.

“I mean fuck, this always happens, I always have to ruin the relationships that are the most important to me. FUCK.” You could tell he was spiraling and to be fair maybe you did want him to fuck you. Does he think you were playing with his rings for fun? Some men are so oblivious. He kept babbling on and you knew speaking wasn’t going to work so you gently placed your hand on his cheek and pulled his face to look at yours.

“Eddie, stop. Listen to me. Nothing you could say would change the way I feel about you. A little horniness isn’t going to change anything”. You laughed at the way it sounded.

“And who says I don’t want you to fuck me. Not to generalize you or whatever but you do happen to be a hot rocker boy with a van. Can’t say I haven’t imagined what you’d do to me every now and then.” Eddie swallowed and chose his next words carefully.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying [y/n]?” Maybe it was the alcohol, but all you said was,

“God Eddie, fuck me please, at least kiss me.” And with that Eddie was sitting in front of you pulling you in gently for a kiss. He knew he was eager to touch every part of you, to taste every part of you but he didn’t want to do something he wasn’t supposed to. He was respectful and kind and asked you if he could touch you here or kiss you there. He took it slow and you didn’t mind. It was amazing. You tried not to think about all the other girls he must have done this with.

“Fuck Eddie, that feels so good”, you moaned out as he licked the sweet spot he found on your neck. He knew that this opportunity may never come again and he wanted to milk it for all it was worth. You pushed him back and made him sit against the wall as you straddled him. It wasn’t a surprise when you felt how hard he was underneath you. He was containing himself very well for the circumstances. He cursed and moaned as you grinded on him gently, trying to get a reaction from him. You pulled at the base of his hair and when your eyes met his was full of lust. You leaned in to kiss him and only pulled away to catch your breath. His hand traveled under your shirt and stopped when he touched the edge of your bra. He pulled away from the kiss to ask if he could keep going and when you said yes, and he struggled to undo the clasp of your bra, you reached back and did it yourself. Maybe he hasn’t been with as many girls as you thought. He slowly raised your shirt until it was almost at your neck so you could give him the go ahead. He took off your shirt, threw it to the side and helped you slip your bra off. He stared at your bare chest for a minute before bringing his hands to them. You sighed as he finally made contact with your sensitive nipples. You sat up on your knees so he could reach them with his mouth and he did not hesitate to please. You again began to slowly grind on him and he moaned onto your breasts, the vibration sending a shot of pleasure through your core. His hands explored your hair and your back as you suddenly pulled away.

“It feels awfully unfair that one of us still has their shirt on”. Eddie quickly threw his shirt to the ground and you ran your hand over his necklaces that sat perfectly on his chest, down to the waistband of his infamous black skinny jeans. You backed away from the straddling position you were in so you could effectively pull down his pants and boxers. Eddie’s big personality didn’t end at his dick—he was long and relatively thick, to be fair you didn’t have many previous examples to compare him to. He was also hard, very hard and the precum oozing out of his tip was a testament to just exactly how turned on he was. To be fair you had never given a blowjob before but if there is one thing you learned from Sam, it was to fake til you make it. Confidence took over as you used your thumb to spread the liquid around his tip. Eddie hissed in pleasure and managed to say almost every curse word he could think of. This was the moment he had been dreaming about for months and he wouldn’t let anything ruin it. You removed your hand, spit on it and placed back onto his dick, beginning to slowly move up and down. You watched his face to see what pressure and speed got the most reaction and kept it going.

“Fuck, princess. If you keep doing that I’m gonna cum.”

“And what’s the problem with that?” And before he could say anything else, you wrapped your lips around his tip and began to suck him off. He was in heaven, you could tell by the whimpers and sounds he was making. Who knew that such a loud, confident boy could completely change just because of your touch. Everytime his hips bucked up you gently pushed them down with your free hand. His whimpers grew louder as he got closer to releasing and you knew what you wanted. You kept the pace going and soon enough he was pulling on your hair and cumming into your mouth.

“Fuck princess, holy shit, that was amazing.” You looked up at him and swallowed as he watched. The action made him groan.

“You're incredible, princess. God, I do not regret coming here tonight. Shit.” He was breathing heavily, chest moving up and down along with his necklaces.

“Who says the fun has to stop?” You said slyly.

“Are you sure princess? You want to keep going? We don’t have to, it's okay.”

“There is no way I did all that just to get nothing back.” You stood up the best you could without hitting the ceiling of the van and you pushed your shorts off leaving just your black lacy underwear. He quickly pulled you back down and pushed himself between your legs. Kissing your thighs, he hooked one finger through the leg of your underwear and began to gently pull them down. His mouth never left the soft inside of your thighs. Suddenly you were completely naked before Eddie Munson and it was invigorating. There was a part of you that was insecure and worried what he would think considering you only had a few basic sexual experiences before. You didn’t know what you would taste like or look like to him and you were nervous. Not nervous enough to stop, just the type of nervous that’s in the back of your mind. Eddie could tell you were hesitant so he brought his head to yours, planting a firm and quick kiss on your lips before saying,

“Hey, if you’re worried, we really can stop. I won’t mind.” God, he was so sweet but you wanted this.

“No, Eddie, it’s really okay. I just haven’t done this before and I want it to be good for you.”

“Princess, believe me, I’ve imagined this moment in my head hundreds of times and so far you’ve more than exceeded my expectations. I’ll go slow, I promise.” Did he really desire you this much? You worried he only became friends with you just for the sex, but that wasn’t something you could think about now. He slowly lowered himself back down between your legs and kissed your thighs once more before gently licking your folds stopping at your clit to lick circles around it. God you hoped he was enjoying just as much as you were. Eddie groaned everytime you moaned his name and truthfully he was enjoying it probably even more than you. If he had his way, you would be sat on his face for hours but he knew he had to work up to that. In between licks he would mutter things like,

“Fuck princess, you’re so wet for me.” and “God you taste amazing”. Despite the pleasure you were feeling, you were happy for the reassurance. He went on for a few minutes only stopping to breathe or say something or moan. You started to feel the signs of an incoming climax but before you could say anything Eddie put two fingers inside of you, agonizingly slowly pushing in and out hitting your g-spot everytime. The cold metal of his rings lightly touching the sensitive folds Eddie had been licking for what felt like an eternity. You were a mess—moaning and calling out his name. Eddie was treating you like his last meal and it wasn’t long before you were coming undone onto his fingers.

“Fuck Eddie, I’m cumming.” You kept cursing and moaning as he didn’t let up and made your orgasm last as long as possible. When he finally lapped up every drop of wetness you produced. He sat up and looked at you as he licked his fingers causing you to sigh. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and leaned in to kiss you. He thought about how hot it was that you would be able to taste yourself left on his lips. He sat in front of you, kissing you and running his hands all over your body as reassurance to himself that you were okay. When he pulled away from you he had that concerned look on his face again,

“[y/n], are you still okay? How was that?” You could tell he needed even more reassurance and so you said,

“Eddie, that was amazing. You did such a good job. Are you okay?” He lit up at the praise and smiled before kissing you again.

“Princess, do not worry about me. I am more than okay. I think I’m in heaven.” He laughed lightly. You looked down and saw he was hard again. He blushed when he noticed you looking.

“It’s okay, we can stop.” But you needed him, you felt empty when his fingers left you and you knew he could fill you up even more. You looked at him dead in the eyes and said with a seriousness in your voice,

“Eddie, I said I wanted you to fuck me, so. fuck. me.” He took no hesitation to lead you to lay down on your back. He kneeled in between your legs and rubbed himself a few times before lining up with your entrance.

“This might hurt a little, but I promise it will feel good after.” He assured you. How had he known you were a virgin? It’s not like you had ever told him explicitly. Yeah you had touched yourself before and gave a handjob to your 8th grade boyfriend but it wasn’t as good as this. He slowly pushed inside of you and he was right, it did hurt a little. It felt tight, a tightness that he was definitely enjoying.

“Fuck you’re so tight princess. Feels so good.” He could barely get out as he hissed at the sensation. He bottomed out and began to pull out—the pain had yet to subside. When he slowly pushed back in for the second time it felt better and as he continued the pain quickly turned into pleasure and as you began moaning and throwing your head back he began to pick up the pace. He wasn’t exactly railing you as he had fantasized about but he certainly never thought he would get this far in reality so he took his time. You grabbed your legs to provide him better access and he stared at the way he went in and out of you. He bent down as his hands went from your breasts to your neck to your hair and face. You eventually grabbed his hand when it went to your neck as a sign to keep it there. He applied pressure to the sides of your neck still allowing you to breath and the lack of blood to your brain made you dizzy with pleasure.

“Aww does princess like being choked?” He said slyly.

“Fuck that’s hot”. He kept a steady pace until he was about to cum.

“Princess, I’m gonna cum, fuck. Where should I…” You interrupted him,

“Inside me, please I wanna feel it, I’m on the pill don’t worry.” You said in between heavy breaths. You felt your climax coming along as well and you knew you wanted to come with him. You changed your focus to avoid coming before him. You noticed just how hot the van had gotten and how the windows were steamed up. There wasn’t any noise outside so you assumed the game was still going. All you could hear was Eddie’s moans and heavy breaths just as you could hear yours. The sound of slapping skin wasn’t quiet either. Suddenly you were both coming together and as Eddie released into you all you could feel was the warm sensation it left. He pulled out and sat back as he watched his cum slowly drip out of you. He made a mental note to never forget the sight of it. He leaned in once again to kiss you and then crawled away to find something to clean you up. His van floor was covered in blankets and pillows and magazines. Like his room it was an organized mess. He turned around with a towel in hand and assured you that it was clean. He wiped you gently leaving kisses on your forehead as he did. You both were exhausted and after finding your underwear and Eddie’s hellfire t-shirt you laid down on the van floor and closed your eyes. Eddie put on his boxers and laid next to you. You shifted your head to his chest and he placed his arm under your neck. It was nice to lay here like this. The warmth inside the van acted as your blanket as you cuddled with Eddie—both of you sticky with sweat.

“This doesn’t change anything does it?” Eddie said as he lit up a cigarette.

“No, of course not Eddie. I said that earlier.”

“Yeah but is this going to be us now? Best friends who fucked that one time?”

“I don’t know and I’m too tired to think about it. Let’s just lay like this for a little longer.” Eddie wanted to bring up how he felt for you but he decided it wasn’t the best time. You lifted your head up and planted a kiss on his jaw,

“Thank you for tonight. I really did enjoy it Eddie.” You saw him smile as you closed your eyes. Truth was, you didn’t want this to be the last time but you figured you could talk about it another time. Eddie always felt his heart race when you referred to him by his name. Most of the time people just called him ‘freak’ but you actually viewed him as a person with feelings and he couldn’t have been more grateful. You both fell asleep as your hand played with the string of his necklaces.

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You woke up a few hours later, Eddie was awake and smoking a cigarette, his arm still wrapped behind your head. You sat up a bit and grabbed the cigarette from him and took a long drag. Without saying anything you handed it back to him. You found your pants and jacket and left without saying anything. You didn’t know what to say and anything you could’ve said would have only made things more awkward. You left the van and as you looked back at Eddie his eyes were worried. He didn’t dare say anything either. You got back home and immediately went to sleep—or at least tried as your mind raced with memories of only hours before. You liked spending time with Eddie and it was true when you said he was hot—it’s just that you never considered what it would be like to date him. Truth be told you were scared of commitment and you didn’t even know if he liked you that way or not. The harsh thought that he was just friends with you for sex, settled in and made you even more worried. You purposely avoided drama and deep relationships with people. Sam was your best friend and you told her everything about your current life but that didn’t mean she knew anything about your life before Hawkins. Same went for Eddie. You hung out and he knew stupid shit like your favorite color and movie but not the things that really mattered and you didn’t care for people to know those things because you knew one day you would just move somewhere else or go to college and then it wouldn’t matter.

You laid in bed overthinking for hours. Thank god it was a Friday and you could have the weekend to think and just be alone. You slept, listened to your tapes and did homework the entire weekend and suddenly it was Monday. You didn’t want to see Eddie, you decided it was better to just not think about what had happened and you knew if you saw Eddie that one, he would want to talk and two, you had to think about it. You avoided Eddie the entire week and even though he made attempts to come up and talk to you in the lunch line and at your locker, you just walked away. Eddie’s concern for you and the relationship you had turned to anger with you for ignoring him. It escalated to the point where he showed up to your house Friday night in the middle of a thunderstorm. You happened to be in the kitchen when you heard the knock on your door. You were no less than shocked when you opened the door to reveal a soaked Eddie Munson.

“Eddie?! What the hell are you doing here?...Oh my god, just come in.” He stepped through the door, he seemed upset and angry even. He looked at you and then turned his head to see your parents in the living room watching TV and then back at you. He grabbed your hand and started to pull you up the stairs.

“Door open.” Your mom lazily yelled as you were dragged into your room. Eddie closed the door behind you and sat on your desk chair, still soaking wet. You grabbed a towel from the closet and tossed it to him. His head was in his hands as he looked at the floor—he still hadn’t said a word.

“Eddie, what is going on? You can’t just come here and drag me to my room without saying anything!” You were angry and had to remind yourself not to yell. Eddie used the towel to dry his face and without looking up he said,

“You’re the one who hasn’t said anything. You’ve been ignoring me all week.” He had a seriousness in his voice that you weren’t used to hearing.

“Eddie, I–”

“Don’t. I knew I shouldn’t have fucking said anything.” He finally looked up at you. You sat on the edge of your bed.

“I just didn’t know what to say Eddie. It was just too much. I mean everything happened so fast and I just didn’t know what to say and I knew if I saw you, that would mean I would’ve had to think about it.”

“Do you regret it, [y/n]?”

“Eddie, no of course not. I just didn’t know what was going to happen after and I was too scared that things would change and I just couldn’t bring myself to talk about it.” You spoke slowly trying to find the best way to convey how you felt even though you didn’t really know yourself.

“Fuck, [y/n], you just left me in there and I thought I was never gonna see you again and then when you ignored me at school, my worst nightmare was coming true.” Being the slight asshole you were, you said,

“Me not talking to you is your worst nightmare?” There was a sense of sarcasm in your voice but Eddie was too focused to notice.

“You know I like you right?” He looked back down to the floor to avoid seeing whatever reaction you had.

“Eddie, I—fuck, this is all so confusing—Eddie…I meant what I said when I told you I enjoyed sleeping with you. And I don’t regret it, it’s just that I’ve always just thought of you as a friend. And there was a part of me that thought maybe you were just being my friend just to eventually have sex with me. And I—”

“Never in a million years.”

“What?” Eddie got up and sat next to you taking your hands in his.

“Never in a fucking million years would I just use you for sex”. His anger seemed to subside into concern.

“I…I just think I need time, Eddie. This is a lot all at once and I’m not used to these kinds of relationships with people.”

“It’s okay, take your time. I will always be here waiting for you.” It was true. Eddie would wait. Never in his life had someone made him feel more human than you did. You looked at him and placed your hand on his cheek—his still soaked hair brushing against you. The way Eddie was kind and always concerned for you melted your heart. You could cry just thinking about it. He was loud and confident but when he was with you, you could tell just how much he cared about you—he was softer. You stroked his cheek with your thumb and thought about kissing him, but you stopped yourself not wanting to make things more complicated than they already were. You didn’t know how to respond so you stood up and grabbed the towel you tossed him earlier. You brought it over and placed it over his head.

“Come on, we gotta get you dried off.” You let out a slight laugh and rubbed the towel over his hair much like how you would dry off a dog. He grabbed your forearms and let the towel slide to the floor. He looked at you once again with his soft eyes and stood up still holding onto you.

“Can I kiss you?” He said so quietly, that you could barely hear him. He continued,

“I know things are a mess right now but I—”. Before he could say anything else you kissed him bringing your hands to his face as his hands slid to your hips resting there gently. The kiss was loving, not full of desire or passion but care and concern for one another. You let go and hugged him.

“I’m sorry for ignoring you, I mean it. It was shitty. I’m sorry”.

“Don’t apologize, it was my fault for being too forward.”

“No Eddie, enough of that shit. I did something stupid and I’m sorry.” He didn’t say anything back but hugged you harder. You backed away and started walking downstairs, he followed.

“I’ll see you Monday Eddie. Don’t worry about me.”

“I’m always gonna worry about you princess.” He said with a smile and left back into the rain. It’s not like you could tell your parents about the current situation so you called Sam. Sam was friends with everyone. She was kind and respectful and was always doing one extracurricular or another and she always gave you the best advice. Sam functioned as though she had her whole life planned out, she knew who she wanted to be and you were just glad she wouldn’t judge you for the story you were about to tell her.

—Sorry for the abrupt cutoff! I swear I’m writing more as you read this! Stay tuned!

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfiction

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Talking Dirty with the Billionaire Boss by Serenity Woods

A Boss in a Million #1

Fanning myself and smiling as I think about this story – Holy Hotness was my first thought then, wholly hotness or perhaps holey hotness? Perhaps all apply ;) I say that sitting here a bit sleep deprived having stayed up till long after the electricity cut at midning, reading in the dark till after one when I finished the book, and then finding myself unable to sleep due till after two-thirty just thinking about Sidnie and Mack and the fact that there will be another book in the series coming soon. This book made for a splendid way to end my day and begin my morning!

What I liked:

* Sidnie: intelligent, hard worker, lovers her family, good friend, enjoys words, aspires to be an author, wise, open, caring, and HOT

* Mack: genius, wealthy, CEO of tech company, good friend, great people skills, philanthropist, has hidden depths, and a HOT perfect partner for Sidnie

* The way Mack and Sidnie were able to communicate with one another openly and honestly about…everything

* The supporting characters, how they were introduced, and how they fit into this story – family, friends, business partners, and others

* The plot, pacing, location, and writing

* That I was drawn in, felt a part of the story, cared about the main characters and also those on the sidelines

* I can’t think of anything I didn’t like except…

What I didn’t like:

* Who and what I was meant not to like – and it was easy to really dislike them and wish them a comeuppance – won’t tell you who but you will definitely pick them out as you read the book!

Did I like this book? My, oh my, YES

Would I read more in this series? Can’t wait to read it!

Thank you to the author for the ARC – This is my honest review.

5 Stars

BLURB

This story contains: profanity that will be offensive to some; over-indulgence of alcohol; descriptions of obscene wealth, power, and beauty; and numerous detailed sensual situations. Just wait till book two… When billionaire CEO Mack Hart demands I come to his office, I’m convinced it’s because he’s caught me on security camera taking photos of his files when I should have been cleaning. He’s young and sexy, he has a doctorate in Computer Science Engineering, an IQ of 172, and a bank balance containing nine zeroes. Nine! I can’t remember the last time mine wasn’t in the red. His research is so important that his rival will pay big money for it, and I desperately need some of that cash. Terrified, I expect to find the police waiting there with handcuffs, ready to whisk me off to prison. Instead, the surprisingly young, gorgeous entrepreneur seems more interested in the piece of paper I accidentally dropped the night before. It contains a poem. A very explicit poem I wrote about my perfect fantasy man. I’m sure he thinks it’s about him, which isn’t surprising considering how accurately he fits the bill. Mortified, I explain that I write steamy romance, but that it’s just a hobby, and I don’t have much experience in the real world. I wait for him to show me the door. Instead, he asks me to be his date at a party that evening. He could easily have any woman he wanted. He says he finds me fascinating, but I think he just wants to see whether I can talk as dirty as my poem suggests. Embarrassed, I try to turn him down. But Mack Hart is a man used to getting his own way. If I give in and have a one-night stand with him, maybe then I’ll be able to escape and forget how close I came to going to prison. I’m not agreeing because I want to sleep with the hot young billionaire. Honest. * Contains no cheating, no cliffhangers, just a scorching romance and a heart-melting HEA :-)

#Serenity Woods #A Boss in a Million 1 #Romance #Steamy Romance #NZ Romance #Family #Abuse #Fiction #Billionaire Romance

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do you write for Kie? I think it would be so cute if you did one where the boys started noticing their two favorite girls staring at each other all the time and making small comments that they finally have enough and do everything in their power to get them together :)

matchmaker // kiara carrera x neutral!reader

warnings: no s2 spoilers, weed, cursing

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Listen, Pope didn’t consider himself a matchmaker, but sometimes, he swore he just knew if two people were the right fit for each other. He had all kinds of predictions and failures of course; John B and Sarah side-blinded him for sure, but he was holding out for one couple in particular and if he lost his bets on them, everything else was lost. You and Kiara had been pining after each other for so long, Pope swore if I had to wait longer he would die of impatient-ness.

He kept his suspicions to himself, mostly. JJ didn’t exactly have a quiet mouth and John B let things slip every now and then, so Pope kept quiet until the beans spilled one day.

“Is it just me, or are Kie and Y/N totally staring at each other when the other isn’t looking?” JJ asked. He, John B, and Pope were sitting on their boards out in the water as they waited for a wave.

“It’s definitely not just you,” John B answered quickly. “They held hands in the kitchen this morning for like three minutes.”

Pope let out a loud groan. “I have been waiting for someone other than me to notice for forever!” He let his arms flop into the water dramatically, splashing the two boys next to him.

“Why didn’t you just say something?” JJ asked as he wiped water from his face.

Pope glared at him. “You guys suck at keeping secrets.”

“Do not!”

“I’m a tad bit insulted there, Pope. Not gonna lie.”

“Can we focus?” Pope interrupted their whining as he motioned his hand towards where you and Kiara were sitting on the beach. “We have to get them together, okay? They’re my endgame.”

“Endgame? Like the Avengers and they turn to dust?”

“That’s Infinity War, you dumbass.”

With a sigh, Pope ran a hand down his face in annoyance. Clearly, it was going to be up to him to play matchmaker this time.

Your eyes watched Kiara out on her board as you sat in the sand. She had joined the boys in the water shortly after the two of you finished your daily crime podcast. It had become a small tradition to listen to one episode a day. John B would listen every now and again but it didn’t take long before JJ distracted him or Sarah walked in to steal his attention.

You weren’t sure what exactly was going on between you and Kie. You were infatuated with every bit of her, she was everything to you, and you guys connected instantly since the moment you met each other. You couldn’t help but crave her presence, from her fun personality to the beautiful smile on her face, Kie was everything.

“Staring at Kie?” Pope’s voice interrupted your daydream. You hadn't even noticed him exit the water to sit by you.

“Jesus, Pope, you scared the shit out of me.” You placed a hand on your chest in shock. He gave you a curious look making you roll your eyes. “Yes, I’m staring at Kie. Thank you very much.”

Pope looked back out at the water where JJ and John B were talking to the girl in question. “Go surf with her.”

“I suck at surfing we all know that,” You huffed. You had always admired the way Kie had the confidence to do whatever she put her mind to.

“Fine, I’ll give you that one. But hey, I’m sure she’d be willing to teach you.” He was trying his best to find ways to get you and Kie alone, you could tell, and you appreciated the effort.

Glancing over, you gave him a smile but shook your head slightly. “I know what you’re trying to do, Pope, and I appreciate it, but I don’t think it’ll happen. Plus, no Pogue on Pogue macking, remember?”

“I think we could make an exception,” He suggested as he shrugged. “Seriously. You guys would be so good together.”

You sighed, “Thanks, Pope, but I’m not getting my hopes up.”

Now that John B and JJ were on board, Pope decided to make it their mission to get you and Kiara together. Subtle nudges, random seat swaps, and oddly convenient car break downs had the two of you spending more time alone and by each other’s sides. You definitely weren’t complaining about it.

Fridays were movie nights when there wasn’t a party. JJ usually wouldn’t pay attention unless it was a horror movie so you figured they already had one in mind. You had been in charge of snacks for the occasion which the boys didn’t hesitate to devour.

“I call the couch!” John B’s voice covered the whole room as he jumped and splayed out over the worn couch cushion. JJ and Pope were quick to settle down with their backs against the furniture John B reserved, leaving the giant bean bag chair of Kie’s for the two of you.

You rolled your eyes at their actions. “Do you seriously need the whole damn couch?” You groaned. You knew what they were up to and it was hard to be mad at them, but it did make things a bit awkward.

“We can share, Y/N/N.” Kie smiled and grabbed the bowl of popcorn from the counter before sitting down in the bean bag. You flipped the boys off before stealing your blanket from JJ and plopping down next to her.

The intro to The Conjuring was the same as always, but JJ insisted on watching it. You swore it was because he was too scared to watch another movie where he didn’t know what would happen but he was adamant that wasn’t it.

The popcorn had soon disappeared and Pope’s snoring was beginning to get too loud once you hit the middle of the film. “Wanna go smoke?” Kiara whispered as she leaned closer. You quickly nodded, ready to get away from the boys and the boring movie so you followed her out the door.

“You know what they’re doing, right?” She asked softly as she rummaged through JJ’s backpack to find the dab pen that was no doubt in there somewhere. A small cheer of success left her lips once she found it in the pocket

You hugged a pillow to your chest as you watched her before she came to sit next to you. “What do you mean?” You asked before taking a hit when she offered.

“They’re pushing us together,” She chuckled. “It’s funny actually. They’re trying so hard and think it’s not obvious but it totally is.”

You nodded as a smile formed on your face too. “They probably think they’re so subtle.”

Time passed for a bit under a comfortable silence until she spoke up again. “What if they weren’t wrong to try it?”

By now, the hits from JJ’s pen were starting to kick in but you were glad to have a chance to get your feelings out in the open. “They aren’t wrong. It’s just a matter of us telling each other and making sure they don’t know that they were right.”

Kie laughed, the sound warm and comforting as you fidgeted with the pillow in your hands. Your heart was racing from nerves, but it seemed to skyrocket when she leaned over and kissed your cheek. “Guess the cat’s out of the bag then, huh?”

“I think we won the award for slow burn romance,” You joked as you brushed a piece of hair behind her ear before leaning to kiss her fully.

“Yes! Woohoo!! I won this game of matchmaker!” Pope’s cheering was loud enough to break you apart, but too happy to ruin the moment. You and Kie pulled away laughing to look over your shoulders where the boys were standing in surprise.

Kie raised her eyebrows at their presence. “Did we invite you to watch our makeout session?”

John B quickly shook his head. “No, no, but you did just make JJ pay me five bucks.”

JJ groaned and tossed his head back in annoyance. “Damn it, John B!”

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doctorstethoscope · 3 years

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The Right Chapter 22 || Aaron Hotchner x Fem Reader

helloooooo besties and happy Saturday!

Read previous chapters of this fic here!

contains: canon-typical descriptions of violence and death

wordcount: 1.9k

You're passing the diamond on your chain between your fingers anxiously a few days later as you and Spencer pour over a map on the jet. You’re headed to Colorado after a family annihilator had struck twice in the same small Denver suburb. The whole town was on alert, and you needed to solve this one fast before the whole state devolved into hysteria. Hotch decided on the jet to send you, Reid and JJ to the precinct-- you and Reid will keep working on the geographic profile, and JJ will coordinate local law enforcement. He, Morgan and Emily are headed to the neighborhood to see if any of the locals had noticed anything off.

“There has to be a connection to this specific suburb. Why come ten miles outside of Denver when the city, or even a closer suburb, would be a more target-rich environment?” You floated an idea past Spencer, who nodded in agreement.

“You think he sought out these families in particular?” He asked, turning his attention to the pictures on the whiteboard.

“Not necessarily. Garcia’s still looking for a connection between the families, but so far she hasn’t found one. I think these two families were practice for something worse, or for a family that matters more to him.” You conclude, hoping more than ever that you had profiled wrong.

“If that’s the case, our presence here might trigger the unsub to escalate,” he points out with a grimace.

“Or, hopefully, it will send him into hiding.”

“We’ll never find him if he does that.”

“We’re gonna have to.” You sigh, pulling your attention back towards the map. You pour over it, certain that if you look just a little closer, the answer will jump out at you, but it doesn’t.

Geographic profiles are always helpful, and you and Spencer were great at them, but they rarely solved cases on their own. The reality of the situation is that without any info on the unsub or the connection between the victims, you were essentially trying to create something out of nothing. You push your chair out from the table, deciding to give your mind and your eyes a break, when your phone starts to ring. It’s Garcia.

“Oh, you’re just my favorite person.” You said into the phone by way of greeting, hoping that she’s going to present you with the missing piece that will make all of these seemingly unrelated pieces of information make sense together.

“Careful, peach! There’s someone else on the line who might object to that,” Garcia warns you.

“What do you have for us, Penelope?” Aaron asks.

“So, the Sutton and Mack families have more in common than we thought-- not so much socioeconomically, but their kids were both enrolled at the local high school, although different ages, and the moms were on the PTA together.”

“Were they friends? The kids, or the moms for that matter?” You ask immediately.

“It doesn’t really look like it, but I’m going to keep digging,” she tells you.

“And no connection between the fathers?” Hotch asks.

“Nope, Mr. Sutton was an attorney and Mr. Mack was a cab driver. Doesn’t seem like they ever would have met.” She tells you both.

“Garcia, do me a favor and make sure Mr. Sutton wasn’t in Mr. Mack’s cab within the last month or so. Let us know when you have more.”

“Oh, sir, before you both go, there’s one more thing.” She blurts out before Aaron can hang up the phone. “It’s about Josh.”

You take a sharp breath in, and Spencer’s in tune to you immediately, his head jerking up from the maps, looking you over to make sure you’re okay.

“What is it?” Hotch asks, sounding every bit as tense as you feel.

“Josh was arrested this morning. Busted for possession during a traffic stop,” She tells you and you let out a sigh of relief.

“That’s… that’s great news.” You say.

“I thought you’d both like to know.” Garcia tells you.

“Anything else?” Hotch asks, and you're perplexed by his lack of response to such a good update.

“No, that’s all for now. I’ll call you back as soon as I have more on the case.” She says, and the line clicks.

“What was that about?” Spencer asks, bringing you back to reality, and you share the info from Garcia about the victims. You can tell that he knows that there’s more, but he doesn’t press and you don’t offer.

“If both the kids and the moms knew each other, we could be looking at a bullied kid or a woman scorned.” You theorize.

“A woman wouldn’t kill the kids, at least not a mother. And if the woman wasn’t from the PTA, why target these moms in particular?” Spencer argues, and you agree.

“Could be a man, too. Maybe he’s jealous that he doesn’t have the picture-perfect family he’s destroying.”

‘That’s more likely. Although with nothing connecting two husbands, we’ll have a hard time profiling a man if that’s the case.”

“Okay, so for now we focus on the kids until we find something that pulls us another way. You want to take the Macks and I’ll work on the Suttons?”

“Will do.”

You work in silence for a couple more hours until Hotch, Morgan and Emily return.

“Anything helpful?” JJ asks, coming into the room behind them.

“The moms were friendly, but not necessarily friends. The kids mostly hung out in separate social circles, it seems.” Morgan informs you all.

“Any obvious power imbalances between the kids groups, or bullying?” You asked.

“None that any of the kids we interviewed brought up.” Emily tells you.

“None of the moms mentioned it either-- and they’d be more likely to bring it up than the kids would.” Aaron tells you.

“So we’ve got a whole lot of nothing.” JJ concludes, and you sigh.

You all continue to work for a few more hours-- putting together profiles of each of the members of the families that ultimately bring you no closer to finding the unsub.

“We’ll be back here first thing tomorrow morning-- there’s nothing else we can do tonight.” Hotch concludes as he pins the last index card to the cork board. “Let’s head to the hotel and get some rest.”

Despite the exhaustion that has soaked its way deep into your bones, you and the rest of the team pull yourselves out of your chairs and towards the SUVs. You nearly sink into the leather, and if he wasn’t such a stark professional, you might have asked him to carry you up to your hotel room. He did, however, offer you a very gentlemanly hand to help you out of the car, and wrap his arm around your waist as the two of you trudged your way into the elevator and down the hall towards your room. You collapse onto the mattress as soon as you make it through the door, and Aaron chuckles at you, taking a moment to brush his teeth and change. When he settles on top of the covers next to you, you speak up, although hadn’t really intended to do so.

“Aaron, can I ask you something?”

“You can ask me anything, my love,” Aaron mumbles like it’s the easiest thing in the world as he leans over to set the hotel alarm clock that sits on the bedside table.

“When Garcia told us that Josh was arrested… you didn’t seem happy.” You said, decidedly not a question. He answers you anyway, shifting towards you to look you in the eye before he speaks up.

“I’m sorry honey. I’m relieved, of course I am. I was just focused on the case this morning. Maybe I haven’t fully processed it yet,” he confesses. “But of course I’m happy for you. I would have been happier to arrest him myself, but this is just as well.” He tells you with a rueful smirk.

He’s lying, and you can see it in his face. Maybe lying is a strong word, but there is definitely more to it than he’s telling you. “You’re sure? There’s nothing else that’s bothering you?” You pushed, but he shook his head, looking down at his lap.

“I’m sure, doll. I really am happy. We’ll take Jack out when we get home to celebrate.” He tells you, leaning over to kiss your temple.

“Maybe a bike ride and some ice cream? I haven’t been out on the bike with him since he got his training wheels off.” You suggested.

“Sounds perfect,” he tells you, reaching to kiss you again and moving to wrap his arms around you, which you dodged.

“Get the bed nice and toasty for me while I change,” you smirked, rolling off the mattress and heading towards your suitcase for some pajamas.

You were back at the police station before the sun rose the next morning, pouring over the transcripts of what had come in from the tip line the night before in the hopes that you might find something useful. Your desk looked the same way it used to when you were studying for exams in the academy-- papers and highlighters scattered everywhere, color coordinated page flags littering all of your documents.

“Cupcake, if I didn’t know any better, I might think you were the serial killer,” Morgan comments with a smirk, setting a hot cup of coffee in a relatively-unoccupied patch of desk.

“Very funny, Derek.” you rolled your eyes. “I’m only letting you live because you brought me coffee. And because I’m too tired to kick you,” you told him.

“Do you want any help?” He offers, and you smile, but shake your head at him.

“No, thanks. I’ve got a pretty strict organizational system going on over here, if you hadn’t noticed,” you chuckle. “But you can come to the medical examiner’s office with me in an hour or so?”

“It’s a date, mama.” He confirms, rapping his knuckles against your desk before going back to his own workspace. You flip through a few more pages, leaving scribbled notes and wayward highlighter in the margins, before you notice something and call Garcia.

“Good morning, peach! What can I do you for?” Garcia asks in her usual cheery tone, clearly far ahead of you in terms of cups of coffee consumed.

“Morning,” you say to her. “Listen, something came in through the tip line last night, and it’s probably nothing, but I just have this feeling…”

“Lay it on me,” she tells you encouragingly.

“So, Mark Vexper is a long-term sub at the high school where all of the kids went. He didn’t go to work the day after both of the murders. He had a scheduled personal day the first day, and he called in sick the second. Like I said, probably just a coincidence--”

“No stone left unturned, kitten! I’m on it. Buzz you when I have more.” She says, hanging up unceremoniously.

“Good catch,” Hotch says from behind you, and you startle.

“It’s probably just a coincidence,” you brush the compliment off.

“Maybe, but we won’t know until we look into it,” he tells you. “You feeling okay?” He asks.

“I just really want to catch this guy and get home to our boy.” You tell him, and his heart warms. Looking around surreptitiously, he drops a quick kiss to the crown of your head.

“Me, too, angel. We’ll get him.” He tells you.

An unexplainable chill runs up your spine, and you have a strange feeling that Aaron’s not talking about this unsub.

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thefallennightmare · 3 years

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Amnesia

Pairings: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Words: 2551

Warnings: A few swears, ANGST(lets be real, what else is new?), and some fluff.

Summary Request: Sebastian and reader broke up like a year ago and one day she receives a call from the hospital and they tell her that Seb had an accident and she’s still his emergency contact so she goes to see him because she still loves him. And when he wakes up he has amnesia and he doesn’t remember they broke up, so he thinks they’re still together and the doctors tell her she has to play along because telling him the truth can be damage for his brain and he has to remember on his own?

A/N: Here is the very long awaited request someone sent in. I’m so incredibly sorry this took SO LONG to write but life got away from me. I really hope you like it and it was well worth the wait.

The double doors in front of me opened with a breeze as I quickly walked up to the small lady behind the front desk. She was chatting with another girl but the conversation immediately ceased when I walked up.

“Hi, can I help you?” Her tired voice asked.

Guilt raked me when I realized exactly how late it was but knew that this was normal for them.

“Uh, my name is Y/N Y/LN. I got a call from Dr. Stone that someone was admitted to the emergency room,” I stuttered over a few of my words.

“Can I have the patient's name?” The nurse clicked at her computer.

“Sebastian Stan.”

I hadn't muttered that name in so long that it sounded so foreign on my lips.

The nurse's ears perked up and she crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m going to need to see some I.D.”

Muttering some not so nice things under my breath, I slid my I.D over to her and smirked in triumph. “Can I go see him now?”

“Room 5 on the right,” she nodded behind the desk, where the doors to the emergency room opened.

A large breath left my lips as I slowly walked towards the room, preparing myself for what I was about to see. The phone call I received said that he had fallen while doing a stunt, hitting his head hard on the mat below him. Thankfully he wasn’t severely injured but what worried me was what the doctor had stressed on the phone.

He thinks it is April of 2019.

That was over a year ago.

He had amnesia but the doctor was very optimistic that it was temporary and that he would remember everything soon; I needed to be the one to help him with it.

“Y/N?”

My feet came to a halt at the deep voice behind me and I gave the man in a leather jacket a soft smile. “Hey Anthony. How is he?”

Mackie smiled. “He’s good, all things considered. He still thinks it's April of last year.”

“So he thinks?” I trailed off.

Anthony nodded. “The docs think it’s going to help him if you play along, pretend you two are still together.”

I let out a soft sigh. “I don’t think I can, Mack. We exactly didn’t have the easiest break up.”

“I know but anything to help him get better, right?”

I nodded, agreeing, and with a quick hug goodbye to Anthony, I entered the room trying to ignore the doubts that filled my mind.

He laid in his bed, the T.V in the corner playing a soft tune of FRIENDS reruns but his eyes weren’t watching it; they were trained on me.

“Hey babe, I was wondering when you would get here.” He went to sit up in bed but hissed in pain.

“Seb, relax. You don’t need to sit up, you should be relaxing,” I chastised him.

Pulling the chair next to his bed, I sat down and hesitated before taking his extended hand. His hair was much poofier than I remembered and the amount of grey hair in his beard had doubled. The bags under his eyes were deeper than the last time I had seen him, his work schedule weighing him down.

“What happened?” I questioned.

Sebastian squeezed my hand. “I fell while doing a stunt. Doctors said I smacked my head really good.”

“Did they say when you could leave?” I asked.

“Tonight. They suggested that you watch me closely, in case I do have a concussion.”

My heart sank. We had to spend the night together?

Biting my lip, I quickly nod. “Of course, Seb.”

Silence fell between us and it took him a second to notice something was wrong.

“Are you okay?,” he questioned while lifting my gaze to meet him. “You seem distant.”

Swallowing the large lump in my throat, I tried my best to reassure him with a nod. “Yeah, I was worried about you, that’s all.”

My heart hammered in my chest when I felt his soft lips graze across my forehead. “I’m okay, babe. I’ll be even better when we're back home in bed.”

I felt my body stiffen at that thought of us in bed together. How could I play it off that we were still together and in love when truthfully, we should hate each other? We broke up over a year ago and it was the nastiest one I had ever experienced.

We hadn’t spoken one word to each other since that night but I couldn’t help but feel warmth fill my heart knowing I was still his emergency contact.

Tonight was going to be fun.

“Need anything else, Seb?” I questioned after getting him set in bed.

The flat we used to share looked exactly the same, as if I never left. The clean pile of clothes still had a permanent residence on the large grey chair in the corner of the room; Seb never having the time to put them away.

The light from the moon still cascaded it’s way through the bay window, causing beautiful shadows across the hardwood floor and across Seb’s face.

“Just you in bed with me,” Seb gave me a cheeky grin.

I couldn’t help to mirror it before nodding. “Give me a few minutes, I want to freshen up before bed.”

Eyes followed my every movement as I rummaged through the dresser drawers, remembering where Seb kept his shirts and sweats. My body froze when I saw the picture that sat upon the dresser. It was one of us when we were vacationing in Greece and we were standing in front of the Acropolis.

I couldn't help but pick it up, smiling at the fond memory.

“We should go again,” Sebastian's voice said from behind me.

I nodded. “It was a great trip, wasn't it?”

Tears brimmed at my eyes but before he could say anything about it, I scurried into the master bath, letting the door quickly shut behind me. While I freshened up, I tried everything to not let this whole situation bother me.

How could I pretend to still be with Sebastian, knowing what I know. There was a point, long ago, that we were happy. We loved each other, more than anyone knew, but the love wasn’t enough for the doubt that weighed us down.

“Y/N?”

A soft knock tapped against the door.

With a quick sniffle and wiping away my tears, I quickly opened the bathroom door. “You okay?”

Sebastian looked at me with a worried look. “Were you crying?”

I shook my head. “No, I’m fine.”

“You shut the door. You never shut the door,” Sebastian noted.

“Oh,” my fingers gripped the dark wood, forgetting that I always used to keep the bathroom door open when we lived together.

Sebastian's fingers laced with my own and with a gentle tug, I followed him to the bed. Before I knew it, my head was on his chest and his strong fingers raked through my hair. The familiar feeling made my stomach flip and I bit my lip, hoping the tears didn’t force their way out.

“I know you were scared from my accident today but I promise babe, I’m okay.” Seb’s soft voice comforted me.

No words were finding their way through my throat so all I could do was nod. I allowed myself to look in his gorgeous green eyes and with one quick look, I told myself that this was going to hurt like hell when this was all over.

Just like it did when we broke up.

The domestic bliss found its way between us and I allowed myself to melt into his embrace. My finger traced circles on his bare chest while he rubbed my back.

“You know what I noticed,” Seb’s voice spoke.

“Hmm?”

“You haven’t given me one kiss tonight,” He pouted.

My body froze in his embrace and he immediately noticed. I sat up in bed while Seb reluctantly let me go.

“I’m sorry, I can’t do this,” I cried while getting out of bed and starting to collect my things.

“Y/N, what is going on?” Sebastian questioned.

“You honestly don’t remember anything?” I asked after taking a quick pause while putting on my shoes.

When he shook his head, I couldn’t stop the word vomit that spit out of my mouth.

“We broke up, Seb! Over a year ago!”

He shook his head. “What?”

Pinching my eyes together, I let out a large sigh. “The doctors said you had amnesia and the last thing you remembered was April of last year. We broke up last July.”

“I’m confused. Then why are you here?”

“The doctors thought it would be best if I played along, to help you remember on your own but I can’t do it anymore. Knowing how we broke up and why; I can’t pretend that we are in love when you actually don't anymore.”

I could see in Sebastian’s eyes that he still wasn’t believing what I was saying so I pulled out my phone, letting a voicemail play on speaker.

“Y/N, I know that we’re not in the same city right now and this is a terrible way to do this but I can’t do it anymore. We’ve been apart for almost a month now and I’ve come to realize that I can’t keep stringing you along. I need time to grow and focus on my career, I can’t have someone waiting for me back home when I don’t even know when the next time I would be coming home. It’s not fair to you to wait for me; for someone that can’t keep his promises. I’ll be home next month so that gives you time to move out. I’m sorry.”

Silence fell throughout the flat, the sudden look of remembrance flashing across Sebastian’s face.

“Oh fuck,” he breathed. “I remember.”

“You broke up with me with a fucking voicemail. A three year relationship ended with a goddamn voicemail!” I yelled.

“I was scared,” Seb defended.

My eyes doubled with anger. “Don’t give me that bullshit again, Seb. We went through this already. I just want to get my things and go home.”

I went to run down the stairs away from him but he stepped in front of me, stopping me.

“I never meant to hurt you, Y/N. It wasn’t fair to you for me stringing you along. I was only thinking of you.”

“Give me a break, Sebastian! You broke up with me then a week later you were seen with some blonde chick!” I yelled.

Sebastian ran a hand through his hair and his shoulders fell. “It wasn’t what the media made it seem like.”

“Did you sleep with her?” I asked, the same question that I had asked him the last time I saw him.

“No,” Seb answered without hesitation.

The same answer he gave me last time.

“I can’t keep having the same fight, Seb. It’s exhausting. I was finally in a good place with myself. I was getting over you then got a phone call telling me you had an accident. My world stopped. I thought you were seriously hurt, Sebastian. The second I saw you, all those feelings came back.”

He stuffed his hands deep in his sweat pockets and shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Y/N.”

“Do you think we could ever go back to how we used to be?” I asked.

This time, Sebastian hesitated. “I don’t know. My brain is still so fucked from my fall today. It’s hard remembering some things.”

I nodded, reluctantly getting my things together before walking away. “Let me know when you do know, Seb.”

The same heartbreak I felt a year ago resurfaced as I realized that Sebastian was letting me walk out of his apartment and out of his life; again.

My T.V played a soft tune in the background as I browsed through my phone, trying to let another boring day pass. My fingers had a mind of their own as I typed away a certain username on Instagram, wanting to know what he was up to.

Nothing new.

No posts or stories.

Sebastian had been M.I.A on instagram for over a month now, since before his accident.

And since the last time we had seen each other.

We both had no contact with each other, not knowing where we stood. Or even in there was something between us to hold us together. I knew it in my heart that even though how we ended was terrible, I still wanted to be with Sebastian. I wanted to be like how we used to be but there was a doubt lingering in my mind; would he want the same? Would he even feel the same?

The clock on the wall struck midnight, the chimes sounded loud bouncing off the walls of my small apartment.

A soft groan left my lips as I stood up and started making my way towards my bedroom, however, a persistent knock on the door locked my feet in place.

My eyes darted to the bat that laid against the wall next to the door. Who was at my door in the middle of the night?

“Y/N?”

His deep but yet soft voice immediately eased my fear. Before I could even second guess my decision, I found myself opening the door.

Sebastian stood in front of me, his hair way more fluffier than the last time I saw him. The stubble on his face had grown in and I smiled at the few grey hairs peeking its way through. He looked distraught, his thoughts keeping himself up the last few nights.

He let out a few deep sighs, hesitating a few times, something deep on his mind.

We both stared at each other for a few moments, the lust and love that we felt when we were together clouding around us. It encased us in our own bubble and without a second thought, Sebastian was crossing the threshold attacking my lips with his own.

My hands gripped his hips while his own found their way through my hair, gently pulling on the roots. The kiss was one of those ‘hungry, teeth smacking, and lip biting’ kisses; the kind that made your head spin and insides melt.

Reluctantly, we broke apart to take a breath but not before Seb placed another chaste kiss on my lips.

“I know the way I ended things was a dick move and I should have broken up with you in person.”

My vision was still blurry from the kiss so all I could do was nod.

“If you still want me, I’m here. If you want me out of your life for good, just say the word and I’m gone. But if that kiss means anything to you as it did to me, I know that I’m right where I need to be.”

“Lock the door,” I mumbled against his lips. “We have a year of catching up to do.”

My giggles sounded throughout the apartment when I felt Seb toss me over his shoulder, carrying me up the stairs towards my bedroom.

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legends-of-apex · 3 years

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‘The Day He Didn’t’

Robbie Reyes/Ghost Rider x Reader (angst, fluff)

Word count: 5,100

Rating: T (tw for death and grief, brief suggestiveness)

Summary: *Spoilers for Agents of SHIELD season 4* You, an agent of SHIELD and long-time resident of the Reyes household, deal with the fallout from Robbie’s “death” in episode 8. This fic mainly explores the relationship you had with Robbie and how you come to terms with his death whilst trying to take care of Gabe in his absence. Based on this request for anon. Reader is described as female.

Author’s note: I’m so sorry in advance to anyone who reads this as there so much angst! Some fluff sprinkled in there as well but mainly angst! Hope you guys enjoy it all the same! Please feel free to let me know what you think ☺️

“Cariña?” You stopped dead in your tracks, almost dropping the bundle of paperwork in your arms at the sound of the nickname only one person in the world had for you. You turned to see Robbie walking towards you with Mack and Daisy, “What are you doing here?” he asked, surprise evident on his face despite knowing your profession. The only reason he didn't have many apprehensions about helping out SHIELD in the first place was because you worked for them so he figured they couldn’t be all bad.

“I work here.” You blinked just to make sure you weren’t seeing things, “What on Earth are you doing here?”

Worry instantly seeped into your pores, and knowing it would, he took your hand in his, silently telling you everything was alright as his thumb smoothly dragged over your knuckles. He’d always avoided the authorities like the plague and you worried he’d been captured for all he’d been doing as Ghost Rider recently but given the lack of hostility towards him from the others in the halls, you guessed he wasn’t some escaped prisoner and was working with your team.

“This is your civilian boyfriend from east LA?” Daisy asked, never putting two and two together. To her credit, there were probably thousands of mechanics living in east LA and that was all you’d told her about him for fear she’d go snooping. What were the chances your boyfriend would be the one guy with a flaming head that she’d been tracking down?

They left you alone to talk and the very first thing he did was wrap you up in his arms. You were due home from SHIELD that evening. Having been away for a little over a week, he’d missed you terribly. Gabe had too although he’d never admit it. You sighed into his arms and placed a kiss on his cheek, unable to hug him back due to all the paperwork you carried.

Home had come to you rather than the other way around today, it seems.

“You know when I said I wasn’t worried about you working for SHIELD?” He grinned, “I’d like to officially retract that statement. The shit you guys have to deal with here is crazy.”

“Oh, you mean the guys with flaming heads and stuff?” You joked.

“It’s the ‘and stuff’ that has me worried now that I’ve seen it firsthand.” Your worlds weren’t so different after all and that worried him just because he knew how dangerous it was. You could take care of yourself, of that he was certain, but he never thought for a minute that you were dealing with the likes of him at your nine to five. Given how little you were legally allowed to tell him, he never asked and you never told.

“Oh please, I’m hardly ever in the field.” You assured, not wanting to worry him. What neither of you did was easy or safe but at least you got paid for what you did, he just got tired, “SHIELD is as safe as spy agencies come.”

Three days later Robbie was dead.

You quit SHIELD on the spot in favour of returning home to his little brother Gabe. Not only had the most important person in the world to him just died but the very reason for his demise was their uncle Eli.

You’d lived with him and Gabe for years, since Eli got sent to prison. Gabe had just lost the use of his legs and Robbie became the sole provider for the two of them. They needed you. And you needed them, and a place to stay. You got Eli’s old room. He didn’t mind, if anything he was glad the boys had someone looking out for them in his absence even if you spent half the week at work with SHIELD.

Robbie and Gabe still shared a room at the time despite their age but that didn’t last all too long once you moved in. Soon Gabe was sick of his brother’s late nights and when winter rolled around and the gas bill got too expensive, you were freezing in that room on your own. With the portable heater in Gabe’s room and Robbie sleeping in with you most nights anyway, it was the cold that finally pushed him out of sharing with his brother and into sharing with you.

Even though you’d been living with them for months, you and Robbie only really said you’d move in together once he shared a room with you. He kept your heart and your body feeling warm and safe. He was so endlessly, hopelessly warm in both body and mind despite everything. But it was when you moved in together that you started to notice something more than the trauma of what happened to him and Gabe that one night was bothering him. There was something very, very wrong with Robbie.

You even saw it in his eyes sometimes. The pain. The fire.

One night as you sat straddling his lap, gazing down at him with your hands braced against his strong chest, talking about what happened with Eli of all things when his eyes changed. They took on a molten orange hue. It wasn’t the first time you’d seen it but it was the first time you’d not been otherwise too… occupied…to mention it.

“Your eyes-” you started but you had no idea what else to say. Suddenly the permanent smell of burn made sense and the late nights he said he spent at Canello’s despite the lack of extra income. The Ghost Rider had been all over local news channels. He’d been targeting the same gang that shot up the car with Robbie and Gabe inside. White supremacist gangs too.

His panicked eyes searched your face, desperate for any indication of what you were thinking. His thumbs rubbed circles into the outside of your thighs as you stared at the pillow beside his head, gaze unfocused before you finally swallowed and locked your eyes with his.

“Are you...” You didn’t need to say anymore, he saw the realisation on your face and he nodded immediately. He wasn’t able to voice the answer, far too paralysed with fear as to what your reaction would be but he was done hiding this from you. To his surprise, you flung your arms around his neck and squeezed him so tight it hurt.

You wouldn’t tell Gabe, you wouldn’t tell the cops or SHIELD and most importantly of all, you weren’t going to leave him because of it.

Since then it seemed like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, made his steps a little lighter. The late nights he was out hunting were spent with you worrying about him since then, despite him assuring you that as long as that demon was in him he literally couldn’t die.

Most of the time you waited up for him so you could check him over and make sure he was okay, make sure his mind could ease and return to earth after the spike in adrenaline that came with the Rider taking over for a few hours. Although sometimes he was out so late that sleep took you despite your best efforts.

On one such night, he heard a soft mumblr of his name in the darkness of your bedroom, your voice quiet and strained with sleep. He felt his heart ache with the longing that laced it.

He crouched down at the foot of the bed so you could see that he was alright, that he was home, “Yeah cariña, I’m here.” He replied in a half-whisper, careful not to wake you up any more than you already were. He leant down to press a kiss to your forehead and recoiled at the temperature of your skin, “You’re freezing?”.

The heating got switched off again, but he didn’t need to know that right now. You made sure Gabe had the portable heater and a few extra blankets, knowing you’d have all the heat you needed once Robbie got home. “Got all the heat I need right here,” You tapped his chest softly. He was so inhumanly warm thanks to the hellfire bubbling within. Too warm for you to hold him for long in the scorching summer, but the perfect temperature for when the nights grew cold.

The moment he lay down beside you he was tugging you towards him, enveloping your body with his as much as he could. You nuzzled your face into his chest, clinging on to the fabric of his shirt. He tucked the covers in around your body before bringing his arm to rest across you, letting his fingers run a trail across your back.

“That better?” He asked and you nodded, finally able to exhale a breath at being a comfortable temperature.

“Yeah baby, thank you. Much better now you’re here.” His entire being radiated comfort, “Rough night? You look exhausted.” He truly did. Heavy bags hung beneath his eyes and he seemed like he could barely keep his eyes open.

“I am. But it always makes me feel better knowing I get to come home to you after.” He pressed a kiss to the bridge of your nose, eliciting a giggle, “You comfy?” He asked and you nodded, “Good cause I ain’t moving till well past midday tomorrow.”

“And skip your favourite meal of the day?” You questioned all whilst settling down further into the mattress beneath you, eyes heavy with sleep.

“Baby, the only breakfast I need is nestled right between your thighs.” He was so close to sleep just then that you weren’t sure he even knew half of what he was saying.

You laughed, but your tone quickly sobered, “I was worried about you,” you hadn’t heard him come in. You only realised he was home when you woke up to the faint smell of burnt material filling your nostrils as it often did when he was around.

“You don’t gotta worry about me. You know I’ll always come back to you and Gabe.”

You hummed in agreement, “You better….”

“I will.” He affirmed, pressing his lips to your forehead, closing his eyes for the night as he did.

To his credit, he did come back to you night after night, day after day until the one day he didn’t.

All you could do was watch in horror as his own uncle impaled him with spikes of solid carbon. You had seen the look on his face when it happened. He knew exactly what he had to do but it meant breaking his promise to you and to Gabe but Ghost Rider did it for him anyway. At the very least it was quick for both he and Eli, at least he hadn’t suffered.

“He doesn’t even have a grave!” Gabe was in hysterics when you told him. Although the look on your face when you came through the door that day was telling enough of what happened. No body and no death records meant no grave. Nothing to remember him by except for the people who knew him and the emptiness in that house in his wake.

“Why don’t we go make one then, huh?” You offered.

That’s how the tiny wooden cross made its way into the back garden. A sharpened end so it sank into the ground right next to another one for Eli. It wasn’t much. But it was something and it seemed to make Gabe feel better about not being able to bury them. He prayed in front of it sometimes. Religion was big in their family but he’d never really cared for it until now, knowing their parents would be rolling in their graves with Robbie not having a grave or even a body to bury properly.

Both graves were adorned with marigolds. You brought Gabe to the market each week to buy more so the scent stayed fresh. He said they were usually reserved for Dia de los Muertos, the smell and vibrant orange colour was used to bring the souls of the dead towards an altar or a grave, but he said it couldn’t hurt to leave them there whilst the flowers were in season.

The only family he had left was gone in one fell swoop. Robbie always said he dreaded the day they’d have to bury Eli and add him to the list of family Gabe lost. The thought that he’d be on that list and added to the altar alongside his parents never even crossed his mind.

Despite everything, Gabriel decided to keep going to school and you couldn’t have been prouder of him for it. And you still helped him with homework, despite some of it already seeming like it was beyond you due to how advanced the content he was learning was. You helped him out with essays a lot as he struggled with those the most. Math and science were his true favourites, business too.

You sat at the kitchen table reading over an essay he needed help with as you often did. Although now there was no Robbie to come in from work and press a kiss to your head, or your neck if Gabe was out of the room. There was no one to mess up the neat part in Gabe’s hair or steal a chip from his plate. No comforting roar of the Dodge Charger as he pulled into the drive or rustling of the shopping bags or takeout that he’d bring home. No one to coax you into his lap or out for a drive to nowhere after dinner when Gabe went to his room to game with his online friends.

You missed him. You felt the loss of him in every sense of the word. Like there was a hole in your lives and that house.

It hit you hard sometimes and then the tears would leak. There was really nothing you could do to stop it. Gabe was the same although it was usually on weekends when they’d have spent the most time together that he got the most upset. That’s when he truly felt the loss. Robbie used to take him to a nearby arcade on Saturday mornings and they’d maybe catch a movie after, forever making sure that Gabe got the childhood he never had.

“I miss him. I miss him so much.”

“I know, Gabe. I know.” You’d pet over his hair as soaked the material of your shirt with his tears. And as much as it pained you to hear it, you were always glad he cried. In fact, you encouraged him to. It was healthy and Christ did that kid have a lot to cry about. You’d never forget the way he cried when you told him what happened. He hiccuped in both grief for his brother and uncle and the prospect that he was now well and truly alone. He didn’t expect you to stay with him, he didn’t think you’d want to so when you told him that you’d stay in what was now legally his house so long as he wanted you to, he cried even harder. Neither of you had to be alone and you’d been looking after one another ever since.

These days he made a point of always hugging you goodnight, something he never really did before. And you knew that it was because he was afraid of losing you too. You might not have been family but you’d always treated each other as if you were. Now you bonded over your shared grief of losing Robbie. He was still just a kid and you didn’t put any more strain on him than he already had but he often insisted on making breakfast or dinner, lunch sometimes too so you had something good to eat at work. Meanwhile, you worked to keep the lights on, took him to school or his friend’s house, helped with homework and generally kept his spirits up.

You even went to a parent-teacher meeting with him once. He’d very sheepishly asked if you could come and said it was borderline hilarious the number of guardians he’d had come in his dead parent’s place. First uncle Eli, then Robbie and now you. A few of his teachers remembered his brother well despite him leaving the school a solid eight years prior. His English teacher said she nearly quit when she learned there was another Reyes child who’d be passing through the school as if Robbie hadn’t already nearly given her a stroke in previous years. She said he wasn’t disruptive, in fact, he was so respectful and polite that she could almost overlook the fact that he’d miss class constantly in favour of beating the shit out of the kids who bullied others or working rather than doing schoolwork.

“If I had a nickel for every note I had to send home to his Uncle, I could afford to live somewhere way less shitty than here.” She probably didn’t realise that he had to work because Eli couldn’t afford to take care of them by himself, or why he dropped out at seventeen to work full-time so he could make sure Gabe wouldn’t have to.

Those parent-teacher meetings were a drag. But it was good to know that despite everything, Gabe was still doing well and still on track for a scholarship or two.

You adored Gabe.

For all his rolling over your toes when he went off in a huff or the days where it was difficult being responsible for your dead boyfriend’s little brother. But you loved him like he was your own little brother, and tried to love him just as Robbie did.

It was his eyes that sometimes got the better of you though. He’d say good morning and produce a plate of food for you, brown eyes beaming with the morning dew. And those eyes, the same as his brother’s in colour and size, would crush you and force the memories of all times you’d gazed into those similar pools right to the surface. Gabe never could understand why you got so upset, sometimes seemingly completely at random, and you didn’t have the heart to tell him it was because he had his brother’s eyes. That the sight of his likeness was enough to turn your composure to dust.

Part of you missed working for SHIELD too. You missed your friends and the good work you did at your job. You didn't, however, miss the uniform. But even seeing the logo now just reminded you of that day. Being a civilian with a civilian job was so strange to you. There was no dealing with aliens or anything nearly as threatening on the day to day but some small part of you missed it.

Mack, Daisy and Coulson came around sometimes. Mack mainly came to check over the Charger but his face was a friendly one and you were always glad to see it. Coulson and Daisy usually came bearing groceries and news of how things were at SHIELD, with Coulson still trying to convince you to re-join after you quit on the spot when Eli and Robbie died.

“How’s Gabe?” Daisy asked, knowing he wouldn’t let her ask him herself. He blamed her partially for Robbie’s death having warned her not to get his brother mixed up in anything so dangerous as SHIELD. He hadn’t known then what his brother did at night but even now he still won’t look her in the eyes.

“He’s good. Somehow still on track for Harvard if he keeps his grades up. He’s even got a girlfriend now.” You told her and she smiled, “I think he’s trying to distract himself, keep himself busy so he doesn’t have to come to terms with the fact that he’s gone. Either that or he’s just putting on a brave face.”

Then she’d ask you the same thing she did every time she came to visit, “Are you doing okay?” and every time, you gave a weak “I will be,” in reply.

“Are you sleeping?”

“No, not really.” You were trying, truly you were. But every time you closed your eyes all you saw was the bright flash of orange that took him from you and every time you opened them you just saw the cold sheets at his side of the bed. When you did eventually get some sleep it was almost always whilst clinging to one of his old shirts on which his scent still lingered. You wouldn’t dare wear more than one or two for fear that you’d one day need to wash them all so you just cycled through his shirts until the smell on each one faded. It was the only way you could ever get to sleep.

Money was of course an issue and you received very little help from any authorities other than SHIELD due to the unorthodox nature of the situation. You weren’t a widow as you were never married and you couldn’t really be classed as Gabe’s guardian because of his age and your non-relation to him. But you’d sooner be damned than let him fall into the foster system. You’d do anything for that kid.

“SHIELD’s gone legit now. We can get you good lawyers.” Coulson said.

“Even with good lawyers, I don’t know how you’re going to sell the fact that the kid wants his dead brother’s girlfriend to be his legal guardian. Robbie doesn’t even have a death certificate.” Coulson’s heart was in the right place, it always was. But sometimes his optimism was misplaced.

Daisy’s eyes brightened, “We can forge one but Gabe would need to sign-“ you cut her off.

“No.” You stopped her from saying another word about it, “I’m not about to make him sign his own brother’s death certificate. He’s been through enough.”

It was a few weeks later when you heard a single creak in the floorboards at your bedroom doorway that was loud enough to wake you from what little sleep you had managed to get. It didn’t sound like Gabe’s wheelchair and he didn’t have any friends over so you were immediately on edge.

It smelt like something was burning, the air thick and bristled. You rolled out of bed immediately for fear that the house was on fire but then you saw a silhouette taking up most of the doorway. Based on the outline, it was a person and you stared for a second, just a second, before grabbing hold of the baseball bat at your bedside and making a move. When the shadow took one step inside your room, a hand outstretched towards you as the moonlight illuminated his features, you faltered and let the bat fall to the floor

“Robbie?” Shit, you must’ve been dreaming again. But you didn’t care.

You reached for him regardless, breath hitching when you touched something solid. You flattened your palm out on the centre of his chest where his jacket hung open, feeling the warmth and hellfire that bubbled within. His hand came to cover yours then and you looked up to see those brown eyes you’d gazed into so often and loved so dearly now damp and threatening to spill over with tears.

“I’m so sorry-“ he started but you engulfed him in a hug the second he opened his mouth. At that moment you couldn’t care less about why he wasn’t there, only that at that moment he was. You threw your arms around his neck when the tears started.

With a heave, he lifted your knees around his waist and carried you to the bedside where he sat with you in his lap.

He’d thought for so long about what to say and now that he finally had the chance, he told you everything. He told you about Eli, about the book of dark magic he’d read and been corrupted by was still around somewhere. How when he died, he clawed his way through hell. Literally. To get back to you. The demon inside him fought through hell to get back to that book and destroy it for good, he’d had the reigns fully in hell. Robbie was reduced to a passenger in his own body down there. Months without being able to live in his own skin.

“I can’t stay,” He told you, swallowing thickly, “He wants to take that book back.”

“Back?” You asked, already knowing full well what he meant. You just didn’t want it to be true.

He nodded solemnly as his jaw clenched, “To Hell.”

You held his cheek, searching his eyes. For what you didn’t know. Any indication he was kidding maybe? You didn’t find any. Instead, you only found pain and sadness. Guilt too.

“He said I can say goodbye to you and Gabe,” his voice cracked, “Then I have to go.”

He was lucky the demon allowed him that much of a privilege. It was only because the entire time he’d been in hell he had to deal with Robbie’s worrying, his longing nagging at the back of his mind. It was a courtesy only because he didn’t want to deal with that again.

“The thought of coming back to you has been the only damn thing that’s kept my heart beating. I would do anything to stay with you for good but I made a deal and he won’t let me stay until that book is gone.”

The last thing he wanted to do was give you false hope. He didn’t want you waiting up for him as you often did or putting your life on pause waiting for him to return when he had no idea when that would be. You deserved more and he wanted you to have that, even if it meant he might not have a place in your life when he did eventually return from the land of the dead. It wouldn’t be fair of him to expect that from you and so he never did.

He had that look in his eye he got when he was about to do something stupidly self-sacrificial for someone else’s sake and you weren’t about to hear it. Not now. You had a vague idea of what he wanted to say, that he never really deserved you in the first place and that he was sorry for all the pain he’d put you through, that he wouldn’t be upset when he got back if you chose to move on. But you knew he was damned and the risks and pain that came with it. And as much as he would never accept it, he was worth the pain.

You held him for as long as he could stay, knowing he was on borrowed time.

“Gabe’s got a girlfriend now. He finally made a move on Janet’s sister.” He blinked at you in awe, a smile spreading across his face, “You might wanna give him the talk before you go if you haven’t already.” As much as you loved that kid there was no way that was a conversation you were about to have with him.

He smiled wide at that and shook his head, “Already taken care of, chica.” They’d had that conversation far too early if he was being honest.

You held each other for what wasn’t nearly long enough to make up for the months apart. There was so much you both wanted to say and so little time to do it. You didn’t even know where to start, neither did he. So you just lay there in each other’s arms for as long as you could or until the demon got antsy.

You knocked on Gabe’s bedroom door and received a definitely still asleep reply.

“There’s someone here to see you.” You stood in his doorway, Robbie at your side waiting for Gabe’s eyes to open. When they did, he beamed and shouted in delight. You left them to it, not wanting to impose.

You waited in the living room, playing with the keys to the Dodge Charger in your fingers. When Robbie finally emerged from Gabe’s room, his eyes wet with hastily wiped tears, he made a beeline for you once more. “Thank you,” He kissed your forehead and tugged you as close to him as he could, “For everything you’ve done for Gabe. And for me.”

“He’s family and so are you.” You mumbled. He dragged a palm over his face again, wiping his tears.

“Gabe said I’m to ask you to marry me when I get back. To make you officially a Reyes.” You looked to him in question, “I told him that it was entirely your decision cause I’d marry you in a heartbeat. And it’s bold of him to assume you’d take my name.”

“Kid’s got some bold assumptions for sure.” You played coy, there was no way he was getting an answer out of you that easily. You knew he wasn’t asking you anyways, just telling you what Gabe had said.

“I’ll take that as a maybe.” He laughed. The prospect of marriage would never be a question for the two of you, it would always be a conversation. Something you’d decide on together.

“Take it as an order to get your ass back here and find out.” You smiled and kissed his cheek, “I love you. Please come back in one piece.”

“I love you too, Cariña. Take care of yourself,” he closed your fingers over the keys to the Dodge Charger so they were safely caged in your hand, “and my baby.”

Oh, you’d take care of his baby alright.

With one last bone crushing hug and a kiss, he was gone again. And for the first time in months, you felt whole. Even if he was going back to suffer, to trudge his way through Hell once he got ahold of that book. The promise that he’d return to you for good this time was one you knew he’d keep, no matter how long it took him to do so.

It was enough for you and it was enough for Gabe too.

The next time Daisy visited she said it’d probably be the last for a while. She and the team were in hiding from the authorities. She said she didn’t have the time to explain.

“You okay?” She asked as she usually did, knowing Robbie had been back to you before going to help them get that book back so he could bring it down to Hell.

“I will be,” you replied, and for the first time in a while you meant it.

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The Boogeyman: Part Three

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warnings: fluff, canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

“Excuse me?” you gasp.

Your entire team leaves the cabin to go check out the body in the woods, leaving behind some officers to watch the house. It’s still too dark to see any kind of energy out here, but with a flashlight, you’re hoping it will help you in some way to determine who might have done this. As soon as you get there, you don’t feel Fennigan’s spirit anywhere. There is nothing lingering behind, no evidence to comb through, and absolutely nothing that suggested Fennigan was responsible for the murders.

He’s been covered by leaves to hide him from anyone that walks by--not that anyone would. This part of the woods have been closed off as well as hundreds of yards from any known trail. Whoever did this knew he wouldn’t be found out here… that is, if someone did do this. You take out your own flashlight and shine it all around the woods as if there is someone watching your every move. However when you point the flashlight at Fennigan, you see the same yellow energy as you did twice before.

This can’t be a coincidence.

“Gideon, I’m seeing the same yellow energy around the body. I’ve now seen it three times. It’s turned into a pattern now,” you report.

“At first blush, it looks like Joseph Fennigan died of natural causes,” Mack says.

“His heart probably gave out while he was setting this,” Spencer states.

You point the flashlight to what he was referring to and see a bear’s trap underneath his body.

“Yeah karma's a bitch. Those coyotes were on and on for all week before the second and third murders ever happened.”

“This area's off a traveled path--it's a wonder anyone discovered him at all.”

“Is it? Those leaves didn't cover him up by themselves,” Mack says.

“He’s right,” you agree. “The deputy may not have been the first that found him.”

“Our only suspect’s been cleared.”

“Now we’re back to square one.”

“No,” Gideon shakes his head. “If Fennigan's been dead all this time, who's living in his house? Let's go.”

He doesn’t make a point about that, so you head back to the house with the rest of your team. You have to comb this entire house and strip all the evidence away so you can figure out who did this to Fennigan and these kids.

You don’t care how long it takes, even if it takes all night… which it did. Before you knew it, the sun was up and shining, putting the entire house in light. You have no need to use the flashlights anymore, but you do need a cup of coffee. JJ offered to make a run, so you’re waiting on her to get back.

In the meantime, you and Spencer are just sitting in the living room talking about the case and… other things. He’s reading some of Fennigan’s journals while you’re watching him read.

“Were you really scared last night?” you ask and lean back on the chair you’re sitting on.

“Not after that kiss,” he blushes.

“There is more where that came from,” you grin,

You peck his lips twice right before Derek walks in.

“Here's a question: if a tree falls in the forest, does it make a sound if there's nobody there to hear it?” Spencer asks.

“What the hell are you two reading over there?”

“Just thinking.”

“The unsub found Fennigan's corpse in a lightly traveled part of the woods and no one else knew. So he was able to use his house and no one was the wiser.”

“That is, if Fennigan wasn’t murdered and placed there,” you speculate.

“You think our unsub killed Fennigan?”

“I’m just saying don’t go and assume.”

“Actually I was referring to Fennigan's wife,” Spencer says, continuing as if there wasn’t a whole other conversation going on.

“What are you talking about?”

“She was rumoured missing, perhaps killed almost fifty years ago. When in actuality, she left Fennigan for another man. He writes about it in his journals. How he would look out the window on a daily basis to see if she would come home but she never did. He never recovered and he ended up turning into a recluse that people in town misunderstood.”

“Maybe that’s why I didn’t connect with his spirit. He’d already moved on.”

“I found something,” Gideon interrupts. You, Derek, and Spencer get up and follow the older man into the kitchen. There are a ton of eaten food containers everywhere on the kitchen island. “These were delivered by the church to every elder's doorstep. Each one dated after Fennigan died.”

“So, the unsub ate everything,” Derek says before noticing there is something that’s not eaten on every plate. “Almost everything. Unopened bowls of cream spinach thrown into the trash. Each one wrapped with duct tape. One with each tray. So, we're looking for a guy who really really hates spinach.”

“Not necessarily,” you state. “If I hated a certain food, I’d just throw it away. However, because these containers are duct taped shut, our unsub might have an allergy to whatever is in there. He duct tapes it to prevent himself from accidentally eating it.”

“Take the prints and have Garcia run them for a match,” Gideon orders. His phone rings and he checks to see who is calling. “Hotch.”

At the mention of the other older agent, your heart sinks. You suddenly remember Elle and what she might be going through. It brings you back to the conversation you had with her in her hotel room.

“It's about Elle, isn't it?” Spencer asks.

“I don’t know,” Derek shrugs.

“You know I talked to her in Ohio.”

“Y/L/N, we all talked to her.”

“No, I went to her hotel room one night. She was drinking…”

“She almost died. I'd be drinking too.”

“Coffee’s here,” JJ announces.

Well, it looks like this conversation is over for now. You’ll just have to bring it up later. You take your coffee and thank her before heading into the living room with her, Derek, and Spencer. The officers in the kitchen take the trays and send them over to Penelope as fast as they can so she can pull prints from them. JJ, and Derek take one couch while you and Spencer take the one right across from it. You’ve been at this house since last night, so you need a small break from it. You take a big sip of your coffee and sigh happily, already feeling the effects of it.

“So tell me about your fear of the woods, JJ,” Derek asks with a small smile.

“I used to be a camp counselor when I was a teenager. In the woods up in Vermont, at the night shift, I tucked the girls in and turned off the lights--the typical drill. Everything seemed fine, all the kids were asleep. You know, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Until... I noticed there was some blood on the hallway floor. So I followed the blood trail out to the camp director's cabin, walked up to his bed, and he was just lying there underneath his covers… Dead. Someone stabbed him. I ran out of there so fast, out the door, and down the hall. I just remember it being really dark. Once I got to the door, there was another counselor there--I guess she heard me scream. They caught the caretaker on his way to town. I guess he still had the knife on him. Anyway, that's probably when I decided I didn't like the woods.”

The entire time she’s telling her story, you have to hide your smile. She may be able to fool Derek and Spencer, but she can’t fool someone who can connect with people’s emotions.

“You’re serious?” Derek asks, shocked.

“No! No! Come on. I don't know why I'm afraid of the woods, I just am. Why is he still afraid of the dark?” JJ points to Spencer.

“Yeah, Reid, why are you still afraid of the dark?”

“Because of the inherent absence of light!”

“Don’t be mean to him. I’ll be here to protect him from the dark,” you grin and lean your head on his arm.

“Yeah, like how you protected him last night?”

“I said shut the fuck up,” you playfully roll your eyes.

“JJ, that was pretty good. Just know that paybacks are a bitch,” Derek grins.

“I’m shaking,” she jokes.

Your phone rings and you sit up straight to answer it.

“Hey sexy mama,” you joke.

“I love our relationship. You know exactly what to say to make my heart sing.”

“You’re so weird,” you chuckle. “What do you got?”

“I pulled two sets of prints off those food trays.”

“Two? Whose?”

“One belongs to a child.”

“I knew it. I shouldn’t ignore my gut when it tells me something.”

“What did she say?” Derek wonders.

“Two prints, one is a child’s.”

“But which one of the victims?”

“Hey Pen, why don't you coordinate with the Ozona coroner's office for a match?”

“Oh baby, that's so yesterday! I already have the minions working on it. In the meantime, your intrepid hacker found you a match to the other set in the database. His name is James Charles, he's a local guidance counselor.”

“Yeah he's a local guidance counselor helping us on this case!” you gasp.

“Are you kidding? He's address is 3725 Briarwood Road.”

“I know exactly how to find him, Pen, thanks.” You hang up and look at Derek in disbelief. “Call Gideon, we just found our unsub.”

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mayans-sauce · 3 years

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Positively Happy

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Pairing: Coco Cruz x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: cursing

Request from anon Hi, if requests are open, I was wondering if I could request a Coco imagine? Where him and the reader had been trying to get pregnant but the reader deals with PCOS, which can make it extremely hard, and the last test she took said negative but she's had symptoms and then gets another test and it says positive? And she surprises Coco and they go to her 1st appt. And they see their baby?

A/N: sorry this is so late! But I hope I did well for this request and that you enjoy it!

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Coco had explicitly said for years that he didn’t want another kid, not after fucking it up so much with his previous ones. He was glad that he had Letty in his life now and had started to form a relationship with her. A year or two after having Letty in his life, he got to know you, the love of his life, and he felt blessed and happy that he had his two favorite women with him. That was all he needed, and frankly, so did you.

You had both agreed that having your own kids wasn’t a priority in your life, at least not now, or maybe it never would be, but you still had it open for discussion in case something changed in the future.

And for Coco, it did change. It changed the day your sisters dropped off your niece at your house for a few days because she was going overseas for a week for her job. His eyes opened up for a new possibility for joy and laughter in his life watching you interact with the toddler.

Playing, taking care of her, loving her. He wanted that, he wanted that so bad, he loved your niece, and she loved to be with Coco as well, but he was scared to bring it up to you in case you had changed your mind completely, but eventually, he did, and you were more than happy that he wanted to have kids with you.

He told you he was scared. Scared that he would fuck it up as he did with his two others and Letty. He didn’t believe that he could be a good father, but you and Letty convinced him otherwise, especially Letty. She had told him, even though he hadn’t been by her side most of her life, that she loved him with all her heart and that he was the best dad ever to her.

He then knew that he could do it, be a good and caring father with you and Letty by his side.

The baby-making part wasn’t the hard part of getting pregnant because you and Coco were experts; it was the getting pregnant part that didn’t work. You tried for a long time before you went to a doctor. They diagnosed you with PCOS, which along with a few other problems, also makes it harder to get pregnant, but it was still possible. So the doctor suggested that you try more before you could look into other methods of getting pregnant.

Each test you took came out negative, again and again, and each time your hopelessness increased.

“What does it say?” Coco asked as you both waited in the bathroom for the pregnancy test to get ready. You picked it up and hoped that it would finally say positive. But your face dropped when you looked at the results, and Coco knew what that meant. “Nothin?” “Nothing.”

He let out a long sigh, his heart sinking in his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and yours around him, just holding onto one another and giving each other comfort. “We can try again.”

After a few weeks of trying some more, you and Coco had given up on trying the natural way, so you scheduled an appointment with the doctor to work out some other methods. The appointment was some time away, so the weeks leading up to it, you and Coco hadn’t in your thoughts to make a baby while having sex; you just focused much more on each other than you ever had.

A few days before the appointment, you started to feel a little different. Your period was late since it had always been so irregular, so you didn’t think much of it, but you also woke up feeling very ill. So later in the day, you went to buy a pregnancy test just in case. Coco wasn’t home, so you asked Letty if she could join.

Letty loved you like you were her mother. You were best friends and always was there for one another. “Do you think you're pregnant?” “I… don’t know. I don’t think so, but I just feel different than the other times, so I figured just checking wouldn’t hurt.”

When the timer on your phone went off, you lifted the stick straight to your face to look at it, not thinking so much of it because you were expecting it to be negative as always. To your surprise, it said positive, and your heart started racing. “What?” You said in the tiniest whisper, your eyes glossy with tears that began to form in them.

“Y/N, what is it?” Letty came to stand by your side. “It’s… it’s positive.” “Are you sure?” You gave her the pregnancy test so she could check for herself. “I don’t have an extra to check it, but… it’s never said positive before. This is the first time.” Now Letty was crying and overjoyed with excitement. She hugged you long and hard, and you did as well. Emotions were running all over. “I’m gonna be a big sister.” “You're gonna be a big sister Leticia.”

“I need to call him.” You couldn’t wait for him to come home; you needed him to know right away. His phone went to voicemail, which means he was in Templo because he always answered his phone no matter what except when he was in there. So you sent him a message and a picture.

📲To: My Coco❤️

Let’s hope this means that baby Coco is on the way❤️ I’m so happy❤️

Letty and you moved over to the living room to wait for Coco’s response. Even though it wasn’t 100% sure that you even were pregnant, you started talking and planning for the baby already. What gender you wanted it to be. Letty wanted it to be a girl while you wanted a little Coco running around, but regardless of what, you would all love the baby no matter what. The future for the baby and all the adventures you all would go on.

Fifteen minutes later, the phone rang with Coco’s face lighting up the screen, and you picked up in a second. “Is-is it real,” his voice was shaky as he spoke; you could hear that he was on the verge of tears. “Yes, Johnny, it's real… it’s so real.” He told you he was on his way home to you. He didn’t care about the club or anything other than you right now.

When he arrived, he wouldn’t let go of you, holding onto you as his life depended on it. Letty joined in the cuddling and love. After some time, he got down on his knees so that his head was at level with your belly. His hand softly caressed it as he talked in a gentle voice, “I hope you are in there, little one. I love you so fucking much.” Only the appointment in a few days could tell, so you didn’t entirely hold onto the hope that you were pregnant, but you all wanted it to be real, so you acted that it was.

A few days later, at the doctor's appointment, you, Letty, and Coco all held your breath as they searched for a glimpse that you were pregnant. Coco held your hand tightly as he watched the screen, his leg bouncing up and down in anticipation. Letty held tightly onto her father, just as nervous and anxious as him. To your luck, they found evidence that you were indeed pregnant, and all of you were overjoyed at the news.

Letty squealed in happiness as Coco started lightly crying at the discovery of his entire world changing for the better, but the doctor told you that it might be too soon to celebrate. Because of your PCOS, there was a bigger chance for you to have a miscarriage or other complications with the pregnancy. So you would need to be closely monitored and taken care of.

Coco vowed from that day that you wouldn’t do any hard work around the house or anywhere else. He, Letty, and the rest of the guys would do everything for you. All you needed to do was sit your pretty ass down and relax as they all treated you like a queen.

A few weeks had passed, you and Coco were on the way to the doctor again for another appointment. This time hoping to know the sex of the baby. Coco was driving with one hand on the steering wheel and his other hand playing with your fingers, which always calmed him down. The window was down as the warm wind of Santo Padre seeped into the car.

“I hope it’s a girl,” he admitted. He had told you since the pregnancy was confirmed that his dream was to have a baby girl. A sweet and beautiful little creature that looked exactly like you that he would protect with his whole heart and kill anyone that dared to harm her.

“I hope it’s a boy.” You could see in your dream a little miniature Coco. Him and his father running around in the yard playing together as they laughed in the grass like it was the funniest thing ever. The two being messy boys and getting into trouble all the time and hiding it from mommy.

But you knew no matter what you found out today at the doctors that the little miracle in your belly would be loved unconditionally by everyone in your lives no matter what.

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maybebanks · 3 years

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Hurting - part 4

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jj maybank x reader

Previously: JJ and Y/n’s relationship is tested after the mental and physical difficulties of Y/n’s secret. She’s been an expert at hiding them, but now, he knows, and she has to face all her demons, and letting JJ think bruises are hickies is what she decided to do, to avoid the truth.

You didn’t need to get a job, because you were a ‘kook’ now. So what were you going to do with your summer? It had to be out of the house. And it couldn’t be with your best friends, the pogues.

You brushed the setting powder over your neck and jawline. Taking a deep breath before heading downstairs for breakfast.

You couldn’t face your mom, you were just going to grab some food and leave.

“Honey,” you heard a deep voice say.

You jumped and turned around, “um, yes sir,” you frowned, looking down at the ground.

“You’re mother took an early flight and I’m having a meeting here, so you need to stay in your room today,” your step father stated.

“W-wait, mom’s gone?” Your voice was shakey. You didn’t even get to explain the whole JJ situation.

“Yes.” He said impatiently, “look, doll, I don’t have time for you right now! My associate will be here any minute and if he sees you, we will have a problem,”

You didn’t understand, but you listened.

“Can-can I just get my bag? It’s in the front..um room,” you asked, meekly.

“Damnit you idiot!” He shouts, his fists clenching. You squinted your eyes on instinct, knowing he wants to punch you, knowing you were seconds away from pain.

The doorbell rang.

“Fuck. Get the hell out of my face,” he shoved you aggressively, then left your sight to get the door.

You stumbled, landing on the stairs, on your side. Cursing on impact.

You quickly got up, grabbed your bathing suit and ran out the door. Deciding to escape to the beach.

You put on your navy blue string bikini and quickly dove into the waves. It was weird because the last time you were here, you were with JJ.

He’s always been so sweet to you and you never knew why. Your first day on the island, when no one would talk to you, he came up to you. And being the established, well-liked person that he is, others followed.

You were very shy at first, and JJ didn’t know the real you until about a month in. But he didn’t give up, he was perfect.

You came up for air again. The salt not stinging your eyes.

Friendship. You’ve never had anything close to it until you met JJ.

But it’s too late. He’s gonna stop trying after what you’ve done, after what you’ve let him think you’ve done.

“You cheat on me?”

“W-why?”

“Answer me.”

“JJ...I think you should go,”

“Y/n.”

In your head it was the right decision. But in your heart? You’d die without him.

“Hey! Catch any good waves?!” Someone shouted from the shore.

You turned around from wading on your surf board. Waving to the boy at the shore.

A head of shaggy, long-ish brown haired boy seemed cheery. He threw off his button up and jumped into the waves.

You sighed, you were going to have to talk to this stranger. You almost didn’t have the energy.

“Why haven’t you been...around?” John B asks. You were surprisingly comfortable around him. He was your friend, you just didn’t notice at first.

“Just some...family stuff going on,” you shrugged.

“Ohh right. JJ told us!” He remembered.

“He-he what?” You stutter, afraid of what he might know.

“Yeah, he said your mom was coming home and she hasn’t in a while. That’s really all he said,” John B shrugged, flipping his hair after.

You felt like crying. Your mom wasn’t coming home, she was visiting for less than 12 hours.

“Hey...what happened to your leg?” He asked, swimming closer to you.

“Nothing, haha don’t uh..worry about me. How are..how are you?” You changed the subject.

“Well...oh shit! Did I tell you! I fucked uppp bro! I kissed Kie-“

“You did?!”

“Yeah! And she totally rejected me,” John B admitted.

“Did she like swerve? Or like push you?” You asked, curious about a normal thing for once.

“Nah, we kissed and then she pulled away, and said the no pogue on pogue macking rule. Fuckin JJ found a loophole with that,” he joked.

“A loophole?” You questioned.

“Yeah. Because you’re technically a kook,” John B shrugged.

“I guess,” you sighed.

“Hey, wanna get out of here? The waves are shit,” John B asked.

“Yeah.” You sighed, finally feeling calm for the first time in a while. Afterall it was a good distraction from JJ and everything else.

You and John B swam to shore and you threw a hoodie over your head.

“How good does the Wreck sound right now?” John B chuckled.

“So good,” you laughed, imagining shoving fries in ur mouth right now at the best restaurant in the Outer banks.

When you arrived at the restaurant, John B held the door open for you. He wanted to see you smile. You did, a soft curl of the lips, but it faded suddenly.

Something was wrong.

John Bs chest collided with your back, he chuckled. Because you stopped walking and blocked his path foreward.

“What’s up Y/n/n?” John B asked.

“Shut up-“ you said abruptly, John Bs eyes widened.

“Um..sorry. I didn’t mean to snap, just...don’t say my name like that,” you mumbled.

“Why? It’s your nickname right? Are you not cool with me calling you that?” John B questioned.

“No, no. I didn’t mean..just..nevermind,” you sighed. You just didn’t like it when people said your name loud in public places, you didn’t want to be recognized by certain people.

“Okayy? Anyway, let’s do that table in the back,” John B suggested.

“Okay,” you answered, keeping your head down.

He walked you to the table, and to your surprise, Kie arrived to take your orders.

“Hey guys! Is this a date? Or...” she joked. Laughing.

“Very funny Kie. Are you trying to make me lose my appetite? Poor business tactic of you ask me-“

“Hey! You asshole,” you mutter. Dipping your fingers in your water glass and spraying it at him.

John B tried to duck, but then bumped his head on the table.

You and Kie laughed loudly as he groaned in pain.

She could barely stop laughing, “can...ah I take your orders?”

“Yeah...um I’ll get um...John B what are you getting?”

“A cheese burger with no Mayo,” he told Kie.

“Idiot,” she muttered as she wrote it down.

“You want the usual? Fries and-“

“Ooh yes I’ll just have fries and cheese please,” you smiled.

“Yup, you got it. Ok I’ll be back,” she winked before leaving.

“By the way,” John B began, “I just want you to know I’d never make a move on you as long as your with JJ. I mean-Kie was joking in all-“

“John B, don’t worry about it ok?” You interrupted.

“Yeah but...I also wanted to ask you, what’s going on between you and JJ. Eveytime I mention him you get defensive,”

“What are you talking about? No I don’t,” you responded.

“Uh huh,” he said sarcastically.

“Look, the truth is, I just don’t care anymore,” you told him. You knew in your heart it wasn’t true, but it had to be. You couldn’t take back the fact that JJ thought you cheated. So you had to go with it.

“That doesn’t sound like you,” John B said.

“Whatever,” you sighed.

“Oh shit,” John B said, staring at the door.

“W-what? Is he here? Did you invite him? I swear to God,” you said in a hushed tone. You didn’t want to turn around yourself, in case you had to look him in the eye.

“No, chill. It’s..isn’t that your step dad though?” John B asked.

Your moth dropped slightly, “John B don’t say shit like that, your-“ you were about to tell him he was scaring you, but you shouldn’t admit that.

“Look behind you,”

“No I don’t want to,”

“Just look,”

You sighed, and slowly turned.

“Oh-“ you started to respond, but you practically felt your heart stop. Instantly, your breathing picked up.

“What’s going on between you and JJ? Why wouldn’t you want him here?” John B said, trying to pull your attention back to him.

You shook your head, instead of answering. You could hardly form words. Maybe it’s the fact that if your step father sees you here, there’s going to be some contact.

“Whoa relax!” John B said, placing his hand on yours.

Immediately, you pulled your hand away.

He furrowed his brows, confused and offended.

“Sorry.” you muttered.

“You wanna...leave.. I mean ... you wanna get out of here?” You suggested, afraid he would say no.

“What? Why? We didn’t even get our food!” John B exclaimed.

“I..I know. I just..don’t feel like eating anymore.”

“That’s so weird, Y/n. C’mon we can’t leave. Just suck it up for a sec,” John B said shortly. Tapping your shoulder.

“Okay,” you responded. You thought back to JJ. He never made you do stuff you don’t want to. He was just so caring to you. Not that John B wasn’t, just that JJ knew you so well.

A few minutes later, your couldn’t shake the thought that the man you feared the most was behind you. You didn’t have eyes. You didn’t have JJ. You didn’t have anything.

“John B, I don’t feel well I think I’m gonna head out,” you told him, getting up slowly.

“You sure?” He said, analyzing your.

“I um...” for some reason, blurred vision erupted, and you started feeling like you were going to faint.

You stood up slowly. But things were getting worse, and your stance was unsteady.

You gripped the edge of the table for support.

“Y/n...what’s up with you?” John B asked. Sounding annoyed.

For some reason a tear escaped from your eye, you were sorry you were annoying him. So you muttered a quick, “I’m sorry,”

John B stood up, he was now right infront of you. And then, you collapsed. John Bs arms wrapped around you and pulled you into him as you fell.

He was shocked by this. Struggling to hold you up.

No one seemed to pay much attention, but anyone in their right mind would know that they should probobly take you to the hospital. But John B, as did many of the pogues, didn’t always trust authority.

So he took you back to the Chateau, where Sarah, who took a class in Lifeguarding was considerably the doctor instead.

“What happened?!!” Sarah exclaimed as she saw John B carry you out of the van.

“She just passed out. Hey can you help me carry her?” John B grunted.

“Uh..I’ll get JJ,” she said.

“Oh fuck. Wait! I don’t know if that’s such a good idea-“ John B began but Sarah had already called him from working on the boat.

He ran over, his eyes filled with worry. He quickly took you from John B. Carrying you without a problem bridal style.

Inside, he let you down on the couch.

You were slowly coming back to consciousness.

“Put this on her forehead,” Sarah said passing a towel to JJ.

“Hey...hey Y/n. Come back to me okay? Fuck baby. Don’t do this to me alright, wake up,” JJ muttered into your ear.

Moments later, your eyes started to flutter.

To witch JJ sighed in relief, taking your hand and holding it tight in his own.

“Let’s call her parents,” Sarah suggested, grabbing Y/n’s phone.

“Sarah no. Alright? Give me her phone,” JJ demanded.

“No! If I was her my parents would want to know! It’s not normal to just faint-“

“Sarah, give me the fucking phone,” JJ persisted.

John B frowned, “hey watch it, JJ. Don’t talk to her like that bro,”

Sarah frowned, and out of spite began typing on her phone.

JJs temper only grew, he only wanted to protect you.

He grabbed Sarah’s wrists and pulled the phone from her hand.

“Hey!” Sarah exclaimed.

“Dude!” John B interjected.

JJ returned the phone to his pocket.

“Bro, I’m gonna kill you-“ John B said.

“Wait,” you said meekly, “JJ was right, okay? It would only make it worse. Just trust me,”

“But why?” Sarah said concerned.

You shook your head, signaling you couldn’t answer the question.

Sarah sighed and wished you to feel better before leaving.

John B then stepped to JJ, “you’re lucky your girlfriend is so sweet. I would’ve kicked your ass,” John B threatened.

JJ didn’t want to cause a drive between any more of the people he cared about. So he just accepted.

JJ then sat by you, despite what had happened before.

“You really scared me, Y/n.”

“Wasn’t..my intention,” you stifled out, trying to get up.

“Whoa...whoa, can you stay to get some rest? Just stay here for me,” he insisted with a hand on your chest.

“JJ...” you sighed.

“I know it’s not true. I know what you’re doing.”

“Stop. Please.” You pleaded.

“You didn’t cheat on me. Those are bruises aren’t they. They’re not hickies. They’re from him trying to choke you.” JJ explained.

“JJ get away from me. We broke up. I don’t....I don’t-“

“You don’t what? You don’t love me?! Huh! Say it Y/n. Look me in the eyes, and I leave for good,”

“I don’t! I don’t deserve you! You can’t me with me. I’m used, JJ. You deserve a girl that isn’t so-“

“Broken? Y/n, I’m just as fucked up as you. You know my dad hits me right? He beats me. And it’s wrong. And I hate him. But I can’t hate you. Ever. Not for what that sick man has done,”

At this point, you were balling. Wiping tears as soon as they fell.

“JJ...I’m sorry. I’m sorry for lying. I thought you would leave.”

“It doesn’t work like that, when I love you more than anything in my entire life,”

“I don’t understand,” you stuttered.

“Understand what?”

“Even after you know what he does. How could you look at me, and still love me?”

“That doesn’t change all I’ve known as soon as I met you. And if you need me to prove it to you, I will.”

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annab-recs · 4 years

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Mind Readers - JJ Maybank

Since y/n and Kie have been attached at the hip since birth, they can literally read each other like a book and can finish each other’s sentences. The boys witness this one day out on the boat and to them, it sounds like straight gibberish.

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Warnings: some curse words; alcohol use

Word Count: 1.6k+

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You and Kie have been best friends for as long as the two of you can remember. Your moms were best friends before y'all were even thought of and when they found out that they were both pregnant at the same time, they just knew their babies were going to be best friends like they were. It was not long before Kiara and you were born and that was the beginning of an incredible friendship that would last for years.

Over the last sixteen years, the two of you have basically shared every memory you have together. From playing in the backyard to sleepovers to working at The Wreck to your terrible year at the Kook Academy, Kie was with you through it all. Being together for practically all of your lives has led to you two being able to read each other like a book. You can always tell what the other is thinking or feeling and you can finish each other's sentences as well. Conversations would be had between the two of you without a full sentence being completed.

But without your best friend, you wouldn’t have met your other amazing friends or your gorgeously handsome stud of a boyfriend. Kiara brought you Pope, John B, and JJ and the five of you were inseparable. Y'all were going to do anything and everything to make your summer fun and today, you were going to spend the day out on the water. After making some sandwiches and packing some beers in a cooler, you walked out onto the dock and made your way to the HMS Pogue.

"Whatcha got there, princess?" JJ asked you as he held his hand out to you to help you onto the boat. You sent a smile his way before taking his hand in yours and stepping in.

"Just some sandwiches and beer for the long day ahead of us," you replied to him as he placed a sweet kiss to your cheek and grabbed the cooler from you to set it down. A smile played across your face and you went in to give him a real kiss. His arms traveled around your waist to hold you close to him and your hands found their way into his gorgeous mess of golden locks.

"Really? The day just started, and you guys are already macking on each other," Pope huffed from behind you. You pulled away from the blue-eyed boy before a blush scattered upon your cheeks.

"How can I not, Pope? Have you seen her?" JJ mentions as he twirls you around and pulls you into him. "If someone this beautiful and amazing had walked into your life, wouldn’t you want to mack on her every chance you got?" You gush at your wonderful boyfriend as he plants little kisses all over the top of your head and face.

"Stop! You gonna end up suffocating me!" You giggle as his kisses invade your space to breathe. He plants one last kiss on your lips before leaving you to grab a beer and talk with John B. You can't help but notice the way that Pope looked at you two a few moments ago and how he was gazing at Kiara right now. God, he is so in love with her. Before you could encourage him to swoop on her, she called you over.

"Y/N! Come here," Kie shouted from the front of the boat. You and Pope parted, him going with the guys and you with your girl. "Guess who we passed on the way over here?" By the way she rolled her eyes, you could tell it was someone she does not like.

"Skank Cameron?" You asked, using your nickname for the middle child of the Cameron family. You and Kie had nicknames for almost everyone y'all talked about. You two could literally be talking about the guys right in front of you but they would not know because of the nicknames you use. The nod of her head let you know you were correct.

"She was with your ex too," She muttered as she slid her sunglasses down from the top of her head to rest on her nose. You groaned after being reminded of one of the worst decisions of your life.

"Please don't remind me," you exasperated, dramatically letting out a huff of air. Kie giggled at your theatrical display before sipping on the beer in her hand.

"But while we are on the topic of boys, what about the one over there?" You ask as you tip your head in the direction of the guys. Her eyes follow to land on the group of three. She knew you weren't referring to your own boyfriend, but she didn't know if you were talking about the one with a brain or the one with shaggy hair. She sent you a confused look before you mouthed 'Pope'.

"I don't know y/n," she whispers so that the guys don't overhear.

"What's not to love about him? He is smart and caring and have you seen the way he looks at you? He absolutely adores you and I know he'd do anything for you," you tell her.

"But the rule-"

"JJ and I have broken that rule sooooo many times and have done so much worse than just macking, I promise," you chuckle and send a smirk JJ's way. He notices and shoots you a wink before returning to his conversation with the guys.

"Ew, y/n, gross." Her face shows pure disgust as she speaks which only sends you into a fit of laughter.

"Don't act like you don't know."

"Oh, I know. I just don't want to be reminded of it." She shivers as if to shake off a bad memory. She has never caught y’all doing any worse than kissing. Now, John B is a different story. He has seen a lot more than you would like, but he's fine. He hasn’t been traumatized by anything he’s seen, but he should have listened a little better before opening the door anyway.

"All I'm saying is he is clearly interested in you and it wouldn't hurt to try," you encourage as she shrugs. The two of you continue to discuss other topics before Kie suggests hopping in the water to which you nod happily. You two shuck your shorts and shoes before jumping off the boat's edge into the nice cool water.

"Mind if we join?" John B asks as soon as you and Kie resurface.

"Not at all," Kie speaks softly as she lays back, letting her body float and relax.

"Come on in, boys," you say as you gesture for the boys to join you. JJ sends you a big smile before cannonballing into the water below him and sending splashes and waves as his body hit the water. You saw it before it happened, so you were able to shield yourself, but Kie had her eyes closed in her relaxed state.

"JJ Maybank!" She huffed angrily as JJ ducked behind you. Giggles escaped you as JJ cowered behind your frame.

"Mama's mad," he muttered as his hands rested on your shoulders and he peered around you.

"Maybe a little warning next time?" She spoke through gritted teeth before rolling her eyes and continuing to swim.

"Aye aye captain," JJ joked as he saluted her. John B jumped in during the bickering of your best friend and boyfriend and all that was left was Pope. He walked up to the edge of the boat and attempted to jump. He actually slipped and belly flopped into the water.

"Oh my God!" You yell trying your best not to laugh as Pope comes back to the surface.

"Are you good bro?" John B asks and swims closer to Pope as he nods. After we are sure he's alright, the group erupts into a fit of laughter.

"Dude, it was like you've never jumped off the boat before," JJ chuckles behind you.

"Y/n-" Kie starts but is interrupted by her own giggles, "do you rem- remember when-"

"Oh my God-" Your laughter keeps you from speaking as well as the memory she is referring to comes to mind. "Wh- When Whitney wiped ou-"

"Completely!" Kie shouted as she laughed.

"And then Topper-"

"And when he tried-"

"He fell in-"

"Rafe and Kelce laughed-"

"And they got pushed-"

"That was probably the funniest party I have ever been to," Kie spoke after you two had finally calmed down from laughing so hard. That was when you noticed the strange stares you were getting from the boys.

"Uh, what the fuck?" John B sounded astonished as he had a look of shock on his face. You and Kie shared a confused look between the two of you before speaking.

"Did we miss something?" She asked as she looked around us to make sure there wasn't anything in the water.

"Yeah, the second half of your fucking sentences," JJ remarked.

"What the heck were y'all talking about?" Pope questioned with wide eyes. You could see the gears turning in his head as he tried to put the pieces of the sentences that you two said together.

"A party that I made Kie come to."

"And for some reason, people just kept slipping and falling into the pool," she said as her laughter came back. Your own giggles did as well.

"Girls are weird man," Pope spoke as he pulled himself back onto the boat to grab a sandwich.

"They're like fucking mind readers dude," JJ agreed as he joined his friend to get a sandwich as well. He couldn't help but look down at you in the water in adoration as your lovely laugh filled his ears.

"You got it bad, lover boy," John B teased but JJ didn't seem to care. He had his eyes fixed on you and that was all he needed. You.

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justthehiddleswrites · 3 years

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Anesthesia | Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Summary: Tom suffers a serious car accident and the reader is the nurse on duty in the ER. Tom and anesthesia don't mix and Tom acts very out of character. Can Tom regain his composure or will he continue to shamelessly flirt with the reader? And is Benedict going to work all of this to his advantage?

Warnings: Car Accidents, Hospitals, Anesthesia Makes people act crazy, Tom quoting Shakespeare

“Tom?”

Tom’s eyes fluttered, and he blinked several times, adjusting to the bright white light.

“Nurse! He is waking up!”

Nurse? Waking up? Tom reached out and cold metal hit his hands. Safety rails. The air was cool, dry, and sterile. As he attempted to sit up, he felt a cold air hit his bare back.

“Hey buddy, lie back down. You gave us quite a scare,” the familiar voice reassured him as he lowered himself back down to the bed.

Tom turned his head to the sound and once he saw Benedict’s face he smiled. Ben smiled back.

“Welcome back to Earth, Tom.”

“Thanks, what happened?”

The last thing Tom remembered was climbing into the stunt car to rehearse the big action shot. After that, it was just flashes of fire, screams and sirens.

“The brakes failed and the stunt coordinator doesn’t know what happened. But the important thing is you got out alive.”

Tom attempted to sit up again and felt winces of pain throughout his body.

“What was the damage?”

Benedict looked down.

“To you or the car?”

“The car… of course me! I feel as though a Mack truck hit me.”

“You are not far off. You broke your clavicle, wrist, and a few ribs. Um… lacerations everywhere and a… a ruptured spleen.”

Tom twisted to see his friend’s face better and felt the stitches and bandages strain. He winced at the sharp pain on his left side. Benedict hit the call button and in minutes, the nurse arrived.

She smiled as she approached the bed.

“Feeling pain?”

Tom nodded.

She looked at your chart before adding some pain meds to Tom’s IV.

“That should do. I would suggest lying down and the doctor should be in about twenty minutes.”

Tom thanked her and couldn’t help but notice her gazing over her shoulder as she left the room. Her smile barely contained her giggles. Tom’s eyes widened.

“Do they know who I am?”

Benedict averted his eyes and rose from the chair, feigning interest in the generic artwork on the wall. Tom narrowed his eyes at the clear avoidance of the question.

“What are you not telling me?”

“Oh boy, you don’t remember anything when you got here, do you?”

Tom shook his head.

“No, what happened?”

“You were in a lot of pain. Tell me have you ever been under anesthesia before?”

“Maybe, once or twice…” Tom questioned, but then he stared his friend down for answers.

“What did I say, Ben?”

“You don’t want to know.”

“Yes, I do. Sit down and tell me, and I will decide if you live or die.”

Dejected, Ben returned to the chair and let a sigh out.

“I’m sorry, Tom.”

Four Hours Earlier

The gurney burst through the ER doors just fifteen minutes after you started your shift. Emergency room shifts are never boring but physically and emotionally draining. You put down your cup of coffee and headed in to assess the patient.

A man lied, groaning on the gurney. His face covered in scrapes and blood staining his ginger whiskers. His left wrist sat at an unnatural angle and his shirt cut away by the paramedics to administer help.

“Car accident,” the EMT relayed, “stunt gone wrong.”

A specific hazard unique to Los Angeles. They wheeled him to the examination room and put him onto the bed with care. He wore a C-collar, but the jostling stirred the man. His eyelids fluttered open and his blue eyes work to focus on his surroundings.

“Hey…” you looked down at his chart, “Tom. How are you doing?”

“Pain.”

“I know you are in pain, but where?”

Tom gestured to the left side of his abdomen.

“Okay.” You grabbed some morphine and added it to his IV. “Any allergies?”

He shook his head.

“Anyone come with you?”

As if on cue, Benedict pulled back the curtain.

“I did.”

You recognized the man standing before you. Benedict Cumberbatch was quite the movie star.

“Really?” You attempted to keep your cool. This was no time for fan girling.

Within minutes, Benedict could communicate the information about not only the accident but Tom’s medical history as well. It had all been on file with the production company.

The doctor came in and did a quick examination.

“We need to get a CT scan and X-rays. Looks like there may be internal injuries.”

You nodded as you prepared to wheel Tom down the hall.

“Ready to go for a ride?” you asked.

Tom nodded and gave a goofy smile.

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“Y/N, Y/N. That’s a beautiful name. My name is Tom Fucking Hiddleston.”

The drugs were doing their job.

“Nice to meet you, Tom. We will take you for some tests.”

“But I didn’t study!” he sounded dismayed.

You could not suppress your laugh.

“I think you will be fine.”

Tom grabbed your hand and looked up at you, tears in his eyes.

“Will you help me study?” he asked with a serious tone.

“Of course.”

Tom continued to babble on for the rest of the trip to imaging. He spoke about how nice you smelled and how pretty your eyes look. The full court press of flirting. As you reached the room, you and the other nurse lifted Tom onto the machine.

“Here you go.”

Tom grabbed your hand once again.

“Please don’t leave. I’m scared of the dark.”

While his words spoke of her fear, his eyes and smile said something else.

“Are you flirting with me, Mr. Hiddleston?”

His smile only grew.

“Is it working?”

You leaned in to his ear to whisper, “No, but the drugs are.”

Tom pouted.

“Not fair.”

“But you are cute.”

His face lit up once again.

“I came, saw and overcame.” Tom was being dramatic.

At that point, the other nurse started up the machine, and you walked away to let the rest of nurses to care for his needs. After his scans, you headed back to the waiting area. You found Benedict pacing the floor in anticipation. His long fingers alternating between steepling in front of his face and raking through his hair. As you approached, you cleared your throat.

“Yes?” his voice shared a tone of concern and hopefulness.

“A few broken bones but the big thing is that his spleen has ruptured. He needs surgery right away.”

Ben’s face fell.

“Will he be okay?”

You nodded.

“He will make a full recovery. Would you like to see him before they send him in to operating?”

You led Ben back to where they were prepping Tom for surgery. The anesthesiologist added drugs to the IV and Tom was now in a full hospital gown. His tattered rags of clothes in the garbage.

“No fair!” Tom bellowed as you entered with Ben throwing the thin sheet over his legs. The two of you shared a knowing look, “You have seen me naked but I have not had the chance to see you naked.”

You leaned into Benedict.

“It would seem that the medicine does not agree with your friend,” you smirked.

“Oh, I don’t know, I rather like him like this, so not proper. So not Tom Hiddleston.”

You smiled as you looked upon Tom who, in vain, tried to cover his body. Even loopy on drugs, he charmed and warmed your heart.

“I will leave you to it.”

As you turned to leave, Tom shouted at you.

“I love thee, Y/N. By which honor I dare not swear thou lovest me, yet my blood begins to flatter me that thou dost, not withstanding the poor and untempering effect of visage. And therefore tell me, most fair Y/N, will you have me?”

You suppressed a small giggle.

“I will see you later,” you let them both know as you shut the door.

As soon as the door latched, Tom grabbed Benedict’s arm and pulled him down close.

“Ben! Ben! Have you met my wife?”

Benedict screwed his face up with confusion.

“The nurse? That is just the drugs talking, Tom. You barely know her.”

“Nonsense. She will be my wife and you shall be my best man.”

Benedict looked at Tom with an exasperated face but Tom’s only contained earnest. With a chuckle, Benedict conceded.

“Very well, Tom. I will be your best man.”

Tom slapped Benedict’s shoulder.

“That’s the spirit. As my best man, I require you to acquire my future bride’s number.”

Benedict could not resist at this point to play along with his friend’s drug-addled fantasy.

“I will, on one condition.”

“Name your price.”

“Name your firstborn after me.”

“Consider it done.”

“Then consider the number yours.”

Tom’s face beamed and as if on cue, the nurses came to wheel Tom into surgery.

***

“Oh dear, God. I quoted Shakespeare.”

Tom hung his head and his face and neck turned a bright shade of red.

“Yep. The Henry the Fifth wooing speech too. Honestly, it was one of your better performances. Might I suggest doing all your roles drugged from now on.”

Tom shot Benedict a withering look.

“Ha ha. Very funny. I can’t show my face to her again.”

At that moment, the door opened, and you entered. The color drained from Tom’s face, while the smile grew on Benedict’s.

“Y/N!” Benedict cooed, “We were just talking about you. So nice of you to stop in.”

Your shift ended half an hour ago, but you wanted to check in on Tom before going home. Today was not the first time a patient hit on you, although they are usually not an award-winning actor with a penchant for quoting Shakespeare. But, you would remain ever the professional. You checked the chart before wishing the two men well.

As you turned to exit, Benedict walked you out.

“Thank you, Y/N for attending to Tom.”

“My pleasure. Even under the influence, he is quite charming.”

Benedict took this opportunity.

“Speaking about that…”

3 years later

“Tom!”

You yelled down the hall of your London home, beckoning your husband. At six months pregnant, getting up and down was no easy task. Tom rushed to your side. He gave you his arm and with a rocking start; you extracted yourself from the chair.

“Thanks, darling.”

“I am at your beck and call.”

You rubbed your swollen belly as you waddled your way down the hall. Tom followed you to the kitchen.

“Now about names for this little young man here.”

Tom grew ashen. He thought he could avoid this conversation, but it seems his luck had run out.

“Yeah, I have I mentioned today that I love you.”

Tom kissed your lips, and you looked at him with distrust.

“What have you done?”

Tom smiled and rubbed his neck, a nervous habit.

“I may have promised to name the child after Benedict.”

Tom flinched.

“You what? Why on earth would you do that?”

“It was for a good cause.”

“Which was?”

“Your phone number.”

With that, Tom took off down the hallway. You smiled as you walked with much effort behind him.

“We are NOT naming our child after breakfast food!”

You heard Tom’s laughter fill the house.

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squishneedsahero · 3 years

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Not So Typical. Weird.

All or Nothing

Part 1 of 1

Word Count: 2930

Uhhh idk y'all I have cravings and just need to get them out. As always no smut cause we sex repulsed up in this house babes. Anyways this is a Loki x Bucky x Reader imagine. And also the reader is a werewolf.

Like I said it's a lot and idk but I needed it to be written

Weird. Weird was the only way you could describe your life. First off was the fact that you were a werewolf. Yes like a full on werewolf, a night with a full moon? You completely lost ability to control yourself, you had to chain yourself up to protect everyone in the vicinity. The rest of the time you were mostly fine, at night you could take your werewolf form by choice and control yourself, it was only nights with a full moon that left you deranged. The rest of the time you were just you, a person, with an unusually acute sense of smell and some other wolf like traits.

The nights you chained yourself were the worst. You'd fall asleep a good while before it got dark, always bored by the fact that you were stuck and didn't want anything you could tear to shreds near you. Then hours later you'd wake up, on the floor feeling worse than hungover, and have to slowly unravel the chains from around yourself, pick up anything you had broken, patch the inevitable holes in your wall and place the rug Mack over the torn up flooring.

At least, it had been this way for years, more recently you'd found a good use for all of this werewolf stuff. One night you'd gotten out of your chains and had been causing horror in the forest surrounding the small upstate town you lived in. You had caused enough problems that the Avengers were called in to keep you from murdering anyone.

Finally when you changed back to yourself and woke up they talked it out with you. It wasn't any different to them than Hulk getting out of control, but it wasn't safe for you to keep living in your ruined apartment where no one could keep an eye on you on those nights. That was how you'd found yourself forced to move into the Avengers compound.

It wasn't all bad, you had a secure room you could tear up on nights of the full moon, and plenty of attractive heroes to spend time with. For a while you lived there as more of a guest than prisoner until at some point some idiots decided to attack the compound. That's when you finally revealed you could make controlled changes other nights. You had been an amazing addition to their team and that was how you'd become an avenger a couple years prior.

Your life had only gotten better from there, it was like you had a family. You hadn't had one of those before, moving from foster home to foster home until you were 16, when you had somehow become a werewolf. You had no idea if you'd been but or if it was just in your genes and finally activated but it was what it was. You'd run for it at that point, able to survive on your own until you were 18, thanks to the fact that being part wolf allowed you to just live in the forest and not have to worry so much about what you ate.

Your life was going smoothly up until about a year ago. That was when, a few weeks apart some new members joined the team.

First there was Loki, he hadn't paid you any attention until that first night you transformed when he was around. Something about the way you couldn't control your actions in that form and the fact that you could change, it fascinated him. He had slowly begun to spend more time with you, asking questions about your abilities and so on. It was through all of this that you had grown close to him, probably the only person he was close too and would let get close to him.

The second one to come was Bucky, Steve's childhood friend. He had been rescued from Hydra and rehabilitated, you'd just been being friendly, making sure he was comfortable in the compound since you'd been in that spot a few years prior. The both of you had become fast friends, having a similar sense of humor and enjoying laughing at Steve.

The three of you would hang out together, watch movies as you caught the both of them up on earth culture that they'd have no idea about. It was behind your back during these times of all of you hanging out that Loki and Bucky would be glaring at each other, making rude comments to each other when you left the room and competing for your attention.

The two were good at hiding it from you, but not the others, especially not Thor and Steve. Thor and Loki were brothers, and Bucky and Steve might as well have been brothers. They could easily see how they would restrain themselves from lashing out at each other in your presence, forcing themselves to simple glares and stealing your attention from the other.

This competition made it awkward for anyone who was in the room with the two of them when you weren't there as well. Which had lead to the three of you spending more time alone as no one wanted to get in between the two when you weren't there.

It went on for months, and you were oblivious, until, one night with a full moon. You'd warned them that you wouldn't be able to join them that evening as you needed to lock yourself up. It was an especially rough night for you, and the two idiots hadn't been able to keep themselves away and listen to your cries from outside the cell.

They'd both burst in, wanting to comfort you, and you unable to control your actions attacked them. You'd always been starving those nights, ravenous for any game you could hunt down. Human or not it made no difference to you, it was as you lunged that they realized their mistake. They had to work together to restrain you, leading to the three of you laying on the floor of the cell together as they held you.

You had struggled all night, and as always when you changed back you instantly passed out from exhaustion. The two were also tired out from having to hold you down all night to prevent themselves from dying. It was then and there that they had silently agreed that they would work together to protect you at all costs. They didn't get up, and neither did you, that day the padded floor was your bed.

When you woke up the two of them were wrapped around you, fast asleep. You were trapped in their embrace, since you were only human when you weren't a wolf and the two of them had super strength. They had slept for a while longer, keeping you trapped there for long enough to come to the realization that they'd been competing for your attention for months.

When they did wake up and realized that they were cuddling not only you but also each other they jumped away from the embrace. Leaving you to suddenly flop to the floor since you'd been being supported by the two men. You groaned and sat up to stretch, looking at the both of them as they, embarrassedly, avoided eye contact.

"I hope the both of you know you're idiots. I'm going to have to make sure the others keep you out of here from now on, I don't want to hurt you."

Bucky mutters something about it being worth it to keep you comfortable.

"I'm Asgardian, even in your wolf form you cannot harm me," Loki protests.

Bucky laughs, "yeah, keep telling yourself that. I'm pretty sure she would have torn you to shreds had I not also been here."

You sigh and shake your head as you get up off the floor, letting yourself out to go find something to eat and leaving them where they were on the floor.

They must have figured something out that night, come so some sort of conclusion about their shared feelings for you and wanting to keep you out of harms way. The two approached you while you were eating practically everything you could find in the kitchen. They both then and there admitted their feelings, and asked you to choose, they didn't want to be fighting over you anymore.

You'd silently looked at the both of them as you finished your food, not giving a response after you'd gotten up to get your second cup of coffee. "I'm not choosing," you state simply, and when they both open their mouths you continue before they can interject. "You two are my best friends, and I've realized I have been oblivious to both of your advances. But you cannot make me choose between the two of you, I won't loose a friendship over this... plus I don't think I could choose if my life depended on it."

They were both completely confused at this point, not having a single clue where you were going with this.

"Look," you say firmly, "both of you like me. I like both of you. I'm not loosing my best friendships over something as dumb as choosing one man over another." You pause, deciding to just say what you were thinking, "if the two of you can overcome your differences the three of us could be together. All or nothing. If you cannot do this then I suggest the both of you get over it and know we will be nothing more than friends. I'm going to go shower and get changed and the two of you can come find me when you've talked it out."

With that you walked out of the kitchen and to your bedroom, leaving them to stare at your back and then each other in shock. You go and take a nice long shower that is much needed, sure, you were worried about how they'd react. If they'd both start ignoring you and you'd loose those friendships after all that, or if maybe the three of you could be something more together. Sure you had thought about it before that point but you'd been oblivious to their advances and you hadn't wanted to start a love triangle. But then, as you were lying on the floor in both of their arms you'd come to the realization, if they were willing to give it a try why couldn't you all be together.

It would keep you from having to choose, hopefully keep from jealousy and maybe the two could see they didn't need to fight over your attention. But who knows, maybe the idea disgusted them, and would just scare them away. You shake the thoughts from your mind and relax the rest of the time you're in the shower.

You exited your bathroom fully dressed, with a towel in your face as you dried your hair. It wasn't until you dropped your towel in the laundry basket and turned around that you saw both Bucky and Loki standing awkwardly in your room waiting for you.

"So?" Is all you can bring yourself to ask, the courage you had last time you'd faced them was all but gone.

They share a glance with each other then look back at you, "we're willing to give it a go, for you," Bucky says.

"Yes, we are," Loki confirms. "It was rude of us to try and make you choose, we have no right to demand that of you, and we would like to apologize."

"We aren't exactly sure how it'll work out... seeing as we haven't done anything but see each other as competition but we'll give it a shot to make you happy," Bucky concludes for the two men.

You can't stop the huge grin that breaks out across your face as they speak, running over and hugging them both tightly as soon as they finish. "Thank you- thank you for understanding-" you look at the two, who only have their arms around you, but that's fine.

You look at them, wanting to kiss the both of them, but how to go about that without jealousy with who you kiss first you had no idea so you just saved that problem for later. "I'm still exhausted from last night... I'm going to take a nap, would you like to join me?"

They both agree to it, Bucky had changed since you'd shredded his clothes the night before. Loki had used magic at some point to either protect or change his clothes so he was already good to go. The three of you climb into your bed and it's comfortable, one of them on either side of you, and you expect to fall asleep quickly.

Things don't always life up to your expectations though. The two men were obviously still tired as well and they fell asleep before you. Even in their sleep they were fighting over you as though you were a blanket they had to share.

It was kind of cute and made your heart flutter, but you'd never be able to sleep like this. You aren't quite sure how you manage it but you get them to come closer together, throwing a leg over Bucky and using his chest as a pillow while Loki acted as your big spoon. After you get into this position the two seem content, and finally stop tugging you back and forth, and you fall asleep in their arms.

This cuddly tug of war had gone on for months. But slowly the two realized that the other wasn't so bad. There was less bickering and they even seemed to enjoy the other's company at some moments. Everyone noticed and wondered how the hell you'd tamed the two.

You kept the relationship quiet, not mentioning it to anyone since it was still kind of just a trial period. You had no idea how long they'd be able to stand this situation so you were going to make the most of it. At least that was the plan until one day things just kind of flipped. Suddenly you'd enter a room and they wouldn't be sitting apart as they waited for you, but they'd be sitting next to each other, sometimes even hugging. It all became real when you'd walked in for one of your planned cuddle sessions after a night of a full moon, to find the two men not only waiting on your bed for you but they had started the kissing without you! Needless to say after you arrived all of you had some fun that day despite your exhaustion.

Yet, things were quiet about the three of you being together. Sure they had ideas of what might be happening but no one had any proof. At least they didn't until one night the three of you were watching a movie together and had fallen asleep towards the end. The next morning they'd found you three on the couch, with Loki and you sandwiching Bucky between you. Loki's tall slender form was the big spoon, with one arm clearly wrapped around Bucky's waist. Then there was you, somehow wrapped around the two men, a leg thrown over theirs arms around their shoulders and hands in their hair. Bucky had his arms tightly around you, holding you to his chest and Loki's other hand had found it's way to act as your pillow.

After this, there were no doubts, money might have been exchanged to settle bets. But also the three of you never heard the end of it.

"You three should get a room."

"Aww it's cute Bucky and Loki decided to let you be their teddy bear."

"So which one do you love more?"

That last question was the first and last time anyone tried to ask that. The death glares from you and Bucky, plus the fact you had both whispered something to Loki and he'd glared for a moment longer before a mischievous smile flashed across his face. Yeah, there was still plenty of teasing but none of them made comments like that anymore. Who knows what you and Bucky would have let Loki do if they had.

The three of you are still practically inseparable, you had always been close to each other before this started but now Bucky and Loki were close as well. Things were perfect, except for the fact that they still tried to sit with you through the full moon nights. You'd had to make absolutely sure with Tony that neither of them could get into that room. Magic, technology and everything was put into preventing it. You tried to convince them that it wouldn't be so bad to just cuddle each other on the nights you could be there. They didn't like it, and would whine when you had to leave them but the promise of plenty of cuddles after while you recovered your energy as enough to keep them from finding a way to break into the cell.

So yeah, things were weird, but a good weird. You, your two boyfriends who kissed you and each other. It wasn't normal or typical but the three of you were happy. Misfits who had hurt people in their lives and come to regret it, who'd found each other and helped each other be better. All of you had bad nights with nightmares but with two people who loved you to hold you as each of you went through it, things became bearable. Things were far from perfect but they were your not normal, not typical weird that to you was everything.

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just-dreaming-marvel · 3 years

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Out Of Time ~ 114

MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 2,310ish

Summary: Where is Y/N?

Notes: Sorry if this chapter sucks. The next one should be longer with more about how Y/N’s dealing with everything.

Previously on Out Of Time…

Y/N woke up, already knowing where she was. Her hand immediately went to her stomach as her eyes replayed the fighting she had witnessed. Her heart beat quickened as she relived those terrible moments. The monitors she was connected to warned the medical staff outside. Helen and her nurses rushed in.

“Y/N,” Helen called. “I need you to breathe.”

“My… I… the baby…” Y/n stammered through the struggle. “Is my baby…. It is okay?”

“You came in sweating and trembling,” Helen explained carefully. “It was obvious to me that you had been struggling to keep food down and that there was blood loss. You were immediately brought into—“

“Just tell me,” Y/N begged, voice small and cracking. “Just get it over with and tell me…”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. The baby was lost due to a miscarriage.”

A sob ripped through Y/N’s throat and out her mouth. She leaned her head back against her pillows and cover her mouth with a hand as tears began to cascade down her cheeks. Her heart began to beat rapidly, causing the monitors around her to freak.

“Y/N, I need you to calm down,” Helen coaxed. “You’re body has been through a traumatic experience and needs rest. You need to try and calm.” The sobs and strangled breathing only escalated. “I need something to help calm her down. Now!”

A nurse quickly handed Helen a syringe. Helen rushed to insert it into Y/N’s IV. It almost immediately helped, but didn’t put her to sleep.

“I’m going to go inform Tony,” Helen stated. “We’ll be right back.”

Then Y/N was left alone to her thoughts. The blame and the guilt that she was feeling, all for herself. Her baby was lost because of her. Because, if she would have just told Steve and Tony, they might have stopped fighting. If she would have just told them, they wouldn’t have let her anywhere near the stress. If she had just been a little more focused on the health of her baby instead of the chaos around her, her baby still might be safely inside of her.

But instead, she didn’t do any of those things. And she tried to stop things she couldn’t control and saw things she wishes she could unsee. Y/N’s hands rested above her belly as she let the tears flow. Nothing mattered now. How could it? Her family was torn apart. Her child was gone.

She could feel Tony’s thoughts as he came towards her room. He was feeling all the guilt and blame as well, putting it on himself. Y/N didn’t want him to feel that way, but she had no energy to stop it. There was nothing left inside her to help him feel better, especially when she felt that way too. She quickly decided that she couldn’t be there anymore. She couldn’t face him, watch him slowly turn to hate her because she had killed their child. It would break her more than she was currently broken.

So, with a deep breath, she focused on the one place that she felt she might be safe for a minute. She ripped off her IV as she opened a portal. Y/N hurried through it the best she could in her weakened state, falling onto the ground on the other side of it. Turning around, she caught a glimpse of the door opening, but the portal was shut before Y/N saw anything else. She curled up on the floor where she was, not caring to look at her surroundings, and let herself go.

~~~

May and Coulson were in a bar. Coulson was reading the newspaper as the news played on a TV above them. While Y/N had been away, their troubles didn’t stop. They now were facing a new threat by the name of Hive, with the face of Grant Ward. He was trying to control all Inhumans and even create them. Hive was currently in control of Daisy.

“Still no word one the whereabout of Steve Rogers after his public feud with Tony Stark and the Avengers over the controversial Sokovia Accords,” the news anchor stated. “Ratified by 117 countries, the Accords place the Avengers under UN authority and provide a framework for the registration and monitoring of all enhanced individuals.”

“We knew this was gonna happen sooner or later,” May said.

“Cap, Agent Carter…” Coulson started, glancing down at the newspaper that held an article on Peggy’s death. “They were my heroes growing up. Both of them were there at the beginning of SHIELD. Now we may be there when it ends.”

“The last thing we need right now is the government hamstringing us with the Accords. We need to stop Hive, by any means necessary.”

“I’ll deal with the government. You do whatever it takes to end this.”

“All options on the table?”

“Desperate times, desperate measures.”

May nodded, glancing back down at the newspaper in Coulson’s hands. There was a picture of Steve, Y/N, Peggy, and Howard with the article.

“Have you heard from her?” May asked, not looking away from the newspaper. “She can’t be taking this well.”

“No,” Coulson sighed. “I haven’t. Which honestly terrifies me.”

“Y/N can hold her own.”

“Yes, but this is against her family. I can’t imagine her choosing a side.”

“She didn’t sign. She must have chosen Cap’s.”

“Her not signing doesn’t mean anything. You should no that, you know Y/N.” He glanced down at his wrist watch. “You might want to go out the back. He’s coming in.”

May left out the back as General Talbot entered the bar.

“General Talbot,” Coulson greeted, getting out of his seat. “Right on time.”

“What in the Knievel happened to you?” Talbot wondered, noticing that Coulson was sporting a cane.

“Little fender bender. No big deal.”

“You sure you should be in the driver’s seat? I thought we agreed on full disclosure.”

“You want to see my x-rays? I’ll put them in a nice frame for ya.”

“I’m talking about this gin joint out in the middle of no man’s land. You promised me you’d show me the base without any three hour fly arounds this time.”

“We need to talk first.” Coulson turned and headed to sit in a booth, Talbot following.

“I’ll talk. You listen… I’m here because the President sent me. The Sokovia Accords are law of the land now. He’s concerned you may have some undocumented enhanced assets working for you.”

“And why would they think that?”

“Cause he’s not a moron. Come on, Phil. It’s time for SHIELD to come in from the cold, relegitimize.”

“In exchange for revealing and registering any Inhumans we may have? Not gonna happen.”

Talbot scoffed. “Why are you so pigheaded? It’s good enough for the Avengers.”

“Not all of them. And the Avengers operate in the spotlight. We work in the shadows.”

“First, how can you even say that? You have an enhanced Avenger on your team.”

“Y/N hasn’t been with SHIELD in months. You know that.”

“Second, what’s going on in those shadows, Phil? That’s what I want to know. You better start opening some doors, or I promise ya, I’m gonna start kicking them down.”

“Alright. Let’s go for a ride.”

“No blindfold?”

“No blindfold, but you might want to buckle up.” Coulson lifted a seat belt from the seat, buckling himself in.

“What?”

Coulson nodded to the bar tender. The bar tender pressed some buttons on the cash register which caused the booth they were seated in to lower into the ground.

~~~

May was walking from requesting that Fitz-Simmons focus on stopping Hive instead of stopping Daisy from breaking in. As she walked, she heard whimpers coming from a side room of the base. She pulled out her gun and slowly made her way into the room. With her gun held up, May turned the corner, surprised to find Y/N laying on the floor.

“Y/N,” she gasped, hurrying to her side. As May turned Y/N to face her, she could tell she was running a fever. “Y/N, look at me.” Y/N’s eyes keeping fluttering, unable to focus on anything, as whimpers left her mouth. “I need to get Simmons. Stay here.”

May knew she needed to be careful with Talbot in the building, but it was obvious Y/N needed medical help ASAP. She rushed to the lab, where Fitz-Simmons was working.

“Simmons,” May called from the doorway, “I need you.”

“What is it?” Simmons asked. “Is someone—“

“Just follow me. And Fitz, I may need you too.”

Fitz and Simmons looked at each other before quickly following May.

“May, what is going—“ Fitz questioned was halted when he saw Y/N on the floor. “Oh my—“

“We need to get her to the lab, now,” Simmons ordered, already taking over. “She needs an IV and to be heavily monitored.”

“Not with Talbot here,” May stated. “We have to find a safer place. Who knows if they’re looking for her, she didn’t sign the Accords.”

“My bedroom it is then. Fitz, I need you to go grab supplies and maybe Mack.”

“On it,” Fitz hurried away with a nod.

“May, help me get her to the room.”

May and Simmons hurried Y/N to Simmons room before May rushed to get Coulson. Fitz came back with Mack and a new Inhuman on the team they called, Yo-Yo.

“What’s going on?” Mack asked.

“I don’t know,” Simmons answered, her and Fitz getting set up. “May found her in a closet.”

“How can we help?”

~~~

May got roped into helping Coulson with Talbot’s tour before she was able to tell him. It was getting on her nerves that she couldn’t get Talbot out of their hair fast enough. They ended up having to tell Talbot the truth about Daisy and Hive on their way to the lab.

“Where’s Simmons?” Coulson asked, looking around. “I need her to talk to Talbot about the Inhumans Hive tried to make.”

“I think she’s in her room, why don’t we go get her,” May suggested. “And the lab techs can start going over the research.”

Coulson looked at May, confused to why they both needed to go. Studying her face, he realized that she was serious. Something was going on that she needed to tell him about, and Talbot couldn’t get involved.

“Right,” Coulson agreed. “Collins.” A lab tech came running over. “Let General Talbot have access to all our research on Hive, start walk him through it while he go get Simmons.”

Coulson and May exited the lab before Talbot could question them.

“What the hell is going on May?” Coulson whispered.

“It’s Y/N,” May answered.

Coulson face grew worried. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know. But I found her in a closet, whimpering and burning up.”

“Where is she now?”

“Simmons, Fitz, Mack, and Yo-Yo have her in Simmons’ bedroom.”

“Okay.”

When they entered the bedroom, Coulson took Y/N in. She was under the covers, her hands resting at her sides on top. IV’s and monitors where hooked up to her.

“How is she?” Coulson asked.

Simmons shook her head. “She’s not fully conscious, so I haven’t been able to get anything from her,” she explained. “But it seems that Y/N’s been through a traumatic experience.”

“If she came here then that must mean—”

“I couldn’t…” Y/N interrupted softly. “I couldn’t be there right now…”

“Y/N.” Everyone took a step closer. “What happened?” Before Y/N could answer, Coulson’s phone rang. He looked at it, holding it up for her to see. “It’s Stark. Does he—“

“I can’t,” Y/N shook her head, tears running down her cheeks. “Please don’t.”

“I won’t. But I have to answer or he won’t stop, you know that.” Coulson pressed answer and held the phone up to his ear. “Stark, I really don’t have time for you—“

“Coulson, I need you to be honest with me…” Tony’s worried voice could be heard over the phone throughout the room, causing Y/N to cry more. “Is Y/N with you?”

“I really don’t think that—“

“Is. Y/N. With. You?”

Coulson paused with a sigh. He looked at Y/N. She had turned her head away, clenching her eyes shut as the tears rolled down. It hurt him to see her like this. He longed to tell Tony the truth but he also knew that Y/N wouldn’t have come back her unless if was for a good reason.

“No,” Coulson finally spoke up. “I haven’t seen her. But I’ll let you know if I do.”

“You better not be lying to me, Phil. I…. I need to find her. She shouldn’t be alone right now.”

“I’ll send a search out for her and let you know as soon as I see or hear anything… Mind telling me, what happened?”

“No,” Y/N begged, so quietly everyone in the room almost missed it.

Tony sighed shakily, covering his eyes with his free hand. “Everything fell apart…. and…. She lost a lot today. Her family… her child…”

“Her child?” Coulson gasped. Everyone’s eyes widened, looking at Coulson before snapping back to look at Y/N.

“Now you know why it’s important that I find her.”

“Yeah… I do… I’ll keep you updated.” He hung up. “Y/N…”

“No,” she whimpered. “I don’t want your pity… It’s m-my fault my baby’s gone… my baby’s gone…. My brother’s gone… my Bucky’s gone… and, if I’d stayed, I would have lost Tony too…. I don’t have anyone…”

“Sshhh,” May cooed, moving to sit on the bed beside Y/N. “You have us. It’s going to be okay.”

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hardcasey · 3 years

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Party Hardy

Won’t Fade into the Background - Part 7

Pairing: Boost x Reader

Summary: The Wolfpack attends their first house party and an accident brings you closer to one of them.

Word Count: 3.2k

Ratings/Warnings: T, warnings for alcohol consumption and smoochin'

A/N: This is a follow up of sorts to the last chapter with Sinker. It was inspired by the story of how Alan Alda met his wife, which is very funny and cute. I thought the premise fit our resident stinky boy, Boost, which is how I ended up with whatever this is. Enjoy~

They could feel the pulse of the bass two floors below their destination. The Wolfpack - sans their leader, who was too busy ‘writing reports’ (aka being a party pooper) - climbed up the narrow stairway to reach the party Sinker’s girlfriend and her roommates were throwing in their apartment.

They all could tell what door it was without Sinker even telling them the room number, the lights flashing under the door were a dead giveaway. There was a couple outside the door, a human woman leaning up against the wall and chatting up a pretty green-skinned twi’lek. They didn’t spare a second glance at the passing troopers, save for a quick nod that Sinker returned.

He was about to knock when Comet piped up, “Uh, are you sure this is a good idea? We could just head back to the barracks, it’s not too late.”

“What, are you scared?” Boost teased, nudging his brother with his shoulder.

Comet pushed Boost away before replying, “I’m not scared, I’m just… We’ve never been to a civvie house party before. I don’t know what to expect.”

“Just think of it like going to 79’s, only with less rules,” Sinker reassured him before knocking on the door. It swung open immediately, one of the people near the door opening it and inviting them in.

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Comet muttered under his breath as he followed his brothers through the doorway.

The party was packed, humans and non-humans alike crammed into every available space, chatting and drinking and dancing to the loud music that blared through a set of speakers. The air was slightly hazy from the group of people tucked in a corner and passing around a joint. The three troopers stood in the doorway for a moment, stupefied as they took in their surroundings.

“Alright, I just messaged my girlfriend to let her know we’re here. She said to meet her at the bar,” Sinker informed them.

“Wherever that is,” Boost sighed, standing on his tiptoes to try and see over the sea of people.

Comet decided on a different tactic, instead flagging down a nearby Mirialan who had a drink in their hands. “Hey, do you know where the bar is?” He asked, having to shout to be heard over the music.

The Mirialan pointed towards the back of the room and gave Comet a cheeky wink, the rest of their friend group giggling behind them. Comet blushed and was about to respond with something flirty when Boost grabbed him by the collar and started tugging him towards the bar.

It took a while as the clones squeezed through the crowds of people, but eventually they made it to the bar, which was really just a fold out table stacked with booze. Sinker’s girlfriend was nowhere to be found, so the group decided to grab a drink while they waited.

~~~

You stood behind the makeshift bar, bouncing in place to the beat of the music as you mixed up a drink in the cocktail shaker. One of your roommates had shoved a pair of huge novelty light up sunglasses onto your face at some point in the night and you had a bunch of plastic bead necklaces around your neck, your collection growing as more and more people offered you them.

You had volunteered to work the bar tonight, hoping to show off the skills you’d picked up after taking a mixology class you’d found a coupon for. You thought you’d be tired of making drinks by now, but it was surprisingly fun. You got to chat with everyone as they waited and you’d even gotten a few tips. There was also the added benefit of having access to all the booze you could want, and even though you knew you weren’t really supposed to get drunk off your own supply, who could blame you for taking a few shots here or there?

Maybe you were drunker than you realized, though, since you swore you were seeing double all of a sudden. Wait, make that triple. A group of three identical looking men moseyed up to your table, and you blamed the alcohol in your system for how long it took you to not only realize they were in fact three separate people and not one guy, but also that you knew one of them.

“Hey, Sinker! How’s it going?” You greeted the white-haired clone loudly, straining to be heard over the thumping bass.

Sinker greeted you and introduced you to his fellow clones, his ‘brothers’ as he liked to call them. The two of you had interacted only a handful of times - usually he was too busy macking on your roommate in her room - but he’d always been polite and kind.

“This is Boost,” Sinker pointed his thumb towards the clone sporting a set of wild-looking double mohawks, “and this is Comet,” he pointed to the clone with a shooting-star tattoo on his temple.

You waved at them with both of your hands. “Well, Comet, Boost, and Sinker, can I get you anything to drink?” You motioned to the chalkboard listing all the drink specials you were offering, each one of them complete with a little drawing to go with it. It had taken you much longer than you cared to admit to make it, but it had been worth it in the end.

The boys crowded around to get a better look at the drinks listed. “Naboo Sunset… Jedi Mind Trick… Outer Rim… These are some fancy drinks, I’ve never heard of ‘em before.” Boost commented as he read the names aloud.

“Well what liquor do you prefer? The Naboo Sunset and Outer Rim are tequila based and the Jedi Mind Trick has vodka.” You’d had this same conversation several times tonight, enough you could recite what was in each drink without thinking.

“Which one is the prettiest one?” Boost asked after thinking about it for a second. He wasn’t choosy with his liquor, couldn’t afford to be when all he had access to was whatever someone put in front of him at 79s.

Comet raised an eyebrow at his brother. “Really?”

“C’mon. You’ve seen some of those crazy drinks people order at 79s! The ones with all the colors. This could be our only chance to try one for free.” His head shot up all of a sudden as if he just remembered something, “Wait, these are free, right?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at their antics. “Yup, totally free. Though I do take tips in the form of credits or in particularly cool bead necklaces.”

“Sweet!” Boost pumped his fist in excitement, making Comet roll his eyes, though he couldn’t contain the smile on his lips.

“If you want something colorful you should try the Naboo Sunset. It has a bunch of different colored liquors layered on top of one another. Very pretty,” You suggested.

“Okay, I’ll have that one,” Boost agreed. “What are you getting, Com?”

“I’m torn between a Jedi Mind Trick or an Outer Rim. What about you, Sinker?”

Sinker considered for a second. “You get the Jedi Mind Trick and I’ll get the Outer Rim and we can share them.”

“Okay, one Naboo Sunset, one Jedi Mind Trick, and one Outer Rim coming right up.” You told them as you started grabbing bottles.

Just as you began mixing Boost’s drink, you saw a flash of red in your peripheral vision as your roommate ran past and all but tackled Sinker. Had he not been a soldier you were pretty sure he’d be flat on his back right now, but he was strong enough to catch her with one arm as she launched herself at him.

“Hey, babe,” he said with a lopsided grin as he spun her around, “I brought the ice you asked for.”

“My savior!” She said as he set her back on her feet, pecking him on the lips before taking the ice from him and quickly handing it over to you to deal with so she could go back to hugging her boyfriend.

You rolled your eyes at them as you cut open the bag and dumped the ice into the almost empty ice bucket. When you turned back to your task, you caught Boost and Comet’s eye and the three of you exchanged a look.

“I’m really gonna need that drink if we have to deal with this all night,” Boost quipped, making the three of you burst out into laughter.

“I’m on it, darling,” you reassured him as you hurried to make their drinks.

The boys kept you company as you worked, sharing silly stories that had you nearly crying with laughter. You had the three drinks ready in record time, though by the time you finished it didn’t seem like SInker would be able to pry himself away from his girlfriend long enough to take a sip.

“Well, I guess you get both drinks then,” you told Comet as you handed him his and Sinker’s drink.

“Be careful mixing alcohol, vod,” Boost warned before taking a long sip from his brightly colored drink, layered with shades of pink, orange, and yellow. His eyes had lit up like a toddler being handed a cookie when you gave him his glass, and by the way he was sucking it down he was enjoying it immensely.

“Or… you could go and bring one over to that Mirialan over there.” You pointed with your chin to motion towards the Mirialan they had met when they got here. “They’ve been making eyes at you this whole time. Plus, I know they really like the Jedi Mind Trick,” you offered with an eyebrow wiggle.

The two clones both turned to look at where you were pointing, and the Mirialan gave Comet a little wave. Comet waffled around for a bit until Boost elbowed him in the side and told him to go live a little.

“You’ll be alright without me?” Comet asked.

“Yup, I’ll be hanging out with our new friend here. Now go get ‘em, tiger.” With that, Boost shoved his brother towards the Mirialan. Once the two of you were alone, he turned to you, “Hope you don’t mind me keeping you company. The only other people I know here just ditched me!”

You laughed at his choice of words. “Of course not. If you want, I can teach you how to mix drinks.” He’d had a lot of questions for you as you prepared the drinks, wanting to know what every item did or what every step was for, so you thought he might find it fun. Plus, you could use a buddy at the bar now that things were slowing down somewhat. It seemed like everyone who wanted a drink had already gotten one and you only had to deal with those coming back for seconds.

“Sure! That sounds fun,” he said, rushing over to join you on your side of the table.

~~~

You weren’t sure how many hours had passed, but you and Boost made a countless number of drinks, some for the partygoers and some for yourselves. At some point in the night the two of you had sunk to the floor behind the drink table, both tired of making drinks and too busy talking with each other.

“What is this party even for anyway?” Boost asked between sips of the water you had forced him to drink. You’d given him your big light up sunglasses and the rim of the glass clanked against them as he brought it up to his face, knocking the glasses askew and making Boost frown dramatically.

You adjusted them for him before answering. “Uhh, I think it’s a birthday party.” He gave you a look as if to say how could you not know so you added, “It’s for a friend of a friend and I’m four Naboo Sunsets in, don’t give me that look.”

Boost nudged you with his shoulder as he laughed, and you were suddenly aware of just how close the two of you were, snuggled up together with your head on his shoulder. When had that happened? Not that you were complaining. All of the clones were attractive, but something about Boost was especially so. He was unapologetically himself, loud in both personality and looks. You’d asked him about the mohawks at some point and he’d told you they started off as a dare but he’d gotten attached. His brothers apparently liked to tease him about his crazy hairstyle but he wore it with pride. He said his hair made him stand out, which you could guess was important when you shared a face with millions of others.

The area behind the bar was a flurry of activity as your other roommates scrambled around grabbing snacks to pass out to everyone. One of them grabbed a cake from the fridge and started putting candles in it.

You got Boost’s attention and pointed it out to him. “See, I told you it was someone’s birthday.”

Not ten seconds after you said it, your roommate grabbed it off the counter and was ready to bring it out to whoever it was for when someone else bumped into them from behind, sending the cake flying. Everyone in the vicinity watched in horror as it sailed through the air before landing upside down on the floor with a splat. There was a chorus of shouts as everyone realized what had happened, the person who caused the accident apologizing profusely while others lamented the loss of the cake.

Once everyone got over their initial reactions, things settled down and your roommate rushed out to explain what had happened to the cake’s intended recipient. Everyone else in the room started debating what to do with the ruined cake.

“Are you really just gonna throw it out?” You asked sadly. You’d been eyeing that cake all morning and couldn’t wait to try a piece.

“Well yeah, it fell on the floor,” someone else responded.

“But there’s still a bunch of good cake left!” Not all of it was touching the floor, just the top portion. From your side you could hear Boost agree with you.

“If you want to eat it, be my guest.”

You thought about it for a second and looked over to Boost. “Wanna eat some floor cake?” He asked, handing you a fork.

You grabbed the fork and smiled at him, the two of you shuffling over to where the cake had fallen before digging in, careful to only eat parts that were safely away from the floor, and since it was a triple decker cake, there was a lot to choose from. You grabbed a big piece, making sure the cake to frosting ratio was acceptable, and held it out to Boost.

He gobbled it down in one bite. “Mmm, gourmet,” he joked, flashing you a huge smile before offering you a bite. “For you, my dear.”

You giggled in between bites of cake. “The dirt really adds a certain something.”

The two of you carried on like that for a while, ignoring the stares sent your way. You wished you could have blamed your suspect judgement on the alcohol, but you knew you would have probably done this when you were sober too, so you had no excuse. But you were happy you had someone by your side who was just as weird as you.

~~~

Sinker nudged his girlfriend. “Hey, I should check in with the guys. Just to make sure they are doing okay.” He hadn’t checked in with them in a while and was feeling a little guilty for abandoning them for so long.

“I think I saw Comet making out with someone a few minutes ago.” His girlfriend offered with a yawn. It was getting late and the party was starting to wind down. It was far less crowded now and there were people passed out on the couches nearby.

Sinker looked around and sure enough he found his brother in a corner, wrapped around the Mirialan they’d encountered earlier. Good for him, he thought, happy Comet had been able to come out of his shell after being so nervous about going to the party. He hated having to be the one to break them up, but it was getting time to head back. Wolffe had kindly reminded them they had an early morning training drill the next day as they were leaving for the party, his way of telling them to be home at a reasonable hour.

Once he had collected Comet, he set off to find Boost, knowing that out of the both of them Boost was way more likely to have gotten into trouble. After asking around a bit, they were pointed in the direction of the kitchen. Sinker ducked his head in the doorway only to find what felt like the worst case scenario, his brother surrounded by a huge mess. It took a second for his brain to process the fact that you and Boost were feeding each other bites of cake from the floor.

“Please tell me you didn’t cause this,” Sinker sighed.

“Nah, we’re helping clean up. Didn’t want it all to go to waste.” Boost explained from his position on the floor, his legs sprawled out and tangled with yours. That was an interesting development. He’d met you a few times and thought you were very nice, but he’d never in a million years have put you and Boost together. You seemed too… normal for his brother, though apparently that wasn’t actually true.

Sinker’s girlfriend poked her head in as well. “Awe, cute! Now smile you two, I want a picture,” she said before snapping a quick photo.

“It’s time to go, Boost. We gotta get up early tomorrow.” Sinker told him.

Boost turned to you. “I should help you clean up first. Like actually clean up.”

“I don’t want you to get in trouble with your C.O. Don’t worry about it,” you assured him.

“Okay,” He hesitated for a moment before starting to get to his feet.

“Wait!” You called after him. He turned back towards you and you took the opportunity to snatch the front of his shirt and drag him into a kiss. It started off tense, with you catching him by surprise, but he melted into it, his lips sweet with the taste of frosting. When you broke apart you added, “I had fun tonight. We should do this again sometime.”

“Y-yeah,” Boost agreed, stumbling to his feet. Sinker and Comet were all but dragging him away but he resisted long enough to ask. “Wait, I don’t have your number.”

“I’ll give it to Sinker,” your roommate offered, and that was enough to get him out the door. She closed the door behind them before joining you on the floor. “I’m gonna show that picture at you two’s wedding,” she teased, a shit eating grin on her face. “Y’know, you have me to thank for introducing you. I expect you to name your first child in my honor.”

“Shut it,” you told her, taking a piece of cake and mushing it onto her cheek.

#boost x reader #clone trooper boost x reader #boost #clone trooper boost #star wars fanfic #clone wars fanfic #reader insert #i had a lot of fun with the silly drink names lmao #true love is eating cake of the ground with each other

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avnkin · 4 years

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The Bet

Chapter 2 - Fake Love

JJ Maybank x Reader

Warnings: swearing, lil tiny angst, mentions of drug abuse, mentions of sex & JJ and Rafe being assholes :,)

Word count: 2.4k

Summary: John B bets JJ that he can’t get kook princess Y/N Y/L/N to fall in love with him and not one to turn down a challenge JJ takes the bet unaware of the repercussions it would have.

(A/N): Guuuys i’m so overwhelmed with the positive responses the first part got, i love y’all so fucking much,, thank you for all your comments and messages it means the world<33

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You felt yourself rolling your eyes as you listened to Sarah’s ramblings about how stupid it had been of you to agree to go out with someone like JJ.

The two of you had stayed over at her house after the party and the morning after you had spilled the beans about your encounter with JJ, although you’d been more hesitant about the date part of it.

“You’re an idiot if you think he won’t play you, he’s cheated on every single girl he’s ever been with Y/N!” Sarah exclaimed eyebrows raising at you as you groaned falling back onto her mattress “I don’t know he seemed- different when it was just the two of us, maybe he just doesn’t want people to know the real him” you cringed at the last part of your sentence knowing how dumb you probably sounded.

“Oh come on Y/N you should know better by now” Sarah spoke referring to your previous mess of a relationship, her words hurt, she knew you’d had a tough time ever since it ended but you were careful not to show it.

Rafe Cameron, her brother had been the boy who held your heart for over two years, but in the end he’d basically crushed it with his bare hands, started doing drugs, lying to you, and even going as far as to sleep with one of your best friends.

“You can’t seriously be comparing Rafe to JJ, you don’t even know him!” you argued “neither do you Y/N!” you didn’t know how to respond as you looked back up at her a frown replacing the previous smile your lips had held.

“It’s just one date S and if he acts like an ass I won’t see him again” you tried to convince her “fine Y/N but just know that I warned you” she spoke a hint of annoyance in her tone.

Later in the evening you found yourself sitting opposite the guy who’d broken many hearts of his own and you although you hated to admit it, you were having a good time. He hadn’t made one inappropriate comment or sexual innuendo the entire date much to your surprise, he’d actually been a real gentleman.

So as you both stood outside your house parting ways, he decided it was time to make his first move, earn your trust. “So you still want me to leave you alone?” his eyes met yours as you feigned a thinking face humming as your fingers went up to rub your chin “well i’ve got to admit you’re not that bad” he seemed pleasantly surprised at your words taking one step closer to you causing you to almost involuntarily take one step back, the wall behind you halting your movements.

“Not that bad, huh?” his breath fanned your face as his fingers came up to place a small lock of hair behind your ear. “I had a good time tonight” he hummed his lustful eyes meeting yours, searching for permission to take things a step further “me too” you whispered lips inches away from his.

You felt your breath getting caught in your throat as he closed the space between the pair of you, lips melting into his you felt butterflies fill your stomach as his hands found your waist, the kiss was short and as you inched back away from him you smiled pecking him one more time before turning around and making your way up your driveway.

“Wait! When will I see you again?” he yelled after you, you swiftly turned around eyes meeting his from the distance “I think that’s up to you” you yelled back, biting down on your lip before slowly turning back around and making your way into your house.

“Too easy” JJ mumbled dialing John B’s number to tell him all about the night you two had shared assuring him he would be a 100 dollars short soon.

Almost two weeks had passed since the first date and there had been many more since then, he’d even introduced you to some of his friends, so far you and Kiara or Kie as she liked to be called got along the best, it was awkward between the two of you at first because of her rocky history with Sarah but you quickly found a way to get past that.

You were out on the marsh resting in JJ’s arms as the two of you laid on top of a single towel bathing in the sun rays, when John B suddenly called him over, JJ quickly stood up leaving you all to yourself a frown making its way onto your lips as you watched him walk away.

When they were out of reach from you, sure that you wouldn’t hear John B furrowed his eyebrows at JJ “listen, man we don’t need to do this anymore, I don’t care about the bet, if you really like her we should stop it’s wrong” JJ scoffed at John B’s words “you’re just pussying out because you know that I’m gonna win this” JJ accused displeased at John B’s words.

“No that’s not it JJ, geez get your head out of the gutter, for once in your life there’s a nice girl out there who really likes you and you’re just playing with her feelings, the bet was a stupid idea and I shouldn’t have suggested it” John B spoke desperation evident in his tone.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, is this all because you started macking on Sarah Cameron, huh? Because if it is I’m sure she’d love to hear all about the bet you made with me practically asking to get her best friends heartbroken” the words were like venom slipping off of JJ’s tongue as the two boys glared daggers into each other's eyes.

“Whatever JJ bets still on, it’s your funeral” John B retorted walking past JJ making sure to slam his shoulder into his. JJ rolled his eyes grabbing two beers from the cooler and making his way back towards you.

“Hey babe, sorry ‘bout that, grabbed you a beer from the cooler” you smiled up at him propping yourself up on your elbows “thanks” you smiled grabbing the bottle from his hand as he bent down to peck your lips.

“So I was thinking” you began capturing JJ’s attention, “my parents are out tonight and they won’t be home till tomorrow morning, you wanna stay over?” you were kind of hesitant with your words nervous about his reply, you guys hadn’t slept together yet, not like there hadn’t been an opportunity to do it but you wanted to make him wait, be sure that he wasn’t just using you for sex.

“Yeah i’d like that, luxury night in the kook mansion, don’t mind if I do” he hummed lips finding yours one more time. “Shut up” you mumbled against his lips only earning a slight chuckle from him in response.

When you got back to the dock you offered to give JJ a ride home but he seemed to tense up at your words, he’d never talked about his home life or told you anything about his family so you didn’t ask.

“Nah, i’m going back to the chateau, i’ll catch a ride with JB” you nodded deciding now wasn’t the time to ask him why he always got so weird when you mentioned his home. “Alright i’ll see you tonight then?” you asked wrapping your arms around his waist making a pouty face as you looked back up at him “of course” he smiled down at you pecking your lips one last time before you parted ways.

JJ felt a weird feeling in his stomach as he watched you walk away, almost as if he didn’t want you to go, he’d been having these weird feelings a lot lately whenever he was around you, he didn’t know what it was, was he actually starting to like you? No that couldn’t be it, he’d never liked anyone in his life and he refused to believe that some kook girl would be the one to capture his heart so he pushed the thoughts into the back off his mind as he made his way towards John B’s beat-up van.

As you drove up the long driveway that led to your house you felt your heart drop down into your stomach, your eyes falling onto the all to familiar bike sitting there, no no no you thought pressing the breaks on your car, parking it behind the bike. You took a deep breath as you made your way towards your house seeing none other than Rafe Cameron sitting on your front steps.

“What the hell are you doing here Rafe?” you demanded causing his eyes to snap up towards you, “Y/N I need to tell you something- I need to apologize please-” he pleaded eyes following you as you walked past him towards your front door but he was quick to halt your movements fingers wrapping tightly around your wrist as he turned you to face him.

“I messed up Y/N, I know I did but-but I miss you” was he serious? after almost half a year of being apart he decided to do this now “no Rafe you don’t! you’re only here because I’m dating someone else and I’m happy!” you argued, Rafe always had a problem with sharing things even though they weren’t his.

“You can’t be serious Y/N, JJ Maybank? Of all people” he scoffed as you pulled your hand out of his tight grasp, “it’s none of your business Rafe! You cheated on me, you broke up with me, so do me a favor and leave me the hell alone” you ordered quickly opening your front door and slamming it shut in his face, locking it behind you.

“Fuck!” you heard him yell as you watched him storm away back towards his bike, kicking at the ground before getting on his bike and zooming back out of your driveway.

When JJ arrived at your house later in the night you didn’t know whether you should tell him about Rafe or not, but as if he could read your thoughts he broke the silence that had previously filled the room “okay what’s wrong? You’ve been acting weird since I got here” he questioned, causing you to turn your head towards him, eyes meeting his for what felt like the first time that night “uh, I don’t know it’s just Rafe was here earlier” JJ felt a weird pit in his stomach at your words, was he jealous?

“What do you mean he was here earlier? Did you invite him?” JJ retorted, he wasn’t sure why he felt so mad all of a sudden or if he was mad at you or Rafe, honestly, he had no idea “no, of course I didn’t invite him here J” you scoffed “he just showed up!” you argued annoyed that he would actually think that you’d willingly talked to Rafe “well what did he want?” JJ finally asked, crossing his arms as he stared down at you.

“I don’t know- I guess to apologize, or something I didn’t- really give him a chance to talk” you sighed eyes connecting with JJ’s, his face softened at your words “well you told him you were with me right?” he asked sitting down next to you pulling you up and onto his lap, you smiled wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Of course I did” you cooed forehead resting against his, he only nodded in response wrapping his arms around your waist in an attempt to pull you even closer into him. Your lips quickly found his in a sweet kiss, but it didn’t take JJ long to deepen the kiss slipping his tongue into your mouth before turning the two of you around your back slamming into the mattress below you.

The two of you had been in this spot before but you’d always stopped it before taking it any further, but as his arms traveled down your body everything about it felt so right “JJ” you breathed out as his lips made their way down your neck, he abruptly stopped at the mention of his name “shit Y/N I’m sorry-” he began but you cut him off “I want too” your voice was small as your eyes met his “are you sure?” he asked, you only nodded wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him back down towards you lips meeting his once again.

JJ felt the pit in his stomach grow even more as he felt guilt consume him debating whether he should stop and tell you the truth, but he didn’t.

When you woke up the next morning you smiled at the sleeping boy in front of you, his hair was ruffled all over the place and as you went to fix it his eyes slowly peered open “mornin” he breathed out, his voice raspy as one hand found your waist pulling you into his chest.

“You want breakfast? I can go and buy us something?” you hummed closing your eyes as you let your head rest against JJ’s bare chest “no stay here” he spoke lowly, pulling you even closer into him but the sound of your front door opening and slamming shut caused both of you two get up immediately.

“Shit” you cursed frantically running around your bedroom attempting to find his clothes which were sprawled all over the place from the previous night, “here you go” you spoke throwing him the pieces of fabric that you’d gathered in your arms.

“The window!” you whispered frantically attempting to unlock it.

It was a decent drop from your bedroom and down into the garden but not far enough to be harmful, you hoped as you gestured for him to climb down.

“Are you serious right now?” he asked looking out the window and back towards you “yes! now get out of here before my parents find you” you rushed him.

He groaned but sure enough started to climb over the windowsill, he halted his movements when he was almost out moving slightly towards you he connected your lips mumbling a small ‘goodbye’ before he jumped down and ran towards the bushes in your garden that let out onto the main road.

Not even a second later your mom came bursting into your room causing you to quickly turn around acting as nonchalant as you possibly could “what are you doing by the window?” she asked placing a bag of food down onto your bed “oh you know- fresh air” you inwardly cringed at your lame attempt of an excuse but it seemed to work since she just shrugged and made her way back out onto the hallway.

You closed the door behind her as you let out a sigh of relief. You couldn’t contain your smile as you thought about the previous night you’d spent with JJ, finding your phone to call Sarah and tell her all about it.

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